Do you love me?

Pierce the drunks

Tori, Vic, Mike, & Jaime were already drunk. Ten shots and they were so shit faced. Me, and Tony just watched as the made fools of themselves.

"Are they like this every night after a show?" I ask quietly. "Yeah, pretty much. I tend not to drink much because someone needs to watch over them incase they get hurt or something." 'Oh man that's so nice of him.' I smile at him and he looks away super insecure.

"You guys stop flirting." Vic slurs. "Yeah Tony, she's too pretty for you." Jaime says right after. "Shut the fuck up guys." Tony says. His tone of voice sends chills down my spin. It's pretty hot in a stern way.

"Sheeshhhh Tonyyyyy, we're jus playin'." Mike screams. "I don't care. You guys do this every fucking time there's other human beings around."

I look at Tori, she fell asleep. I tap Tony's shoulder. "Lets go to my room, and get Tori in bed, we can talk there." I say quietly so the boys won't hear.

He grabs her and holds her like a groom holds his newly wed wife. "You're strong." I say, amused at his strength. "Thank you little lady." He says smiling at me. I take my room key out of my pocket and open the hotel door. "Just lay her here." I move the blanket out of Tony's way and he lays her down. I throw the blanket back over her and tuck her in.

She grumbles in her sleep. "I... Mike... what..." Me and Tony laugh at her and she quiets down.

"So Sam. Tell me about yourself." I look at him. "Let me change into shorts because its very stuffy in here." he shakes his head and I turn and open my suitcase. I pull out a pair of black nike shorts and a PTV t-shirt.

My makeup bag spills and immediately Tony hops up to help me pick it up. He starts picking up all my make up. "Sam...? What is this...?"

I look over and he's holding my blades. "Um..um.." I get up and take them and put them into my suitcase. I grab my clothes and walk into the bath room and close and lock the door.

I walk out and Tony's sitting on my bed waiting for me. "Feel better...?" I shake my head and sit in front of him facing him.

"So.. Sam. Again, tell me about yourself.." I smile and I start thinking. "Boy oh boy. Where do I start?" He laughs a little.

"Just talk, I wanna know more about you. You're already fascinating." I smile. "Okay, um."

"Good to know." he jokes. I play hit him. His skin is so soft. His eyes are so gorgeous. He is perfect. I catch myself staring at his eyes. I blink and look away.

"Are you nervous?" he asks. I shake my head no. "Y-yes." He looks at me and smiles. "Don't be. I'm human just like you." 'Humans like me aren't angelic' my conscious says, cooing at him.

"Yeah but it's just... You're so.. so.." I say shyly. "So what?" He asks. "So perfect." He looks at me like II've committed murder. "Me? perfect? No." He laughs and leans his head against the wall.

I cross my legs Indian style making sure my shorts didn't move any. "Whatcha hiding there?" I look at him and laugh.

"Nothing, I'm trying to make sure my shorts don't expose me. That would be beyond weird." We laugh.

"Well for one my name is Sam. Sam Tess. I'm 18, I just graduated. Tori here has been my best friend since 9th grade and I'd do anything for her. I have a 3.5 GPA and I plan on going to Alabama for college in 2 years after I finish in Paul Mitchell." He looks impressed.

"See, you fascinate me more and more every thing you tell me." 'He's totally into you.' "Now tell me why you had those razor blades in your luggage.

"Um.. I.. uh.. I struggle with self harm. Tori doesn't even know. I've been clean for 6 months, I keep them with me, sorta as a reminder how disappointed someone would be with me if they knew." He looks at me with concerned eyes.

"Sam..." I turn away because there's tears in my eyes. "Don't cry. Come here." He pulls me towards him. "It's gonna be okay." He says, holding me to his chest.

The tears flow. I can't hold them back anymore. "Everyone just expects me to be so fucking perfect. Do you know how that feels? I can imagine you do." I sob. "Mhmm. I do." I squeeze him tighter. "It's okay, Sam. Don't cry."

Next thing I know, Tony's asleep. I stay where I am and I fall asleep with him.