LILY ANN

Before I was fully aware of what was happening, I hit the plush carpeted floor of Zacky's living room. I groaned, rubbing my forehead, which had thankfully broken my fall. Peering through heavy lidded eyes, I was pretty sure that I wanted to crawl right back up on the couch and go to sleep instead of dealing with the chaos that had taken over the living room.

In one corner, on the leather love seat, Kayla and Johnny had apparently fallen asleep wrapped around each other. In no way did their position look remotely comfortable. It almost looked like they had been in the middle of an intense make out session, and then both blacked out. God, the angle of Kayla's neck was making mine hurt.

In the middle of the floor, only a few feet from where I landed, Jimmy and Cole had somehow constructed an elaborate make-shift pillow fort, and were snuggled cozily inside of it. I couldn't even begin to comprehend where in the fuck they got all of those blankets and pillows from. Did that blanket have Iron Man on it?

Across the room on the leather sectional against the wall, Matt was stretched out on the chaise lounge, his arm over his eyes and his mouth hanging open, with AJ cuddled up and snoozing with her head in his lap. Reggie was at the other end of the couch, her head on the arm rest and AJ's feet in her lap. I'd hate to be on that couch when she woke up. Reggie hated feet.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position and ran my hand through my mop of blonde curls, dreading the moment when I would have to face the mirror to see what catastrophic state my hair and make-up were in. Looking around, I frowned when I noticed that both Zacky and Brian were missing from the battlefield. The clock on the wall said 9:34 in the morning.

I struggled to my feet, shaking my leg out to get rid of the tingling sensation from my foot being asleep, and shuffled my way to the guest bathroom in the hallway. I flicked the light on and immediately wished I hadn't. My hair stuck up in various directions, with some curls flattened against the side of my head and others kinked up and springing away from me. I sighed. That's what I got for fucking going to sleep with wet hair.

My eyes were ringed with old, smudged eyeliner, making me look like a raccoon in desperate need for an intervention. My mouth tasted like the inside of a cigarette filter, and my body reeked of the liquor that was oozing from my pores. I almost had to keep myself from laughing at the comical expression I was making as I examined the disaster of myself. Jesus H. Christ, no wonder Zacky had disappeared from the living room. I wouldn't want to look at me either.

I grabbed the little bar of antibacterial soap and scrubbed off the remnants of my make-up, and then wet my hair a little so that I could finger-comb it into some sort of submission. There, that would have to do. Sticking my tongue out at my sad looking, though a little fresher reflection, I headed back down the hall to the kitchen to hunt for some coffee. As I crept closer to the door, tip toeing so that I didn't wake up anyone in the living room, I heard low, hushed voices coming from around the door frame to the kitchen.

"What the fuck, man? What happened last night?"

"Apparently you got the wrong glass. I told you not to drink that one."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't remember you telling me anything!"

"No shit, dumbass. Why would you remember? You drank her drink."

"Aw, fuck..."

Frowning, I waited until they went a few seconds without saying anything before I made my way into the room, yawning theatrically and rubbing at my eyes. "Morning," I mumbled, making my way to the Keurig coffee maker so that I could shake off some of the numbness from last night's drinking binge.

"Hey baby," I felt Zacky's arms slide around my waist and smiled softly as he rested his chin on my shoulder, my short stature forcing him to hunch over. "Hey. How long have you guys been up?" I asked, popping a Dunkin Donuts K-cup into the machine and choosing my selections. Within seconds, the room was filled with the delicious smell of sanity. Mmmmm, caffeine.

"Long enough to witness the re-enactment of Hiroshima in my fucking living room," he muttered, earning a chuckle from Brian. I reached up and opened the white shuttered doors that separated the kitchen from the view of the living room and peered out over the mass of bodies and wake of destruction. Beer bottles, liquor bottles, red Solo cups, shot glasses, popcorn bags. You name it, and it was probably scattered across the floor.

"Dear God, what in the fuck happened last night?" I asked, rubbing my hand over my cheek and gaping at the room. "Who fucking knows?" I heard Brian grumble from behind me, and I almost chuckled. Apparently whatever bullshit these two had attempted last night backfired beautifully, and I was reveling in satisfaction.

I added some cream and sugar to my coffee and sipped at it, the delicious warmth waking me up and wrapping around me like a fleece blanket. I sighed contentedly and turned away from the counter, smiling at both Zacky and Brian. Both looked exhausted, and Brian definitely looked like he'd seen better days. Better you than me, asshole.

"Well, I'm going to go grab my bag out of my car and take a shower, okay?" I asked, flashing an innocent smile up at Zacky. He nodded, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Sure, babe. I'm going to go wake everyone up and see if we can tackle this fucking mess."

Seeing this as my cue to hurry up, I sauntered away from the kitchen with my coffee and made my way out the front door to my car. AJ and I had made sure to grab some stuff from our houses before coming to the party, and I silently applauded myself on this decision, because I was not about to go through the day smelling like a 40-something-year-old alcoholic homeless man.

I collected both of our bags and sat hers inside the front door as I skipped up the steps and down the hall, closing Zacky's door behind me. I wasn't in any particular hurry, so I took my time in the shower, practically melting under the blissful heat and massaging force from the expensive shower head. Nothing says good morning like great coffee and strong water pressure.

After I was as clean as I could make myself without removing skin, I stepped out to get dressed, making sure to snatch the camera that was still concealed under the counter. I slipped it into my bag first, covering it with my clothes from yesterday and threw on a pair of distressed jean shorts, a white camisole, and a light pink gingham button down. I rolled up the sleeves to my elbows and threw on my eyeliner, mascara, and tackled my curls with my brush and curling spray.

Once my socks were on and my light pink Converse were tied up, I grabbed my bag and my coffee cup and headed back downstairs. I dropped my bag at the bottom of the stairs and chuckled as I watched Zacky and AJ try to wake up Reggie and Jimmy. I knew for a fact that waking Reggie up was like poking a stick at a bear, and I could see the resemblance in Jimmy.

I shook my head and made my way into the kitchen, ready for another cup of coffee. To my surprise, Cole and Brian were in the middle of constructing a massive breakfast spread, including waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, and hash browns. "Did I fall and hit my head in the shower, or is this little slice of heaven really happening?" I moaned as I bit into a piece of crispy bacon, brewing another cup of coffee.

Cole laughed and swatted at my hands as I tried to steal another piece, shaking the spatula at me. "Nuh uh, we have to wait for everyone to be up!" I pouted, poking my bottom lip out at her and she just winked at me and continued cooking. Brian flipped the last of the waffles out of the waffle iron just as a grumpy Reggie and a grouchy Jimmy walked into the room, both shooting everyone death glares.

At the sight of food, Jimmy instantly perked up and ran up behind Cole, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a big, sloppy kiss on her cheek. "All this for ME?!" I snorted as she hugged him back. "No, Jimmy, this is for everyone." She spoke slowly, as if explaining it to a small child, and he immediately pouted before snatching a piece of sausage and running away from her.

I made Reggie a cup of coffee and carried it over to her, where she was settled at the table next to Kayla and Johnny. Both were huddled over their own cups, sharing a bottle of ibuprofen between the two of them. "Rough night?" I asked, earning miserable glares from both of them. "Sheesh, so much animosity from such small people!" I joked, earning two middle fingers and a snort from Reggie as she sipped her coffee.

"Excuse her," Reggie said. "She's a fucking mutant and has never had a hangover." Matt, who leaned against the counter with his arm around AJ's waist, raised his bottle of water to me. "That's because she's a fucking boss," he said, earning cheers from around the room. I lifted my hands up in the air in mock celebration and did a half-assed victory dance from my chair.

Cole and Brian served the food while we all gathered around the table, with Reggie on one side of me and Zacky on the other, and we all dug in. I never was a big morning eater, but the guys ate like starving animals, talking with their mouths open and burping loudly. The girls and I all looked at each other and winced. I may be guilty of burping, but I was a stickler for chewing with my mouth closed.

The conversations bounced off one another and intermingled, with the guys talking about promotional stuff and tour dates for their self-titled album, and us girls planning out the girls' night that we miraculously remembered after last night's shenanigans.

"So when do you ladies want to go out? I'm free tonight, but I have to work until close tomorrow," I said between bites, draining the last of my coffee and frowning at the bottom of my cup. They don't make these damn things big enough, I swear...

"I'm good for tonight," Cole said, and Kayla agreed. Reggie shrugged, signaling she was down for whatever, and AJ looked at me from her place beside Matt. "Tonight sounds great. But when do I start work?" I held up a finger as I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, scrolling through my e-mails. I opened the one from my district manager, scanning the finalization for AJ's new hire paperwork that I had received some time this morning. "Beginning of next week. Monday at 3:30," I replied, locking my phone and setting it down on the table next to me.

Her eyes light up. "Well then fuck, let's do it tonight!" I laughed at her enthusiasm and nodded, standing up to take my empty plate to the sink.

"Do what?" Brian asked from the table. Apparently the guys had completely zoned us out until that exact moment, and now they all stared at us curiously while still shoveling food into their mouths.

"We're having a girls' night tonight," Kayla answered, the color finally starting to return to her face after the food and meds. Zacky looked over at me. "Where are you girls going?" He asked innocently, though his expression read a more expectant emotion. I shrugged, glancing over at Reggie. "We haven't really decided anything yet. Hell, we just figured out that we were going tonight," I said, washing my plate and setting it on the drain rack.

"Hey, how about that new nightclub in downtown LA? Exposure?" Kayla suggested. "I heard it's got a great fucking atmosphere, and we can always try to get the VIP section?" She formed her response into a question as she looked around the table. I could see where she was getting at, due to the sudden tension that had filled the room as soon as she mentioned nightclub. Johnny and Jimmy smiled and nodded, and Matt looked more comfortable as soon as she suggested the VIP booth. Brian and Zacky, however, wore the fakest smiles I had ever fucking seen. I doubt anyone else noticed, though.

"Well then it's settled!" Reggie exclaimed, apparently regaining her livelihood after her second cup of coffee. "Ladies, we're hittin' the clubs!"

REGGIE

I was beyond fucking excited to be going on tonight with the girls, and I wasn't entirely due to simply enjoying their company. Of course, I really did love hanging out with them and ever since the guys had crossed our paths, Lily Ann and I hadn't had much time to really hang out together. But tonight was about something more for me. Tonight was about an escape from the hell that had consumed my life in the past couple of days. This had been the longest fucking 48 hours of my life, and yet a shorter amount of time that I could have possibly imagined that my life would be turned upside down.

I applied another coat of red lipstick, marveling at the shine that required no lip gloss in an almost obsessive compulsive manner. I listened to the music drifting from the living room and smiled. Cole and Kayla had discovered my Roland FA-08 electric keyboard that my parents had gotten me for Christmas, and they were doing an amazing fucking cover of Warmness on the Soul. Thank God Kayla could play, because I hadn't touched the instrument since I had gotten it. I go through phases of thinking I'm going to make it big, and then my ADHD pushes me towards something else. Which explains the super expensive art supplies, the Schecter that I can't play, and the disassembled drum kit that I spent a couple of weeks banging around on before I got pissed because it took up too much room.

I hummed along with Cole's voice as I re-curled my eyelashes for the third time, lost in thought. A knock at the door brought me out of my reverie, and I stood up to see Lily Ann looking killer in her black and white cocktail dress. "You ready, Reg?" She asked, her hand on her cocked out hip and her lips curled up in a smirk.

"Yea, yea, I'm coming," I sighed, checking my hair one more time. "Oh come on, you looking fucking gorgeous!" I looked down at my leather leggings and studded leather boots, smoothing my white top. She was right. I did look damn good, and I wasn't about to let Brian, who wasn't even here, to fuck up my night. I scoffed, throwing her a cocky smirk and tossing my long red pony tail over my shoulder. "I know!"

She rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm around my waist as we teetered expertly over the plush carpet in our suicide heels, joining the girls. Before we left, we did a once over of each other, making sure nothing was out of place to prevent any embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions.

AJ looked stunning in her champagne and black Valentino party dress and black stilettos. Kayla was breath taking in her white corset, black pencil skirt, and light pink accessories, and she had even straightened out her dark curls so that her hair nearly reached her shoulders. Cole's legs looked like they fucking stretched on forever in her cut-out halter dress, and her blonde hair was woven into a loose, scalloped braid.

We were the fucking cat's me-ow, tonight.

It didn't take us too long to get down to the club, being that our condo was only about 20 minutes from downtown Los Angeles. Apparently, Matt had called ahead and reserved the VIP lounge for us, which caused AJ to visibly swoon. I draped my arm over her shoulder and walked with her behind the club manager who was directing us to our private booth. "Pretty sick being a rock star's girlfriend, huh?"

She nodded, seemingly in shock still, which made me laugh. I hadn't quite gotten used to the scene either, but I knew one thing. I was planning on having the time of my life tonight, with no Brian interruptions. I had already turned my phone off, heedless of any repercussions that may follow.

Once we were seated and had ordered our drinks, we looked out over the balcony railing that sat directly in front of our table, watching the other club patrons dancing below on the vast dance floor. AJ had already assured us she planned on being the designated driver, which I was taken aback that we actually had one. The girl didn't drink. Who knew?

"This is gorgeous," Cole gushed from her side of the booth, draining her apple martini and picking up a second with barely a beat in between. "Ugh, I know! I bet these lights are gonna suck once the liquor hits us, though," Lily Ann said, chugging the remaining half of her Long Island Iced Tea and smacking her pink lips, giggling. "Let's dance!" Kayla shouted, popping up from the booth and wiggling around comically.

I shook my head, holding my hands out. "Oh fuck no! I don't dance. And by don't, I mean I look like an epileptic ostrich when I try it," I tried shaking her off, but dammit, the spunky little pixie managed to drag me up and onto my heels. "Shit, I don't dance either! But this patron says I do tonight!" She giggled as she took another shot and dragged me behind her. Before I completely left the table, I dragged AJ up and behind me, ignoring her futile protests. "Oh no, if little gnome-ette is making me go, then I'm making you go!" I laughed, stumbling a little down the steps and onto the packed dance floor.

Lily Ann and Cole had joined us, and they were definitely fucking shaming us. I meant it when I said I didn't dance, so I just kind of drunkenly swayed from side to side, attempting to inch my way towards the bar that lined the far wall. Cole and Lily Ann were in their zone, busting moves that I had only seen in high budget music videos. AJ and Kayla were getting carried away to the beat of the music too, which left me to wander off into the crowd for another drink. If I was going to do any public dancing, then I was going to have to drink enough to end up on a bar.

I hoisted myself up on a bar stool and leaned forward on my forearms, easily catching the attention of the incredibly attractive blonde bartender. He flashed me his pearly whites and quickly made me a double Long Island, informing me that my VIP booth was covered for all of my drinks for the night, so I tucked my money back into my bra and smiled into my glass.

I swiveled on the stool, watching my girls dancing wildly and having a blast out on the dance floor and I couldn't help but to giggle. I was three quarters of the way through my drink and had a lovely buzz going when I felt the need to hit the ladies' room. Groaning dramatically, I slid off of the stool, pausing for a second to make sure I was secure on my heels, and then made my way in the direction that the bartender indicated.

The bathrooms were tucked away in a back corner, with ambient lighting creating a dusky glow in the hallway, which was relatively dark compared to the flashing and pulsing glare of the dance floor. I made my way into the tastefully decorated bathroom, doing my business and pausing at the mirror to check my make up and hair. I let out a gentle sigh, wiping a bit of smudge eyeliner from underneath my lower lid.

Tonight was going really well. We were having such a wonderful time, and I felt like everything that had happened between Brian and I was a distant nightmare. Plus, Lily Ann looked so blissfully happy and unaware, which made my heart twitch painfully when I imagined her watching that little spy camera. I pursed my lips, staring at myself in the mirror, my reflection challenging me. Get a fucking grip, Reggie. Enjoy tonight, and figure out the rest of the shit tomorrow.

I adjusted my top and leather jacket one more time, thankful that I had grabbed the lightweight one so that I wasn't sweating like a pig in the body-heat fueled oven of a club, and let myself out of the bathroom. I could see the flashing lights, and feel the pulse of the bass vibrate through my body, although it was muffled somehow as if absorbed by the hallway walls. I made it only a couple of feet from the bathroom door before I felt a large, calloused hand clamp down over my mouth, muffling the scream that had tried to crawl out of my throat.

My eyes went wide, flashing too much white, and I tried to flail my arms and legs defensively, but nothing stopped my body from being dragged backwards down the hallway. Really?! In a crowded fucking club, NO ONE has to use the bathroom?! I screamed in my head, begging for someone to enter the hallway and save me from my attacker. I felt a blast of cool air hit the back of my neck from what I assumed was an emergency exit door being opened, and I nearly blacked out from the panic.

Suddenly, a scantily clad figure appeared at the end of the hallway. "Reggie?!" My eyes widened more and I tried pulling against the arms that held me and screamed uselessly against the hand. "REGGIE! FUCK!" AJ was running at me on her heels, using the wall for support any time she started to stumble. She hadn't been drinking, but any heel over 2 inches was a fucking bitch to run in.

I felt my tears streaming from my eyes and over the fingers that were still clamped over my mouth as I was yanked from the doorway and into what appeared to be the back parking lot of the club. I looked down to see a black leather boot kick the door shut, and my muffled cries and whimpers were deafening in the eerie silence.

I heard a car door open and I felt myself being dragged backwards into an SUV, my legs kicking at the cool night air. I watched as AJ burst through the back door just before the car door was pulled shut, her lips moving frantically as she helplessly watched us speed off. I clawed at the window, crying and begging wordlessly to her, even though she couldn't hear me.

As soon as she was out of view, I sucked in a sharp breath and turned slowly, my tear streaked face draining of color when I looked at my attackers. Nothing is more terrifying than becoming the victim in a psychological mind fuck, knowing that it's a big possibility you might die that night, and seeing your abductors smiling cheerfully at you as if you should be as excited as they are. As if this is all just a big practical joke, and the punch line will dawn on you at any moment.

I felt the fear dissipating slowly and being replaced by an intense rage. My eyes closed into dangerous slits and my bright red lips spit out my words like venom.

"Fuck you both."

Notes

Two chapters in one night! Woot-fucking-woot! :) Alright, alright, I was craving some action, I had to throw a wrench into our ladies' plans. I went a little nuts on Polyvore, so I linked their club attire below. Now, I fully understand that my guest ladies may not wear what I chose, but c'mon! No one can deny these are gorgeous fucking clothes!

Ignore the grammar errors. It's 4:15am. :) Enjoy, my loves, and subscribe, comment, rate, post whore, whatever! <3

AJ's Club Outfit
Kayla's Club Outfit
Cole's Club Outfit
Reggie's Club Outfit
Lily Ann's Club Outfit