Christian
We are all backstage, getting ready for the concert tonight. Yesterday, the guys didn't hold back when it came to the deal with Ana. They kept picking at me and making kissing sounds. Elliot's ass kept singing that same jingle constantly and I decided to punch the shit out of him. He's lucky he doesn't have a bruise on his face.
My actions only made the shit worse. They never left me alone. It only made Elliot laugh even more. Fucking dick heads. Now everyone backstage is singing the damn shit and now I have the tune in my head. I swear, if I start singing that shit on stage I'm killing Elliot. No, all of them.
They were happy for me. Never seeing Ana again after that did send a rather irritating pain to my chest. I didn't even know the girl, but she always kept to herself and so very smart. Not to mention fucking gorgeous. I don't give a fuck what Ana and anyone else thought, she was beautiful. The guys just focused on her ass and tits, making me want to punch the shit out of them.
The first time I saw her was when a guy shoved her into a locker. She ran away crying as he laughed. I didn't know what came over me, but I grabbed the guy and slammed him against the lockers, asking him how it felt. He begged me to stop, but I made him apologize to her. When the guy walked to her he was looking over his shoulder like a terrified rat. Ana wasn't able to see me. I was thankful to. I didn't want her knowing someone had to be forced to apologize to her.
I can't believe I've just been calling her Ana… Anastasia. The beautiful Anastasia who would beg the librarian to sometimes skip class and stay in there during class. I would sometimes have to persuade the librarian at times just so she would let Anastasia stay. I wouldn't want her to feel humiliated or unsafe if she didn't have to. I can't believe Ana is her.
"Hey lover boy, snap out of it!" Ethan snaps a finger in my face. I smack it away and glare at him.
"Shut the fuck up you ass. All of you need to stay away from the subject."
"Bro, stop being so grumpy. You got the girl you love back. Why so glum?" Elliot ask, falling on the couch and throwing an arm over my shoulder. I shrug it off.
"Number one, she's not my girl. Number two, I don't fucking love her. Oh, and number three, I'm angry because you guys won't shut the fuck up about this." I snap.
"Blah, blah, blah. Hey, we're doing the twelfth number tonight." Luke says. I frown.
"Ashley isn't here though."
"I just called her and she said she and her guys are stuck in traffic right now. They should be here by then." he shrugs.
"If not we're not fucking doing the shit. Hope she realizes that." I grumble. Luke nods.
"Loud and clear."
Ryan, one of the stage directors, comes jogging over to us. He looks over at Luke and gives him a nod. Luke just grins. Elliot grins and gives a big clap.
"Who's ready to do this shit?" he asks jumping up and down.
"You guys better be, because this crowd is fucking crazy tonight." Ryan huffs in annoyance. I chuckle.
"Come on guys. Let's do this."
I look over at Luke and see him whispering in Ryan's ear. Please Luke, not another prank. It fucked up so bad last time and ended up getting the crowd instead. They liked it though. Sick perverted weirdos. No wonder they're our fans.
As we walk onto the stage, the screams of the crowd grow louder. I just love earplugs. I don't know who the fuck invented them, but I am so thankful for this shit. I wait for Elliot's usual signal for when they're ready, a drumstick to the back. He started that when I wasn't listening at the festival in Montesoto. I run a hand over my face to cover a laugh, I don't want the crowd thinking I'm crazy.
I feel the assholes signal, and look back. They are all looking set and ready to go.
"What number?" I shout.
"Ashley is back stage. Let's start with twelve."
"Why!" I whine.
"You need to show Ana how much you mean to her." Elliot says, making kissy faces. I am about to stomp over there until Luke speaks.
"The girls are watching us right now. That's why. Come on man." he winks. I groan.
"Fine assholes. Ashley needs to hurry the fuck up." I growl.
I throw my hand in the air, signaling for them to start.
Elliot starts us with the beat as Luke and Ethan strum to the tune. I throw my hands up clapping to the beat, and the audience follows. I put my hands back down and lean into the mic.
She's got me nervous
Talkin' a hundred miles an hour
She's more than worth it
I swear she smells just like a flower
I'd fall to pieces if I went anywhere without her
I love when she says, what's wrong with right here on the counter?
I hear more beats fall behind me, and the crowd starts applauding and screaming. I turn around and see Hannah playing alongside Elliot. Kate and Mia are beside Luke and Ethan. Where's Ana? Just keep singing man. Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to.
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to.
The fans start looking to the right and I do as well. I try to keep my focus, but a sexy as fuck Ana is walking my way. Are you serious? I can't hide behind a goddamn guitar or my drums. I have a damn pole.
Her red lips part, and the words automatically fall out of my mouth.
She keeps me up (I keep you up) She keeps me up (I keep you up)
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
I ignore the crowd and look at Ana.
I need her so bad,
Sometimes I feel like I can taste it
I lick my lips and wink at her, grinning as I watch her shiver.
This evil romance
So good I never wanna waste it
I can't trust my friends
'Cause she's what everybody chases
I know where she's been
'Cause it's on everybody's faces
I grab her hand, and pull her towards me. She giggles.
Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to.
I spin her in a circle, causing her hair to wip around. So damn beautiful.
Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to.
I grab her hip and swing my hips with hers as I hold my mic in the other. She sings into her face mic as she puts a hand on my arm.
She keeps me up (I keep you up) She keeps me up (I keep you up) I never wanna have to slow down
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
Got to be a better way to come down
I've gotta stay awake some how
She smirks and pulls away from me, letting my arm to the side. I can't help but grin though. She walks around me, looking me up and down. I shake my head, backing away.
I never wanna have to slow down
Got to be a better way to come down
I've gotta stay awake some how
Damn it, we can't play this game during a damn show. I keep seeing and sigh inwardly. I walk towards her and she gives me a devilish smile. I narrow my eyes.
Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to
Fuck, she is twisted. She moves over to me, covering her mic and keeps whispering things that shouldn't be said in this world. Things that are about to make me combust. Control man.
Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster She keeps me up (I keep you up) She keeps me up (I keep you up)
Everybody wants to be the sister's mister
Coca-Cola roller-coaster
Love her even though I'm not supposed to
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
She keeps me up (I keep you up)
All night (All night)
All night (All night)
As the song ends, we wave towards the crowd. I wrap an arm around Ana and keep waving, giving a fake smile. I look down at her and glare. She smiles at me innocently. I put my mic back in its place and drag her off.
"You realize I could have embarrassed the shit out of the band out there, right?" I snap.
"I'm sorry." she sighs. Fuck.
I grab her face and crush my lips to hers. Her arms wrap around my neck as mine slide against the soft skin of her back. She moans as a pry her lips apart with my own and slide my tongue against hers. Alcohol? Someone has been naughty.
Someone coughs. We both pull away and look up. They guys are standing with the girls in front of them. The guys look irritated, while the girls are holding back a laugh.
"Do you mind fucking later, we have a concert to do man." Elliot says.
"Hey, you're the ones who brought them here. Ashley my ass. Ana's like a walking porn. What the fuck were you thinking when you whispered that shit in my ear?" and she does something that makes my mouth drop open from shock. A bright blush fills her beautiful cheeks.
I can't help the smile that crosses my face. I bring her lips back to mine one more time and nod for the guys to follow me. I want to hurry and finish this show so I can get back to Ana. I want to see if I can see that beautiful face of hers turn red again.
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Anastasia
We're all sitting on the couch while the guys finish the show up. I am in so much trouble with Christian and I know it. Almost messing up the show is a no no. Maybe I'm not in that much trouble. Who the fuck am I kidding, yes I am. Maybe I can just distract him with sex. He never says no to that. That's one of the things I like about him.
"What did you say to him out there?" Kate asks.
"Nothing." I say, waving her off. She is not fucking knowing what I said.
"If you can't even tell us and it made you blush it must be… wow." Mia giggles. I cover my face.
"Oh, can we not talk about it." I groan. "I seriously almost fucked him up."
"I don't know. He was pretty much attacking you when we walked in." Hannah says.
"Hopefully he doesn't have a raging boner out there." Kate says, tilting her body to the side so she can see the guys on stage. "Nope, he's good. Damn, Christian is really hot on stage. I mean Elliot is sexy beating the shit out of those drums but Christian is practically groping the mic stand and making love to the crowd. Come here Ana."
I roll my eyes and walk over to where she is. I stand with her and watch Christian. His body is covered with sweat from the hot stadium, his shirt sticking to everyone of his muscles. I watch his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as the lyrics spill from his mouth and through the mic. His smile is beautiful and contagious, as the rest of the crowd smiles with him, singing his words with him.
I watch as goes to the edge of the crowd, bending down, and running his hand through the awaiting hands. Some of them shouting his name, screaming their love for him with tears in their eyes. I feel the scowl on my face. Christian ignores it as usual though and stands back up.
He walks back to the middle of the stage, running a through his hair, causing his shirt to ride up. I feel my lips dry. The tattoo of the dead tree branches that come lead out from the tree on his back show. As if he can feel my eyes, he looks up. When he sees me he smirks. I give an awkward wave. He grins, winking at me. Puckering his lips at me, then turning back to the crowd.
"I swear Ana." Kate interrupts my thoughts.
"What?" I ask.
"That man adores you babe. I still can't believe he was going to ask you out in high school the day you left. That fucking sucks."
"Turned out for the best though. If I didn't leave, we wouldn't be in this band."
"Yeah, so stop putting thoughts in her head cunt!" Hannah shouts as she braids Mia's hair. Mia flinches.
"I'm not putting thoughts. I'm just stating a fact you bitch."
"Uh huh."
"Does it matter guys? Just shut up." Mia mutters.
The two keep going back and forth for the next hour. I hate it when they get into one of these fights. It happens every couple of days and it's usually hard to break it up because they're strong. So after a while, Mia and I decided to give up as usual and let security handle it. The guys were so confused and didn't know what to do. The girls weren't even fighting over the same thing anymore. Now it's about some guy in a magazine. Oh boy.
I hear laughing and see the guys start walking through the curtains. As they see the girls they immediately stop. They look worried and look over at me. I just roll my eyes.
"Happens all the time. Literally." I watch Elliot shake his head and go grab Kate, as Luke does the same.
"Hey asshole, put me down! I mean it, put me do-" I watch Kate dig her nails into Elliot's back. "Nevermind." she squeaks.
Christian walks over to me, pulling his shirt up to his face to wipe off the sweat, giving me the perfect view. I bite my lip to stop the moan that surfaces. Christian let's his shirt fall, and eyes fall on my mouth. A small smile plays on his lips, and he raises his hand to my chin pulling my lip free.
"Don't bite that lip. " he orders.
"What are you going to do about it." I smirk.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I let out a deep breath. He grins.
He walks closer to me, bringing me into his arms. His body is sticky and like I'm putting my hand close to a fireplace. Damn he's hot. In both ways. Wait, what did he mean 'Wouldn't you like to know.' What's that mean?
I ignore my inner turmoil when his lips find mine and we resume what we started during the show. His hand is around my waist, running up my shirt.
"You two realize we're still here, right?" Ethan asks. Christian sighs.
"Kinda blocked you all out. Ceya guys later!" he shouts to everyone as he grabs me. I wave to everyone, and follow Christian.
He picks me up after a few steps and whispers in my ear, "You better be ready to have some fun tonight baby." he bites down on my earlobe, causing my to moan. Oh, I very much am.