I'm a Loaded Gun
The Final Transmission
Reyas POV
I slowly stir from my sleep, shifting barely to adjust my head in Andy's chest. His arms gently wrap around me again as he pulls me closer into his side. I feel the smile creep into my lips. He is so warm, and his heart slowly beating it like the perfect lullaby I dream to. His chest vibrates slightly as he lets out a tired groan. I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust my eyes in the morning light that's pouring in through the window. I see the clock. 9:46 A.M. I sigh. How is it already Friday? I gentle shake Andy. His eyes open groggily.
"Hmm? What?" he mumbles as he stretches out his arms.
"We gotta get ready. My flight leaves at 12:40 and you have to be back at Johns for more studio work," I say as I untangle myself from the bed sheets. I stand up and walk to the bathroom, flipping on the heater and closing the door. I walk back to Andy's room. He's laying face down in the pillow. He is not a morning person. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean over him and wrap my arms around his shoulders. "Come on Andy. WAKEY WAKEY!" I say as I start shaking the b as I bounce in the mattress. He groans again and turns over, grabbing my in his arms and rolling over, taking me with him. I crack up laughing and he opens his eyes as we lay on our sides facing each other. He reaches out and tucks a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. "I gotta get a shower," I barely whisper. He connects our lips slowly and then releases me. I peck his lips again and crawl over him, returning to the bathroom. I pull off my clothes and assortment of wristbands. I pull my hair out of the messy ponytail and step in the warm water. I sigh as the water spills over my shoulders, warming my body and relaxing my body as it flows over my skin. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as it spills over my face. I scrub my hair and body and rinse off. I turned off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. The door opens. I lightning fast pull the towel over my body.
"Andy, get the fuck out of the- OH SHIT!" Jake says as he slams the door shut. I wrap the towel around myself. Completely. Shit I don't have my clothes in here.
"Haha you opened the door on her? You at least get a good look?" Ashley asks from the hall.
I scrub the towel through my hair, trying to dry it. I brush out my bangs and wrap the towel back around myself. I slowly open the door. All the guys are standing in the doorway of the hall looking at me.
"I bet she's got a smokin bod, I mean look at-" CC realized I'd opened the door and elbowed Ashley in the ribs to shut him up. "Well, Daaauuummmnnn," Ash says as I step out, hair still damp in just a towel.
I roll my eyes and go to Andy's room, closing the door behind me. I go to my bag, grabbing my clothes. I pull on some panties and my bra when the door opens. Ermahgerd do boys not understand privacy?
"What the fuck do you- oh...Andy," I say as I turn to the door.
"Oh, sorry," he says as he closes the door so that's it only cracked.
"It's OK, the worst is covered. Not like you haven't seen me with just a bra and pants before," I say.
Andy opens the door and steps in, closing it behind him. I pull on my ultra ripped and faded blue jeans. Andy tosses me the t shirt that was laying on my bag. I look at it and toss it back. He looks confused.
"If I'm gonna be on a plane I'm gonna dress in layers in case I get hot or something." I dig through the bag, finding a black tank top with the BVB logo with wings off the side. I also pull out my grey hoodie with neon paint lines all over it in stripes. I pull it over my shoulders and zip it up halfway. I push the sleeves to my elbows and pull on all my band wristbands again. I slide my lucky guitar pick necklace over my head and adjust it so that it's a choker. Andy sits on the bed and watches me get ready and put on my makeup in the mirror he had in his room. As I apply the last bit of my makeup, mascara, he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me. His 6'3" frame towers over me at 5'7". I smile as I put the mascara down.
Andy pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures in the mirror of his arms around me, one kissing my cheek, one me kissing his, and a few of us actually kissing. He takes a few close ups and other stuff. "What's with the paparazzi treatment?" I mumble into his lips.
"Memories, for the road," he says back.
I hear his phone hit the floor as he wraps his arms around me, our lips more forceful against each other. I wrap my around around his neck and his hands trail down my spine to the small of my back and continue down. I jump up, lips still together and he grabs my thighs as I wrap my legs around him. One hand pushes my back in and I arch myself into his body as he slides his tongue over my bottom lip.
"STOP FUCKING," CC yells from the door.
"OOO AHHH ANDY ANDY ANDY AHHH," Jake mimicks fom the hall.
"HARDER HARDER BIERSACK," Ashley whines.
"I have no involvement with this," Jinxx says quietly under all the whooping and hollering.
I pull back from Andy and stare into his eyes as we start laughing. "Let's really give them something to talk about," I say devilishly. Andy raises his eyebrows and I lean into his neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the smooth skin. I can feel Andy's muscles in his neck tighten as he tries to hold himself together. I continue down his neck and take a careful moment locking my lips on the crook of his neck. He lets out a quiet moan. The guys heard it and all start moaning in the hall. I start giggling, but Andy takes my distracted moment to put his lips on my neck. Oh god. I can't do that. I'm not gonna be able to keep this in. I could feel the strain on my skin as he gently pulled at it with his lips or the careful scrape of his teeth against my skin. My whole body was rigid as I tried to keep it in. I'm weak, a moan escaped my lips. I'll never hear the end of this from the guys.
"AHHH OHHHH," I hear all the guys from the hall. Fuck.
"You're not gonna get anything to eat before your flight if you guys stay in there much longer," Jinxx called.
I glanced back down at the clock. Well fuck. It's 11:50A.M. I signed and unwrapped myself from Andy as he gently set me down. We opened the door, oh god they are all right there. We got weird looks and more teasing shit from the rest of the band. "Shut the fuck up," I mumble as Andy and I gather the last of my bags. We all go down to my rental car, which Andy promised to drop back off at the rental place after my flight leaves. After loading my bags, I hug everyone of the guys. I embrace everyone for a long hug, cherishing these final moments with the guys for the next few months. "Good luck with the record guys, and with Warped. From what I've heard of Wretched and Divine, I think it will be your best yet. I love you guys," I said as I pulled them in for a group hug. The four guys all jammed me in the center, squishing me, oh well. They let go, and felt the tear moving down my face. "I'm gonna miss you guys," I choked.
"Well miss you too. I'm losing my screaming buddy," CC whined.
"Hey I scream too," Jake added as he put an arm around CC.
Ther was an awkward silence and we all cracked up.
"We'll see you see you soon, Reya. Take care," Jinxx added.
I got in the car and waved sadly as Andy pulled out of the parking garage. I couldn't help but cry. I'm glad I'm not driving this time. Andy reached over and took my hand in his.
"Hey, it'll be ok. It's not for forever," he said gently. "We will see you whenever I can fly you out to us, or whenever Warped goes through Florida. I promise." he lifted my hand and gently placed his lips on the back of my hand.
The rest of the car ride to the airport continued in silence. I blankly stared out the window as Andy navigated the interstate to the airport. He found a parking spot and carried my bags in for me. I hate airport security. I had three bags and you would think I had just brought in an atomic bomb. They confiscated my body wash since it was liquid and too much weight, my lotion, my hairspray, good lord. It's not like I'm gonna go spray the pilot in the face and distract him to kill us all. I rolled my eyes and picked up my carry along as Andy grabbed the bigger one and my suitcase. We register my luggage and they disappeared into a conveyer belt. Andy bought me lunch at the small cafe in the airport. My flight got delayed twenty minutes so at 12:45 we were finishing our coffees and sandwiches in the waiting area for my terminal. I was getting tired and rested my head in Andy's shoulder. He got uo to toss out our trash when some young girls recognized him. It was three girls, a blonde, two brunettes. They all had on suicide silence, sleeping with Sirens, and blood on the dance floor shirts. Ehh, decent taste in music, despite the BOTDF shirt. Sorry, not a fan. They all fawned over Andy, negating for pictures and autographs. Of course, Andy signed and took pictures. The call came for my flight. I grabbed my bag and Andy turned. He said something and walked away from the girls. They all stood there, obviously unhappy he left them.
"Well, I've gotta go Andy." The tears rolled down my face, he brushed them away. He pulled me into a tight, strong hug. I held onto him tightly, clinging to his body. The second call came. I reached up and gave him one passionate short kiss. "I love you." I stepped back and let go of his hand, walking to the ticket check. She stamped my pass and I walked to the ramp onto the plane. I turned back. Andy was standing, still looking at me. I waved and made a heart with my hands, which he made back. I blew him a kiss and turned. I trudged up the ramp, boarding the plane. I found my seat and out my bag in the overhead storage. I slumped into my seat. At least I was in a window seat. No one showed up for the middle seat, but a young girl, one of who had taken pictures with Andy, was sitting a seat away. Oh fuck, really? The BOTDF one? I sighed and picked my iPod out of my pocket. I plugged in the headphones and hit shuffle. Does life just hate me right now? The Morticians Daughter. I DONT WANT TO CRY ANYMORE. the girl glances over at me.
"Oh my gooood. You listen to BVB? I'm like such a super fan!" she shrieked as she leaned over to see my screen.
"Yeah. They are great," I said back sullenly.
"I saw them at a show last moth in Indianapolis. I drove seven hours to see them, I fucking love them. I've met Andy a few times and I couldn't not fucking believe that he was in the terminal for my flight!!! Did you get to see him?"
"Uh, yeah."
"He's like so gorgeous, those blue eyes, and his tattoos make him soooo sexy. Oh my god and that voice. Who could deny that sexy voice of his. It gives me chills."
"Yeah, Andy's a wonderful singer."
"Do you like Blood on the Dance Floor? I fucking love them! Unforgiven, Sexting, Lick my ice cream, fucking genius! Dahvie is like the sexist thing alive. I think he's like the only person sexier than Andy." she said.
"Passengers, please prepare for take off," the assistant said as the plane began to go down the run way. We were tilted back and then came to flying altitude.
"So what do you think of BOTDF?" she asks.
"Uh-well...sorry, I'm really not a fan of them."
"What? How? They are exactly like BVB."
"Not trying to be rude, but that far from the truth. I don't find Dahvie attractive, and his voice isn't appealing to me either. I like BVB because they have inspiration and power to their lyrics. Even if the message is just go out and have an awesome time. I don't like BOTDF."
"Dahvie is the cutest thing alive. His lyrics are amazing."
"I'm not going to get in this pissing contest with you. I think Black Veil Bries is Bette and more inspirational. I don't find Dahvie attractive. So what, they do similar stage make up, but I prefer BVB style, it's dark and different, BOTDF is more colorful and weird. It's just not what I like. I saw them live one time with a friend and I wasn't impressed." I said.
She frowned and raised her voice. "Black Veil didn't put on even close to the same show as BOTDF. BVB had this fucky sucky opener. Some local shit band called Apparatition Poison."
"PRESCRIPTION POISON. For your information I AM Reya. Leader singer of Prescription Poison. I happened to have been granted the pleasure and honor of playing with them and being with them for almost three months. Andy is a wonderful person and his lyrics are amazing."
"Well fuck you." she mutters as she turns away.
What a little bitch!
"Wait!" she said as she turned back to look at me. "You are that little skank that was making out with Andy all over a twitter and Instragram! Did you fuck the rest of the band while at him?"
"Excuse me? Check yourself sweetheart. Andy happens to be my boyfriend and has been for over two months now. I have the right to kiss him, and so what, it was MY party."
"What a joke."
Can I fucking punch her? Just open the emergency door and shove her stupid ass out?
I put in my earbuds and closed my eyes, trying to get some rest. Ahh Bullet for my Valentine. Great band. Of course, the song Tears don't fall. Thanks iPod for the emotional lift. I pulled out my phone and texted Brandon, telling him were flying over Tennessee and expected to land in Naples, FL in about three hours.
I woke up to the steward telling everyone to prepare to land. I glanced over. The girl was still asleep next to me. I shifted in my seat, realizing something was in my pocket...a sharpie. Heehee. I leaned over to the girls outstretched arm and drew the BVB logo on her arm with the pill capsule for the Prescription Poison logo. I out it away and bucked in they seatbelt just as the steward woke her. The girl didn't even notice. Haha I'm a devil.
We landed and I got out of the plane, walking the luggage pick up. I found my two bags and went to the lobby. I found a seat and watched around for Brandon. There he is! I pick out my brother 6'2", with brown hair, his hair is long for most guys, short on the sides but he has side swept bangs. W are both practically twigs, sharing our dads high metabolism. I jumped up and ran to Brandon. I hadn't seen him in almost three years when he left to work here. He embraced me in a hug.
"Fuck, here did my little sis go?" he smiled as he set me down. "God, you've grown up so much, I like the red in your hair and the piercings. Looks very cool. I'm gonna have problems keeping my guy friends off of you!"
"Haha, I've missed you so much. Im so tired now."
"Jet lag? Well good news is all your stuff arrived right before I left so we can go get you settled." Brandin picked up all of my bags and carried them out to his car.
"I didn't even know you still had Amelia!" Amelia is a red Porsche 944 he bought at 21. She was a nice low model car and my brother loved his stick shift cars too. He tossed my bags in and we pulled out of the airport.
"It's about three hours drive to my place. I got a new place a few months back outside of Sarasota in a two bedroom house. It's only a quarter mile from the beach. We can paint your room if you want. The walls are all white in the spare room. We have a bed in there and a dresser and tv and stuff, but no sheets or paint on the walls. You are free to do whatever you want to it. We can get paint at the shop down the road and if you want paint saturday."
"Sounds awesome!"
We drove through the swamp, farther south. We passed the swamp webs and hit a bit of rain. Finally around 8 we pulled into Sarasota limits. It was already getting dark. This was my new life, my new start. Nothing and no one could stand in my way anymore.
I slowly stir from my sleep, shifting barely to adjust my head in Andy's chest. His arms gently wrap around me again as he pulls me closer into his side. I feel the smile creep into my lips. He is so warm, and his heart slowly beating it like the perfect lullaby I dream to. His chest vibrates slightly as he lets out a tired groan. I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust my eyes in the morning light that's pouring in through the window. I see the clock. 9:46 A.M. I sigh. How is it already Friday? I gentle shake Andy. His eyes open groggily.
"Hmm? What?" he mumbles as he stretches out his arms.
"We gotta get ready. My flight leaves at 12:40 and you have to be back at Johns for more studio work," I say as I untangle myself from the bed sheets. I stand up and walk to the bathroom, flipping on the heater and closing the door. I walk back to Andy's room. He's laying face down in the pillow. He is not a morning person. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean over him and wrap my arms around his shoulders. "Come on Andy. WAKEY WAKEY!" I say as I start shaking the b as I bounce in the mattress. He groans again and turns over, grabbing my in his arms and rolling over, taking me with him. I crack up laughing and he opens his eyes as we lay on our sides facing each other. He reaches out and tucks a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. "I gotta get a shower," I barely whisper. He connects our lips slowly and then releases me. I peck his lips again and crawl over him, returning to the bathroom. I pull off my clothes and assortment of wristbands. I pull my hair out of the messy ponytail and step in the warm water. I sigh as the water spills over my shoulders, warming my body and relaxing my body as it flows over my skin. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as it spills over my face. I scrub my hair and body and rinse off. I turned off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. The door opens. I lightning fast pull the towel over my body.
"Andy, get the fuck out of the- OH SHIT!" Jake says as he slams the door shut. I wrap the towel around myself. Completely. Shit I don't have my clothes in here.
"Haha you opened the door on her? You at least get a good look?" Ashley asks from the hall.
I scrub the towel through my hair, trying to dry it. I brush out my bangs and wrap the towel back around myself. I slowly open the door. All the guys are standing in the doorway of the hall looking at me.
"I bet she's got a smokin bod, I mean look at-" CC realized I'd opened the door and elbowed Ashley in the ribs to shut him up. "Well, Daaauuummmnnn," Ash says as I step out, hair still damp in just a towel.
I roll my eyes and go to Andy's room, closing the door behind me. I go to my bag, grabbing my clothes. I pull on some panties and my bra when the door opens. Ermahgerd do boys not understand privacy?
"What the fuck do you- oh...Andy," I say as I turn to the door.
"Oh, sorry," he says as he closes the door so that's it only cracked.
"It's OK, the worst is covered. Not like you haven't seen me with just a bra and pants before," I say.
Andy opens the door and steps in, closing it behind him. I pull on my ultra ripped and faded blue jeans. Andy tosses me the t shirt that was laying on my bag. I look at it and toss it back. He looks confused.
"If I'm gonna be on a plane I'm gonna dress in layers in case I get hot or something." I dig through the bag, finding a black tank top with the BVB logo with wings off the side. I also pull out my grey hoodie with neon paint lines all over it in stripes. I pull it over my shoulders and zip it up halfway. I push the sleeves to my elbows and pull on all my band wristbands again. I slide my lucky guitar pick necklace over my head and adjust it so that it's a choker. Andy sits on the bed and watches me get ready and put on my makeup in the mirror he had in his room. As I apply the last bit of my makeup, mascara, he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me. His 6'3" frame towers over me at 5'7". I smile as I put the mascara down.
Andy pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures in the mirror of his arms around me, one kissing my cheek, one me kissing his, and a few of us actually kissing. He takes a few close ups and other stuff. "What's with the paparazzi treatment?" I mumble into his lips.
"Memories, for the road," he says back.
I hear his phone hit the floor as he wraps his arms around me, our lips more forceful against each other. I wrap my around around his neck and his hands trail down my spine to the small of my back and continue down. I jump up, lips still together and he grabs my thighs as I wrap my legs around him. One hand pushes my back in and I arch myself into his body as he slides his tongue over my bottom lip.
"STOP FUCKING," CC yells from the door.
"OOO AHHH ANDY ANDY ANDY AHHH," Jake mimicks fom the hall.
"HARDER HARDER BIERSACK," Ashley whines.
"I have no involvement with this," Jinxx says quietly under all the whooping and hollering.
I pull back from Andy and stare into his eyes as we start laughing. "Let's really give them something to talk about," I say devilishly. Andy raises his eyebrows and I lean into his neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the smooth skin. I can feel Andy's muscles in his neck tighten as he tries to hold himself together. I continue down his neck and take a careful moment locking my lips on the crook of his neck. He lets out a quiet moan. The guys heard it and all start moaning in the hall. I start giggling, but Andy takes my distracted moment to put his lips on my neck. Oh god. I can't do that. I'm not gonna be able to keep this in. I could feel the strain on my skin as he gently pulled at it with his lips or the careful scrape of his teeth against my skin. My whole body was rigid as I tried to keep it in. I'm weak, a moan escaped my lips. I'll never hear the end of this from the guys.
"AHHH OHHHH," I hear all the guys from the hall. Fuck.
"You're not gonna get anything to eat before your flight if you guys stay in there much longer," Jinxx called.
I glanced back down at the clock. Well fuck. It's 11:50A.M. I signed and unwrapped myself from Andy as he gently set me down. We opened the door, oh god they are all right there. We got weird looks and more teasing shit from the rest of the band. "Shut the fuck up," I mumble as Andy and I gather the last of my bags. We all go down to my rental car, which Andy promised to drop back off at the rental place after my flight leaves. After loading my bags, I hug everyone of the guys. I embrace everyone for a long hug, cherishing these final moments with the guys for the next few months. "Good luck with the record guys, and with Warped. From what I've heard of Wretched and Divine, I think it will be your best yet. I love you guys," I said as I pulled them in for a group hug. The four guys all jammed me in the center, squishing me, oh well. They let go, and felt the tear moving down my face. "I'm gonna miss you guys," I choked.
"Well miss you too. I'm losing my screaming buddy," CC whined.
"Hey I scream too," Jake added as he put an arm around CC.
Ther was an awkward silence and we all cracked up.
"We'll see you see you soon, Reya. Take care," Jinxx added.
I got in the car and waved sadly as Andy pulled out of the parking garage. I couldn't help but cry. I'm glad I'm not driving this time. Andy reached over and took my hand in his.
"Hey, it'll be ok. It's not for forever," he said gently. "We will see you whenever I can fly you out to us, or whenever Warped goes through Florida. I promise." he lifted my hand and gently placed his lips on the back of my hand.
The rest of the car ride to the airport continued in silence. I blankly stared out the window as Andy navigated the interstate to the airport. He found a parking spot and carried my bags in for me. I hate airport security. I had three bags and you would think I had just brought in an atomic bomb. They confiscated my body wash since it was liquid and too much weight, my lotion, my hairspray, good lord. It's not like I'm gonna go spray the pilot in the face and distract him to kill us all. I rolled my eyes and picked up my carry along as Andy grabbed the bigger one and my suitcase. We register my luggage and they disappeared into a conveyer belt. Andy bought me lunch at the small cafe in the airport. My flight got delayed twenty minutes so at 12:45 we were finishing our coffees and sandwiches in the waiting area for my terminal. I was getting tired and rested my head in Andy's shoulder. He got uo to toss out our trash when some young girls recognized him. It was three girls, a blonde, two brunettes. They all had on suicide silence, sleeping with Sirens, and blood on the dance floor shirts. Ehh, decent taste in music, despite the BOTDF shirt. Sorry, not a fan. They all fawned over Andy, negating for pictures and autographs. Of course, Andy signed and took pictures. The call came for my flight. I grabbed my bag and Andy turned. He said something and walked away from the girls. They all stood there, obviously unhappy he left them.
"Well, I've gotta go Andy." The tears rolled down my face, he brushed them away. He pulled me into a tight, strong hug. I held onto him tightly, clinging to his body. The second call came. I reached up and gave him one passionate short kiss. "I love you." I stepped back and let go of his hand, walking to the ticket check. She stamped my pass and I walked to the ramp onto the plane. I turned back. Andy was standing, still looking at me. I waved and made a heart with my hands, which he made back. I blew him a kiss and turned. I trudged up the ramp, boarding the plane. I found my seat and out my bag in the overhead storage. I slumped into my seat. At least I was in a window seat. No one showed up for the middle seat, but a young girl, one of who had taken pictures with Andy, was sitting a seat away. Oh fuck, really? The BOTDF one? I sighed and picked my iPod out of my pocket. I plugged in the headphones and hit shuffle. Does life just hate me right now? The Morticians Daughter. I DONT WANT TO CRY ANYMORE. the girl glances over at me.
"Oh my gooood. You listen to BVB? I'm like such a super fan!" she shrieked as she leaned over to see my screen.
"Yeah. They are great," I said back sullenly.
"I saw them at a show last moth in Indianapolis. I drove seven hours to see them, I fucking love them. I've met Andy a few times and I couldn't not fucking believe that he was in the terminal for my flight!!! Did you get to see him?"
"Uh, yeah."
"He's like so gorgeous, those blue eyes, and his tattoos make him soooo sexy. Oh my god and that voice. Who could deny that sexy voice of his. It gives me chills."
"Yeah, Andy's a wonderful singer."
"Do you like Blood on the Dance Floor? I fucking love them! Unforgiven, Sexting, Lick my ice cream, fucking genius! Dahvie is like the sexist thing alive. I think he's like the only person sexier than Andy." she said.
"Passengers, please prepare for take off," the assistant said as the plane began to go down the run way. We were tilted back and then came to flying altitude.
"So what do you think of BOTDF?" she asks.
"Uh-well...sorry, I'm really not a fan of them."
"What? How? They are exactly like BVB."
"Not trying to be rude, but that far from the truth. I don't find Dahvie attractive, and his voice isn't appealing to me either. I like BVB because they have inspiration and power to their lyrics. Even if the message is just go out and have an awesome time. I don't like BOTDF."
"Dahvie is the cutest thing alive. His lyrics are amazing."
"I'm not going to get in this pissing contest with you. I think Black Veil Bries is Bette and more inspirational. I don't find Dahvie attractive. So what, they do similar stage make up, but I prefer BVB style, it's dark and different, BOTDF is more colorful and weird. It's just not what I like. I saw them live one time with a friend and I wasn't impressed." I said.
She frowned and raised her voice. "Black Veil didn't put on even close to the same show as BOTDF. BVB had this fucky sucky opener. Some local shit band called Apparatition Poison."
"PRESCRIPTION POISON. For your information I AM Reya. Leader singer of Prescription Poison. I happened to have been granted the pleasure and honor of playing with them and being with them for almost three months. Andy is a wonderful person and his lyrics are amazing."
"Well fuck you." she mutters as she turns away.
What a little bitch!
"Wait!" she said as she turned back to look at me. "You are that little skank that was making out with Andy all over a twitter and Instragram! Did you fuck the rest of the band while at him?"
"Excuse me? Check yourself sweetheart. Andy happens to be my boyfriend and has been for over two months now. I have the right to kiss him, and so what, it was MY party."
"What a joke."
Can I fucking punch her? Just open the emergency door and shove her stupid ass out?
I put in my earbuds and closed my eyes, trying to get some rest. Ahh Bullet for my Valentine. Great band. Of course, the song Tears don't fall. Thanks iPod for the emotional lift. I pulled out my phone and texted Brandon, telling him were flying over Tennessee and expected to land in Naples, FL in about three hours.
I woke up to the steward telling everyone to prepare to land. I glanced over. The girl was still asleep next to me. I shifted in my seat, realizing something was in my pocket...a sharpie. Heehee. I leaned over to the girls outstretched arm and drew the BVB logo on her arm with the pill capsule for the Prescription Poison logo. I out it away and bucked in they seatbelt just as the steward woke her. The girl didn't even notice. Haha I'm a devil.
We landed and I got out of the plane, walking the luggage pick up. I found my two bags and went to the lobby. I found a seat and watched around for Brandon. There he is! I pick out my brother 6'2", with brown hair, his hair is long for most guys, short on the sides but he has side swept bangs. W are both practically twigs, sharing our dads high metabolism. I jumped up and ran to Brandon. I hadn't seen him in almost three years when he left to work here. He embraced me in a hug.
"Fuck, here did my little sis go?" he smiled as he set me down. "God, you've grown up so much, I like the red in your hair and the piercings. Looks very cool. I'm gonna have problems keeping my guy friends off of you!"
"Haha, I've missed you so much. Im so tired now."
"Jet lag? Well good news is all your stuff arrived right before I left so we can go get you settled." Brandin picked up all of my bags and carried them out to his car.
"I didn't even know you still had Amelia!" Amelia is a red Porsche 944 he bought at 21. She was a nice low model car and my brother loved his stick shift cars too. He tossed my bags in and we pulled out of the airport.
"It's about three hours drive to my place. I got a new place a few months back outside of Sarasota in a two bedroom house. It's only a quarter mile from the beach. We can paint your room if you want. The walls are all white in the spare room. We have a bed in there and a dresser and tv and stuff, but no sheets or paint on the walls. You are free to do whatever you want to it. We can get paint at the shop down the road and if you want paint saturday."
"Sounds awesome!"
We drove through the swamp, farther south. We passed the swamp webs and hit a bit of rain. Finally around 8 we pulled into Sarasota limits. It was already getting dark. This was my new life, my new start. Nothing and no one could stand in my way anymore.
Go till you have no more and then make that the end please dont make a sequel
8/27/15