Hey guys, I know I've been gone for years sorry. Life got a hold of me and wouldn't let go. Then 4 back surgeries later I'm laying here can't work, and bored out my mind. So thought I'd try writing again. Y'all know the drill, RR. Still love y'all
~KoD~
I woke up with a hangover from hell.
The sun peaking through my blinds felt like someone was right in front of me with a spotlight pointed at my face. My head was pounding with what felt like every beat my heart made. Grabbing one of the many pillows on my bed, I threw it over my face to block the sun, plus to block some of the noise that was coming from down stairs.
It was only then I noticed there was an arm laying across my ribs, right under my breasts. I knew who it was without looking.
"Shane," my horse voice spoke. He stirred slightly beside me, but didn't entirely move. "Shane," I spoke louder.
"Hmm," it was hardly auditable, but it was there. Only thing was, instead of letting go of me, I was pulled closer to him.
"It's time to get up," I said without moving the pillow from my face.
Hell I didn't want to get up myself. But, I know this damn house is probably a mess and I'm gonna have to clean it.
There was a groggy, "no," from beside me.
"I swear," I started then shut up when he full on laid on top of me. His head laying on my chest, and laying between my legs. Pulling the pillow off my face, I threw it where Shane was laying, then looked down at him. "You know it's too fucking early for this shit right? Especially when I got a damn hangover from hell."
Turning his head to look up at me he started again. "You think I fucking care?"
My mouth fell open while looking at him. "You asshole," he knew I was joking around but still. My right hand moved to his hair and grabbed a handful.
"Princess, don't fuck with me this morning. Pull that handful you got and see what happens."
Just to see what he'd do, I gave a light tug. Next thing I knew my left hand was above my head, pinned to the bed with his right hand on my wrist. His left was on top of mine in his hair, while he had moved up my body some making my legs move farther apart as he pushed against my core.
"So, you wanting to pick up from last night," the question came out before he dropped his head onto my shoulder.
Hold on. Nothing happened last night did it? I know I was kinda drunk and the last I remember Shane was about to fill me up on the front porch.
"Shane," his name came out as kind of a whisper, "we didn't do nothing last night right?"
"No. You passed out after I pulled you back before unlocking the door. If I wasn't holding you, then you would have fell on the front porch. Speaking of last night..."
Oh God, please don't let him ask about...
Lifting his head up he looked down at me. "Did you really moan the second time I slapped your ass?" His eyebrow going up after asking the question.
Why the fuck did he have to ask me that? I mean I did, but still I don't want him knowing that.
"I'm going to take your silence as a yes."
"Why does it matter anyways? We're not dating Shane. Hell I don't even know why you do half the shit you do with me. I don't know why you..."
I trailed off when he kissed me. SHANE FUCKING COLLINS JUST KISSED ME.
There was a loud bang on my door making us stop. "Claire! Shane! I'm not stupid. Stop fucking around and get your asses down stairs," Eve hollered from the other side of the door.
"Damnit Eve," Shane said while falling to the side of me. I sat up on the side of the bed and couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny," Shane asked while moving his right arm up to lay on the pillow under his head.
"Just you being all flustered. Usually it's me having to deal with this shit." I stand up and move to open the door, "you get a taste of your own medicine this morning."
Getting off the bed his eyes look darker. Slightly pissed off, but still like he's on a hunt. "Princess."
Fuck this. I run out the door and into the bathroom. I'm not dealing with him like that, even though it was kinda hot. What the hell has come over me. Over him. Over us both. Is there something in the water?
Shaking my head of the thoughts running around, I start the shower. Stripping off my clothes and jewelery from the night before, I then step into the steaming tub. Once I was done with everything, I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry off. Wrapping it around me and grabbing all my stuff, I started singing.
My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space
And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say
Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape
Nothin' happens after two, it's true
It's true, my bad habits lead to you
Walking out the bathroom with everything in hand, I head back to my room. But after walking in I see Shane still laying on my bed. His shirt was still on the floor, his jeans low on his hips. Skin showing off all his tattoos.
"What the hell Shane," I state dropping the clothes at the closest and finding something to wear.
"What you mean? I'm just laying here." He states not moving off the bed, or moving his arm from over his face.
"No shit, and I'm here in just a fucking towel." With that his head pops up and looks at me. "Don't you fucking dare," I state looking at him and pointing a black nailed index finger at him. "Out," I say using the same finger and pointing to the door.
"Why? You're acting like I haven't seen you in hardly nothing before," he states while moving into a sitting position on my bed. His back against the headboard while that damn right arm with a full sleeve of tattoos goes behind his head.
A sigh leaves my lips as I turn and grab a black pair of boy shorts underwear and a black bra from my dresser drawer. I swear, half the time I can never reason with him. I'm not even sure why I try. Turning around so my back is to him, I slide the underwear on under the towel. I then drop the towel, put the bra on and go about grabbing a pair of denim shorts and a black crop top. Once those are on I look back to him.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"What? I was telling the truth. What the hells the difference in a bra and underwear compared to a bikini swimsuit," he asks with a raised eyebrow.
Taking a seat on the bed I start putting on some lotion. "Ok, you got a point but still. It's kinda weird when there is nothing going on between us, Shane," I state then look at him when I'm done. "Even though we've grown up together and you've seen some stuff...it's still kinda weird when the people aren't dating."
Standing up I start walking towards the door, then turn back to look at him. Except when I turn, he's right there scaring the shit out of me because I didn't hear him move. Next thing I know is I'm being lifted by my thighs off the floor. My legs and arms automatically going around his hips and neck.
"What now," I question him.
With a raised eyebrow he asks, "do you want the truth?" I hear the door being opened and we start to move, "or do you want me to lie?"
"Now why the hell would you think I want you to lie to me," I question as we move down the stairs. "Tell me the damn truth, Shane."
"Fine. You're a damn tease, and it's really starting to piss me the fuck off."
When we're at the bottom of the stairs, I wiggle out of his grip to stand in front of him. Having to looking up at him from our height difference, I cross my arms and glare at him.
"How the hell am I a tease? Plus if I was, which I don't think I am," I then turn and head to the kitchen. "What are you gonna do?"
Pushing the door open to the kitchen we're met by Michael, Eve and Rolyn. But, we don't pay them any attention.
"Princess, I swear to God," I hear him start.
Heading to the fridge, I grab a beer. Yes, it's ten a.m. but I need this right now. Dealing with Shane can sometimes lead to this. Drinking early in the morning, but I watch how much I do drink throughout the day.
Twisting the top off, I toss it into the sink as I look to him and take a swig. "You swear to God what, Shane."
"You're pushing your damn limit with me this morning, Princess." He grabs a beer just like me, and does the same thing I did. Tossing the top into the sink he goes back to looking at me. "Keep up with that mouth and see what happens."
Taking a gulp he doesn't take his eyes off me, then he moves closer. "Cause I promise you won't like me afterwards," his mouth moves beside my ear. "But, from what happened last night with my hand and your ass, my gut is telling me that you'd love what I'd do to you behind closed doors."
My jaw drops, eyes go wide from shock and for some God forsaken reason, I start to get wet and my thighs rub together on their own. When he pulls away from my ear to stare down at me, there is a smirk on his face.
In a whisper only I can hear he says, "you wanna tease me? I can do the same thing babe, and you'll be begging for me to do something to help with that ache between those thighs."
I stare at him still in shock. "Who are you, and what the hell happened to my best friend?"
A smirk comes back to his face, "oh your best friend is still here... you're just getting to see a different side to him. Plus judging by the way you're acting right now, I think you love this other side of him."
Well, he's not wrong on that part. I never in a million years thought that Shane, my Shane...the one I've known for over twenty years, would be talking to me like he did just now.
Has he been reading some of my books? I mean some of those books really make me want someone to do some of those things to me. I will admit that I've imagined Shane doing some of that stuff to me. But, I never thought it would happen. That I'd just end up with someone else and maybe they would be into doing some of that smut I've read about.
Letting out a long breath, and trying to calm my raging hormones, I finish off the beer. Tossing the bottle into the trash, I look to Rolyn.
"Ro," I start and don't give a smiling Shane another glance. "can you give me a ride, before I do something that might fuck a situation up. Please?"
Rolyn looks at me a little confused. "Um, yea I guess. Where you need to go," he asks while standing up from the kitchen table.
"I need some ink therapy with my old friend Hector, at Subculture." I state pushing away from the counter I had been leaning against. Pushing a rather pissed looking Shane out the way, I start walking towards the kitchen door.
Rolyn is right behind me as I start towards the stairs. His black t-shirt stretching over hard, tattooed muscle. Fishing keys out of his pocket he looks to me with those emerald eyes, "no flip flops." That's all he says before heading out the front door.
Making my way upstairs, I try to rid everything that just happened from my mind. Once I was back in my room, I make a bee line for my closet. He said no flip flops, which means he's on his motorcycle. So I grab my black, white and pink Vans from the closet and grab a black pair of no show socks.
Once they were on and I had my purse, I grabbed a hair tie and threw my hair into a messy bun. Making my way back down the stairs, I see Shane at the bottom.
"Not now," I state holding a black nailed hand up to him. "We'll talk later. Right now I need to cool down and process some shit you just said to me."
With a defeated sigh all he says is, "ok, when you get back then?"
I walk out the door, and down the stairs and driveway to Rolyn. He's already straddling his bike waiting on me. Handing over a helmet I slip it on, strap it up and straddle the bike behind him. While backing out I look to the front porch. Shane stands there, arms crossed over his chest, and the look in his eyes hits me hard.
There was what looked like a mix of jealousy, sadness and hurt staring back at me. I flip the visor down, and wrap my arms around Rolyn's midsection. I give him two pats with my hand letting him know I was good and we could leave. With that we were on the road.
The whole way down the road, the vibrations from the motorcycle wasn't helping with the ache between my legs. It just made things worse. Plus to top things off, all the stuff Shane had done and said to me this morning started playing in my mind.
Him laying between my thighs with his head on my chest. Pinning me to the bed. Kissing me. Then all the things he said in the kitchen. Why the hell now? Out of all the days and years we've known each other, why did he have to start doing and saying stuff today?
Apparently I had zoned out and was in my own world, because I didn't realize that we had already arrived at the tattoo shop. Well, that is until Rolyn patted my bare thigh twice and left his hand where it laid. That brought me out of all the shit I was thinking.
I pulled my chest away from lying against his back, and loosened my arms from around him. Taking the helmet off, I waited a second for him to move his hand from my thigh, but he didn't.
"CB, what happened with you and Shane," he asked after removing his hand and taking his helmet off. "Because he looked kinda pissed when we were leaving."
I set my chin on his shoulder and let out a sigh. "There's been a bunch of stuff that's happened this morning. He pinned me to the bed and kissed me. Then said I was a tease."
"Well he kinda has a point with the teasing thing." He says while laying his head against mine.
"Whatcha mean? I don't tease him," I trail off. "At least I don't think I do."
"Babe, I'll say this and you can take it whatever way you want. You tease both me and him. Him more so than me, because you spend so much time with him. But think about it. What you're wearing right now, I couldn't take my eyes off you when y'all came into the kitchen. You might not try to but, you got both of us wanting you. The only time I get any contact with you is when you either hug me or you're on the back of this thing like you are now."
I was shocked by what was coming out of Rolyn's mouth. I couldn't say anything as he continued.
"You got no idea how many times I've wanted to just pin you against the wall, or kiss you. But, I know you don't have feelings like that for me. I know you got feelings for Shane. All of us know."
"Ro, I won't lie to you. When you first started coming over and hanging out, yea I wondered what it would be like to kiss you. Hell, I don't know what's going on or what the hell I'm feeling."
I lift my head up and get off the bike. Still looking at him while standing beside the bike he looks back at me.
"After everything I've just said, would you slap me if I kissed you," he asked me while getting off the bike and setting the helmet down on the seat and walking to stand in front of me.
Would I? I don't think I would. I mean when we met years ago, when Shane was with other girls, I had thought about Rolyn a lot. I never said anything because I didn't want nothing getting said. But, I still do wonder what it would be like to be with him. How his hands would feel against my skin, compared to others I've dated.
"You know I'm not dating anyone," I state looking up at him, "and I do still wonder about things."
"What do you wonder about," he asks as emerald eyes look at me. His hands land on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My hands land on his chest as his thumbs dip beneath the hem of my denim shorts. His fingers slowly moving across my bare skin, making me shiver just a hair.
"Or should I just keep going," he says then moves his head to my neck. I feel the slight touch of his nose running along the left side of my neck, followed by a few kisses to my skin.
My breathing gets heavier, as my stomach starts fluttering my eyes shut as I relish in these feelings Rolyn is making me have. I feel Rolyn kiss right below my left ear then feel his hot breath on my skin when he talks. "Because from you shivering in my arms, I think you're liking what I'm doing to you."
Next thing I know his teeth is biting into the flesh of my neck. It wasn't very hard, but it did turn me on. Especially after he started running his tongue over the same spot and sucking at my flesh. I may have let a moan escape from my lips as my left hand moved to the back of his head.
Scrapping my black nails against his scalp, I managed to make him groan. Within a second Rolyn's left hand had moved from my hip and was on my neck bringing me to meet his lips. I have no idea what had gotten into me. My chest was pressed against Rolyn's, legs going weak as his tongue slid across my lip wanting entrance, to which I opened my mouth sliding my tongue against his.
My right hand moved to his shoulder, while his right moved across my bare skin and down to land on my ass. I couldn't be mad at him when he gave a squeeze and pulled me a tad bit closer to him. All while never breaking our kiss.
What felt like hours later he was pulling back to look at me. I couldn't help when I looked at him with hooded eyes. Rolyn kisses way better than I thought he would. Plus his hands on my bare skin had me shivering, legs going weak, breathing irregular, stomach fluttering, and that ache between my legs may be a hellova lot worse.
"Did that answer some of the things you were wondering about," he asks while moving his left hand down to my ass and squeezing again.
All I could do was bite my bottom lip and nod my head yes.
"Now, the real question is, would you give me a chance?"
"I would, but if something happens I don't want the band to break up because of me. I don't want no fighting between any of y'all. Does that make sense," I ask knowing full well what will happen.
"It does make sense. But, I'm going to say this. Has Shane done what I just did to you," he questions while I look at him. All I do is shake my head no. "Well, he's a dumb ass and is taking his time playing around. The only reason I did what I did was because we are alone, and every other time there is always someone with us. I didn't want to ask or say anything with everyone else around us. That's why it's taken me so long to say something."
I had dropped my eyes to look down as he was talking. When his right thumb and index finger grab my chin and pull up, he kisses me again. When he breaks it and I look at him, those emerald eyes sparkle.
"So...would you give this asshole a chance," he asks and I can't help but laugh a little.
"You promise me, if something happens the band won't break up because of it," I question him.
"I'll take an ass whooping if need be, and suffer in silence if it doesn't work out."
I stare at him for a few seconds, then let out a sigh. "Fine. But, I've got a feeling this is going to fuck a ton of shit up with us going out."
"Don't worry. I'll deal with most of it." There was another squeeze to my ass and a quick peck on the lips. "Now lets go. I wanna meet this Hector dude."
As I turned around and started to walk towards the front door, there was a smack to my ass. Hell I couldn't help when a smile made it's way to my face.
"I'm taking it that you're an ass kinda guy," I ask getting closer to the front door.
"Not always. But your's, don't get me started on."
All I do is shake my head as I open the door. Music from the band, From Ashes to New, flow through the lobby. A guy in his thirties sits behind the counter. Dirty blonde dreadlocks pulled up into a ponytail sit atop his head. Brown eyes look to me as a smile comes to his face.
"Claire," Joey says while getting up and walking towards me. "What's up?"
I cross my arms and lean them in the glass counter top. I feel Rolyn step up behind me, as I start to talk. "I needed some ink therapy, and maybe a needle pushed through some skin. Hector is supposed to have my design already."
"Yeah, he's in his spot. What we pushing a needle through today?"
"Nose, bellybutton, and three forward helixs on both."
"You sure you want all that done today," Joey asked with a little concerning voice.
"I'll be fine. Plus the tatty, maybe two. I'm not sure yet on that one."
"Tell you what," he starts and looks at me. "If you get two or more tats today, that is if you can handle it, I'll give you a discount. Plus only charge you for one piercing instead of eight."
I narrow my eyes at him. "You doubt me? Iite, bet. Piercings first, let's go." Straightening up I come in contact with Rolyn's chest as his right hand moved to my hip.
"Iite, I'm guessing studs on everything but the belly," Joey asks pulling out the jewelry.
"Yup. Do the purple for the nose, turquoise, black then purple on the helixs. As for the belly just do the regular stainless steel."
"Alright, Sweet Cheeks. You know where to go," Joey says as he grabs all the stuff. "Go on, I'll be there in a second."
I do as he says and walk over to his station. Taking a seat on the black chair, Rolyn grabs a rollie chair and sits beside me. "You aren't doing all of this because of what happened with Shane are you?"
He was concerned, but no all of this wasn't because of him. "No, it's not. I've been meaning to come up here to get it done. Might as well get what I want all at once."
"Ok. I'm just making sure." His eyes go a little darker as he looks at me, "I know something else you should get. But, that will be later and Joey will not be doing it."
Raising an eyebrow at him I ask, "and what would that be?"
"Something between those thighs," my breath catches as he looks at me after saying that. "Nothing compares to that being pierced and being played with."
"Damnit Ro," my thighs squeeze together a little, "I should smack you. Cause now you got me thinking of something. Plus I've got to sit here for I don't know how long letting my imagination run around."
"I mean if you're gonna need some help with an ache, I can always help."
"Don't. Fucking. Tempt. Me."
He moves back a little, "I'm just saying. It's always better with someone else doing it instead of yourself."
I drop my head into my hands. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Now you too," I state then pull my head up to look at him.
A smile comes to his face. "Calm down. You should know I'm not going to touch you unless you want it. Even if you do, I may just make you grab my hand and put it where you want it."
"Joey," I holler out. He needs to get in this room and start cause if not I may just end up taking Rolyn up on what he's saying.
For some reason all I could think about right now was either his hand between my thighs, fingers moving in and out of me. Or his head between my thighs and me grabbing at his hair and pulling him closer to a certain spot.
The smirk on Rolyn's face gave it away that he knew what he had just done to me. He knew what I was thinking. That asshole.
"Yea, what's up," I hear from behind Rolyn. I look behind him and let out a breath. Thank God, it was Joey.
"Let's get this going. Before this ass right here starts putting more scenarios into my mind."
Less than an hour later, all the piercings were done. I jumped down from the chair and looked at Rolyn.
"Do you wanna go back with me? Or sit in the lobby," I ask walking out of Joey's station.
"I told you, I wanna meet this Hector dude. I wanna see who's gonna be having their hands on my girl," he states putting a hand at the small of my back and leading me out.
His girl? For some reason that put a smile on my face. I made my way back to Hector's station with Rolyn following me.
The walls were black, a radio set on a shelf to the right of the door. His art work of anime drawings, among other things hung on the walls. Along with a couple skateboards.
When I was at the door he looked up. Hector was mixed, Mexican and Caucasian. Short black hair, almost the same as Rolyn's. Brown eyes looked back at me with a smile on his face. Apparently since the last time I seen him he had gauged his ears and they were now filled with a black and neon green plug.
"Babe," he says walking over give me a hug. "I didn't know you were coming today."
"A bunch of shit has happened today and I needed some therapy." I state giving him a hug then pulling back. "Oh Hector, Rolyn," I say pointing behind me.
Hector looks at me and asks, "boyfriend?"
"Uh huh," I say as Rolyn shakes his hand.
"Nice to meet ya. So, how y'all know each other," Rolyn questions after shaking hands and we move to sit down.
"We met in what? Elementary school, third grade I think it was," Hector says and looks at me as I sit on the chair.
"Yea. At least I think it was third grade."
Rolyn sits beside me on the chair, "so that means you know Michael, Eve and Shane?"
"Yea. Went to school with them up until high school. Moved for a couple years then came back. How they doing anyways? I ain't seen them in a while," Hector says while getting all this stuff set up.
"They're fine. Shane's being an ass," I state and Rolyn laughs a little.
"I'm guessing he still hasn't said nothing about liking you."
"Nope," Rolyn answers before me. "And he's probably gonna be pissed when you get home tonight and he finds out bout us."
"Oh well," I start. "He can fucking deal with it, or not talk to me."
Seven hours later I'm able to move from the chair. To Joey's surprise, I had managed to sit through three tattoos. The one that Hector already had, which was a dreamcatcher.
It was black, blue, purple and green. You had the biggest, round dreamcatcher at the top. The beads on the inside were purple and green. Three white and blue flowers were on the top right. A watercolor background of blue and purple moved from the left side to about half way in.
Hanging from the biggest one was five smaller round ones, and feathers. All five had the purple, green and blue beads connected to the strings. The feathers were black, purple and green.
That one went on my right side and down my ribs. On my left thigh I had a black and white wolf head. It's eyes were a turquoise color, along with turquoise colored feathers in it's fur and what looked like gems going around it's eyes.
On my right wrist, I had the saying 'The pain you feel today...is the strength you feel tomorrow' with purple, blue and green hearts.
As promised, Joey gave me a discount of about three hundred dollars. So for everything it was about three hundred sixty bucks.
I thanked Hector and Joey before leaving and heading out to Rolyn's motorcycle.
"I like them," Ro stated as he took my hand in his as we walked. "I may have to start coming here."
"I love coming here. Even if it is just to hang out," I state as we get to the motorcycle.
He pulls me to him before we get on though. His right hand on my hip, "are you hurting?"
"Not really. Just a little sore but we're good."
He kisses my forehead then looks at me, "food?"
"Yes! Cause I haven't eaten anything today."
Shaking his head he climbs on, "well come on," he says before putting his helmet on.
I follow. Climbing on I put the helmet on, strap up and wrap my arms around him. Doing the same thing as earlier, I pat him twice letting him know I was ready, then we were off again.
We stopped at the near by diner to eat. Afterwards when we got back to my place, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was going to go wrong.
When parked in the driveway, I jumped off and took my helmet off. Rolyn did the same and looked at me after leaning against the bike.
"Should I go in with you," he asks while pulling me by my hips between his legs.
My arms rest on his shoulders as I think. "I mean if you want to. You do hang out here all the time." Moving a little closer to where my chest was against his, I feel his hands moving over bare skin and rest in my back pockets on my ass.
"Tell ya what," he starts and rests his forehead against mine. "Go in, get some sleep, and we'll tell them tomorrow," he states then gives me a peck on the lips. "Deal?"
"Yeah," I say giving him another peck. But his hand has moved to my neck again, pulling me to him.
Yes, I'm making out while leaned against a motorcycle. Those damn feelings start up again. The flutter in my stomach, weak legs, goosebumps on my skin, and I'm loving every minute of it.
"What the fuck," is all I hear as I then break away from Rolyn's kiss.
Looking back to the house, I see a very pissed off Shane standing in the doorway.
"Well so much for telling them tomorrow," Rolyn says while standing up, but he doesn't let me go.
I look back to Rolyn, "I'll deal with this. Go home and message me when you get there. I'll message back when I get done with this shit."
"Are you sure," he questions while raising an eyebrow.
"Yea," I say dropping my arms from his shoulders.
"Ok," he starts while moving his hands off me. Getting back onto his bike, he puts his helmet on. "If something happens, call me I mean it. We know how he gets."
I nod and wait as he starts the bike then leaves. Sighing I start walking towards the house. Shane hasn't moved, he's still pissed and staring me down.
"What the fuck, Princess," he all but yells at me.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Shut up and get in the fucking house, Shane." I walk past him and say nothing else.
Once in the house, I take my shoes off by the door and lean against the wall. Shane shuts the front door then starts in on me.
"How long," he asks leaning against the wall across from me. Arms crossed over his chest, jaw set.
"Today." He was gonna get short answers from me until he stops.
"Why?"
"Because he had the fucking balls to make a damn move when he had a chance." I cross my arms over my chest. "A few years and he had the fucking balls. Unlike someone I know who wants to play around."
Michael walks down the stairs then, only getting part of our conversation.
"Who had the balls to do what," he asks walking up to us.
"I caught Claire making out with Rolyn, and his hand was on her ass." Shane says with venom in his voice.
Michael looks to me, "so he said something to you while y'all were gone?"
"Yes," I start and look to him from staring Shane down. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes," Shane yells.
At the same time Michael says, "no."
This gets Shane's attention and he turns to Michael. "What the fuck you mean no?"
"What I just said. No, it doesn't matter. She's old enough to make her own decisions. So if she wants to date Rolyn, then let her." Michael looks to Shane, "dude, you've known her longer than he has. You've had God knows how many chances and you still fuck around. Like she said, he had the balls to say something. So fucking deal with it."
He looks back to me, "if this blows up, the band..."
I cut him off. before he can say anything else. "We've already talked about that. It's fine, nothing will happen with the band."
There's a nod of his head. "Alright then," he points to Shane, "suck it up and don't fuck with them." Michael then looks back to me, "let me know if something happens. Nice ink by the way."
"Thanks," I say letting my hair down. "I'm going to bed," I look to Shane. "Don't you even come to my room. I'm not going to deal with you being all pissy with me. Plus when he comes over, you better not be an asshole unless you want me to never speak to you again."
With that I walk off and up the stairs to my room. I hope nothing happens between Shane and everyone else. I know he has a temper and can flip, but, I really don't want any fighting between everyone.