Title: Country Mix-Up
Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel, or any of the songs that I may use by other country stars such as Trace Adkins, Tom McGraw, or Kenny Chesney. They are their songs, and I have claim to them other than owning them on CD or MP3.
However I do own Annaed Sparza, she's my country star, she's five six, has bright white hair, bright gold eyes, a skinny body and a tan complexion.
Authoress Note: Ok, here goes chapter eleven!
For those of you who do not know, the guys on my banner are some of the boys from Escape the Fate! Johnnie, Joe, and Mike. Annaed is the woman, obviously, and you all should know Tokio Hotel by NOW. Lol.
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Annaed and Tom were found a few hours later.
Mike and Joe both lifted their eyebrows at the two sipping from bottles of liquor and playing guitars.
Joe's guitar was in Annaed's hands, terribly out of tune and one string bent slightly.
Tom took another drink out of his bottle and eyed the two watching them; he waved and then went back to strumming his own guitar.
"This is weird." Mike muttered, watching as Joe tried to rescue his abused guitar from Annaed's hands.
She started swinging at him.
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"I have…" Annaed announced, glancing from side to side. "A new song."
"Another? You sure are spitting them out aren't you?" Mike barely looked up from his pizza.
Joe and Johnnie stopped their eating contest and glanced at her. "Well, let's hear it then." They said together.
Annaed quirked an eyebrow at them before shrugging and lifting a piece of paper so she could sing off of it.
"I'd like to call i' 'Cheatin' and make i' slow." She stated.
Mike nodded and took another bite of his food, Joe and Johnnie leaned forward and paid attention to her.
They were all stashed in the back of the tour bus, the other band in the front. The reason for this was simply lack of entertainment.
Annaed had gotten bored and couldn't think of anything better to do than drag her guys back to the back room and seeing if they could stand more than three hours of one another's presence. So far it had been an hour and a half, nothing bloody yet.
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They were in California, Annaed's part of the woods.
She'd moved there after getting her record deal and had since made a life for herself there.
She and the boys had a house in LA; they'd invited the other four boys along per courtesy.
Of course they would accept and move in for the next two weeks.
Annaed rolled her eyes and talked to Mari about the next gig they would have.
"I wan' something small… maybe a small bar or something." She stated.
"I can do that… give me a couple of hours and I'll have one for you, care for any time?"
"No, jus' make sure i's convenien'." Annaed said, twirling her silver hair on one finger. She'd gotten it taken out of the corn rows the week before.
They hung up and Annaed turned to go to the kitchen, wanting something deep fried and more or less greasy.
When she made it to the cool gold tiled kitchen she stopped.
Seven men were in there working at something.
"Wha' the heyall." Annaed lifted her eyebrow.
Mike turned to her and smiled. "Making dinner, go do something else."
Annaed watched as they moved around the kitchen, wondering whether or not to trust them.
After a few minutes and no mess she turned and went to the living room, to the Xbox three sixty sitting in front of the sixty inch plasma screen TV.
She sat down and picked up one of the remotes, turning on the console with a mere push of a button. When she figured out that the game in there was one of Johnnie's she smirked and started playing it.
She loved racing games, and not just because she whipped ass at it.
After about three hours of destroying all of the high scores and placing her own there she stopped and ran her eyes down the list.
'Fuck'
'You'
'Ass'
'Hole'
'I'
'Win'
She smirked and then placed her initials under win and then leaned back in the chair and stretched.
Her fingers touched something hard and whoever it belonged to grunted.
Annaed looked up and then smiled. "Hey."
Tom looked down at her, rubbing his stomach a little. "You have very sharp nails." He stated.
Annaed shrugged and then looked down at the screen. "Yea, happens when I wan' them to grow." She shrugged.
Tom came around the back of the couch; he looked at the screen and lifted an eyebrow. "Nice scores…" he commented.
Annaed smirked. "Yea, I like leaving lil love no'es to the guys." She laughed.
Tom turned his head to her and stared at her; Annaed maintained his gaze for a while until she felt uncomfortable and removed her gaze from his.
"Wha's for dinner?" she asked.
Tom shrugged. "Been told not to tell you." He said.
Annaed huffed and then lifted her head slightly, sniffing the air delicately.
"Lasagna." She announced.
Tom's eyes widened, she could see from the corner of her eye. "How did you know?"
"I have a very good nose." She smirked and tapped her nose with a manicured nail.
Tom looked at her nose and then his gaze drifted lower.
Annaed rolled her eyes at that.
She got up and turned the console off before throwing the remote down on the couch and walking to her room.
She reached it in short order; it was the only room on the first floor.
When she entered the room the light came on and she sighed in content.
Then Annaed went to the corner of the room and took the top off of a tank. She reached in and placed her hand on a long smooth body.
"Momma missed you." She whispered, a narrow head with caramel markings on it swung towards her voice and a tongue flickered out, tasting the air.
Annaed stroked the body of the snake as it wrapped itself around her arm and her upper torso.
She cooed lovingly to the snake and the tongue flickered again, the head settling on her arm. Annaed walked to her phone, placed on the dresser, and looked at it, making sure there were no missed calls.
There were none and she sighed and pocketed it, heading out her door and going for the back door to the back yard.
Only five steps from her bedroom a sharp inhalation made Annaed turn her head and glance curiously to her right.
Oh, only Tom.
She lifted her eyebrow at him and then turned to continue walking.
Cautious footsteps behind her made her stop once again. "Anything you need?" she asked, turning her head and looking at the corn rowed man yet again.
Tom's eyes were locked on the snake on her left arm and upper torso. "That's a snake!" he exclaimed.
"No, really? I though' she was a gerbil." Annaed glanced down at her pet. "You're no' a gerbil though sweetie, you're so much better." She cooed, smiling down at the lidless eyes.
The snake flicked her tongue again and Annaed turned her eyes back to Tom. "Anything else you wan'ed to poin' ou' tha' was obvious?" she asked.
Tom stepped closer, eyes never leaving the head of the snake perched on her shoulder.
"Why do you own a snake?" he asked.
"Ah, good question." Annaed turned to Tom. "Because she is lovely, so calm and never angry."
Tom cocked his head a little, tongue pushing out between his lips and playing with the lip ring embedded in the flesh there.
He was standing so close to Annaed now that she could smell the cologne he used. She looked up at him but he wasn't staring at her, for once.
Tom was slightly afraid of the snake, but he wouldn't lose face in front of this beautiful woman.
He reached forward, eyes set and determined, to touch the snake.
Annaed watched, smirk tilting her lips upward a little.
The snake flickered her tongue, eyes watching the large heat source coming towards her. This was too big for her to eat, to bite would encourage an attack, she stayed put.
Tom finally laid his hand on the thick body, moving slowly to run it down the smooth scales of her back. "She's not slimy." He noted.
Annaed rolled her eyes. "Of course no' snakes aren' slimy a' all. I'd like to kick the guy's ass tha' pu' tha' rumor ou'." She stated.
Tom moved his eyes from the snake to the woman; he wondered how she was not afraid of the snake. Annaed sighed and turned away from Tom. "I'm goin' ou'side." She said, heading out the back door.
Tom stood there for a few seconds before following Annaed.
Once there he watched as she easily detached the lengthy body from her person and placed it on the ground.
Tom wanted to run back inside but stood still, watching to see what the snake would do. Was Annaed setting it free? That seemed unlikely; she spoke to it in soothing tones and touched it with gentle gestures.
"She go' away once… I found her three weeks later and picked her up straigh' off the ground." Annaed was saying, obviously knowing Tom was behind her. "She didn' bite me or nothing… jus' sa' on my body like she knew she was goin' home."
Tom watched as the snake moved around the large backyard, going under and over obstacles in her way.
"You're a very odd country artist." He commented.
Annaed laughed, she didn't take what he said as offensive as she knew what he had implied. "Of course I am, if I wasn' I wouldn' be original." She told him, turning and smiling at him.
Tom blinked at her; the sun had decided to burst through the cloud cover then and had hit her figure.
She glowed, quite literally.
The moment was lost when he blinked again. Annaed had turned away and was watching her snake move through the mowed lawn.
Tom sighed and rubbed his forehead, wondering what the hell was going on.