I smoothed out the creases in my shirt, I had to distract myself.
I was becoming edgier with every second passing by.
The stealthiness of the groupies was obtrusive, much to their dislike. My eyes roamed over their soaring multi-colored shirts, it wasn't hard to tell where they were going. The eyes of the band mates had a certain hostility, that seemed to extend past the groupies towards me. I couldn't muster up enough confidence to hide. I just stood still. Every head rotated towards my position, the look cast upon the faint glow of the moon on their faces was un-describable. Something I could never understand.
Ad mist the trivial amount of glares, I stalked off. I wasn't sticking around to get my ass kicked for getting the band's attention. I admitted deep inside my thoughts, I was hurt. The band was glaring at me. The girls were glaring at me. It dug deeper with every sentence and clung to me like a sponge; it was sucking away the happiness. Why did the awful looks bother me? I got them almost every day for doing something wrong at home. Did I mention when I arrive home, I'm going to be smashed, pounded, and grinded into the tiniest crevice in my room? Oh yes. Mother had very strict ideas of what's right and wrong. But she had a point, all I would do is hurt myself by coming out here to find HIM.
"Something wrong, Miss?" A dull voice hummed from within the dark alley. My outlook so far on homeless people was a very bad one. I had an aversion against them ever since I saw the tv shows where they mug city people. It didn't take long for the mystery person to appear. It was a little girl clutching a teddy bear to her chest. Tears simmered in my dark green eyes, threatening to spill over when she shuffled over and hugged my knees. I patted her head, and eventually left. Though, humanity has not left my system yet. I gave her all the pocket change I had and my sweatshirt.
The little girl's name was Angelia.
A siren startled me, causing me to jump, duck and cover. My instincts had taken over. I felt like a fool, hearing laughter from the vehicle. It stopped abruptly, causing the man with the siren to crash into the windows edge. I heard a muffled groan. Curiosity got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was standing up, squinting into the large bus. I saw figures moving around at high speeds inside. One figure was very graceful, another bouncy. I squatted on the ground, just peering over the trash cans in front of me. It smelled of rotten flesh. I jumped up and ran out of hiding. BAD IDEA. Before I could turn to see where I was, I was grabbed by the waist and literally dragged into the bus. I blacked out from freight.
I was awoken by high pitched squeaking, a crash, and a angry voice. I sat up immediately, the sudden flash of light blinding me, causing me to soar straight up and hit my head off something hard. I heard several oooohh's in the background. I layed back in my prison and rolled back and fourth, my own way of soothing the shooting pain. My eyelids opened without warning. I would have screamed if I hadn't been biting down on my hand to hold my groans back. Two people stood in front of me, it was like a hazy dream. But, much to my dismay. It wasn't. Long fingers reached out and petted my cheek softly. I stiffened and watched with anxious eyes. The hand was soft, smooth and a creamish color. I watched the perfect black, tipped in white nails pet my cheek. I heard his amused "hmph!". My eyes tracked the arm to the source. I saw a perfect looking Bill, with a furious looking Gustav standing next to him. Our eyes met for the first time. Well, the second, but I count this as the first because the scowl on his face previously at the concert wasn't memorable. I nibbled at my lip, growing very uncomfortable in their presence. The first thing I worried about was how I smelt. Unfortunately, my lips announced this event out loud.
I had so many question for Gustav. But the way his soft brown eyes bored into mine, it liquefied my heart. My heart's wishes were flowing through every part of my body, as if to betray what I truly wanted. I found myself sweating horribly, worrying about ridiculous things, and here, Gustav was wearing a elated smile on his face. He didn't seem to care about anything. He ducked and slid in next to me in the cubby-like bed, causing a dis-gruntled Bill stormed off to feast on cereal, as he announced. Gustav slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. As awkward as it sounds, it wasn't. I felt like I've been with him my whole life. Our eyes met again. Panic struck me, remembering my mother. It faded as quick as it came. I didn't care as much as I should have. I almost hit my head off the top of the cubby bed again, forgetting to introduce myself. I was blushing like a mad-woman, "I'm sorry, you don't know my name.." I started, holding the shaky tone through my explanation. Relief tore through me as Gustav smirked a bit, "Ah, but I do. Your name is Melanie. You turned 16 on August 5th.", the look I gave him was beyond stunned. I was frozen in place. It made me nervous that he knew so much. But, no! Gustav wasn't phased. He was still holding that enthused smile. I was confused at this point, I found myself staring Gustav down, while a half-naked Tom walked by. It was too much to handle at this point, I felt suffocated.
"Bill checked your liscence. Don't worry and don't stare at Tom like that ever again." He added at the last minute.
It takes time to get used to being abducted by four erratic boys. Scratch that. It takes ALOT of time and practice. I have been with Gustav, Bill, Tom and Georg for alittle over a year and nothing has changed. I still get shoved around by a very flustered Bill, who condemns it mandatory to get my nails done every day when he does. I get LITTLE choice in how I want them done. At times, when I get my nails done, I feel sympathy for the poor woman fixing them. It's usually a short japanese girl who winces whenever Bill yells for her to fix it. Jeez. And don't even make me mention how much it fucking sucks to clean up after a HORRIBLY messy Georg. He decided in one of the very first weeks I choose my bunk, that my bed is his laundry basket. Including for his dirty towels. That he "sleeps" with.
But today, nothing could bring me down. I was glowing with happiness from the time I woke up, to the time where I pounced on Gustav while he was eating. I took the tablecloth down with us, followed by a bowl of cereal and glass of OJ. He didn't look too upset, as if he knew and was experiencing how I felt. He grabbed my hand in his, brought it to his mouth and kissed it with undeniable grace. He pushed me off playfully, smirking and leaned down to press his lips against mine, sending fiery waves through my veins. I was floating above the world. Gustav stood up, pleased with his work, and pranced off to announce loudly that he was taking me out to eat tonight. Bill began to squeal, wanting to dress me again. I was like his little doll. I didn't mind though, he didn't have bad taste.
Gustav, being a gentlemen, gracefully took my hand and led me off the bus. We "stole" Tom's Escalade and drove off to some fancy restaurant, that of course, I couldn't even pronounce the name of. Sorry if you really wanted to know. I did too. Perspiration found it's way across my chest delicately. It gave me kind of a afterglow. Although, that's not something you want the paparazzi to toy with in pictures..I wiped my chest quickly, my cheeks flushing red when Gustav noticed me drying myself off. He just leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose, I giggled, and it had not helped ease the redness. He was to say the least, delighted. We stepped inside the well conditioned and kept restaurant. Gustav was irrefutably appealing to me. If it wasn't for us being in a public place, and having morals, I would've tackled him onto a random table. I scanned the room to see if any one else was with us, and it left me with a bewildered face. It was absolutely empty. Just Gustav and Me. He led me to the back, where a lone table sat. Already set and filled with food. I blushed, and scurried on behind him. He confidently pulled my chair out for me and sat across from me. A un-awkward silence was drifting around us. I liked this side of romance. We exchanged thoughts in our minds, and as if to understand, Gustav started to eat, followed by me. I was munching on a soft, juicy piece of chicken, when something hard slid onto my lap. I finished up quickly and looked down, seeing a big black box. I opened it, and squeaked. Spelt out across inside of the fabric of the box, was "Marry Me" in emeralds. I slowly looked up to see Gustav's smiling face. But was not greeted by it. Instead, I was nudged from the side, to see a very cute looking Gustav blushing as he he got down on one knee, holding a small box out to me. Tears spilled down my face in a slow way, I was hysterical. I took the box in my hand and slowly nodded. I didn't care if I embarrassed myself. I lunged at Gustav and kissed him all over his face, choking and giggling on my tears. I sat up on him and wiped away my tears, regaining my composure. As a habit, I looked out the glass windows to see if pictures were being taken. At this point, I didn't care, but I was curious. I was shocked at what I saw.
Bill, Tom, and Georg were standing infront of the thick glass, staring hard at us.
They didn't look very happy.
