That Which Doesn't Kill You, Just Fucks With Your Mind

You Don't Care?

I pushed my sunglasses up and walked towards the stage. Chris stood in all his heavenly beauty preparing himself for the show. I grinned as I crossed the short distance between us and threw myself into his arms.

"Excited to play?"

"Always." He kissed my cheek and I followed him backstage. This venue was inside and I glanced from behind the curtain to see it was packed all the way to the back. My heart caught in my throat and I wondered how the guys could put up with this. The opening music began to play and I hugged all the guys before kissing Chris quickly. Ricky had been ignoring me still and always walked by without looking at me.

"Good luck!" I yelled and then mumbled, "Fuck face." Chris punched me lightly and I scoffed. "I didn't even do anything wrong. What's his problem."

Chris shrugged and ran on stage. The noise from the crowd was breathtaking and the guys nailed another awesome performance. After attacking me with their sweaty bodies, we walked out to get something to eat. Ryan suggested we find a Chili's and I was about to agree when Chris interrupted.

"Blaze and I are gonna stay behind. We already ate." I gave him a weird look and he pinched my ribs.

"I- uh yeah." I threw on a fake grin and everyone gave us a strange look. Balz was curious and pipped up.

"Can I stay?"

"No." Chris laughed and pulled me towards the bus without any further words. Against my will, he led me to the back lounge and locked it.

"Chris, what the hell? Why'd you blow them off like that?"

He completely ignored my question and slammed his lips against mine. It took my breath away and I couldn't do anything but sit there. His hands traveled down my sides and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I didn't have much faith in this moment since every time we had these, someone always interrupted us.

Chris's lips had traveled to my neck and I had skillfully wrapped my legs around his waist. And with our luck, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh my fuck, not again." Chris mumbled against my skin and I laughed. "What do you want?" He yelled through the door.

"I just wanted my wallet." Ghost mumbled through the door. Chris searched the room quickly, found what he was looking for and threw it out the door before locking it again. We waited until their voices faded out and were instantly at it again.

I ripped off his shirt and he didn't hesitate to remove mine. Thankfully the couch back here was big enough for two and I straddled him before unzipping his pants. He grabbed my hands and I chuckled before trailing them up his chest and back into his hair. Chris's hands gripped my butt and pulled me as close as possible.

I figured the fabric of our pants was distracting and in no time they were across the room. He flipped us over and bit my ear lightly. I took a deep breath and nearly died when he spoke.

"Better than Chili's, isn't it?" His voice was rough and my heart skipped a beat.

"We'll see." I teased and wrapped my arms around his shoulders for another kiss. His hands fumbled for my panties and I felt them slide down to my feet. He had removed his own boxers and his warm skin sent chills all over mine. I had never been so close and personal with Chris but it felt like I always had been.

He bit my lip and pulled me out of my thoughts. His lip rings were strangely cold compared to his lips and when they were pressed against my skin, I couldn't help but moan. I felt him smile and I chuckled anticipating this as the best night of my life.

* * * * *

I stumbled into the small kitchen still wiping the sleep from my eyes. I grabbed a cup of coffee and avoided the awkward gazes from everyone except Ricky. I glanced at Vinnie and he wiggled his eyebrows. I laughed and flipped him off before meeting Chris half way.

"Things travel quick don't they?"

He smirked and shrugged. "I guess they knew."

"After or before?"

Balz laughed and I left Chris standing in the doorway as I left for a shower. God knows I needed it to wash off the sweat from... Well, you know.

I pulled my hair tight and smiled at how cute I thought I looked for once. My skull printed lace tights accented the plain black shorts and tank top I wore. My combat boots topped it all off and this morning I nailed the cat eye look. I sighed with satisfaction and slipped my hand into Chris's as we walked to watch You Me At Six.

The guys played later today so we had a lot of time to kill. When YMAS was done, I decided to take this time to find Ricky. I excused myself and wandered around the field. He was behind a building, smoking so I walked up to him and smiled.

"Have a spare?"

He tossed me his pack and lighter and I reluctantly took one. I had just lit it when a girl came up and asked him for an autograph. He gladly accepted and flashed her a grin before she left. A ting of jealous pulsed through my veins when I noticed his hateful face instantly returned.

"Why are you so mad at me?" I asked and stared at him waiting for a response. He took a few drags before finally making eye contact with me since about a week ago. His eyes were dark and it honestly scared me a little bit.

"I'm not mad." He smiled and stomped out his cigarette. He started to walk away but I grabbed his hand.

"You are. Tell me why."

"I'm not." He instantly shot back. "I just don't care."

I put out my cigarette and stared. "You don't care? So that's it. I refuse to fuck you because of my cast, which must I remind you, is off now, and you instantly stop caring and hate me. Okay Ricky." I threw my hands in the air and let them fall at my sides.

I could see an emotion pass over his face and it pissed me off how he was acting. "Whenever the Ricky I know comes back, I won't bother you anymore." I walked away and was half way gone by the time he called my name.

I should have continued walking. I should have faced forward and pretended I heard nothing. But I turned around and pursed my lips.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I just... I don't know."

"You what Ricky?" I spoke too loud and called the attention of another fan. I waited patiently as they asked for pictures and signed photos. The little girl glanced at me and smiled. I returned it and looked back at Rick.

"Is she your girlfriend?" She spoke loud enough for me to hear. Ricky laughed and shook his head.

"No just my friend."

The girl stared at me and I looked at her wondering what was so interesting about me. "Well she's pretty. You should date her." She flashed us an evil grin and ran off.

"And this is why I hate little girls." I growled and Ricky laughed. He walked up beside me and sighed.

"I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I guess I'm just jealous. Or maybe I love you too much."

Ryan ran up to us just as I was about to reply and grabbed Ricky before running off again. I ran my fingers through my hair and decided I would go get something to eat.