Paradise City Talk Dirty to me Cause im Too Young to Fall in Love {Completed}

Chapter Two: Lies, Lies, Lies

Chapter Two: Lies, Lies, Lies

I turned around, and saw the singer for Mötley Crüe, shit what is his name.

"Um, hi?"

He smirked "Let me guess you lied to your friends about where you live, your dads mean, and he don't respect your music" wow he's good.

I just starred at him "How?"

He shrugged "Mick, our guitarist, kinda figured it out, he's smarter than any of us" he laughed.

I kept on waking, but he followed, I went to a park bench I knew all too well.

I looked down at my black boots, I wore my leather jacket and black shirt with ripped blue jeans.

I walked up to a phone booth, I turned and looked at him "Stalker much?" He smirked.

I dialed the number, come on Ry, I thought.

Ryan is my boyfriend, and I think here lately he has been cheating on me.

He picked up "Hello?" He slurred.

"Ry, its Jem I need a place to sta-" I got a dial tone.

I threw the phone at the glass and shouted "B*stard!"

He looked shocked, I glared at him "What else do you want to know? Singer boy? That my boyfriend is probably cheating on me? That my dad don't care anymore? That my moms..d-dead?" I cried out, and slid down the booth, he looked at me and kneeled down.

Next thing I knew he was carrying me "What are you doing?"

"Stay with me and my band, you need somewhere to go."

I shook my head "I can't do that."

He set me in the passenger side seat anyway.

He got in the drivers side and looked at me "Is there" he stopped "anything else?"

I smiled "I still can't remember your name."

He chuckled "Vince Neil, Jem."

Vince.

That was my last thought as I fell asleep.

I woke up to voices all around me "She can't stay here Vince G-n-R and Poison will be coming soon! Remember their place got burned down 'cause Duff and Bret was trying to cook eggs!" Someone whispered/yelled.

I groaned rolling onto my side, but ending up falling off of the couch or whatever I was sleeping on.

"Shit! Jem are you okay?" Someone asked, I looked up and was met by a pair of eyes. Brown eyes.

I groaned "Were did you take me? The dump?" I asked Vince Neil, and held my nose from the smell.

Their guitarist Mitch -something like that- was holding a black guitar and he smiled "I try to get Nikki and Tom to clean, they won't."

I winced as a tall a*s dude came over, and reached down a hand "I'm Tommy" he said as he helped me up.

"So" I looked around and noticed a dude in a black Aerosmith shirt "Your Nikki, and-" I pointed at the guitarist "Mitch, Mickey, Mac-"

"Mick" he said, trying not tolaugh, he shook his head, I smiled "Yeah, sorry, I love your songs but I'm not a superfan and I'm better with faces not names."