Reliving the Nightmare

♡LOLA'S POV♡

I sank my head back into the fluffy headrest and sighed, mentally preparing myself for the upcoming journey of death. Fourteen hours on this plane to a place called Ontario, then another hour or so in a car to Huntington Beach where all the boys lived. These names meant nothing to me and the unfamiliarity of it all nearly sent me into another spiral of panic, but Brian's firm grip on my hand anchored me to stability.

After all of the turmoil of today, I wasn't quite sure how I felt now. I regretted my mad airport dash; it hadn't achieved anything and had caused Brian a huge amount of stress. It was a good thing that Matt had saw me running and caught up with me. I had been sprinting along, sobbing with fear, when I had felt two muscular arms encompass my waist, pulling me to a halt. I had looked up and saw these comforting, soulful eyes begging me not to do it. Somehow, without saying anything, Matt had calmed me down and convinced me to go with him to the gate.

I turned to where he was sitting beside me and I studied him while he was distracted by the safety features the stewardess was demonstrating. His forehead was creased with concentration, which I found oddly endearing: to see this big, strong man focusing so intently on something as simple as safety instructions. I bit my lip to hold in a fond giggle and resumed my study. His brown eyes were so similar to Brian's, it was actually unnerving. They were the same compassionate hazel colour, but Matt's were more closed off than Brian's. I imagined that Matt only revealed his feelings when he was desperate or caught off guard. His face was round and soft, and his cheeks were softened yet again by his sweet dimples. His facial structure was so different to Brian's; Brian was all sharp angles and cutting edges with his slanting cheekbones and strong jaw whilst Matt's face was much more honest and open. And yet, their eyes were so similar...

Lost in my imagination, I didn't notice when the stewardess stopped speaking and Matt turned to me to make a remark. He caught me openly staring at him, with my finger tapping my front tooth as my eyes ran over him intently. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, conveying a large question mark with his gestures. I started, and hurriedly averted my eyes from him, blushing furiously at having been so obviously checking him out.

I definitely hadn't been checking him out in a sexual way though! God forbid! I was simply trying to puzzle out his mysterious demeanour; the way he held himself intrigued me and I desired to know what was going on in his head. I mean, sure he was very attractive and blatantly a nice guy, but he just didn't do it for me. I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest and every time I spoke to him, my mind somehow managed to drift off to conjuring sexy images of Brian. I could never even think about another man when I had Brian. His sexily sinful face occupied my mind 24/7 and nobody compared to him.

Comforted by my own internal reassurances that I had been innocently looking at Matt, I smiled timidly at him and turned back to Brian. Brian was absentmindedly playing with my hand, stroking his rough thumb over my sensitive palm, sending shivers up my spine. He was looking out of the window, watching the runway slide past as we were towed away. His tongue was anxiously licking his lips: a gesture that made my stomach clench with a fierce wave of protection for him. It also caused me to squirm in my luxurious seat; he was so sexy without even knowing it. The way his inky black hair fell into his eyes and the way his tight V necked shirt hugged his broad chest just about had me jumping on him.

I settled for fisting my hand in that sexy shirt and leaning forward to kiss him. I couldn't just sit there and watch his sexiness and not do anything about it. I pressed the palm of my other hand against his stubbled cheek and turned his face towards me. His brown doe eyes briefly widened in surprise before half lidding in desire when he realised what I wanted. Our lips met, his were soft and damp, allowing me to move sensually against them. He quickly opened his mouth, allowing me easy access as I sweeped my tongue against his. A thick rope of need wound it's way through my body and I pressed myself tightly against his hard length to try and ease the pressure that was building up inside of me.

I groaned as his large hands roughly grabbed my waist, pressing the tender flesh there with a perfect pressure. His ministrations caused me to tighten my hold on him and we both huffed hot air into each other's mouths. The tension between us was climbing and I didn't know how we would be able to stop. His touch was so full of emotion; his lips conveyed a message too soon to say out loud; his trembling body showed a need beyond description. It was all too much, I needed, I needed-

"Excuse me Sir? Miss? Would you like any beverages?" a cautiously toned voice cut through my desirous haze.

I lifted my head and attempted to turn to address the stewardess who was brave enough to interrupt us. But Brian's hand snaked up from where it was massaging my waist to pull my head back to his.

"Johnny, order for us," he called out to the row behind us where Johnny was sitting bugging Arin and El. Brian's eyes didn't leave my face for a second and the background noise of Johnny joyfully gaining the attention of the stewardess faded away.

Brian peered into my eyes and I gasped at the raw emotion I saw there. The shining care he had for me was at the forefront, but behind that was the worry from earlier and the relief that came with that when he found me. He was a glowing beacon of adoration and feelings and I felt a slight hitch in my stomach that this beautiful man was committed to me.

"Lola, I can't begin to tell you how I feel about you," he whispered soulfully, squeezing my petite hand with his large one. "You have no idea how glad I am that you're here with me right now."

I blushed heavily and looked down, staring at out entwined hands: one delicate, fragile, and the other tattooed and weathered.

"I don't think I can wait much longer, Brian," I admitted quietly, shame darkening my already rosy cheeks at what I was implying. "I need you," I barely managed to stutter out, desire and passion making me brave enough to say it.

His grip on my hand tightened involuntarily and he growled, "Baby, keep saying things like that and you won't need to wait long at all," his voice deepened with the raw lust that burned underneath.

I lifted my head to meet his heady gaze and was relieved that my own passion and need was mirrored in his tense expression. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"I have an idea," I spoke slowly as I trailed my hand up his intricately tattooed arm, causing him to take a shaky breath. "My birthday is on July the first, which is in a week. And I can't think of a better birthday present than sex with my boyfriend."

It slipped out of my mouth. The 'b' word just blurted out and I regretted it the instant it escaped my lips. I sucked in a breath and anxiously awaited his reply. Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to hear it because at that moment Matt chose to tap me on the shoulder.

"Here's yours and Gates' drinks," he bluntly stated, shoving about ten cups at me at once. I somehow managed to get a hold of them and transport most to Brian, who seemed to be frozen with shock. Great, well done Lola, you freaked him out.

"Is it all alcoholic?" I asked Matt, studying the myriad of mini beer, vodka and wine bottles that we had received. Not an orange juice in sight.

"Yeah, sorry. Gates should know that's what happens when you get Johnny to order for you," Matt told me sympathetically. "Why don't you try a wine? It's cheap and not very good but it's still good to celebrate coming with us."

I was so very tempted to just give in and try some, but my parents' morals were so deeply ingrained in me that it felt so wrong to go against everything I had been bought up with.

"Eh, no thanks. I'm not really thirsty," I stammered out, turning away from the offered drink. It was so very tempting.

Matt shrugged and muttered, "Your loss," before turning his attention to his own vodka and coke. I leaned back in my seat and congratulated myself for being such a prude. Why couldn't I turn my back on my stupidly strict past and let go for once? What was so wrong with having a drink? And now Matt thought I was being rude not celebrating with him and I couldn't even bear to look at Brian, for fear of what he was thinking. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid as to call him my boyfriend!

I stewed in my own worries, tapping my fingers nervously against the soft material of the seat. I could see Brian out of the corner of my eye, downing one cup after another of alcohol. I closed my eyes to avoid watching his meltdown.

Minutes passed and I finally heard him take a break from his perpetual drinking. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering what he would do now. A pressure was applied to the arm of my seat and my eyes flew open as hot breath caressed my ear. The heavenly smell of Brian's earthy scent mixed with alcohol hit me as he leaned over and spoke gently in my ear.

"Your boyfriend can't wait for the first of July," he whispered, the words sending a thrill of excitement through me. I turned my head and gave him a happy kiss. He returned it eagerly and I savoured his soft lips on mine, although the pungent taste of alcohol lingered in my mouth after we had seperated. A joyful squeal bubbled up from inside of me and I had to work hard to contain it. I was in a relationship with Synyster Gates! My boyfriend was a guitarist God! I couldn't believe how lucky I was. This flight might not be so bad after all.

An hour later, my just recently announced boyfriend was 100% drunk and slurring my name. Living the high life after all...

Notes

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh, I'm so sorry I haven't managed to write chapters in ages!!!! :(:(

I have the next couple of chapters planned out and I know exactly what everyone's going to get up to in sunny California! But I'd like to know what you think is going to happen! Tell me, what's going to happen between Brian and Lola, and Arin and El?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Sorry I've neglected you guys, but please give me your usual amazing comments!:):):) Thanks,

L xxx