Molly woke up quite late on the morning after the concert, completely unaware of her surroundings. Sitting up, she noticed the glass of water and an aspirin tablet on the small bed side table. She stood up, immediately regretting it, the room spun and her head pounded. She quickly grabbed the water and downed the aspirin as quickly as she could, hoping it would make her feel better. Molly laid back down again, taking in her new surroundings. She wasn't in her hotel, it was FAR to fancy for that, but then she remembered. She remembered drinking WAY to much at the concert, Gerard noticing her age, how rude she was to him, how he told her that she had to stay on the tour bus that night. Then she remembered a major point of last night, he spanked her. Molly's idol had to spank her because of how rude she was being. "SHIT!" she shouted, realizing where she was.
"Mind your language!" she heard one of the men shout, her head was still hurting, but she presumed it was Mikey.
"What am I doing here?" She walked through the door slowly, trying to get her bearings. The tour bus was surprisingly large, it was larger than her hotel room. She eventually found where the voice came from, she walked into the spacious living area and saw the whole band sitting on a large sofa, with an empty chair placed in front of it.
"Ah, Molly. Take a seat." Frank said, with a small, polite smile on his face.
Gerard and Ray's expression's were unreadable, but Mikey looked a little bit angry. Maybe because she swore earlier.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Gerard asked her calmly.
"Bits and pieces..." Molly looked down, embarrassed at the way she acted. "I remember how rude I was to you and what you did because I was rude."
"Good. You also said you didn't have any parents, is this true?"
"Yes."
"Are you lying to us, Molly?" Ray's face grew stern, this was the first time she had heard him speak since she arrived.
"No."
Ray nodded his head, she wasn't sure if he believed her though.
"At the concert, when I saw you drinking, I had an idea. It is completely up to you if you like this idea, but the rest of the band agrees with me."
Molly nodded her head, unsure of where this was going.
"We would like to invite you to stay with us on our tour. You have no where to go and you CLEARLY need some authority figures in your life. That means, if you do accept our offer, you have to follow OUR rules. We will treat you like our daughter."
"Are you seriously asking me this?!" Molly was beyond happy. Even though she was rude, they still wanted to invite her to stay with them.
The band looked shocked, not knowing if she was happy or annoyed by the idea.
"Fuck yeah!" She couldn't stop smiling
"Language!" Mikey shouted but he was smirking.
"Like Gerard said though, Molly, there will be rules. And those rules have to be followed. I do believe that you have had a taster of what would happen if you don't," Ray said.
"Yeah... I'm really sorry about yesterday. I was drunk."
"Obviously. This is why we are giving you rules, Molly. They're for your safety and wellbeing." Gerard said.
"Well, they can't be THAT hard to follow, can they?"
"Well, you have already broken three of them and we this is only the second conversation we have had." Gerard replied.
"Oh..."
"There aren't that many rules, they are:
1) No alcohol, under any circumstances. You're only fourteen, we don't want you to mess up your life.
2) No drugs, this is for the same reason as the first rule.
3) No bad language, Mikey has already told you about this twice this morning. I can't believe I have heard those words come of a fourteen year old's mouth.
4) If you are going out, you HAVE to tell us. It's dangerous for you to go out on your own, especially when we are touring.
5) Treat us with respect.
6) Don't EVER put yourself in danger.
7) Don't lie to us about anything.
So, do you think you can follow those rules, Molly?"
"Hold on! That's not fair! You swear all the time, what's the difference of me swearing and you guys swearing?" Molly protested. They all knew that it would the one rule she would openly have a problem with.
"The difference is, we are grown adults. You, on the other hand, are fourteen. Our mother would wash our mouth's out with soap if she ever heard us use the language that you have come out with this morning." Mikey said, sternly.
"I don't care! I should be able to say what I want to, not to have my free speech restricted by a fucking band!"
"Molly!" Ray shouted.
"If you swear one more time, I will not hesitate to put you over my knee. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." she whispered.
"Good"
After a while, Molly agreed to the rules and sadly, the consequences that went with them. Even though it was going to be hard.
She got up and went back to her room.