Devil Choir tour. (sequel to Unbroken)

I entered the rave and almost immediately wanted to leave. I didn't like parties. I wasn't really one for socializing or being around strangers, I prefered to stay on the bus whenever everyone decided to go out and party. The only reason I came to the rave today was because Quinn asked me to.
I spotted a little seating section with a few old, beaten-up couches, which no one was using. Everyone was either at the bar or dancing. I sighed and flopped down on the couch and took out my iPod that I've had since I was sixteen. I put in my earbuds and let the music wash over me.
I don't know how long I was blasting my music, when I felt my earbuds being pulled out of my ears. I hated it when people took out my earbuds. They're in my ears for a reason. I looked up at whoever it was. My face immediately softened when I saw Elliot.
"Oh, um, sorry about that. But, why are you sitting over here?" Elliot asked.
"I..uh...I don't really like partying," I responded.
"Come on! You need to let loose!" Elliot said, grabbing my wrist and leading me towards the dancing bodies.
"Elliot, I don't dance," I told him.
"Please, just this once, for me," he begged, giving me puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine, but only this one time."
I danced to the beat of the music, and every once in a while I would feel Elliot dance up against me. It was probably an accident, though.
After a few songs passed, I turned to Elliot and said, "Okay, that's all the dancing I'm doing."
"Do you just want to head back to the bus, then?" he asked.
"Yeah. You can stay here if you want."
"Nah, I'd rather hang with you," he told me.
I blushed a bit. I don't know if I was imagining things, but I think he may have liked me.
We walked out of the rave, seeing Ronnie make out with some skinny, large-breasted, blonde as we exited. As we walked down the deserted street to the bus, Elliot took my hand in his.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked Elliot as we got onto the bus.
"Can we talk?"
"Yeah, what about?" I asked him as we both sat down on the couch.
"I have something I want to tell you...." Elliot said nervously.
"What is it?" I asked, my heart-beat speeding up.
He was quiet for a minute, which I found odd. What could have been so important that he was uncomfortable with telling me?
"I-I...I..."
The next thing I knew, Elliot's lips were on mine. He was kissing me. He was really kissing me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He licked my bottom lip, and I let him dominate my tongue. I must have been dreaming because there was no way in hell he would kiss me.
I slowly pulled away and looked into his forrest green eyes. They were the most hypnotizing eyes I had ever seen.
"So, what were you going to tell me?"
"Do I really need to tell you now?" Elliot asked, amused.
I nodded my head.
"I like you...a lot."
"I like you too."
"Really?"
How could he be at all suprised that I liked him? Every time I looked at him I would blush or stutter out a pathetic sentence.
"Yeah. I liked you the first time I saw you," I blushed and looked down at my lap. God, why did I have to blush at everything?
"Hey," Elliot whispered, lifting my chin up, "don't hide your blush. It's cute."
I blushed ever redder and Elliot chuckled. He leaned in and kissed me again, even more passionately than before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me onto his lap. I felt so small and delicate in his lap. The way he touched me was like I was a precious porceline doll and I liked that feeling. I felt chills as his snake bites would rub against mine. His touch was addictive.
"Do you want to move this to the bunk?" he asked me, breathing heavily.
I nodded my head and he lifted me into his arms and carried me into our bunk. As soon as he set me down on the bed, he crashed his lips onto mine once again.

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