A/N: *sigh* Tyler's up. He's kind of Trouble's favorite.

Chapter 11 - FaN TYLER

Sunday, September 9th, 8:30 PM EST

I'm too old for this shit. Too damn old. It's not even the noise; the earplugs take care of that. It's kids jumping around and nobody has any damn manners anymore. I swear, if one more sweaty teenager with a nose ring knocks into me, we're going to find out what happens when I hold them up in the air by that thing on their face.

Bella owes me big time. Emmett should have been given this job. He'd be enjoying this shit. Maybe they worried he'd be distracted by the flashing lights and the dancers on stage wearing nothing but their damn underpants. I don't think it would matter. Faith isn't going to do anything stupid; it's not in her nature. This is Faith we're talking about. She's a rule follower almost to a fault. She's just like her mother - wants everyone to be happy and can't stand to disappoint, which is why I adore her as much as I do. Not to say there isn't a big chunk of Masen in there - because there is. No one is as competitive as Faith Masen. Sometimes I worry she's going to drive herself crazy trying to be the best at everything. The girl is a perfectionist like her father. Smartest in school, perfect attendance, was Student Council President in Jr. High, Spelling Bee champion six years running, volleyball star. She's involved in everything and loves every second of it. The girl is fourteen and knows four languages. Hell, she could probably teach her French class. I thought her father was driven, but I'd say she has him topped.

Driven, but a good girl, who never looks for trouble. She runs from trouble. In fact, every time Alec finds trouble, Faith runs...to one of us to tell on him. If I were here because Alec and his friends had concocted some idiotic plan, I'd be worried. He is the epitome of trouble, but I love him like he was my own. In fact, he's been mistaken as mine more times than I can count. Bella has encouraged a close relationship between us so Alec has someone who can relate to the challenges a black man faces in this world. He might be a Masen, but there are still some real assholes in this world who can't get past a person's color. Alec and I are tight, which makes me happy. Without children of my own, I suppose the two Masens are as close as I get.

I do understand why Bella and Mr. Masen worry, though. Faith is frighteningly smart but naive to the nth degree. We've sheltered that child from most of the evils in the world. Unfortunately, the big bad world will show its true colors to her eventually. For now, Faith and her little friend are in the front row, swooning over some manchild who thinks it's still 2012. These popstars never want to grow up. Unlike that guy from The Masens. He has aged gracefully. He dresses like he knows how old he is and isn't ashamed. He speaks like a grown ass man. No "yo yo yo" or "dude". His acceptance speech was very nice.

All right, I may be a fan. Maybe Faith can get a picture of me and him on my phone. Shit, I sound totally gay. I shake my head. Nah, it's not gay. Guys can be fans of other guys. That is not gay.

My eyes stay focused on my responsibility. Faith and her friend will not leave my sight. I promised Bella. She made me say it. Out loud. I will not let Faith out of my sight. The things I do for that woman. We've got about an hour to go, then we can get the hell out of here and back to the hotel. I can survive without losing my temper, I'm sure of it. Until someone steps on my foot. Twice. Three times. Without looking down and to my left where the offending foot stomper is, I shove him or her away with my hand. Personal space.

"Hey! First you step on my foot and then you shove me? Asshole."

I ignore because I can. The earplugs help.

"Do you know how much my father paid for these shoes? And helloooooo... I'm a three time ballet prima donna, dude... I go to Julliard. He's totally gonna sue your ass for breaking my pinky toe... I really think you broke my pinky toe."

She's touching me. Probably punching me with her tiny, teenage, prima donna fists as if she could hurt me. She can't hurt me. She can piss me off, though.

"No one can see over your big head, and what are you even doing here? This area's just for kids. What are you, some kinda pervert or somethin'?"

Faith and her friend are jumping and singing along. Their eyes are focused on one thing, and they aren't going anywhere until he's off stage. I look down at the bane of my existence.

Man, I hope she's got a nose ring...

"Stop touching my boob, you freaking molester! Dude, I'm calling security... SECURITY!"

I take a deep breath and bend down so we're face to face. "Enough," I say as clearly as possible.

"Enough? I'm not even close, pal, do you know how many years they put perverts away for these days?"

I'm looking at this insane girl for a good half a minute when I realize there's something familiar about her. Something very familiar. I pop back up and scan the area for Faith and Thea. Son of a...

I turn back to the little shit who played me. Like a fucking fiddle. Like the world class fiddler she is. But she's gone. And Mr. Masen is going to blow like a goddamn landmine. Our baby is growing up and hanging out with the wrong people. Someone is going to answer to me and then her father.

And the one from DC? She's mine too.