stuck on my other stories, so doing a Marianas Trench one. They're one of my favorite bands now - be expecting more stories about them. And, ones including the others too. This one is just Josh for the most part. And, I'm not completely ripping off Misery, don't worry. The only part that's the same is the plot - kidnapped my a crazy lunatic fan. I'm trying to make the rest as different as I can. REVIEW, tell me if you like it! Beginning is pretty short and lifeless. It gets better, don't worry! :)

Chapter 1:

"Oh god..." I groaned as I rolled over on my bed and buried my face in my pillow. Light appeared to be brightly shining through the window. My head was throbbing erratically. 'Yet another hangover,' I presumed. I wasn't positive; I couldn't recall most of yesterday's events. A typical morning in the life of Josh Ramsay.

I felt a wave of nausea come over me. My eyes popped open and I sprung out of bed. I sprinted towards the bathroom door. Somehow, I managed to make it in time to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Fuck.

My head suddenly shot up at the sound of footsteps. That's when I happened to notice my surroundings.

The first thing I noticed was – this wasn't my bathroom. And, this sure as hell wasn't my house. The bathroom walls were painted a light lavender; the trim of the window a pale pink. A stitched picture of a cat tangled up in toilet paper hung on the wall with "My name's 'Stop That!' What's yours?" stitched underneath in an easily readable cursive. The room smelled strongly of cinnamon, which appeared to be coming from three lit maroon candles placed by the sink – their purpose unknown. I glanced up towards the open bathroom door. A woman that appeared to be in her mid 20's – early 30's came into view. She immediately went to my side and began rubbing my back.

"Awww, it's okay Joshy. I got you. I'm here for you..." he said soothingly. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. God, I sure knew how to pick them when intoxicated.

It's not that the woman was completely atrocious. No, that wasn't the case. She had some good qualities about her; presumably her eyes. They were a sparkling green that appeared to shine in the dim bathroom lighting. The part that I found to be unattractive was her arms. She was very muscular for a woman; muscles larger than my own. I wasn't too strong to begin with, but it was still a bit disturbing. Muscular girls were usually a turn-off for me. Damn "Booze Brain' must've chosen to overlook that. Besides her muscular arms and powerful bone structure, she wasn't too bad though.

I stood up and took a step away from the woman. "It's okay. I'm, uh...fine now."

Even though I said I was okay, her hand still didn't leave my back. Great, another looney. I'd dealt with these kinds before. Let's just say this wasn't my first one night stand. I'd had my share of those over the past years. That was one of the perks – or, downfalls depending on how you look at it – of being in a band. These happened rather frequently.

"Come on, hun. Let's get some food back into that stomach of yours. I'm sure you could some after last night..." she winked and started out of the bathroom. Bewildered; I followed her out of the bathroom, through the bedroom I was presumably in, down a brightly lit hallway, and into a kitchen. She gestured with her eyes to the kitchen table. I obeyed her motion and sat down. I could already smell and hear the sizzle of bacon on the stove. I stared at it hungrily, my mouth salivating.

After a few minutes of antagonizing anticipation, a plate of about 5 pieces of bacon, 2 eggs, and 3 pancakes was placed before me. The woman had been right about one thing: I WAS hungry.

I glanced down at my plate, sighing inwardly at the sight of the wrinkled pieces of bacon – longing for the taste of real Canadian bacon and not this shit they served in America. It was better than nothing I guess. I took a piece and shoved it into my mouth.

As I chewed, I could feel the eyes of my 'host' watching as I ate my food.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" I said, my mouth full with pancake. She giggled.

"Don't worry. I ate enough last night. I'm okay."

I rolled my eyes at her lame sexual innuendo. She didn't seem to notice.

I finished my food a mere 10 minutes later; my head down the whole time. Still, I could feel her eyes burning into my head. Hopefully she wasn't one of those really clingy girls. Those were a pain to get rid of. That was how she appeared to be, at least from how I had witnessed her act so far. Great, this should be fun.

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