Seven Minutes In Heaven ::Linkin Park:: XD

You snorted out of sleep as your phone rang, dragging you from a good dream.
"Damn it..." You grumbled, reaching out and seeing it was your long time friend Mike Shinoda calling. You flipped it open, groaning into the speaker.
"Hi ___." He said perkily.
"I'll have you know I just got to sleep." You snapped tiredly at him.
There was a snicker. "Sorry ___! But Chazzy just had a really good idea but we really need you for it." He explained quickly.
You groaned again, looking at the clock. 6pm. You gave a heavy sigh. "Fine Shinizzle. I'll be over in a bit. Prepare the guys for the beating of their lives if this isn't good."
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You managed to drag yourself from bed and get decent enough to drive over to the guys' house.
[For those interested: you were wearing a The Devil Wears Prada tshirt and a pair of checkered black+white dickies.]
You came into the living room and saw the guys sitting in a pow-wow type circle around a big, black Glad trash bag.
"What is this?" You demanded.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Chester cried happily. You glared at him.
"You got me up for this?"
"Come on ___, don't be such a girl." Rob called at you. You narrowed your eyes at him.
"Shut it Bourdon. I'll play." You snapped, never refusing a challenge.
"Yay! Pick a thing, pick a thing!" Joe clapped.
[What do you pick?]
A green boa! ^^
A pair of Skull Candy earbuds! ^^
A fingerless glove! ^^
A Charmander Pokemon card! ^^
A sketch of yourself! ^^
A sharpie! ^^

You struggled at pulling out your item of choice, having to detangle it from a few other items. You chuckled, automatically knowing whose the earbuds were.

"Braddles!" You smiled. He smiled slyly and you both made your way to the closet.

Soon enough, the door was shut behind you. He clicked on the light, still stuck with a smile on his face. You returned the smile shyly, feeling your face flush.

"What's with the smile?" You asked, unable to wipe away your own smile.

"Because I'm finally going to get to do this." He said, remaining still.

You raised your eyebrows curiously. "Do what?"

He leaned in slowly, cradling your face in his hands as he connected you in one of the most romantic kisses you'd ever experienced. You were breathtaken and your face flushed more, making you dizzy. He pulled away a little, smiling a little still. You let out a short breath of frustration, surprising him by pulling him back into another kiss, more passion filled this time.

You remained lip locked until a very rude Mr. Hahn yanked open the door, laughing at your kissing. You glared at him and went to hit him until you felt a gentle hand on your waist. You calmed down, relaxing against Brad.

You didn't seperate for the rest of the night.

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You pulled out a fingerless glove, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Alright, who's Micheal Jackson in here?" You asked, pulling the glove on. Chester punched you in the arm, making you laugh.

"Just come on bitch." He growled playfully at you, trotting toward the closet, you followed after him, throwing a wondering look back at the other guys.

You arrived at the closet and Chester closed the door quickly behind you, turning and connecting lips with you full-force.

You pushed him away a little, pausing to catch your breath. "Just give me a minute Chaz...I can hardly breath in this dumb, stuffy closet." You huffed at him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

He just smirked at you. "You know, I've been waiting for you to pull out that glove for a while now..." He leaned back in, more gently this time, dropping kisses on your neck and jawline.

You sighed quietly. "I know Chaz...I was hoping I'd get you."

"You caught your breath?" He asked, raising up again and running his hand through your hair. You smiled, nodding. "Prepare to lose it again." He said before diving into another set of firey, passionate kisses. The heat burned off of both your bodies as your hands wandered over each other. You managed off each other's shirts and continued to kiss frantically.

There was a jerk on the doorknob and Chester pulled away, looking back at the door.

"Locked?" You asked breathlessly.

"Indeed." He smirked, turning back to you. You slid down the wall, pressed to the floor with him.

You both kissed and sweat there for the remainder of the night.

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You felt a paper-like object and you pulled it out, laughing once you saw what it was.

"A pokemon card?" You laughed.

"That's me." Phoenix smiled, standing and offering his hand. You took it, gripping tightly as he walked you both to the closet.

Once the door was shut, he sighed heavily. "Will we ever get to tell them?" He asked, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned forward, kissing his lips gently before pulling away.

"Do we really have to? I like what we have Dave...we don't need them interfering in our romantic affairs." You breathed.

He pouted cutely. "But that means I have to keep putting these kinds of ideas in Chazzy's head. You don't even realize how hard that is."

I laughed at him, kissing him again, unable to resist him. "I know...but I just don't want things to be so...out there. Especially with them."

He sighed again, leaning forward and burying his face in your neck, kissing and tongueing the area. You moaned quietly, kissing the top of his head.

"Doesn't this make you want to tell?" He asked playfully, raising a hickey on your sensitive skin. You huffed out a breathy laugh that was cut off by his lips. You got lost in his charm, taken by his kissing. It was romantic and caring. He really did love you.

It didn't matter when the guys opened the door and gasped, you stayed lost in your bassist for the rest of the evening.

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You felt a folded up piece of drawing paper and you pulled it out curiously, unfolding it. Inside was an amazing sketch of you with your eyes closed listening to your mp3. You looked up, your eyes wide with amazement. Mike was the one to smile gently, raising his hand a little. You jumped up immediately, pulling him up and walking with him to the closet. You shut the door and immediately turned to him.

"Mike...this is...amazing." You said, holding up the sketch. He smiled a little, taking it into his own hands. He looked up at you, then down at the drawing again.

"It does you no justice." He said. You sighed admiringly.

"Mike..." You trailed off, unable to find words to say. You were really amazed by the portrait.

"You're too pretty to capture." He said, raising his hand to cup your cheek. You gave a gentle laugh, blushing furiously. He leaned forward, connecting your lips. A gentle spark zapped down your spine, giving you the shivers as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid gently over your bottom lip, requesting entrance. You happily obliged, clasping your hand against his, holding the sketch between you.

It was much too short a time before Rob poked his nosy head into the closet.

You remained in a mezmerized daze for the rest of the night, giving your artist plenty of oppertunities to capture you.

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Your hand closed around a cylindrical item and you pulled out a black sharpie. With a slow smile you looked up, waiting for one of the guys to offer themselves up. Rob raised his hand, laughing a little. You chuckled, accompanying him to the closet. The door closed and you gave a heavy sigh.

This was it. You were going to do it. You'd been harboring a love for Rob Bourdon since the moment you'd seen him onstage. His perfect, rhythmical movements drove you mad. You wished, in the harshest terms, that he would be banging you instead of the drums.

You took a breath to say something but he beat you to it.

"___, I...I need to say something." He said quickly. You let out your breath, nodding for him to continue. "I-i...well...we've known each other for a long time...I know we haven't dated..." He made an aggrivated sound. "Why is this so hard?" He demanded to himself. You chuckled a little to release tension. Gently, you placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Rob, you can tell me anything." You urged kindly. He sighed, staring into your eyes, melting your heart with his own deep, chocolate brown ones.

"___...I know this is really sudden, and seems random. I really don't want you to be scared, or freaked out or anything...but...I just need to do this or I'm going to explode." He sighed. The way he was speaking was raising your heart rate, making your eyes widen with excitement.

"Yes Rob? What is it?" You asked eagerly. Another heavy sigh expelled from his mouth. He reached into the back pocket of his shorts, pulling out a dark figure. You couldn't see very well, and didn't understand until the tall drummer dropped to one knee. You caught your breath.

"___, will you be my fiancee?" He asked, biting his lip hopefully. He revealed a gorgeous silver band. You screamed loudly, crashing down on him with the most passionate kiss you'd ever given a man, scaring him. He fell, with you on top of him.

"YES ROB! OH YES YES! I WILL!" You cried, embracing him. Suddenly the door flew open to reveal the rest of the guys, cheering excitedly for you.

You spent the rest of your life, clinging to your strong drummer love.

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You pulled a green boa from the bag, laughing a little and wrapping it around your neck.

"Yay!" Joe jumped up, offering his hand to you.

You smiled at his young, childish excitement and took his hand, letting him lead you to the closet.

You stepped inside, shutting the door behind you. "So Mr.Hahn..." You trailed off awkwardly. You knew you'd always sort of liked him and you were undyingly excited to be so close to him, but you didn't know how to say.

Fortunately, you didn't have to.

Immediately, you felt a warm set of lips on yours, pressing you back. He broke away, looking down between you and him.

"I-I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me..." He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, embarresed.

You smiled a little. "You know, I think I know."

He looked up at you confusedly.

"Remy." You whispered, urging forward his alternate personality.

He paused, pursing his lips, almost as if in thought. Then a broad smile crossed his face. "___." He whispered your name deviously, pressing back into you again, this time with less restraint.

You gasped a little through your nose, enjoying the new passion. His lips wandered from your mouth down to your neck, pulling the boa aside to nibble on the sensitive skin. You breathed more heavily, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands wandered, slipping up your shirt.

"I've liked you for so long ___. You're so beautiful." He cooed to you between kisses.

"Oh Joe...Remy...I love you both!" You laughed, running your hand over his hair.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open and a blinding light washed over the both of you. You pulled away quickly, clearing your throat.

Chester and Brad smiled at you knowingly. They looked at Joe and struggled to supress laughter. You looked over to see why and you saw a green feather hanging from his lip. You laughed kindly and plucked it off for him. He blushed, his Joe personality returning.

The rest of the night, his hand stayed clasped in yours.

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