The four of us stood before Griffis and Whitehall in the studio. Cameron was decked just like Jimmy had said he would be. Griffis smiled and nodded as he looked him over; apparently liking the way Cameron looked. "Yes," he began. "He will be an excellent bad boy!"
Whitehall looked at me panicked before looking at Griffis and opening his mouth.
Suddenly there were footsteps coming toward us, and I couldn't have stopped my heart from flipping if I had tried. Jimmy was walking to us, dressed in black skinny jeans, a black undershirt, and a black jacket with a blue hood poking out. He even had on the smallest bit of guyliner, making his blue eyes stand out even more than normal. I let my eyes roam over him, and I definitely liked what I saw.
"I heard you needed a bad boy," Jimmy smirked, eyebrow raised challengingly.
Cameron glared at Jimmy and grabbed a guitar from the wall, throwing it across the room and wrecking four of Whitehall framed platinum records. Whitehall screamed and Charlie jumped up from where she was sitting and on to him to hold him back from killing Cameron. I stared wide eyed at the boy having never seen him so bent on destruction.
Jimmy kept his cool as Griffis turned with bright eyes to see what he'd do. The brunet walked over to the wall of records Whitehall had up, picked up a microphone stand and swung it like a baseball bat into a few of the records before smashing it into the piano, ruining half the keys. Then, with the sexiest smirk I have ever seen in my life, he turned around and raised his eyebrows once, challenging Griffis to not pick him.
Griffis smile was odd at the sound of Whitehalls moan of despair.
Jimmy turned on his heels and proceeded to speed walk down the hall way, my eyes never missing the way his hips seemed to sway as he did, we all followed suit and found ourselves stood outside of whitehalls office. There were really weird sounds coming from inside. Breaking of glass, a jack hammer going off, a hammer pounding through something hard, I had no idea how jimmy got all that stuff under his jacket.
Jimmy came out with dust on his shoulders. He smirked and wiped it off as he watched Griffis his eyes traveling to me for a moment before looking at Whitehall.
Whitehall took the queue and ran past Jimmy screaming as he discovered his office was destroyed. He ran back out and looked at Griffis in horror. "He peed on my desk!"
Griffis grimaced and jimmy grinned proudly. It took all I had not to laugh. I knew there was no way he actually did that. Whitehall must be exaggerating it to make Jimmy win….right?
Cameron glared at Jimmy and stuttered. "That's n-not right!"
"Dude," Felix interjected. "He went on his desk!"
Cameron shook his head and looked around, spinning on his heel and sucker punching Griffis in the face. We all stared wide eyed as Cameron grinned.
There was complete silence for a moment before Griffis pointed at Cameron and pointed out the door. Cameron's eyes widened as he shook his head. "No!" He screamed as the body guard grabbed him, pulling him from the studio. "This is my band! You can't just kick me out! You all made it here because of me!"
Jimmy smiled at him and wrapped his arm possessively around my waist. "Maybe you should've treated them better."
Cameron growled and tried to pull away from the body guard, his arms stretched out to grab Jimmy. Luckily he couldn't escape, and was pulled kicking and screaming from the floor we were on.
Griffis stood up and rubbed his jaw smiling. "Well, it looks like we found our bad boy!"
"Fine, but I don't want to wear clothes like this all the time, and I don't want to wear makeup, and I won't turn my back on my friends."
Griffis examined him before smiling, "deal." With that the executive left.
"So," Whitehall began, looking at Jimmy. "You can sing can't you?"
We all laughed and headed into the studio, while I did my best not to think of the way Cameron's face had seemed so crushed when Jimmy beat him. I felt bad for him. He may have brought this all on himself, but he was my friend. I wanted to run after him and try to comfort him, but that wasn't the right thing to do. He'd just use his magic on me again and I'd be his toy. No, I would just focus on Jimmy. He was worth all this madness.
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I grinned as I leaned back into Jimmys embrace. We were sitting by the fire at the pool. I couldn't believe we had actually gotten Jimmy into the band. The only bad part about this was…I felt incredibly guilty about Cameron. Sure he was a horrible boyfriend and tried to change us all but he didn't deserve to be ignored. And I would've helped him through this…but I couldn't find him.
"You look so tense," Jimmy whispered in my ear, his hands rubbing my shoulders gently.
I melted into his touch, feeling my lopsided smile come to my lips. "I was just thinking," I whispered, watching my friends across the fire share a moment of their own.
"About Cameron right," Jimmy asked softly, running his hand through my blond hair. I nodded hesitantly and he chuckled. "I understand he was your friend all these years…so of course you're still worried about him." He kissed my hair and whispered, "that's why I love you. No matter what you always seem to find a reason to help people out and see the good in them, even if they are douches."
I laughed softly and closed my eyes. I knew this would last. Cameron had never talked to me like this, he never once just held me without trying to get in my pants. Jimmy and I would last and so would Rick and Felix. It was like the band was finally how it was meant to be. "I think I wanna marry you," I mumbled, earning a soft chuckle from Jimmy.
"Hey, asshole," Cameron called, startling me from my dream. My eyes widened as I took in his state and what he was holding
I'v finished writing the last chapter and i will be up sometime next week, thankyou all for all the nice feedback
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