Grey Area - a Jake Pitts/BVB fanfic

Chapter Two

MAXINE'S P.O.V

*recap*

****"Hey don't worry Maxxy, the guys will love you."

My breath caught in my throat from the nickname he used - memories I would have gladly forgotten swam through my head as I pushed my glasses higher onto the bridge of my nose and I fidgetted with my hair.

This was going to be one hell of a day......****

Jake opened the door to the bands bus, climbing in and quickly placing his tray down so he could offer me his hand. He helped me up into the bus and woah... it was cool..............and clean - surprisingly.

"Guysssss get up!" No answer.

"FOOOOOOOD!" Jake yelled, trying to get the bands attention. Andy stumbled into the kitchen, holding his head.

"Shhhh," he muttered. "Oh, hello!" He smiled weakly noticing me. Taking my hand he shook it. "Biersack. Andy Biersack."

"Come on man not this again." Jake complained regarding his attempt at being 007, smacking Andy over the head lightly. Obviously this was a reoccurring action by Mr Biersack. But of course, in his hungover state, that small smack seemed 100 times worse.

"Owwwwwww Jakeyyyyyy not cool dude!"

"Yelling. Stop. Now." A half naked CC crawled into (not joking, CRAWLED) the kitchen. Jake wrapped his arms around me, turning me to face the kitchen wall.

"CC! PANTS! NOW!" Andy yelled... well, spoke really.

"Whyyy." He grumbled in response.

"Because we have a lady in our presence." Jake said calmly, flashing me a cheeky smile. Lady? Please, I'm badass.

CC glanced up at me from his cat-like positionon the kitchen floor.

"Oh... hey. I have boxers, that's enough. Sorry hun but unless you have some kind of magical hangover cure then you can suffer my sexy state."

"Christian I would hardly call your state 'sexy' but she does, infact have a magical hangover cure."

Both Andy and CC looked between Jake and I expectantly.

"Did I hear the words 'hangover cure'?" Jinxx joined our gathering in the small kitchen.

Jake and I laughed and he stepped back slightly, both of us realising he still had his arm around my waist.

"Try this." Jake and I passed a coffee cup to each of the boys, as well as taking one each for ourselves.

"Go on, it's not poisoned." Jake said encouragingly.

I giggled and the boys looked at me in a questioning manner. "Well.... *mine* isn't poisoned."

They nervously laughed before taking a drink. Jake and I watched as the three men lost their Cinnamon-Mocha-virginity. We all hung out in the small kitchen, chatting and drinking our coffees as the boys hangovers faded with each mouthful. It wasn't long before a short blonde walked passed from the bunks.

Her hair tangled and makeup messily applied. Her sparkly dress was short and chunky heals gave her another four iches in height.

Andy's jaw clenched slightly and I swear CC rolled his eyes.

"Hey, would you like a Cinnamon Mocha?" I asked her with a smile. Sure she was obviously Ashley's play thing last night, but she was still entitled to being polite to. Apparently, that curtosy didn't work both ways.She scoffed and glanced down at my white collar shirt and black jeans in a disapproving manner. "I don't drink coffee," she said in a fake and highly bitchy voice as she screwed up her nose. "It's bad for you ya know. I only drink lattes." Cue dramatic hairflip and slutty pose.