AN: Hello dears! There are a few new things I'd like to address…

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There is no second…I just wanted to sound official.

I don't own Twilight or any of its super yummy characters, that Meyer chick does.

But I do own footy jammas, all of the Harry Potter books, and lots of heels.

Crap…be warned…there is some citrusy goodness in here. And more foul language.

Chapter 2

BPOVJuly 2007

"Garrett, you get your naked ass over here so I can get you dressed!" Why did I have to yell at a 21-year-old boy to stop running around naked? Oh yeah, because he's a boy.

I swiped my bangs out of my face with the back of my hand as I waited on Garrett to find some underwear. He pranced past me and I caught an eyeful of his tattoo-covered ass. A pair of hot pink lips were a glaring contrast to the ultra white of his ass cheek. He seriously had to have more tattoos on his ass than anyone in the history of tattoos.

We were staying in a hotel in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. The rooms were pretty generic with the whole two beds, one desk, one dresser, and one tiny bathroom in ugly neutral colors thing going on; I hated these rooms. Alice and I had only been here for about two hours before we had to start getting the boys ready, and I was dying to get out on the beach. We had all grown up about a half an hour away from the beach in North Carolina when we were young, but we decided, as a group, to move to Chicago right after graduation. The boys had been here for almost a day double checking everything and making all of our arrangements. I was currently stationed in one of the three rooms we had rented on this floor. Alice was in another room a few doors down, and I'm not sure I even wanted to know what was happening in the third bedroom.

A loud squeal escaped as I was picked up and spun around by…a still naked Garrett. This was going to be a fun evening. I could only hope Alice was having better luck getting Tripp and Charles ready for the show.

"Explain to me just one more time why I'm friends with you. And then go ahead and tell me why I ever agreed to help you fools with anything." I huffed while Garrett continued to spin around and around with me in his arms. There was no point in trying to fight him over this.

"Then tell me why I shouldn't punch you in the fuckin' head for touching my girl while you're naked!" Ahh, the sweet voice of my love and savior; a huge smile broke out on my face as I threw Garrett his pants and launched myself at Lucas.

Lucas caught me midair and it was only then that I realized he was shirtless. My heart started to race a little as I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my hands around the back of his head. This just so happened to be one of my favorite places in the world. He laughed as I gently pulled on his hair; scowling, I yanked on the hair at the back of his neck really hard and bit the skin over his collarbone. There was no laughing then, just a gagging sound coming from…a still naked Garrett!

"G! You've got to be fucking with me! Put your fucking pants on! We still have a lot left to do before I can let you go on stage!" I rested my head on Lucas' shoulder before sighing and sliding down his body until my feet hit the floor.

"Lucas, dear, how opposed to naked wrestling with G are you?" Neither of them found my remark funny, but Garrett sure as shit put his pants on. I held up his two shirt options, knowing exactly which he would pick. He pulled on his gray Affliction t-shirt and stuck his tongue out at me as I snorted at his douchey shirt.

"Ok, love, you are done as soon as you throw on that hat. Now go do something constructive." I have him my best camp counselor smile.

I turned back to face Lucas and found him leaning against the wall with his well toned arms crossed over his inked chest. He had the most beautiful Japanese scene covering his entire torso. Vibrant koi fish and lotus' floated across the front of him; a tiger crouched on his back ready to attack the nearby dragon. It was one of my favorite things about him.

It took me a moment to remember why we were standing here after he flashed me that panty-dropping smirk; every time he threw me that smile my breath caught in my chest. There was a show tonight and Alice and I had talked the boys into letting us dress them about two years ago after Charles' back pocket ripped off; he had to play the rest of the show with his butt cheek hanging out.

"Will you please get your fine ass over here so I can, regrettably, put some clothes on you?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He laughed but walked over and scooped me up so I could sit on the table that was holding the boys' clothes. I immediately put my legs around him, pulled him close, and inhaled his beach and boy scent. I bit my bottom lip, sucking my lip ring into my mouth for a moment before I released it and smiled at Lucas. I slid my hands between us and hooked my thumbs into his belt loops. I could feel his muscles contract under my slight contact; leaning in until my lips were a breath away from his, I went in for the kill.

"I don't think you should wear these pants, they make you look…fat." I waited a second until I felt him start to bitch before I kissed him gently on the lips. It was hell trying to pull away once I felt his snakebites against my skin; a soft smile played on my lips when I heard the familiar sound of our lip rings clinking together, it was surely a sound that I would never grow tired of hearing. Pushing him away softly, I reached over and grabbed his favorite pair of button fly jeans. The pants had zippers over the back pockets and I absolutely loved playing with them when he wasn't looking.

"Be a doll and put these on, please?" I looked up at him from under my eyelashes as I held out the pants for him. He made this odd half grunt half sigh noise as he pulled away and dropped his pants. Seeing my boyfriend stand in front of me in only his dark gray boxer briefs was my second favorite thing in the world, second only to seeing him naked. I really felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he looked at me with those hooded eyes; light caught his face just right and I saw that his normally hazel eyes were almost black. This was going to be a long night.

He stepped out of his pants and looked at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes that sent chills down my back. Trying to look nonchalant I picked up his shirt and set it on my lap while pressing my thighs together, trying desperately to release some of the built up tension. This kid had eyes like an eagle, I swear, because he glanced down at my legs and then smirked at me. I was so fucked.

"Garrett doesn't have to wear underwear, so why the hell should I?" He smirked and pulled off his boxer briefs. My poor little heart was about to burst it was beating so fast. Why, after three years, could he still do this to me?

"Because…umm…I won't have to beat any girls' asses if they look at Garrett's junk. But I will have to beat them for looking at yours?" I stumbled out a half-assed answer.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table. Must. Resist. Can't fuck before a show. Can't fuck before a show. Can't. Fuck. Before. A. Show. My subconscious was right…but the rest of me didn't give a damn.

"But baby..." My attempted protest was halted by a rough kiss and a rather large erection pressed against the inside on my thigh. I squirmed with absolute delight.

"…We can't fuck before…" I tried again before he assaulted my neck and ear with kisses. We agreed a long time ago not to have sex before shows, something to do with chemicals in his poor little boy brain that made him want to pass out directly after sex, and that not being good for his stage presence. Fight, Bella, fight!

Well, I never was one for confutations anyway.

I shoved him away before I whipped off my tank top. A low throaty "fuck" drifted over to me as I unhooked my bra and called him over with one finger. I loved feeling like I had control in these situations. Once he was close enough I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me with my legs, my nipples hardened instantly as they touched his bare chest. I licked his bottom lip lightly until I got to one of his snakebites; pulling his stud between my teeth and tugging, I started to wiggle out of my purple yoga pants. Thank god I hadn't changed into my outfit for the show yet. I could feel my face flush with excitement.

I felt the slight tremble in his hands as he gripped my ass and lifted me up, never breaking our deep kiss. He carried me across the room until I was pinned between him and the door; I was about to ask what the hell he was doing until I heard the lock click. I smiled against his mouth and shifted around until I could feel the head of his dick against my entrance. Another low "fuck" greeted me, and I giggled a little.

"Aww baby, don't tell me you're becoming a little bitch now. I could go find Emmett or Garrett if you want, I mean, I've already had Garrett's dick pressed against my ass once today." I whispered against his ear, my heart thumping with anticipation; he bit my shoulder painfully and I felt the heat flood between my legs.

"I'm being a bitch? We'll see who the bitch is when this is all over." He growled into my neck as he pinned my hands above my head. Two things happened at the same time, he bit down hard on my pierced nipple, and he slammed his cock into me as hard and fast as he could. I screamed out as the two sensations met somewhere in my stomach. Arching my back against the door I managed to free one of my hands and tangle it roughly into his long, dark hair. I pulled his face up to mine and gasped as he thrust into me again.

He cradled my ass with one arm as he brought his free hand up to roughly palm my breast.

"I love how out of proportion you are. No five foot two girl should have natural double-D's. It drives me crazy." His deep raspy voice rumbled down through my ear and into my stomach where it settled, waiting for my release. His voice was absolutely sinful when it was heavy with lust, and was the quickest way to reduce me to a burning pile of want.

Leaning back down to take the barbell that ran through my nipple in his mouth, he roughly pulled on the other with his hand. I freed my imprisoned hand from his grasp and ran both hands down his back, surely leaving marks, which made me downright giddy.

My back banged against the door, on a line that verged on painful, every time he slammed into me. His mouth pressed roughly against my own as he trailed his hand down my shuddering body until the tips of his finger barely grazed my clit. I tried pushing my lower half into him only to have him shove me against the door even harder.

Gasping for breath, I bit down on his bottom lip hard enough for him to whimper slightly until he relented his torture and pressed against my clit with his thumb. I could feel all the muscles in his body contracting, ready to find his release just as I felt the ball in my stomach drop and ready to explode at any moment.

With my head thrown back against the door I didn't see the bite coming to my collarbone, a sure sign that he was about to finish. Two last desperate thrusts was all it took to push him over the edge, gasping for breath he let his forehead fall on my chest. I was moments away from reaching my own orgasm when he…set me down?!

"What the fuck?!" I yelled at him as I pushed him away from me.

"Well, maybe you'll learn your lesson about calling me a bitch." He shrugged at me and walked over to the table and put on his new pants.

I stood there, naked against the door, in complete shock. What the fuck just happened? I mean, you always read about couples that had that "magic connection" or "spark" or what the fuck ever, and it wasn't a secret that I didn't always come from intercourse alone, but for him to pull this shit? I was right there on the edge of my release, and I would never pull some shady shit like that on him. Un-fucking-acceptable.

"Are you kidding me right now, Lucas?" I seemed to have lost the ability to close my mouth, which was still hanging open. I have never felt so cheated, let down, pissed, horny…fuck, you could take your pick.

"You are such a fuckin' dick sometimes! Why do I even put up with your shit?" I unlocked the door and stormed past him to gather my tank top and yoga pants.

"Because…I have a big cock?" He smiled at me as he buttoned up his pants.

Letting out a loud sarcastic laugh I slipped into my yoga pants; just as I was about to throw on my tank top, Emmett busted through the door.

"Alright Bells!" Em pumped his fist in the air and let out a loud whoop. The blush exploded across my face and chest as I pulled my shirt over my head as quickly as possible. I could not believe the day I was having. How much more fuckery could I endure?

"Eww, it smells like sex in here! Did you guys fuck on top of my clothes? Cause that is not cool." Emmett wrinkled his nose up in disgust as I noticed he was standing by the door. A hysterical laugh erupted from my mouth as I doubled over trying to catch my breath.

"What the hell is her problem?" Em was glancing between Lucas and myself with the most bewildered look on his face, which only made me laugh harder. Lucas just shrugged with a very amused expression.

"Its not…your clothes! We fucked on…the door!" I barely managed to get the words out and literally fell on the floor, wiping tears from my eyes. Em and Lucas both started to laugh at me and I swear I was two seconds away from peeing all over myself. Damn them for making me laugh when I was trying to be super pissed.

"Get up you loser and finish dressing me." Lucas called to me as I sat up gasping for breath.

"I should make you look like a fool for that shit you pulled earlier." I scowled at him, humor instantly leaving me. I got up and walked back over to the table with all the clothes; I held out a white button up shirt and black vest, waiting patiently for Lucas to put them on. I looked back at Em who was still looking at me like I was crazy.

"Em, stop looking at me like that. We didn't fuck on top of your clothes, I promise." He finally smiled at me and walked over.

After studying Lucas for a moment I decided to roll up his sleeves to just under his elbows; fuck I loved it when I could see his forearms flexing when he played his guitar. I smacked his ass and pushed him out of the door.

"Okay pretty face, head on over to where the hell ever Alice is set up and she'll get your tie and other accessories on." He kissed me on the forehead as he walked out of the door.

"You guys make me sick for real." Emmett grumbled and he threw clothes around the table.

"First of all Emmett, my largest of large friends, stop messing up my clothes or I'm punching you in the face. Second, you can't be serious right? Are you actually jealous?" I looked at him with concern in my eyes. In all the years I've known Emmett, he's always been against relationships of any kind that didn't end as soon as he got off.

"I don't know, Bells, I guess it's just seein' you and Lucas together, and then Alice and Tripp all the time. Just kinda gets to me sometimes. I don't mean to be all emo today, I'll get over it when it's time to go on stage." He smiled one of his sweet little smiles, but his dimples didn't show. Poor Em, I love him like the big brother I never had, and it really killed me on the inside to see him upset.

I gave him the biggest hug I could muster before he crushed me in a bear hug.

"See, here I was trying to be nice and you're trying to crush me to death!" I punched him in the side.

"Hey, you little fuckin' cheat! No kidney punches!" He hollered as I slipped from his arms and picked up his clothes.

I handed him a pair of black pants and a Tapout shirt to put on. He always bitches about looking like a tool in the shirt, but it fit his look and the girls swooned over it. This is why Alice and I dress them; they are not to be trusted with clothing.

"Bella, why do you always stick me in these stupid shits?" Em huffed at me as he struggled to pull the shirt over his big ass head.

"Because, Em, it gets you ass from the poor unsuspecting girls in the crowd." I sighed way louder than necessary. He let out a booming laugh and smiled at me as he pulled me into a bear hug. I couldn't help but smile up into his big brown eyes.

"You make a very valid point, my little buddy." The little shit head nuggied me on the way out the of door.

"Dick!" I yelled after him as I tired to fix my hair.

Alice must have been taking her time with Tripp and Charles if Emmett had to come to me to get dressed, weird.

We had about an hour before we had to be at the venue to start setting up; it was time for Alice and I to start getting ready. Hurrying down the hallway I yelled out for Alice, forgetting what room she was hiding all our shit in.

"Bella, shut the fuck up and get in here!" I heard her loud mouth from behind the door and walked in. Shock was an extreme understatement for what I felt as I stepped into Alice's room. Normally, everything was organized and laid out in neat little piles, but today, well, today it looked like I was in here trying to organize everything.

"What the hell, Alice? Did you and Tripp have violent sex that just made you throw everything around?" I noticed the bathroom door closed. Great, she was probably getting dressed or something. All I could do was stand there and try to process this mess.

Clothes were hanging from lamps and falling off every surface possible; there was a shoe in the flowerpot and jewelry was scattered around the floor.

"No, asshole. I left the room for like, five fucking minutes and I come back to this mess! It wasn't you?" She emerged from the bathroom with and raised an eyebrow, tapping her little foot.

"Why the fuck would I mess up our clothes? I just finished getting Em's big ass ready. Dude, did we get robbed?" Panic and fear coursed through my veins at the thought.

All of the bands spending money was in here, along with all of our personal electronics.

"Oh my God, I don't know! Everything is such a mess. Look in the dresser in the bible for the money and I'll go check on the computers and everything!" Alice's eyes widened as she thought about it before she rushed off to the bathroom.

Why she kept our electronic shit in the bathroom was beyond me, but if it kept them safe, who was I to complain?

I opened the dresser and pulled out the fake bible we always carried with us. This little thing has saved our asses on more than one occasion. We hollowed out an old book to hide all the money in and slapped a cover from an old bible on it; Charles freaked out hardcore the first time he saw it, until he grasped the fact that we didn't cut up the actual bible. He is such a spaz. I let out a large sigh of relief when I saw the money sitting in the book, completely undisturbed.

"Hey, who got robbed?" Tripp laughed as he walked in the door.

"You little shit! Did you do this?" I held a hanger out towards him.

I swear to baby Jesus, if he had anything to do with the minor heart attack that was currently ripping my chest apart, I'd castrate him. He backed up to the wall and I put the hanger to this throat.

"Tripp, you be honest with me because your life could depend on it…did you have anything to do with this mess?" I was looking him dead in the eyes; his were about three times their normal size. That's right, be afraid.

"No, you little freak. Now get that hanger away from me before you poke my damn eye out." He huffed at me and walked to the bathroom to get Alice.

Alice walked out holding Tripp's hand; she didn't look pissed or freaked out so our shit must have been in there. I felt the remaining tension flow out of my body. Our mess still wasn't explained, but we didn't have time to worry about that right now.

"Ali, we have got to get ready if we are going to be presentable tonight. Do you have any idea where our outfits were last?" I looked around the mess that was our room and hoped like hell she had some clue.

"Umm…last I saw, they were on the far bed. Oh my god! They better not be wrinkled!" She looked horrified as she ran over to the other bed. I was more than a little disturbed that she was more concerned with the clothes than if our money was still here.

I leaned heavily against the wall; between sex and possibly getting robbed, I was damn tired. Tripp walked over and threw an arm around my shoulders as we watched Alice dig through the mound of clothes. I felt Tripp shift next to me and suddenly he was in my ear.

"I think I'm going to tell Alice I love her tonight." He whispered in my ear.

I tried to hold in my shocked gasp. Alice and Tripp had been together for three years and hadn't said the L-word yet, and that was weird for Alice. It wasn't like she threw the word around, but she had told me many times that she loved Tripp, but she was worried these three years that he was only with her because we were with them all the time. I could see in his pretty green eyes that he loved her and worshiped the ground she walked on; they were just too damn scared to say anything to each other, just like when they first dated.

I had been trying to get Alice to just say it already; you could see it in their eyes, but they wouldn't man up and say it. There was no way Tripp would ever leave her, and I knew that was the biggest underlying concern with Alice. It was all getting me be way past ridiculous.

Not that I had much room to talk, Lucas and I still hadn't dropped the L-bomb either. A small part of me wondered why it was so hard to say those three little words, the other part of me didn't give a shit and was flipping off my other half.

"Holy shit! Are you serious?" I tried to speak as quietly as I could; it just wasn't working that well.

"Yeah I'm totally serious. I'd appreciate it if your keep your fuckin' mouth shut long enough for me to tell her." He smirked at me a little before we saw Alice come up triumphant with our outfits.

We pushed Tripp out of the door as we rushed to get ready. Alice was always trying to shove me into some tiny little outfits that barely held in the girls. I looked at the little corset she had planned for tonight and shook my head. It was a black satin bandage halter-top with a zipper running down the front diagonally and various studs that ran parallel to the strips of material. Then she tried to hand me a pair of black liquid leggings.

"Do you know it's fucking July out there? Did you also forget that we dance around the whole time under hot ass stage lights surrounded by hot nasty people? I'm not wearing leggings." I addressed the bathroom door matter-of-factly.

"Yes you are. Stop being such a baby because these are super light. You won't even feel them!" The whining tone of her voice let me know right away there was no sense fighting with her. Why the hell was she changing in the bathroom?

"Fine Alice, I'll wear the fucking leggings." I sighed and pulled the stupid things one. I was already hot.

I stood staring at the box containing my shoes for a good five minutes before I grew the nut sack to take the lid off. With one finger I gently lifted the five-inch cage stiletto heels out of their cardboard prison. My heart skipped a beat. They were beautiful, but they would kill me.

"Alice Brandon! You get your tiny ass out here! Do I have to remind you about the time I broke my nose walking across my flat yard?! You're really trying to kill me aren't you?" I yelled at her through the bathroom door. Annoyance surrounded me like a fog as I stomped back over to the bed to put the stupid shoes on.

I had just finished sliding my foot into my shoe as I heard the bathroom door and saw Alice standing there; she looked like she stepped right out of the 80's. She had on a white lace corset with black trim and a black chiffon waist tie, a black python mini skirt barely covered her ass; three inch crimson pumps popped beneath her fishnets. Why didn't she have to wear death trap shoes, and why aren't they giant?

"I hate you." I told her as I stood up and walked out into the hallway.

The boys would either be hiding in a room talking over the set list, or stuffing their faces in the restaurant downstairs. Hopefully there was an elevator, because I was not walking down two flights of stairs in these shoes. I walked back to the room I was working in earlier to check for any of the guys, but no one was there; they weren't in the third room either. Those fuckers were downstairs eating and we had to be at the club to set up in less than an hour.

I stopped back by Alice's room to let her know we had to pry the boys away from food, and in true Alice fashion she started to freak out while still looking great; what a bitch. So we walked arm in arm into the hotel restaurant, only to find out from the doorman that they had left for the club about ten minutes ago. Those dick heads were going to pay this evening. We even pinky promised to make their night hell, and we couldn't be any more excited than we were right then.

EPOV

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

This is such a bad fucking idea.

Jasper and I are hiding in…I mean…we're standing in the elevator, making sure the doors don't close so Jacob and Sam can run in when they are done.

We saw a pretty well known band unloading shit last night, and we know they have three rooms. Jacob wants to steal two amps to replace the two that he ruined at our last show.

What a fuckin' loser.

And now they are running at us all panicky; they are empty-fuckin'-handed. The anger flowing through me is a new experience, and it's making it very hard for me to not punch Jake and Sam in the face as they step onto the elevator and start screaming for us to let go of the doors.

"What the fuck guys? I thought you said this was a fool-proof plan?" Jasper had his hand over his eyes, a sure sign that he was going to lose his cool.

"Shut the fuck up! We fuckin' got in didn't we? It was the wrong room! It was full of a bunch of clothes and computers." Jacob spit as us, his hands were shaking.

As we stepped off the elevator, a guy behind the main desk yelled for us to stop.

We took off running.

Shit.

AN:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter…if not, yell at me in the comments. I like it.

Thanks always to my wifey Arenee363, and Wisdomous and Leannelrh that hold my hand and calm my nerves.

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Playlist:

All the Small Things- Blink 182

What's My Age Again?- Blink 182

Weekend Warriors- A Change of Pace

Are You Gonna Be My Girl- Jet

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Loveee.