A/N: And now the tables turn a bit on poor Rayne...
"She's a DEMON!" Tom declared while they assumed Rayne was asleep. They were all sitting together on the tour bus, talking quietly. Rayne, however, was listening from a small storage closet. She was able to disconnect almost all of her joints and so she could fit in small areas without it getting too uncomfortable.
"Oh, really?" Georg asked sarcastically. "I thought she was an ANGEL or something."
"Oh, ha-ha," Tom replied.
"So, what should we do about it?" Bill asked. "What she did at the concert...Grrrr, I DON'T dress like a girl..."
"Of course not, Bill," Gustav replied, patting him on the back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bill asked while narrowing his eyes.
"I'm joking, I'm joking," Gustav assured him. "But, back on subject."
"We could find a way to get back on her," Georg suggested.
"Yes!" Tom said, grinning creepily and rubbing his hands together. "We shall."
Rayne had to hold back the snickers that threatened to go past her lips. This was too much! Not much got to Rayne. Well, except for VERY inappropriate things ...and the Beatles, definetly the Beatles.
"But, what's she afraid of?" Bill said. "She seems uneffected by much we do. Although, when Tom's making out or a bit more...she gets a little green."
Tom laughed manically, grabbed Georg and they dashed off. Rayne heard them go back, but she had no idea what they were laughing about. They finally went back and to their rooms, and Rayne got out and re-popped her bones into place. She went back to her bunk and swung in. She pulled the blankets up over her head and soon fell into a deep sleep.
She wook up as they pulled into a hotel parking lot. She yawned and started stretching, hitting her hand on the side of the bus.
"Shit!" she hissed, pulling her hand back and nursing it. She got up and walked to the main area of the bus. She pulled the fridge open and got some ice. She put it in a towel and wrapped up her hand. She sat on the floor and waited for her hand to stop hurting.
Gustav walked out and sat on the floor next to her, grinning like an idiot.
"What the hell do you want?" she hissed, her hand feeling numb by then.
"Oh, nothing," he said.
Rayne glared, and then it let up. She couldn't stay mad at him for some reason.
"What'd you do to your hand?" he asked, pulling it towards him and pulling the ice off. Her hand was swollen and purple.
"Stretched, hit on the - OW!" she cried when Gustav accidently put too much pressure on her hand.
"It might be broken," Gustav said.
"Shit," Rayne said, brushing her hair out her face.
"Here, let's see if David can take you." Gustav helped her up and they walked back to where David was.
Rayne poked him with her good hand. He barely stirred. They both shook him and he got up.
"What?" he asked groggily.
"Rayne has most likely broken her hand," Gustav stated to the barely awake David.
"How'd you do that?" David asked.
Rayne explained again.
"Take me to the hospital?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll take you," David said. "Let's get dressed though."
Rayne looked down, forgetting she was in a pair of sweats and a tank top.
"Good idea," she said. "I have dibs on the bathroom!"
"Not fair!" David said.
"SHUT UP!" Bill shouted.
"You woke the lion up," Gustav said. "Shh."
They got dressed and then into David's car. He drove her to the nearest hospital where she was seen instantly. After an x-ray, it was confirmed. Rayne had broken her hand. They wrapped it and put a cast over it.
"What? No fancy cast?" Rayne said. "What a rip-off!"
"Rayne, this isn't the time to be annoying," David said.
"I'm hurt, David, I really am," Rayne said.
"Hm," David said. "How many points are you up to."
"Eight," Rayne said. "And the max is ten."
"What are you talking about?" the nurse asked.
"Nothing," Rayne said after a pause.
They walked back out. On the drive home, Rayne told him about what the guys had said that night, and how Tom and Georg had gotten something after Tom laughed like a maniac.
"What do you think they're doing?" she asked, watching the town they were in slip past her eyes, covered in dull light and pouring rain.
Ha-ha, Rayne thought. Rain...
"Now telling with them," David said. "You'd better hope they don't past porn magazines everywhere."
"Pull over," Rayne said. "I have the urge to puke."
"You'll be fine," David said.
"Says you," Rayne said. But, she added mentally, You'll be singing a different tune when I puke all over this car of yours.
They got back to the bus, and Rayne puked behind a bush.
"I could have puked on your car, you know," she said, smirking.
David's eye twitched as they walked back onto the bus. Only Georg and Gustav were up.
"We're going into the hotel in a few minutes," Georg explained. "We just...Hey, what happened to your hand."
"Broke it," Rayne said simply. "What were you saying?"
"Oh, yeah," Georg said, getting back on track. "We just need to get Bill and Tom up long enough to get into our rooms. We'll be here a few days. Gustav and I already checked in, and we took your stuff to your room. Here's the key."
Rayne reached out with her good hand and took the card key from Georg.
"What room, floor?" she asked.
"Fifth, 657," Gustav replied.
"Thanks," Rayne said and walked off.
As soon as she closed the bus door, Georg and Gustav broke out laughing. They high-fived and walked off to get Tom and Bill, leaving David thinking, 'What the hell did they do to Rayne?'
Meanwhile, Rayne walked into the lobby and into the elevator. She tapped her foot on the glass floor while she waited for the doors to close.
"Hold the elevator!" she heard a man call as the door were sliding shut. She stabbed a button and the doors opened again. A tall young man slid into the elevator with her. He was drenching wet, his short blonde hair plastered to his head. He smiled at Rayne, dimples appearing on his tan face. "Thanks. I'm Lukas, but call me Luke."
"You're welcome," Rayne said. "Rayne."
"Like the weather?" Luke joked.
"Yeah," Rayne laughed quietly. "But spelled R-A-Y-N-E."
"That's cool," Like said. "I've never heard of that before."
"I'm all original," Rayne said.
"So, how long are you staying?" Luke asked as they passed the third floor.
"A few days," Rayne said. "I'm here with a couple of friends...and my mom's best friend."
"Cool," Luke said. "I'm here on a business trip. It's so boring."
"You should hang out with us sometime while we're here," Rayne offered as the doors opened on the fifth floor. "Come over to my room tomorrow night if you can. It's room 657."
"Sure, thanks," Luke said. "See you tomorrow."
Rayne walked out of the elevator and down the hall. She got into her room, and started giggling like a school girl. Rayne found Luke incredibly good-looking and had one of those stupid crushes on him. She opened her eyes and screamed. Porn magazines lined the walls, and there were a few X-rated images taped on.
Rayne ran to the bathroom and puked into the toilet. The bathroom - at first glance - had been left unharmed. She washed out her mouth and her face. Her eyes were closed when she grabbed the towel. She patted her face dry, and when she opened her eyes, a guys private parts were near her mouth.
"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed, throwing it down. She stomped on the towel and then pulled her phone out. She called Tom's phone.
"Hello?" he asked groggily.
"Get your Goddamn ass to my room RIGHT NOW!" she screamed.
"Hey, calm down, princess," Tom said.
"Don't call me princess!" she screamed. "AND YOU BETTER BRING BILL, GEORG AND GUSTAV WITH YOU! YOU'RE ALL DEAD!"
Rayne hung up and puked one more time.
"Bastards," she muttered, washing her mouth again.
She heard a knock on the door and quickly walked over to it, keeping her eyes glued on the carpet, which thankfully, hadn't been messed with. She checked the door knob, nothing. She covered her eyes and opened the door.
"Oh, my, princess," Tom said, taking in her room. "You poor baby."
Rayne opened her eyes and punched Tom in the gut. He fell back onto his butt, and Rayne slammed her foot onto his chest.
"Clean it up, RIGHT NOW," she said, glaring down at him. She turned around and glared at the other three, who were trying to conceal snickers. "And three are helping. And if you don't, Bill, I'm taking all make-up, Georg, say good-bye to Green Day, Gustav...I'll find something, and Tom, say good-bye to the girls, guitars, and whatever else I can steal from you."
She bent down and pulled Tom closer by his shirt. "And I'll break your fingers, one by one."
Tom whimpered. Rayne dropped him and got off.
"Get cleaning," she said. "I'm going down to the lobby and getting some Skittles. And Bill, you can't have any."
"PLEASE!" Bill begged, throwing himself down at Rayne's feet.
"No," she said, shaking him off and walking away. She turned back and glared, the black eyeliner making it more intense. "Clean."
And she disappeared around the corner.
"She's evil," Bill said, pulling off the pictures on the bed side table.
"Just now notice?" Georg asked glummly, pulling off a large poster of a naked boy.
"No," BIll said. "I just didn't decide on the level of evil before this."
"Ah," Gustav said sarcastically. "Yes, because before this, she was TRULY a princess, like Tom calls her."
"Less talk and more work boys," Rayne said, walking back in with a bag of Skittles. She sat opened the door to the little porch and the rain washed in. She closed the door again and plopped down in front of the TV.
"Yes, bitch," Tom muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Tom?" Rayne replied.
"Uh, yes princess," Tom said.
Rayne started flipping through the channels.
"News...gay...cartoons...ugh, they're not violent...Oh, MTV," she said and turned the volume up. "Hey, look, you guys are on."
"Great," Georg muttered without enthusiasm.
"Stop whining," Rayne said. "You should have figured out from the start I'd make you guys clean it up."
She stretched out on her stomach to watch the rest of the 'Automatisch' video.
"Oh, and tomorrow, this guy I met, Luke, is coming over," Rayne said. "So be nice to me...and I'll be nice to you."
Bill banged his head against the wall.
So, that's that. Happy day after Father's Day! Heh, review please! And, by the way, this idea thing, was all my doing. Not ripping anyone off...That I know of...Hmmm...
-xXRayneXx