Strumming my Heart
Tension
~~Amii POV~~
I woke up the next morning with Zacky's tattooed arm laying across my torso. Smiling faintly, I glanced over at him, sleeping like a baby. He looked like an angel, peaceful and serene as he slumbered, bare chest rising and falling slightly with every breath he took. The comfortable quiet was rudely broken, though, when a certian drummer named Jimmy, clad in only red boxers, busted the door open and jumped on the bed, screaming something that sounded kind of like 'Nuggets for President' at the top of his lungs. Zacky, startled, shot up and fell out of the bed. I laughed, but my laughter died down when Jimmy landed. Right on top of me. Blinding pain shot across my face, which was now wet with the blood that was pouring from my nose. "James Owen Sullivan! You have 3 seconds before I kill you. 1...2...3!" With that, I began to run and launched myself at Jimmy, who was shocked, knowing that he was now in deep mess because when I got mad, I got mad. I sat on his chest, my legs pinning his arms down, and punched him in the face over and over again. My nose felt like it was broken, and I was not going to relax until his was too.
"Help me! Someone help!" He kept screaming. I finally felt his face crunch under my blows, right as Zacky and Matt pulled me off of him. Brian and Johnny were trying to help Jimmy reposition his nose on his face.
"Oh my gosh! Guys, what the heck just happened? Everyone's trying to sleep and then we hear screaming and when we walk in, two people have broken noses!" Matt cries. Zacky comes in with a rag and a bag of ice and without saying a word, begins to treat my quickly swelling nose. I look down at my blood covered hands.
"Me and Zacky were sleeping, then Bozo over here decided he wanted to jump on me. He landed on my face, breaking my nose, and I thought it was only fair to repay the favor. Sorry Jim- Jam" I explained, lokking around the room. Val padded into the wood with various cleaning supplies, handing them to everyone but me and Jimmy. Her bleach-blonde hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, slightly tangled, with a few wispy strands falling in her face.
"You two, come with me." She commanded. Uh-Oh.
I woke up the next morning with Zacky's tattooed arm laying across my torso. Smiling faintly, I glanced over at him, sleeping like a baby. He looked like an angel, peaceful and serene as he slumbered, bare chest rising and falling slightly with every breath he took. The comfortable quiet was rudely broken, though, when a certian drummer named Jimmy, clad in only red boxers, busted the door open and jumped on the bed, screaming something that sounded kind of like 'Nuggets for President' at the top of his lungs. Zacky, startled, shot up and fell out of the bed. I laughed, but my laughter died down when Jimmy landed. Right on top of me. Blinding pain shot across my face, which was now wet with the blood that was pouring from my nose. "James Owen Sullivan! You have 3 seconds before I kill you. 1...2...3!" With that, I began to run and launched myself at Jimmy, who was shocked, knowing that he was now in deep mess because when I got mad, I got mad. I sat on his chest, my legs pinning his arms down, and punched him in the face over and over again. My nose felt like it was broken, and I was not going to relax until his was too.
"Help me! Someone help!" He kept screaming. I finally felt his face crunch under my blows, right as Zacky and Matt pulled me off of him. Brian and Johnny were trying to help Jimmy reposition his nose on his face.
"Oh my gosh! Guys, what the heck just happened? Everyone's trying to sleep and then we hear screaming and when we walk in, two people have broken noses!" Matt cries. Zacky comes in with a rag and a bag of ice and without saying a word, begins to treat my quickly swelling nose. I look down at my blood covered hands.
"Me and Zacky were sleeping, then Bozo over here decided he wanted to jump on me. He landed on my face, breaking my nose, and I thought it was only fair to repay the favor. Sorry Jim- Jam" I explained, lokking around the room. Val padded into the wood with various cleaning supplies, handing them to everyone but me and Jimmy. Her bleach-blonde hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, slightly tangled, with a few wispy strands falling in her face.
"You two, come with me." She commanded. Uh-Oh.
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7/4/13