Ok, so if you're returning from a long absence I kinda forced you into - sorry!- than there isn't much different here but there were
a few things I wanted to change and correct. I'm going to update this, Chapter one and Two and then work on updating the chapters
after that so you shouldn't have to wait too long for frequent updates this time around. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot and the nicknames belong to Stephenie Meyer, although I'd love to say I was awesome enough
to be her :D
Prologue
BPOV
Urgh. Who's idea was it to drink those extra shots? Shit. Mine, again. I woke up to someone pounding harshly on the door and groaned. My head was throbbing and I felt like absolute shit, although I'd definitely had worse and I'd be able to deal with this. "What the fuck do you want?" I yelled.
"Bella, we've gotta hit the road!" Mike's annoying voice yelled back through the hotel room door. Cue loud groan from me.
"Lauren! The Batty brigade is here, we've gotta move it sister." I rolled over and sat up, grinning when I saw Lauren in her bed beside mine. She was tangled in the sheets and her blonde hair was a bird's nest, but it was her face that made me laugh. Written across her forehead she'd had some guy's number and name but it'd smudged and now it was smeared all down one side of her face and on the white pillow.
"Shut it Bella. M'still sleepin'." I leaped out of the bed, ignoring the headache as best as I could and pounced on Lauren. She shrieked and we ended up wrestling on the double bed, laughing and screaming.
"Oh for fuck sake." Me and Lauren looked up quickly when we heard our manager's angry voice and grinned. He always got a spare key to our rooms in case of emergencies and this time was no different. Carlisle stood in the doorway shielding his eyes with one arm and sighed, loudly. Just behind him, and the source of the cussing, was Mike, a fellow band member and permanent horn dog.
"Hey guys, come to join in?" I said sweetly, and Lauren giggled before rolling out from under me and dashing to the bathroom.
"Bella, get dressed, get showered, and get down to the lobby. We're leaving in an hour tops." Carlisle said in a very bored sounding voice. Then he marched out of the room with a grinning Mike and shut the door. That was when I remembered that me and Lauren hadn't really changed since coming in last night except for throwing our dresses on the floor and putting on a t-shirt. Mine was short, stopping just at the top of my thighs and you could clearly see my black underwear through it. Oops, poor Carlisle. I laughed and went to my bag at the end of my bed, looking for the clothes I'd wear today.
"Lozza where are we goin' today?" I yelled by the bathroom door.
"Um, dunno! Ask DILF, he's got the down low if you know what I mean!" We laughed loudly and I returned to my suitcase.
We rolled up at the lobby an hour and a half later and Mr DILF himself was pacing up and down on his Blackberry. "Hey there guys!" I called loudly, and the band all looked our way. Mike smirked; Ben chuckled quietly and went back to doing whatever he does on his phone all the time; Tyler laughed loudly and did a fist pump.
"Woah you sure pissed him off today girlies!" He yelled, and Carlisle turned round, finally realising that we'd arrived. He hung up and marched over to us, an angry scowl on his face.
"I thought I told you an hour?" Uh oh, someone's a little pissed off. I raised my eyebrows over his shoulder at Tyler and pulled face as if I was scared. The guys laughed loudly, but Carlisle's glare shut them up. Pansies.
"We had girl stuff to tend to Carlisle, surely you know about that kind of thing? You are married to a woman after all." My tone was one you'd use when explaining something to a child, and he bristled.
"Enough." He barked. "Bella, Lauren, get to the van now. Guys, make sure they don't wander off on the way. I've got to go settle the bill." Carlisle stalked off and me and Lauren joined our pals. I squealed and leaped onto Mike's back and Lauren jumped on Tyler's and we raced out to the van with Ben lagging behind, guess what, still on his phone.
"Spoil sport!" I yelled, turning my head to poke my tongue out at him. He grinned and flipped me off.
"Bagsy the front seat by Big C!" I called when we reached the ten seater van Carlisle had hired. Everyone laughed as Mike dumped me on my feet.
"Sorry little lady, Carlisle's got some guests." Ben told me. I frowned.
"Really? Who? Oooh, is he having an affair?" Lauren giggled and I winked.
"No!" Ben chuckled, somewhat awkwardly. "Anyway, he'll probably want them near the front so he can make sure you and Lozza don't slobber on them or something."Ahhh, so they're guys... interesting. I shared a knowing look with Lauren, and she smirked.
"So, who exactly are these guests?" I asked, sidling over to Ben and leaning into his side, lowering my voice to sound seductive.
"Woah, Carlisle never said there was action goin' on behind the drums!" A loud voice sounded from behind me, and I turned to see who it belonged to. Woah...
