Let's Try it Again

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The next stop on the four month long tour was Seattle., and Amelia was a little excited. this was a city she wanted to see for such a long time. Her mood was giddy and light. The guys weren't used to seeing this hyper side of her and they easily fell into it.

A little after two in the afternoon, the tour bus made a stop at a local diner. The body gaurds went inside first, to make sure it was safe. Amelia realized as she walked into the small grease trap that she had left her book on the bus. She decided to go back inside and retrieve it out of her suitcase. She unlocked the bus and walked inside, heading towards the living quarters.

As she passed the bathroom, she noticed the door was shut, the water running.She quickly went to her suitcase in the back where the bunks were held and rummaged through the suitcase, trying to find the book. The bathroom was right next to the sleeping quarters and the door opened and out stepped Donnie, wearing nothing but a towel. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed him. She felt her body react as she watched a bead of water roll down his tight, muscular chest, down his stomach and disappeared in his nether regions.

Donnie heard a gasp and turned to see Amelia, standing near the bunks a book clasped to her chest. A look of utter horror was etched on her face, her eyes glued to his naked, but oh so built chest.

He smiled and looked down at his towel he was wearing, a devlish grin on his face. "Like what you see?"

She quickly recovered and shut the suitcase, the book in her hand. "I've seen better."

Donnie stepped to her,she backed up but could go no further because of the bunks. She was trapped. Donnie smiled. "Oh really? I don't think you have. From the blush on your cheeks, I don't think you'd know what to do if you saw one would you?"

She glared at him. "I've been with plenty of men."

Donnie laughed. "Really? You know, it's really easy to tell." Donnie bent to kiss her, figuring if she was properly kissed she would stop this attitude of hers. A gasp escaped her lips and he took it as an opportunity to slam his mouth into hers. She struggled against him, her experience she had encountered made her a fighter and she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

Donnie raised one hand and grasped her face. Placing his thumb to the side of her jaw, he pressed the tender flesh behind her ear and she gasped in pain. It was enough for him to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her forced her to take it, demanding it and she fought at first. He felt her go limp in his arms, heard her whimper as he slowly explored her mouth with his tongue, lightly nipping at her lips. He smiled and pulled away.. "What's the matter sweetheart? Never been kissed like that?"

Her answer was a quick slap to the face. "Don't you ever do that again."

He glared at her and touched the spot where she had slapped him, anger clouded his eyes. He grabbed her hand when she went to slap him again. "You do that and I swear to God you'll regret it."

"Let go of me." She said through gritted teeth. " You son of a bitch I'll scream."

Donnie thrust his face an inch from her. "Do it and you'll really see a side of me you don't want to see." Up close, her eyes were so green. They were alluring, hypnotizing. As he watched they flickered from light to dark green.

She clenched her teeth, not backing down. "Let go of my arm, you're hurting me." His hands were gripping tightly onto her arm. She put her hand on his, trying to free her grip. "Please, let me go."

Donnie noticed the panic in her voice and the fear in her eyes. Something happened to her, this very situation that made her the way she was. His resolve softened and he let go of over her arm.

She slapped him again. "You ever touch me like that again you son of a bitch and I swear to god you'll be spending the rest of your life being someone's bitch in prison."

Voices floated from outside the bus and Donnie stepped away from her and went and grabbed his clothes out of his suitcase. Amelia stood there, her body shaking, not with anger, but lust. Caite walked onto the bus and noticed Amelia standing in the sleeping quarters, her book in her hand.

"There you are, was wondering what happened." She looked to her right and noticed the bathroom door was shut. "You OK?"

Amelia regained her composure and nodded. "Yeah, let's go, I'm starving."

Caite noticed the look on her friend's face and was wondering what had happened. She was certain when she got on the bus, she had heard an argument. "Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine." Amelia brushed past her and stepped off the bus to see Joe standing there. His hands were shoved into his pocket.

"Hey." He stopped when he noticed the finger print on her cheek. "Hey you OK?"

She brushed his hand as he went to touch her. "I'm fine." She snapped.

Caite stepped off the bus, giving Joe a concerned look on her face, letting him know something just happened on that bus.

After their encounter on the bus, Donnie made Amelia's life hell. He constantly barked orders at her, telling her to pick this up for him, clean this up for him.

The feud between them erupted on a trip to Des Monies Iowa. Amelia was reading her book, when it was yanked away from her. She looked up from the couch to see Donnie. Jordan, Joe, Jon, Danny and Caite were engaged in a video game.

"I have a shirt that needs to be ironed."

She glared at him. "You're a big boy, you can do it." She took the book out of his hands and continued reading.

"But your a woman, that's your job."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to Amelia and Donnie, not believing what they just heard. "What did you say to me?"

"You heard me."

She jumped off the couch and looked up at him. "I'm not your slave."

Donnie smiled at her. "Your supposed to be my assistant, so that's the same thing."

"You're a real jerk you know that."

He smiled. "Only when it comes to you." She reached up to slap him again, but he grabbed her arm and slung her over his shoulder. She began to pound him with her fists.

"Let me go."

"Stop doing that." Donnie roared. "That hurts."

Caite got up from the floor. "Donnie, stop please."

Donnie looked at her. "No. I'm sick and tired of her mouth, she needs to learn some respect here."

"Damn you Donnie, put me the hell down." Amelia roared. She began to hit him again this time in the back.

A loud crack sounded throughout the bus and Jordan, Jon, Joe and Danny gasped as Donnie whacked her backside. He then stormed off to the sleeping quarters, threw her on the bed, her eyes large with fear as he leaned down to her. "Don' you ever hit me again. Got it?:" With a roar, he slammed the door shut, blocking it with his weight.

She pounced on the door. "Dammn it, open this door right now." She screamed a bunch of curse words at him, some that even made Jon blush.

Donnie crossed his arms. "No, not until you settle down and quit acting like the little child you are."He looked at his band mates and Caite Lynn who were all looking at him, shock on their faces. "What? This little princess needs to learn some manners."

Twenty minutes later, the pounding on the door stopped. Donnie opened the door to see her curled up in a ball on the bottom bunk fast asleep. He pulled the curtain shut and walked out of the quarters to the front of the bus.