A/N Everyone who doesn't review deserves to get a can of cheese wizz sprayed in their rectum.
Unfortunately the couple name "Jeah" is still relevant, even two months later. Leah still finds it cute while I cringe whenever it's said, typed, texted, tweeted, or used in any other form of communication.
One thing I've learned about fan girls is that they're sassy and always emotional. I'm still not sure as to what "feels," a "stan," or "shade" is, despite the girls saying those terms all the time. I've attempted to read through the type of nonsense the Princesses tweet—and blog for all the Tumblr users—and it's very scary. There are a lot of feels and stanning going along with unfinished, questionable sentences such as "I can't even," "I just," and "I've lost all physical ability to even." I've decided not to try and figure out what they can't even anymore.
I thought I could escape fan girls, but it's impossible. Especially tonight of all nights, since Twitter is active as well as the mansion with the girls scurrying and jumping around, excited for midnight to strike. They're their own fan girls. Just add Nessie's nineteenth birthday into the mix, and we're going buck wild.
With them being so rowdy, I decide to make a party out of it and invite my brothers. It's time they officially meet The Queens since they've only seen them on TV and heard them on the radio. I haven't really had a good heart-to-heart with either of them since the funeral, and last they heard from any of us, Edward was still a bartender. Sure there were phone calls, but it was never serious. I kinda owe them an explanation as to why and how any of this is possible from knowing The Queens, why the hell they live in the mansion, and how Edward is suddenly a heartthrob. In fact, Quil likes "Moonshine"; little does he know I wrote it, the chicks who sing it live in his old house, and his little brother's best friend's featured on it.
They haven't arrived yet but Edward, Carlisle, and I are trying to be as chill as possible. However, it's difficult when as each passing minute goes by, they girls get even giddier and louder and start jumping around like they've lost every single last one of their marbles. It's cute, though. Ever since the release of the "Moonshine" video and "Figure 8," they've become antsy and impatient. Summer was way too long for them.
Seth would be here if he didn't have school tomorrow, but he promised Nessie that he'll be the first to buy the album digitally, as did Jasper. Emmett's still a no-show, which doesn't surprise me or the girls, but I bet he's the last person on Rosie's mind when the clock strikes eleven fifty. At this point, the girls have broken out in a twerk routine, trying to burn off energy and excitement. It's hilarious and highly entertaining to see them running around half-naked with bottles of alcohol all around the front and living rooms, because if either of my parents were still here, they would have a heart attack. Embry isn't gonna be happy, but hell—I don't care. He's only my brother, not my father.
"Eleven fifty- two," Alice announces from the kitchen as she pours herself another drink. Okay, maybe this is a bit exciting. I myself am getting fidgety just thinking that in eight minutes, The Queens will have released their first album. Just a year ago, I was struggling to remember their names. Now, I can tell who's coming down the stairs based on their footstep patterns.
Damn, it's been a year, a whole three-hundred and sixty five days. We're all a year older, a year wiser, but still stuck at the same age of maturity. Or at least I am, anyway.
"Jacob?" I hear one of my brother's voices ring from the front room. My head perks up off the sofa cushion, and for reasons unknown, I'm smiling. I stand and make my way to the front room where my brothers are just standing there, staring at the hot mess the girls have made.
"Jeez, I'd hope you would've at least kept the house decent," Embry complains, taking in the odd surroundings. He cringes at the loud music. "And why is that up so damn loud?"
Quil lets the beats sink in before beginning to tap his hands against his thigh. "Oh, shit, is that 'Moonshine'? That's the jam!"
I smirk. "I wanted you guys to meet some friends of mine."
"Jake, I got class in the morning and—" Embry shakes his head, already reaching for the door knob to leave.
Well, then.
"It'll only take a second," I insist, ready to beg. It's time I got this off my chest. Their reactions aren't gonna be my fault though. Embry's might be harder than Quil's, however.
"Fine," he growls. Someone's still a bit salty about not receiving father's fortune, I see.
"Girls!" I shout behind me in the direction of the family room.
"Ooh, girls." Quil says greedily, rubbing his hands together.
"You invited us over to meet girls?" Embry whines.
"Oh, 'cause you have girls crawling at your feet morning, noon, and night," Quil teases back, making me grin.
Embry's comeback is cut short when the sound of heels against the marble floor gets louder and comes to a stop. Turning to look behind me, I catch Quil's jaw hit the floor.
"Whoa," Embry whispers under his breath. "Holy shit."
"Girls, I think it's officially time you meet my brothers. Um, that's Embry," I point to him, then to Quil. "And that's Quil. You guys already know Leah, but this is—"
I gesture towards Bella to begin introducing them, but Em butts in.
"Bella, Nessie, Rebecca, Rachel, Alice, and Rosalie," he says, matching each name with the accurate face perfectly. His eyes still haven't come back down to their normal size.
Quil finally musters up a few words. "Jake, you wanna tell us how and why The Queens are in our house?"
"You weren't kidding about his brothers," Bella whispers to Leah, most likely.
"That's what I've wanted to explain to you guys," I replied. "I'm their bodyguard."
Embry swallows, and hasn't taken his eyes off of the girls since they strolled in. I assume Carlisle told him this much, but he's looking as though this is news to him.
"Bodyguard," Quil repeats. "For how long?"
"A year now."
"That's what you've been doing all this time?"
That, and being a whore. I nod. "Pretty much." They couldn't recognize their baby brother's face in magazine's and internet articles?
"Why do you choose now to tell us that you're the bodyguard for these—" he looks behind me slyly "—beautiful girls?"
The Queens release a group giggle, resulting in a drunken burp from Nessie.
"'Cause they're—" I check my watch "—three minutes from dropping their first album at midnight, and I thought, hey, what the hell, let's invite you two and make a party of it."
"We get to party with them?" The cat finally gives Em his tongue back.
"If you can handle it," Rosalie taunts, stepping forward to lean on my shoulder. "You up for it?"
Judging by the way they're looking each other up and down, there's a mutual attraction arising between them. I'd rather she be with my brother than Emmett any day.
"I think I can do it." He bites his lip. Oh, jeez.
So, that went better than I expected.
"Two minutes!" Edward calls.
"Oh, shit! Let's go!" Nessie grabs their hands in a mad dash back to the family room. Quil follows, but I lag to overhear their conversation.
Rosalie flashes my brother a flirty smile. "So, you're Embry?"
He nods.
"Jacob didn't tell us you're so cute."
I can't tell from here around the corner, but it's easy to predict he's blushing. He laughs nervously. "Thanks."
"I'm guessing you're familiar with our work?"
"Uh, yeah. 'National Anthem' is one of my favorite songs, actually."
"For real?" she exclaims, almost surprised. "You know Leah, right?"
"Yeah…"
"She actually wrote that about Jacob," she informs him.
I blush.
"Seriously?!" Embry asks.
"Uh-huh. They're pretty serious."
"Obviously."
"Jacob!" one of the girls shrieks, triggering my protective instincts, making me rush towards the family room.
"What? What's wr—"
"Fucking midnight!" Nessie screams while slinging a bottle of my dad's favorite champagne in her hands. I check my watch to see she's right.
And it's happened.
It's officially September twelfth. National Anthem is on the market. Fan girls and boys—not just across the nation, but the world—are gonna have their first listens to what my girls have to offer. It gives me chills.
Alice and Nessie stay on iTunes while Rosalie and the twins check out Twitter. I can't stop smiling now. My brothers don't get it, but it's taking a few moments to let it sink in. Carlisle's having his proud father moments while Edward encases Bella in a happy hug.
As everyone jumps around and about, blasting their album, I think back to mid-August of last year. When I saw them for the very first time, my world was rocked, birthing a new Jacob who had a totally different insight. Everything about the girls, from their hair and down to their feet, screamed perfection. Even through the tears, jealousy, drama, and danger, they were still flawless in my eyes. I didn't care if the twins and Rosalie are criminals, or Nessie has abandonment issues, and I still don't; I will always find my way back to them. It's been one hell of a year for us all. They've expanded my mind musically and sexually. Because of them (even though she's deceased) I have the biggest goddamn crush on Marilyn Monroe.
Something tells me if I never ran away, I would've died in this house, just like my father. I will forever be grateful and thankful to Carlisle for taking a chance on me, and pulling me to the side that night I randomly strolled into The Coven in search of warmth after weeks of roaming the streets, aside from being in and out cheap hotels. I owe him more than a lot for giving me an opportunity at being a part of a real family.
From "Lady Marmalade" to now, it's like I've been in a dream state. Some of that shit never seemed real until now… like almost getting shot or losing my virginity.
Their loud music snaps me out of my internal conversation, so I look up to see Leah rhythmically shaking her ass to the chorus of "Out Of Control," another track that was written for me. She loses balance and slips to the wooden floor, giggling while Bella helps her up.
Aw, and I mustn't forget. I found love, too.
She joins the rest of them in the choreography for another song. Her smile gets bigger and bigger until it erupts in a ridiculous laugh.
Damn, I love her.
I haven't seen my brothers truly party since high school. They do drink, but not until they're drunk; they know their limits. Embry must've had a few shots because he suddenly has the loose tendency and nerve to put a few moves on Rosalie, who's letting him. Carlisle's going easy on the bottle tonight, thank goodness.
As the night nears one in the morning, the girls chill out a bit, and get an idea. To finish off the celebration, they want to cruise by nearby stores and surprise fans. I like the idea, and it sounds like an adventure. Carlisle tried to convince them not to by pointing out stores would be closed, but Edward reminds him that majority of stores have stayed open just for their album release.
So, for the following hour and a half, our entourage cruises around LA. At every open major store, the girls pop in, ready for taking pictures and autographing each Princesses' album copy, putting a big old smile in each one of their faces. I'm surprised none of them fainted or vomited because I'm pretty sure I would've.
To put a bittersweet end on tonight's festivities, the ten of them have a quick shot, while Alice and I sip apple cider. After saying goodnight to my bros, Carlisle leaves and Edward takes Bella back home with him. Rosalie goes to bed by herself yet again but this time she's sporting huge grin because Embry just scored her phone number and vice-versa. The twins retire in the den, and Alice and Nessie fall asleep upon the living room sofa, which just leaves Leah and I.
"Is it bad that I've already begun working on our second album?" she asks between a yawn, slipping in under my arm to make herself comfy.
I shake my head, my eyes fluttering shut as I do. "What do you mean 'working on'? You have enough music stored away for years to come. You never have to write another song again."
Leah chuckles. "True, I guess. I wrote another song about you."
Oh, boy. "You'll lemme hear it tomorrow?"
Her soft lips press against my neck and travel up towards my jaw, then sideways to my cheeks. "I love you."
My grin is automatic. "I love you more."
She repeats herself, and kisses me multiple times again before stopping to plant a passionate smooch on my lips. She's asleep minutes later, compelling me to caress her soothingly until I, myself, drift.
Carlisle and I have the best seat in the house to the hottest concert in town. It only took me a year and some months to get here, but they've been waiting forever.
Edward adjusts his guitar in his lap, chuckling into the microphone by accident. "My bad." His voice echoes throughout the stadium, making almost every laugh for no reason. I laugh a little, too, and watch the crowd's reaction through the monitor.
Once he has his instrument settled onto his lap, he taps his foot nervously against the stool. He leans towards the mic and sighs. "So, this next song was written about a few friends of mine. You guys know them as The Que—"
The words barely escape his mouth before the audience goes berserk. I grin along with him as he tries to settle them down. Leah wraps her arms around me from the back, and then rests her head upon my spine. My fingers loop with hers as I continue to watch the monitor.
"So, yes," Edward goes on. "This next one, if you didn't know already besides it being blatantly obvious, was inspired by and written for The Queens. My good friend, Jacob, helped me write it. But you guys know his as the bodygu—"
He's caught off again by their screeching.
"Aw," Rach says, pinching my shoulder as she passes by. "Someone has fans."
The redness practically glows off my face. I feel Leah's face stretch in a smile against my back. "Shut up." My voice goes squeaky in defense. Carlisle finds it pretty hilarious as well.
"This song isn't just for my Queens," Edward informs, strumming the first few chords to his record-breaking first single. "This song is for any crazy-ass, beautiful chicks out there. Every single one of you is absolutely gorgeous."
"Panty-dropper," Bella mumbles under her breath as she fixes her costume.
The band kicks in with the following notes to with Edward's guitar. He begins to sing, and every Queen now surrounds the screen as if it's their beckoning call. The fan girls go nuts at the melody.
"I spend all my money on a big ol' fancy car
For these bright eyed honeys
Oh yeah, you know who you are
Keep me up 'til the sun is high
'Til the birds start calling my name
I'm addicted and I don't know why
Guess I've always been this way
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long, all night long
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you
I get lost under these lights
I get lost in the words I say
Start believing my own lies
Like everything will be okay
Oh, I still dream of a simple life
Boy meets girl, makes her his wife
But love don't exist when you live like this
That much I know, yes, I know
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long, all night long
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you
You, you
You, you, you
Yeah, you, you, you
You, you, you
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me, the death of me
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you, come back to you."
The stage goes dark, but the stadium is still alive and well. My girls huddle around each other, casually drinking their warm tea and loosening up any muscles. Edward, whilst removing his headpiece and wires, steps into the dressing room. He's profusely sweating, the droplets dripping from his forehead down to his neck, making him look really shiny. Bella rushes up to him regardless, giving him a huge hug.
"You did absolutely amazing," she mumbles.
"Me? Just wait 'til you get out there," he sets his guitar down. "I got 'em all warmed up for you guys."
Bella takes his hand in hers, guiding him towards the huddle. "Come pray with us."
The ten of us get in an oval, holding each other's hands and bowing our heads to the ground. I've grabbed Leah's and Alice's hands, and they're both shaking with clammy palms. They're nervous.
Nessie sighs and begins the prayer. "God up in Heaven, we may not be saints nor are we the nicest girls, but we ask that you watch over us tonight and protect us from any assholes that try to harm u. Protect us and may we please have a good and successful show. As the Sex Pistols said, God save the queens. Amen!"
"Amen!" we cheer. Damn, nostalgia is a bitch.
The girls do last minute fixes on their makeup and outfits, trying to make themselves look more perfect than they already do. They've gone from doing covers and being inappropriately appreciated by drunken losers to selling out a stadium full of screaming fans, with the number-one album in the country.
I never doubted they'd get this far. There've been ups, down, twists, and turns, but in the end, we all ended up happy. They give royalty a totally different meaning.
Any eighteen-year-old boy would love to be in my position.
To get the opportunity to be surrounded by seven gorgeous women who could make any man get on his knees and beg. Seven gorgeous women who were independent and tough, yet still maintained to be feminine. Seven gorgeous, talented women who had me hooked on danger and adventure.
The Queens is what the world calls them.
My reason for living is what I call them.
FIN.
A/N There. She's finished. No sequel, okay? You guys don't deserve one! But please-pretty please with Taylor Lautner smothered in chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and a cherry on top-check out the rest of the covers, cus I worked hard on them. Anyway. . .*cry, sniffle* The Queens is finished. Baby Doll Part 3 is my main priority now. . .and who knows? I just might have some more Blackwater brewing. *evil laugh*