"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."- Atticus
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I knew that there was no one else for this woman than me. With no apology to my brother, if I couldn't have her, then nobody would.
Athena brought out the ab...
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"Have you gone mad? What are you talking about?" I asked Carlyle, confused with what he'd just said.
What did he mean by 'something good for everyone'?
"Have you gone mad?" He repeated my words and laughed at me "Why are you talking like that? You sound like you jumped out of a Harry Potter book."
"I'm serious, Carlyle, what are you saying right now?" I shook his shoulder, feeling impatient and intrigued.
"Ohhh, I love it when you act like that. So bossy. Sexy." He smiled playfully. He looked like an angel and a demon simultaneously.
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, okay, so I thought about something. You told me you left home to achieve things from your teenage bucket list right? Right now you're in a bit of trouble. You got no money, no place to stay, no one. I was thinking, come with us for the rest of the tour." He said. He looked so proud of himself for coming up with that idea, but I grimaced.
"Oh... no. I don't want that."
"No! It wouldn't be for free-" he started again and I stepped back when he said that, wincing when I leaned of my hurt ankle.
"What the fuck?! I'm not a whore, dude. I-" I exclaimed but he stopped me.
"Shush! Listen to me before you speak! I'm not asking you for sexual favors in exchange for staying in our tour bus," The rockstars looked appalled, "I'm not that type of person. Each of us has a personal assistant who takes care of some easy basic things for us. Aaron's PA quit this morning before you showed up. I wanted to ask you if you wanted the job. You'd get to stay with us for the rest of the tour and cross visiting some countries in Europe off of your buckit list. Wadya say?"
"I'm so sorry, but says the guy who sleeps with a fan at almost every concert?" I crossed my arms and pursed my lips, "You've got to be kidding me, you can't be serious."
"Excuse me?" His eyes darkened when he heard my words. He approached me slowly, all his lightness suddenly gone. He now looked like a fallen angel. His hand snuck up behind my neck in a gentle caress. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me and I braced myself, my breathing was becoming more shallow. But he didn't, instead, he leaned into my ear and whispered "Don't be a bitch, babe. I'm not like Aaron. I won't bark or growl at anyone, but that doesn't make me any less lethal."
He then straightened back as if nothing had happened and ran a hand through his hair "It's yes or no, babe." He smiled.
I finally breathed out and stared straight ahead. I didn't want to be Aaron Douchebag Boyd's private assistant. I didn't want to spend time with him or be in a tour bus with him. I felt like this scenario would only have two outcomes: me, jumping out of a window during a ride, or me, grabbing a knife and stabbing him in his sleep.
But I also didn't want to end up on my own, in Spain, with no money or no place to stay. I thought about all this but deep within me, there was a nagging feeling. I knew deep down that I was pondering this much because I didn't want to seem too eager. But asshole drummer or not, I just didn't have it in me to say no to an adventure.
