It had been days since I flew into Chicago with Val and the guys. We had landed, checked into our hotel, then I was out like a busted light, (sharing a room with Jimmy). Michelle had flown back home due to severe sickness (poor Brian was worried shitless) and Zacky was still on the cold front with me (no matter how friendly I was).

We spent the next few days just getting drunk, or stoned, or roaming the streets.

Anyways, I was uber excited about tonight because this was the night of their live concert. The one I had been waiting for all week.

My phone buzzed on the table, I flipped it open. Matt texted me telling me to be ready in 10 minutes. Better hurry my ass up, I thought. Humming the tune to Trashed and Scattered as I applied my eyeliner, Jimmy suddenly burst through the door, shirtless as usual.

"Wassup babe?" He yelled and swooped in for a giant bear hug before I could answer. As I struggled away from his crushing grip, I somehow got turned around. Now my face was being crushed against his. That was no problem for me, cause we had made our relationship official yesterday.

"Oh, hang on! I dropped my make-up!" He let go and allowed me to reapply it.

"What's up with chicks and lipstick? I hate it, it makes you guys look like clowns."

"Wow, thanks Jimmy. I love knowing that I look like a circus freak to you. And it's EYELINER, not lipstick, dumbass." I playfully pushed at his shoulder. Suddenly, he made a grab for my hand, spinning me and pushing me on the bed with his lips pressed against mine.

Putting my hands on his cheeks, I pulled him in closer and moved my lips in rhythm with his. I didn't wait for him to make the first move, just forced my tongue into his mouth. And he didn't reject it.

Lips connected, tongues dancing, hands pressed against his chest... I wished it could have lasted longer. But sadly, the ringing of my phone interrupted our make out session. Nice, just nice, I thought as I flipped open the top.

"Yo yo yigitty yo, what do ya need?"

"Aww, Mari ya stole my phrase!"

"Come on Matt what is it? I was busy, with important business."

"Haha, what business could that be? You and Rev lip-locked on the bed? Ah, who the fuck cares, you best be ready, I'll be up at your door in 5." The phone beeped telling me that he had hung up. How did he always know what Jimmy and I were doing? I swear he had a third sense about these things.

Finishing up my makeup, smoothing out my best A7X shirt, I didn't lookhalf bad. All I needed to do was try to wrestle a shirt onto Jimmy.

~~2 hours later (Jimmy's Point of View)~~

I slow motion stepped out of the limo to the screaming fans and flashing camera lights. Right out of the red carpet dream, the dream I'd always wanted. The rest of the guys ('cept Matt of course, he was in front) followed my lead, and we did the usual stuff.

Posed for the cameras, signed some autographs, and around the back of the building we went. One of our roadies poked his head in while we were in the dressing room.

"You guys are on in 10 ok? Get tuned, then I'll see y'all out there. Kick some ass tonight!!" The guys cheered and whooped as we waited for our turn on stage. As soon as it came, we grabbed our instruments and ran out on stage.

While Matt introduced us to the crowd, I looked around for Mari, and noticed Zacky looking around too. Could he be looking for Mari? A flashback of that intense look from the limo surfaced in my head.

Naw, I won't believe that, Zacky wouldn't want to find Mari! Would he? I shook the demons from my head and waited once again for my cue. When Matt finished, I started the beat, and rocked the fuck out of my drums. It was one of our best shows ever.

Notes

Feedback? How's it going so far? I've got a twist in the plot planned so stay tuned :D