After All That We've Been Through

Brian's POV
Fuck that was the best dream I had had in a long time. I was making out with this beautiful redhead, her back pressed against the wall and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her lips tasted like ShockTop and Marlboro, so soft and sweet. I couldn't get enough of her and I wanted nothing more to make her mine. I gasped for hair when her bright blue eyes met mine, causing me to sit straight up in bed.

"Oh fuck,"I sighed, feeling my head explode when I opened my eyes. Well this definitely not what I wanted to be feeling right now.

My hand reached out across my bunk, searching for that warm body next to me. Her touch and kisses seemed too real to be a dream. My heart sank when all that I felt was the cold blanket next to me. It couldn't have been a dream, could it?

"Good you're awake!"

I looked up to see Jimmy hanging upside down looking at me from his top bunk. However, when he saw my face he winced.

"Wow, dude, what happened to you? You try and steal someone's girl?" He asked, reaching out to touch it.

"Get out of here," I said, smacking his hand away with a small chuckle. "What do you mean?"

"You're honestly telling me you can't feel that big goose egg on your head or your bruised eye? Are you still drunk?" Jimmy laughed, flipping out of his bunk and landing on the floor. He took a seat next to me with a concerned look on his face.

"I thought I just had a killer hangover." I shrugged and carefully touched the swollen lumps on my face. "Fuck," I hissed, feeling my face explode with pain. I instantly regretted my motion.

"What the hell did you do last night? You disappeared and then showed up outside beat to shit." Jimmy frowned at me with that damn look of concern I his eyes. Honestly I was fine and took care of myself.

"Drank my life away," I chuckled. "What any good winner of the jack challenge should do!" I clapped my hand on Jimmy's shoulder before climbing out of my bunk. "Let's go find out when we are stopping for my victory breakfast!

My head span as I stumbled down the hallway away from Jimmy. I couldn't take his look of concern anymore: I was fine. All the guys had been watching me for weeks now with a look of pity because of the Michelle incident. I didn't want their pity, I just wanted to move on from Michelle and have a good time. Now if my dream were only reality. Those blue eyes kept haunting my thoughts and I couldn't shake them. They were so if familiar but I couldn't place who they belonged to.

I stumbled into the bathroom, catching myself on the sink. When I looked up, I couldn't believe the shiner that starred back at me.

"Damn Haner, who did you piss off?" Johnny asked standing in the door.

"Ouch," Zack said joining him. "What chick beat you up?"

"What is with you guys? Mind your own damn business, shit heads," I growled, shutting the door in their face. Couldn't a guy have a moment of peace in the bathroom?

As I starred at my reflection in the mirror, I tried to remember anything from the night before. But all I could see were those damned blue eyes. I pushed the soap and the toothbrush rack off the sink in frustration.

"Brian are you okay?" Matt called from the door.

"Just fucking leave me alone," I yelled. What was with these guys? Ever since I had broke up with Michelle they had been watching me like a hawk. What did they think I was going to do, blow a gasket and go on a drug and alcohol frenzy? Sure I had done it before, but I was younger then. I hated being under a magnifying glass and pitied. I swear I would punch out the next person to give me that look!

I sighed, grabbing a washcloth and wiping off my face. I really hoped our makeup specialist would be able to cover this bruise or else I would look like hell on stage. There would be no way Larry, our manager, would approve of me going on stage and no way in hell was I going to let them cancel the show.

Carefully I whipped the dried blood off my face and held the cold washcloth to my temple. Damn the coolness felt good. Now what was I going to tell the guys when I didn't even remember myself?

It was then that I felt the bus pull sharply to the right and put on the breaks. I felt dizzy with the motion and clutched the sink. Shit, tonight's show was not going to be an easy one.

Once I regained my composure, I slowly stood up and headed for the door. What the hell was going on anyway? As I opened the door, I saw a tall thin blonde in heels walk onto the bus followed by Gunnar, Axel, and Marley. All three of them turned to glare at me as the took a seat on the couch as I leaned against the wall with crossed arms.

"What the hell?" I whispered as Jimmy joined me.

"Their bus broke down so they are bunking with us until they get a new bus," Jimmy said nonchalantly. I followed his focused gaze to the hot blonde standing next to Zacky. She was casually petting his arm and giggling at his jokes. Typical.

"Well, this is going to be interesting," I said just as Kady climbed the steps to the bus. It was then that I felt like I had been hit over the head all over again. The red hair...was it her?

"Got everything, Ka?" Marley asked, standing up to take her guitar case from her.

"Yeah, I'm good, thanks," she said softly before pushing her red curls behind her ears. It was then that she looked at me and frowned.

There were those blue eyes. The eyes that I couldn't get out of my head all morning. Fuck, was I dreaming about Kady? Or did I really hook up with her? I really wish I fucking remembered.

I nodded my head at her, feeling my heart palpitate and my member stiffen at the thought of my dream. She only frowned deeper and turned away to talk to Marley.

"Alright guys, listen up," Matt said as he and Zack joined us over by the kitchen island. "Fatal Facades bus broke down so they are going to hitch a ride with us until their bus is repaired. Keep your distance. We don't need any fights in such close quarters."

"Yeah, that means staying the fuck away from my sister," Caleb muttered behind us. "Or else you'll worse off than you are now, Gates."

I pursed my lips, resisting the urge to fight back. My head hurt too bad and honestly his arrogance wasn't worth arguing with. No one told Brian Haner what he could and couldn't do or have.

"Hey, any of you guys willing to give up your bunk to a lady?" The blonde asked, putting an arm on Zacky's shoulder.

"I wouldn't mind sharing," Johnny said, wagging his eyebrows at her.

"Any other takers?" She giggled.

"You can have mine," Jimmy said, and I couldn't help but chuckle at how taken he seemed to be by her. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Ryn and I'm Fatal Facades stylist and PR, and thank you sugar." She gave Jimmy's arm a playful squeeze. "But how would you feel about giving Kady and I the suite? I promise well behave," she giggled.

"Well only if you're selling tickets," Johnny laughed before Zacky slapped him over the back of the head.

"Sure," Matt shrugged and with that the blonde skipped off. What a nice piece of ass. As she walked over to Kady, we all couldn't help starring at her ass in those tight jeans. "Damn..."

"Don't get any ideas, Shadows," Zacky laughed. "You're taken."

"Well while you guys fight over the new girl, I'm going back to sleep," I yawned, turning and walking down the hallway. However, when I got the the bunks, I found myself face to face with blue eyes, her lips inches away from mine.

Notes

Oh no, what will Kady do? Embrace this moment with Brian or turn and walk the other way? And poor Brian feeling pitied because of Michelle....how can we fix that...hmm ;)

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