Kady's POV

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel the ungodly throbbing in my head. What the fuck happened last night? My whole body ached and my hair felt like a nest on top of my head. I definitely was drunk last night; there was no denying that, but my hair usually only felt like this after an amazing shag...

A loud snore suddenly erupted next to me, followed by an arm wrapping itself around my petite frame. I instantly stiffened, afraid to open my eyes. I didn't remember a damn thing from last night and it was starting to seem like I had gotten myself in trouble.

Fuck! I couldn’t just sit here and wait for whoever it was to make the first move. I had to know how bad I fucked up. So here goes nothing... I carefully opened one eye, slowly dying from the sunlight burning my retina. My head felt like it was going to explode as I blinked through the pain—fuck I was never drinking again!

And to make matters worse, the guy next was at least half naked. His head was covered with a pillow and all but his muscular tattooed shoulders were under the thick comforter. Wait a minute.... I knew those tattoos! Marley's signature tattoo was a raven sitting on a scull with thousands of birds flying around it. It was a beautiful piece of work.

I slowly lifted up the pillow to make sure I could trust my eyes. Thank fucking god, I found the mop of curls I knew so well. I don’t know what I would have done if had been someone else. But at least I could relax now; I was just sharing a bed with Marley. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?

With a sigh of relief, I flopped my head back down on my pillow, instantly regretting my actions. My head exploded with pain from the sudden movement and I felt like I was going to be sick.

I dashed out of bed and flew to the bathroom the bathroom as fast as I could. I made it just in time to sit down in front of the toilet and vomit. Damn this was the worst part of a fun night. When I was finished I slowly dragged myself off the floor. Damn I felt like I weighed 800lbs. Tylenol and water would be my sanctuary.

"What the fuck is that!" I almost yelled as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had a huge bruise on my thigh but the bigger problem was that I was in my underwear again. What the hell did I do last night and what the fuck was that huge red blemish on my neck? "Is that a fucking hickey?" I squeaked.

But seriously, were would that come from? Did I hook up with Marley?!

My heart was racing and I was going to be sick again. I willed myself not to vomit but to no avail. I just didn’t understand why I was in this situation yet a-fucking-gain! I mean, I couldn't hook up with Marley—he was my best friend! Sure he was super sexy and handsome but there was no way in hell we could date. It would ruin the whole dynamic of the band. Why was I such a fuck up? Maybe my mom was right....

"Hey, will you hurry up in there!"

Who the hell was that? I slowly looked up at the door, trying to figure out why there was a female voice calling through the door. Did one of the other guys have a hook up? Well, that wasn’t out of the ordinary but the thought me having a hook up made me sick.

The persistent bitch on the other side of the door continued to pound against the wood, making my head throb painfully. Damn it, couldn’t she just go away? I quickly popped some pills, threw on my clothes I had left on the bathroom floor, and slowly opened the door.

"Ohh, we definitely have a lot if work to do," tsked the tall blonde woman standing in front of me. She had on aviator sunglasses, a black tank top, ripped skinny jeans, and black stilettos. I raised my brow at her, looking her up and down.

"Not to be rude, but who the hell are you?" I asked, pushing past her to the living room area. The swaying of the bus was not helping my hangover. Hopefully we would be stopping soon so I didn’t puke my brains out again.

"Mason didn't tell you?" The blonde raised a brow at me and tapped her toe. She looked annoyed but that wasn't my problem. "Well fuck, I'm your new stylist and PR. Mason was supposed to tell you that I was joining your tour."

Great so apparently I looked like a hot mess and they needed to fix me. Perfect, just what every girl wanted to hear. I took sip from my bottle of water and then rested my head on my elbow. Please make the world stop spinning and tell me that I didn't hook up with my best friend. Ugh!

"We think we need to up your sex appeal to bring in more male clientele. The ladies are crazy for the men of your band." She paused with a thoughtful smirk, as if she was undressing them in her head. She was just like every other fan girl from what I could tell. "But with a little bit more...” she continued cautiously. “Let's say risky attire, we could increase your male demographic and get you more listeners."

"So you're going to make me look like a stripper on stage? Brilliant..." I sighed, not lifting my pounding head off the table.


"I'm not saying that at all, Kadence—" I cringed at my full name. My mother was the only one that called me that, unless I pissed off Caleb.

"It Kady," I interrupted. I would rather have people think my name was 'Katie' than Kadence. "And listen… sorry didn't catch your name..."

"It's Ryn," she said, flashing her pearly whites.

"Just do what's best for the band," I sighed, not wanting to fight with her about this right now. "So did you see the show last night?" I guess I would try and make light conversation since she didn't appear to be leaving.

She smiled wickedly at me before nodding her head. "Those Avenged boys are damn sexy... I wouldn't mind having a 'tour' of their bus before the end of the trip."

Yes, they were sexy but I couldn't risk pissing off my band mates by being involved with one of them. Come to think of it, neither was sleeping with Marley. I quickly pushed that thought away because I didn't actually know if that hickey was from him or someone else. I just wished I fucking knew what I did last night!

"Just be careful," I warned. "They are our biggest rivals and the guys get touchy when you fraternize with the enemy."

"Speak for yourself," Caleb growled, making his way towards the fridge. He gave me a dirty look before smiling and throwing a wink at Ryn. "And what do we owe this honor, gorgeous?"

I rolled me eyes and would have made a gaging sound if I didn't think it would actually make me vomit. "This is, Ryn, our new stylist and PR," I sighed as he kissed her hand. Honestly, Caleb thought he could have whatever he wanted and it was sick to watch.

"Welcome aboard, gorgeous. Let me give you the grand tour,” Caleb said with a cheeky smirk. Ugh, I couldn't watch this. I quickly headed back down the hall and climbed back into bed, hoping not to wake Marley. I didn't want things to be awkward between us.

"Good morning, beautiful," Marley said in a groggy tone as I pulled up the covers. Fuck, just what I was trying to avoid.

"Did you have fun last night?" I asked casually, folding the blanket between my fingers. My heart was racing as he rolled over to look at me with his crystal blue eyes.

The smile that I expected to find was replaced with a frown. Okay, that wasn’t I expected. "Not really."

Was I that bad in the sack? Fuck this was turning out to be worse than I thought. I swallowed thickly. "Why is that?"

Before he could answer there was a loud bang and we were suddenly thrown off the bed. The bus made another quick swerve, crashing Marley and I together. I screamed as we flew forward down toward the bathroom. What the fuck was happening?

"Kay, it's safe now," Marley said, helping me off the floor once the bus stopped.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked, my voice shaking as I looked at our bus in ruins. All of our belongings were thrown around the compartment of the bus. All I could do was shake my head and try to calm my racing heart.

"The engine died and the driver lost control of the bus," Gunnar said, coming to check on us from the front of the bus. "Everyone is okay...but I don't know if we’re going to make it to Colorado on time."

"Fuck," Caleb said, pacing the hallway in front of us. "What are we going to do? We are fucking stuck here!"

"Well, there is one option," Ryn said with that cheeky smile again. She held up her phone so we could see the name 'Zacky Vengeance' flash across the screen. "We could hitch a ride with Sevenfold until we can get a new bus. And let me just say, as your new PR, I think it would be a wise decision."

"Fuck no! Not after what that bastard was trying to do to my baby sister last night! I would rather walk than have her anywhere near those assholes!" Caleb raged as he moved around picking up his things.

Wait a second; what the hell was he talking about? I didn't even remember seeing any members of Avenged Sevenfold last night! Something happened between me and one of them? I was so confused. What happened last night?!

"Yeah, those pigs shouldn't be around, Kady," Marley chimed in. Okay now my head was really spinning.

"Come on, don't blame it on the poor guy," Gunnar cut in. "I saw the whole thing. She was all over him and if she wasn't like my little sister too, I wouldn't have been able to resister her either..."

"So now I'm some fucking slut? Is that what you all think of me as?" I raged. I was fuming now. I didn't know what the hell they were talking about, but no one called me a slut and got away with it. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"I walked in and you were in the middle of hooking up with Synyster Fucking Gates," Caleb spat.

My mouth dropped to the floor. Sure Brian was sexy and I liked him, but why would I do that? Is that what my inner self really wanted? They always said that when you're drunk, your true intentions come out. Damn it, now I wished I remembered. So that hickey on my next must have been from him. I subconsciously put my hand on my neck and bit down on my bottom lip. What had I gotten myself into?

"I beat the shit out of him before he could get any further," Caleb continued and my mouth dropped to the floor the second time. "He fell so easily and I'm sorry you fell too." My brother gave me a small sad smile. And that explained the bruise on my leg...

He beat up Brian? Now those guys are really going to be pissed. We would never be allowed on their bus now. And why the hell was Caleb making decisions for me? I was a grown woman who could do what she wanted and my brother sure as hell wasn't going to stop me.

"Who the hell do you think you are Caleb Joseph Parker? It's my decision who I sleep with, not yours! I can sleep with whom ever I want! You guys do and I'm the one who gets slut shamed for making out? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I raged.

All three boys took a step back and braced themselves because I was a spitfire when ignited.

"Hell I could sleep with Marley and it wouldn't be any of your fucking business! You better pray right now that they aren't going to press charges against you or kick us off this tour, god damn it! We are going to ask to share their bus for the time being and you are going to shut up and be the most curious motherfuckers I've ever seen! Do you understand me?" I screamed, my hands now holding a tight grip on Caleb's collar as I pressed his back against the wall.

"Yes, ma'am," all three boys muttered.

"Good," I said with a smile as I released Caleb. "Now get your shit and Ryn, call Avenged. We’re joining their bus."


Brian's POV

Fuck that was the best dream I’d 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 Shock Top and Marlboro, so soft and sweet. I couldn't get enough of her and I wanted nothing more than to make her mine. I tangled my hands in her just as 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 wasn’t what I wanted to feel right now. What happened to that euphoric feeling that I was dreaming about?

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 the top bunk. He smiled until he saw my face and winced. "Wow, dude, what happened to you? Did you try to steal someone's girl?" He asked, reaching out to touch my face.

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

"You honestly 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, looking at me with concern. Honestly, I was fine and could take care of myself.

"I 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 was spinning 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 staggered 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. God why couldn’t my friends just mind their own damn business?!

"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 faces. 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. “Fuck!” I hissed, throwing the soap and the toothbrush rack off the sink in frustration.

"Brian are you okay?" Matt called from the door. Were my friends serious right now?

"Just fucking leave me alone," I yelled. What was with these guys? Ever since I 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 and grabbed a washcloth to wipe 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 I certainly wasn’t going to let them cancel the show. Besides, Zack had played with shiners countless times. This wasn’t any different.

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 what happened?

It was then that I felt the bus pull sharply to the right and put on the breaks. The sudden change in movement made me feel dizzy 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 they took a seat on the couch. Damn, if looks could kill. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall, trying to figure out what was going on.

"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, Kay?" 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 wished I fucking remembered.

I swallowed thickly as I stood up straight, my heart racing in my chest. I had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of hers, but part of me wanted to find out. Was she just as confused as I was? I didn’t know but I couldn’t help but notice the deep frown on her face as she looked at me.

"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,” he finished, shooting a pointed look at Zack and I.

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

I pursed my lips, resisting the urge to fight back. My head hurt too badly and honestly his arrogance wasn't worth arguing with. No one told Brian Haner what he could and couldn't do. Besides, would Kady really let her brother control her life?

"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 we’ll behave," she giggled as Red rolled her eyes.

"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, Shads," 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 to the bunks, I found myself face to face with the pair of blue eyes that had been haunting my thoughts all morning.

Notes

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