When we were finally ready to leave I looked at Jacoby. "I told Jerry I'd bring him to the bus." Matt, Jimmy, Brian, and Billie nodded to me. The others already left.
"I'll come with you." Said Billie smirking at me. I knew what he had in mind, and it was not helping the drunk Jacoby into his bus. "My bus is by his anyways."
I smirked, "Ok." I looked at Jacoby who looked slightly disappointed at the fact Billie was coming with. "Ready to go?" I asked him. He nodded and stood up. I was slightly relieved that he could stand without falling over. I guess he didn't get as drunk as I thought. Billie on the other hand was stumbling so I put an hand around his waist to steady him. I was drunk but barely. I wouldn't let myself get drunk since I had to watch over Jacoby.
"I need to talk to you." Jacoby whispered in my ear. "In privet." I nodded and spotted a coffee shop across the street.
"Hey Billie?" I said looking up at him. "Got any money on you?" He looked at me confused, felt his right butt cheek and nodded. "Could you go buy me a mocha pleeeaaseee?" I said batting my eye lashes. He smirked and agreed stumbling to the coffee shop. "I'll meet you outside Jacoby's bus!" I yelled out to him.
"Whats wrong Jacoby?" I asked looking at him.
"We never see each other anymore." He said. "You know, since Kelly told you off for getting drunk with me." He laughed uneasily. "She thought I was cheating on her with you."
I looked at him in shock. "Really?" I said surprised. Well that explains a lot. "I'm not even your type." Jacoby raised an eyebrow at me and stopped us from walking.
"What do you think my type is?" He asked stepping in front of me. I shifted on my feet looking down at his shoes.
"Beautiful, polite, known forever..." I said uneasily. He lifted my face up by my chin.
"LynnLee you're beautiful." He said smiling kindly at me. "And that's not my type, my type are rocker chicks, tattoos, and cockiness turn me on." He started laughing. "And you're plenty cocky." I started laughing, and we started walking again.
"Can I show you something?" I asked. He nodded. "I wanted to show you for a while now but I haven't really had a chance." He looked at me confused. "It may turn you on though." I said laughing as I pulled up my shirt and pulled the side of my pants down. Right on my hip was 'roll the dice, never look back, never think twice' tattooed in black ink.
"Holy shit!" He said looking down grabbing my thigh and side. I laughed at him.
"I'm going to get red dice tattooed next to it, this is my newest tattoo." I said happily. I had many tattoos making up half sleeves and even had stars on each side right above my pelvic bone.
"Damn Double L!" He said happily. "Lets get on the bus to have a better look." I nodded and we went into his bus and he turned on a light and looked around. Looks like every ones asleep. He then crouched down and moved my shirt and pants to see the tattoo better. He then looked up to me looking a bit mad.
"What?" I asked looking at him confused.
He stood up straight and gave me a stern look. "Take off your pants." He demanded. My jaw hit the floor. He rolled his eyes, "Just do it." He said sounding annoyed. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Making sure my black with red skulls panties were still in place. He then crouched down again and looked at a spot almost covered by my underwear. Almost.
"Shit." I said under my breath.
"You cut." He said sounding sad, his fingers tracing the scars. He moved my underwear up on the side to see all of them. "Why?" He asked removing his had and standing back up. I pulled my pants back on and looked at him.
"I don't want to talk about it..." I said not meeting his eyes. "I'm not anymore so don't worry." He sighed and pulled me into a hug.
"I understand." He said pulling away. He then showed me his arms. I tried covering mine up with tattoos but you can still kinda see them." He said. (A/N Jacoby really did self harm.) I looked at him surprised just then was a tap on the door. Lowed enough for us to hear but quiet enough to not wake up sleeping people. I hugged Jacoby and he complemented my tattoo one more time and then I walked out the door.
Billie was standing there with a mocha in one hand and some cold coffee drink in the other. "Hey beautiful." He said handing me the drink. "Want to come to my bus?" I smiled. Right now I needed to forget about the thing about cutting and Billie sure knew how to make someones mind go blank.
"Hell yeah!" I said happily as we walked over to the bus to get it on.