Brian’s POV

Right now I’m going against my no computer policy and am really searching every info they have on Raven McQueen also known as Megan Milana Hills. Who would’ve fucking known her middle name is Milana, right? She’s a fucking tomboy, Milana doesn’t suit her. I would’ve thought something a bit more Max or Mack or something along the lines, but Milana? Shit. I know the girl for how long and I didn’t even know her middle name?

Notable quotes? Okay, let’s take a look.

„In the end of the night you don’t come to a Beautiful Wasteland gig, waiting for diamonds, fairy dust and Rihanna singing her heart out. It’s a different mentality here, it’s rock ‘n’ roll, baby, you come to see blood, sweat and sex and all at once on the big stage in front of you.” Kerrang.

„As funny as it may sound, but I’ve never had those hook-up’s ‘rockstars’ are so famous for. It’s not all about trashy hotel suites, stiff cocktails and one night stands. I’m in for the never ending party and dynamite.”

I didn’t even know she liked explosives, but maybe the hint had been helping out her techincians with the fireworks in their one of the first tours we had together, while the rest of her band were having a preparty or simply having a jack off session. I realized I knew absolutely nothing about Meg and that she hadn’t really told me anything about her. Didn’t she trust me? She was getting married to me, why didn’t she talk about what she liked? Only after reading that long sheet of facts about my fiance, I found out she has a sort of girl crush on Harley Quinn, yes the comics character from Batman. She doesn’t necessarily like Batman with all it’s reruns which I absolutely adore, but she likes Harley Quinn. And scrolling down I found an explanation why. „Sometimes the world just needs a villain. Harley is absolutely fantastic, she’s insane so you could never tell if the stuff that she’s doing she realizes is bad. Just like Deadpool. Deadpool and Harley Quinn are my absolute favorites.”

She’s a vegetarian... Yeah, not anymore. You need to check your sources, people! The first song she learned to play? The theme of Godfather? I love that movie! This was just plain stupid, how could wikipedia and some Beautiful Wasteland fan site belittle me? I knew my girlfriend, for crying out loud. I knew her better than any of these people! And she wasn’t a calm person by any means, so you better correct that shit and she didn’t love her students, that’s for sure. I remember one of the first times when we were hanging out, well technically I was hanging out at her place and she was raging over her students stupidity.

A thick stack of papers was laying on her exposed legs. We were supposed to have a movie night, but it turned out she had a bit different intake on having a good time with me. I have never seen a girl that valued her job higher than me, Synyster Gates. Hurt my ego a little to be honest. I even had the decency of asking her if she really, like really, wanted to watch Batman, and a little side note – I never do that! She said she had no objections so I grabbed myself a beer and made myself comfy next to her in front of the tv. Yeah, it was all super nice, we even shared a few comments and thoughts about how well the movie was done, that is until she got seemingly bored and decided to grade some tests. And I was here, sitting and thinking my day just took a turn to the worse, but I was so wrong about this chick. It was really amusing to see her mumble under her breath and sigh once she stumbled over something outrageously stupid.

„Come the fuck on, you can’t just make shit up!” That was the first phrase that made me tear away from the movie and look over her raising a bottle of Budweiser to her mouth, while taking in whatever her students had wrote down. „yes, perfect, PERFECT, you aren’t as dumb as I thought!”

I figured to let the movie just roll in the background while I shifted my full attention to the tattooed brunette beside me. For a moment she was silent and I thought maybe that was just a one time thing to see her as fed up with some bull, but no, then she sighed, scratched her head and let out a quiet ‘No’ as she crossed the whole sheet over with her red pen. „Like that would ever work!” It seemed like she had completely zoned out from what was happening around her and me? Well, I clearly was out of the picture, but hell, it was just too fun simply watching her. „Jesus Christ, these kids... man, these fucking kids are retarded... Haven’t they heard of such a simple little motherfucking thing as studying?”

A quiet chuckle landed in my bottle, but she didn’t even seem to notice it. A loud groan left her mouth as she went on with her little rant, „You fucking bitch! I’ll show you how to fucking try and outsmart me! You had to fucking name those four modes, what’s wrong with you?!”Suddenly I was startled by her grey irises that were glued to me. „Name those four lead guitar patterns.”

„Uhmm,” Okay, she had me a bit cornered here. I remembered absolutely nothing of what they thought at that Institute, to be frank, I was one of the worst students there at my time and now I could imagine how the teachers stressed and raged about my answers. Yea, I was an idiot. At least so they thought.

„Mixolydian, Lydian, Phrygian and Dorian. God, what’s wrong with you...” What. The. Hell... did she just say? Those were legitimate answers? Who knows that crap?! She groaned, checking how much sheets she had left still. I never thought a chick could make me feel little and unimportant, but there she was, Megan Hills, a fucking teacher. „Okay, this will be the last one... Nope, nope, nope... Fuck...” She shook her head, her eyebrows up high on her forehead, „I just might give them extra credit, ‘cause they fucking suck...”

Fuck this! I’m not gonna read any more of this dumb shit that people think they know about her.

As I was about to close the laptop I had borrowed from Matt and put out my already third cigarette against the side of the glass ashtray, Alex slid out through the patio door scratching the back of her neck. Once we pulled up here, she hit for the bed. Right away. Without seconds thoughts, hesitations and any kind of delays. So now she had a bit of eyeliner smeared all over her face, those red locks seemed like a bird had made a nest there, which wasn’t necesserily a bad thing – she looked hot, crumpled, but hot.

„Good morning,” She yawned coming closer and snatching the half smoked cigarette out of my fingers once she flunked her behind on the white chair across from me. Morning? It was half past being too fucking late to be a morning. Sun was already down. My eyes traveled to her bare legs she pulled to her chest, not afraid of flashing me her underwear since she was wearing the same short dress from before.

„Yea,” I frowned, ripping my eyes away that perfect little round ass I felt nothing towards. If that would be Meg’s perfect little not so round ass, we’d be having a fully different conversation right now.

„I’m sorry for earlier,” she started, trying to make smoke circles, but the slight breeze ruined all of her plans, „I didn’t mean to show up drunk.”

„Don’t sweat it,” I replied, resting my hands on my bare stomach, eying her. Where did Meg find all these chicks? Each one was hotter than the other. And inked. I don’t think there was a chick left with that impressive ink on her body that Meg didn’t know personally.

„So where’s Matt?” Her greens fixed on me.

„He went to sort his house and get rid of Bailey’s shit.” The chick that I particularely never liked, but hey, who was I to say anything to the guy? He was a moron, an idiot, he knew that even without my slight heads-up’s.

„So that Bailey... Why did they break up?” Besides the obvious and her being a basic bitch? Yeah, why?

I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily shortly, „She plays on a fully different league, I can tell you that.”

„What does that mean?”

„It means she’s really fucked up. I’m not saying she’s not hot, she’s just... fucked in the head.” I explained seeing Pinkly tormenting Lady in the far. Yet again.

„Oh...”

„Look, don’t worry about Bailey. She never really wanted to be together with Shads, I’m not even sure why they were. They were the most incompatible pair to walk the face of earth.”

„So he’s not coming back tonight?”

I shrugged, „Probably is. He’s a sissy, doesn’t deal good with break-ups. He’ll probably come here with a couple of Jameson’s, get wasted and end up crying over my shoulder.” I smirked. Or punching someone in the face. „That’s when you step in, Red.”

She nodded, understanding.

„Haner, I’m home!” My ears perceived the wonderful sound of Meg’s throaty timbre. A second and I was on my feet, nearly stumbling over Alex as I rushed for the door with her exploding in laughter behind me. But what I saw in the hallway once I got through the kitchen, stopped me mid track. Instead of Megan Hills I saw a greatly older woman standing there, resting on a very expensive looking cane. She was pursing her lips, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes narrowed on me, later slid down my shirtless chest, before going back to my face. She didn’t seem impressed.

„What are you standing there, sonny? Go and help my Megan,” With a nod of her head she pointed towards the front door. Okay? I took a breath and went around her, „If you’d be older, I’d fuck you.” I didn’t know if I needed to hear that, but that brought a smirk on my face, before I realized Meg is carrying a relly heavy looking suitcase.

„What the fuck are you doing?!”

Notes

I know it's short and please forgive me for it, but I've been writing this for ages and I can't get out of myself at the moment. I apologize for that.
The main idea of this chapter was to make Meg seem a bit 3-D'esk. Make her as real as possible. And yes, her obsession with Harley Quinn and Deadpool are really based on my obsessions. They are simply two of the most wonderful characters ever created basically because they're... well... fucking insane.