warning: (lame, crappy) sex scene in this one. The story's rated what it is for a reason. Don't worry, it's written so poorly though, so I think you'll be fine. I'm pretty bad at writing sex scenes O_o

Chapter 4:

Even in my sexual daze, I was still able to make out the horror before me. The entire – and I mean entire – room was covered in Marianas Trench memorabilia. Posters and magazine articles of us covered every inch of her wall. And, I mean that literally. There wasn't a spot on the wall that wasn't covered. And besides the poster 'wallpaper', there were picture frames. Those frames held drawn pictures of our band; all appearing to be professionally done. If by her, I didn't know.

Inside one particular large frame that was about 4 feet in length held a white poster board with 'Marianas Trench' written on it in bubble letters with hearts of all different sizes around it. In the upper left corner of it was a picture of me from some photoshoot we had done last year; the bottom of it signed by yours truly.

Sure, I knew some crazed fans had rooms like this. We were famous – it came with the territory. But THIS severe with a woman of her age? It was almost unheard of. Until now. This woman for sure held the title of crazy obsessed fan. This was the mayor of Crazyville.

I pulled out of her grip on my wrist. "What's wrong, Joshy?" she asked me.

I could only imagine how terrified I must've looked. I swear I would've collapsed had the door frame not been inches away.

She must've noticed my attention was focused on her room. She let out a small giggle. "You like?" I honestly didn't know how to respond.

"It's...wow..."

"Yeah. It's amazing, isn't it?" she gushed as she gazed around her room with a blissful smile. Amazing was not the word I was looking for. Obsessional. Disturbing. Insane. Those were the words I came up with. Instead of saying that, I forced a smile upon my face.

"It's...great."

She walked up to one of the frames that held a carefully drawn picture of me. The likeness was uncanny. I would've thought it was an actual photographed picture had it not been for the 'heart' I was holding in my hands. "That's my heart you're holding..." she said dreamily, running a finger lightly over the glass that was above the heart. "You hold my heart, Josh Ramsay."

A cold chill overcame my entire body. This was too much for me to handle. "Can I...can I have a glass of water?" I managed to choke out.

"Oh, of course dear!" she rushed out of the room, returning less then a minute later with a full glass. I downed it in seconds, chugging the icy cold liquid. Strangely, it didn't make me feel any better. I still felt a sense of fear and panic as I stood at the head of the room overlooking the setting before me.

"You feeling a little hungover, honey? Would you like some aspirin?" she asked me. I nodded dumbfoundedly as she walked into the bathroom adjoined to the room. I watched as she opened the cupboard over the mirror. She was by my side seconds later with the aspirin. She handed me the round pill. I popped it in my mouth immediately. Because of my fear and anxiety, I had trouble swallowing it. Somehow, I managed to get it down.

"That better?" I forced a smile for her and nodded my head.

"That's good. Now come here you sexy bastard..." She pulled me by the collar of my shirt towards her and attacked my lips with hers. She forced my lips apart and immediately stuck her tongue in my mouth. I was about to pull away until she slid her hands down my jeans and began to rub me down. I could already feel myself getting hard, despite not wanting to.

The woman – whose name I still did not know – pulled me into the room and onto the bed. It was too late for me to turn back now. I was already too far gone.

She broke apart our kiss only to pull her shirt off over her head. Her lips were right on mine after it was removed. She broke apart again to help me remove mine. Again, our lips were right on each others after my shirt was completely off. Still kissing, I unhooked her bra and threw it on the ground. Now onto the pants.

I was able to slide out of my jeans quite quickly despite how tight they were. I had to help the woman with hers after she couldn't steady her hands to unbutton them. Much to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She just smiled into the kiss as I slid her jeans all the way off. Only my boxers left.

She broke up our kiss and slid down to my waist. She took the waistline of my boxers with her teeth and began to slide them down, all the time rubbing my erection with her right hand. "Oh God..." I groaned.

Once my boxers were completely off, she crawled back up me and positioned herself over me. Before she could come down on me, I flipped her so I was on top. She quickly flipped us back though. "I'm on top," she growled. Whatever. Fine by me.

She positioned herself over me again, and I thrust into her. Once we were comfortable, I began to pump inside of her, slow at first, and then at a much faster pace. "Oh fuck Josh. Oh God. I'm gonna come!" She screamed. We both released at the same time, and settled into a blissful ecstasy. Just as we did, I could feel my eyes starting to droop. So...tired...