I Know I'm Supposed To Love You

whatta hottie...=]
The next morning I woke slowly. Sunlight streamed through a gap in my black curtains. For once I didn't mind the light – I was just happy to be alive.

I remembered how Sasha had returned from Molly's last night, to find me and Brian curled up on the hall floor, deeply asleep. She had woken us, looking extremely confused, but got over the initial shock quite quickly.

"Me and Zacky, you and him, Matt and Val…" she hugged me, then Brian, then me again. "This rocks!"

Brian realised he had to get back, and dashed off after kissing me gently. He left, looking over his shoulder every few seconds until he was out of sight. Sasha hugged me tight.

"I'm so happy for you! You seemed depressed for ages and I couldn't work out why… now it all makes sense! I should've known, Matt's far too good for you!" she teased.

"Are you saying I'm bad?"

"Mebbe…"

"Bitch."

"Ooh, touched a nerve?"

"Whore."

"How am I the whore?" she exclaimed, "two days ago you were kissing someone else!!!!"

I hit her over the head, and she retaliated by getting me in a headlock. We fought, gasping for breath in between our laughter, before we were interrupted by the phone.

"It's Matt here,"

"Hi Matt!"

"You know we're going on that tour?"

"Yep!"

"Change of plan – looks like we got the dates wrong or something, we've got to leave in the morning!"

"Ah."

"Get packing, girlies!"

"Sure thing, Mr Sanders, right away!"

Now, in the morning, I remembered the rush I was supposed to be in, and leapt out of bed and into some clothes. I grabbed a glass of water, put on eyeliner/mascara/black eyeshadow, straightened my hair, hauled out my bags, and leapt in the car to drive round to Cotton Avenue.

At their house, everything was a complete tip. Bags and loose items were strewn across the lawn, the tour bus open, Matt stacking instruments in the back, Zacky dashing out the house with the forgotten packs of coffee, Johnny munching a piece of toast, trying to pull on a hoody one handed.

Brian rushed out of the house, looked at me searchingly, a if to see if I had meant what I'd said last night, then kissed me powerfully on the lips. Johnny stopped munching. His mouth dropped open.

"Since when???"

We grinned guiltily.

"Err, yesterday?"

"Can't think much of your taste, Jay…" Brian pulled an offended face, and nicked Johnny's toast.

"Oi, bitch!"

Johnny tackled him to take it back, but Brian had already stuffed it in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He beamed, pleased with himself. I laughed – he was really adorable sometimes.

Eventually everyone was ready.

"Hang on, where the hell's Jimmy?"

After turfing Jimmy out of the house, Matt locked up and took the drivers seat.

"Sash, Val?"

"Yeah Jay?"

"We never told Prune we'd be off."

"Ah."

"But what if we get fired?"

"We probably will get fired."

"But where…"

Matt interrupted smoothly.

"If you guys are fired, you can do the merch stall for us, and come on constant tour." We gaped at him.

"Seriously?"

"Serious as I get, ladies." We whooped with excitement, and Val kissed him on the cheek, smiling.

I nestled up to Brian's shoulder, and we shared my ipod. We sang along to all our favourites. When it came to the line "…please don't let me go, baby…" he looked at me worriedly.

"Never let me go, Jay."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

After the long, long, LONG drive finally came to an end, we tumbled out of the bus onto a lit city street. We piled into the hotel, and fell asleep straight away.

* * *

"OWWW!"

Someone had jumped on me. I blinked blearily, and shoved the person off me. It was Sasha.

"Wakey wakey, rise and shine! It's 10am deary!"

I groaned, and was about to roll out of bed, when I recalled I was in a bunk bed. Maybe not a good idea. I slid into my black mini skirt with white stars, bright green tights, white/green converse, and a white top saying STUFF YOU on it in electric blue writing. A hollow knock came from the door, and we heard Zacky's muffled voice.

"Come on, ladies! Time to meet Bullet!"

I ran a brush through my hair, poofed it up with spray, and dashed out the door. I ran straight into a guy dressed all in black.

"Oops, sorry…" I was about to run past, when I realised who it was."

"Whoa, you're Matt Tuck!"

"And you might be…?"

"Oh yeah, umm, I'm Jay. I'm with Avenged."

"It's a pleasure meeting you…" he shook my hand, smiling.

"Can I just say you're solo in Tears Don't Fall is the shizz! I've been learning, and I think I've pretty much got it now. You're kickass at guitar!"

"Hey, what about me!" Brian protested as he walked up, sliding an arm round my waist.

"Ooh, dunno, you might have found your better…" I teased. He looked jealously at Matt. Matt smiled widely, and winked flirtily. Brian looked even more jealous when I returned it. Oh this was fun. Winding him up was too easy!

"COME ON!" we heard Jimmy's tremendously quite voice yell up the corridor. We sprinted down it, the down a flight of stairs to the foyer. There Zacky introduced us to the rest of BFMV, their manager, and merch staff. I loved just listening to their accents, they were so…. Welsh!

We spent the rest of the day wandering round the shops, while the guys set up for concert. Finally the evening came round, and excited queues started building up outside the venue. We slipped in to join the mosh pit, and jumped up and down screaming along like the fans. I loved that – the heat, the bodies, the aggressive happiness. When Avenged came on, there was Brian, commanding the stage. Every minute or so, he would look down at me and beam. God, I loved him.

After manning the stall for half and hour, we pushed our way backstage through the hyped-up bustling crowds. The bands had just finished signings, and were still dangerously sweaty from the show.

"Hey, stop right there!" I ordered, as a perspiration-drenched Brian came up to me. He looked puzzled, as I blocked him hug. "You're having a shower right now, Mr Haner!"

He groaned, and I frogmarched him round the back to the facilities. I pushed him into a shower cubicle, and threw in some clean clothes. I waited impatiently outside. As much as I adored him ,no WAY was he coming near like that!

A few minutes later he came out, towelling his hair, smelling once more of that sweet Synyster smell I liked.

"Do I get a kiss now?" he asked, pouting.

"hmmm…" I pretended to be deep in thought. "I should think so." I then gave him a peck on the cheek.

"That's all I get?" he moaned, trailing behind me, as I started to walk up the corridor, smiling to myself.

"You asked for a kiss, and you got one! Stop complaining!" I smirked. I was completely in control.

"Aww, that's not fair! You know what I meant!"

"No I didn't!"

"But…"

"Perhaps in the future you should make yourself clearer then, Brian Haner."

Suddenly I turned, placed my hand on his cheek, and ran my tongue along his lip. He shivered appreciatively. I kissed him a single time fully on the lips, then took his hand. He held it tight as we walked, grinning. Together, we rejoined the others.

"Ready to rave?"

We squished into Bullet's bus, and drove to the first club we could find. It looked full and loud, so we went in. Ultra-violet lights were flashing, make me tee (and everyone's teeth) glow. The music was pumping loud and heavy, the dance floor heaving with people. I suddenly had the desire to get very drunk.

I went to the bar, and ordered 2 vodka's and a JD. I downed the first vodka straight away. I felt it work through my body.

"Wo, steady on Jay!" Brian looked concerned, "you'll have one killer headache tomorrow!" I shrugged.

"I'm enjoying myself!" I kissed him, then went off to join the dancing.

Half an hour and five drinks later, I stopped dancing and leant against the wall, catching my breath. A random guy came up to me, and offered me a vodka.

"Drink, sexy?" I seized it without thinking, and drank it thirstily. The man melted into the crowds and out of sight.

It was only a few seconds later that I noticed the difference. With a dull horror, blunted by the oncoming changes I suddenly realised were coming, I knew what was happening. But no, it wouldn't have been… surely it wasn't… it can't have been… Spiked ?

Oh Fuck.