Welcome to the sequel of Waking up in Vegas. I know I didn´t post the last chapter yet, but.................. maybe is because it's hard to let go of Danny and Maggie!! They're too cute to do that.

But on the good side, this story has at least 60 pages already written, so it's going to be a fast update IF you review. No one reviews me anymore, I feel left out! I need cookies TT

Anyway, here you have. New girl, new McFly boy... see if you find out who XD

Love!!!!

XOXO

Odd

Prologue

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Location: Somewhere on the road.

Mood: What do you think?!

Music: Blood blasting my ears.

Remember the dream job I was talking about two weeks ago?

Well, it isn't. It sucks, actually. As in really really sucks.

I'm tired of gigs already, and of stupid pop start believing they're more than everyone else. As if they're not just B's replacement! Stupid asshole.

And the nerve of the guy! You should see him parading around the backstage naming the girl's he shagged and the fans he think are hot and how he would made that girl with the pennant work his stick. Really, it's disgusting.

But I think he only does that to annoy me. And it works.

Take yesterday, for example. I was just sitting backstage on top of one of the useless speakers, with my laptop on my legs, finishing my last article for their book, when the shows ends its first part. I was just sitting there, innocently, minding my own business!

And then he came jumping, like he was high (and I'm not sure he was not), and hold me up, crashing me to his chest. His completely-wet-with-smelly-sweat-shirt-clad chest.

It was oh so funny for him watching me fight down and yelled he stink, so he just kept laughing and laughing at me, and when I decided to stop and get him to drop me nicely, I realized his hand was right between my legs in my inner tight and the other dangerously close to my breasts.

I squealed and HE smirked, crashing me to the speaker and getting between my legs with his hands on my butt, pressing me to him. And I can tell, he was hard.

"What do you say, huh?" He winked, licking his lips.

"That you should let me go or I'm going to write a nasty article about you trying to rape little girls." I announced.

He smirked, leaning toward me and biting my lower lip slowly. I was only saved by his band mate, grabbing his arms and hitting his neck. "Leave the girl alone! We're back in stage in four!" The newly arrived said, and winked at me. "Good job with the last file." He said.

"Please, kill him with a bang." I pleaded with D.

The other asshole smirked. "I could bang you if you want."

See?

See what I have to endure?!

This sucks.

Fletch, I hate you.

And you, Mike? I hate you too.

Saying goodbye

A very annoyed TNA