Twisted
Situations
Bright beams of sunlight, or as I like to call them Hell Beams, landed on my face and turned the vision behind my eyelids a shade of orange. I groaned as I buried my head into the pillow, pulling the blanket up over myself.
I drifted in and out of my slumber until I felt the bed shape to another figure. The blanket I had previously covered my face with was peeled away from my features. The sun nipped at my skin, warming my face instantly. A hand started to gently caress my cheek as it pushed the hair away from my eyes. I sighed softly and turned my head away from the pillow to look into the eyes of my savior.
"Good morning, beautiful." His velvet tone still had a touch of drowsiness in it, making it seductively deep. I bit my bottom lip as he laid down next to my body, and wrapped his arms around my torso. He pulled me to him, tangling his legs in mine. A small kiss landed on my temple as he stroked my hair softly.
"Mmm... Mornin'." I replied, leaning into his chest. "Why're you dressed?" I looked up into his eyes, placing a hand on his Metallica shirt.
"I've got rehearsal today, 2-7 for Warped. We pack and go on tour in a month, but we still have to plan out all the dates and props and lighting and all of that stuff." I sat up, nodding. "You can come with if you want, I know the guys will be thrilled to have you around. Especially Jinxx, man he loves you; thinks you're totally awesome." A smile lit his face as he sat up next to me, pulling a strand of hair behind his ear.
"Really?" Excitement was clearly written over my face, "Yeah! That would be rad!" I practically yelled, all drowsiness leaving my voice.
"Great! Well, we have to leave in 20 minutes, so go get ready!" CC yelled back at me, pushing me off the bed. I laughed as I gathered my clothes from my room and ran to the bathroom. I heard a groan through the door, "Really, babe? You have to take the only bathroom upstairs?" A giggle burst through my lips as I took off my shirt and pants that I wore that night, and slipped on a bra and sweat pants.
CC pounded on the door, making unnecessary groans. "Can I come in now? I have to get ready too!" I sighed and unlocked the door. I turned back to the counter, reaching under the sink to grab some hydrogen peroxide to clean my cuts with. When I stood up, I met CC's eyes in the mirror, his brow cocked.
"Did you buy this just for me?" He questioned, messing with the material of my bra. It was made entirely out of black lace, except for the electric green hem and outline of it. I rolled my eyes and swatted his hands away. He bit his lip and he brushed away the hair from my neck, gently kissing under my ear. "Green and black are my two favorite colors." He whispered, making goose bumps rise on my skin. He laughed and pulled away, kissing my cheek. He started to brush out his hair, and then proceeded to put on a bandana.
After cleaning the cuts on my arm and legs I put on a Of Mice&Men shirt. I brushed out my hair and put it up into a ponytail, letting my bangs droop down into my eyes. I piled bracelets onto my left arm until you could barely see my cuts.
"Don't forget about this." I felt CC tap on my neck, pain pulsing through my body. I looked at the area he had motioned at and cursed. A huge, purple bruise was plastered the side of my neck. It reached up to my jaw line then started to fade into a yellow until it eventually matched my skin tone.
"You little fucker." I said to him. He pulled his hair away from his neck to reveal his bruise that I had given him last night. His was a blue-ish green and no where near as big as mine. If you were to compare them to horrible things that happened in the world, mine would be the Holocaust and his would be the fucking Persian Gulf War.
"I win." He taunted me as he left the bathroom, pulling his hair back around his shoulder to cover the bruise. I sighed, debating on whether or not to leave my hair up or put it back down. I groaned and took out my make up and put on layers of foundation and concealer.
A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom, giving up in trying to cover up the hickey. I had gotten it to fade slightly, but you could still see a dark shadow looming underneath the make up. "Babe! You ready yet?" CC yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah! Just a sec!" I yelled back. I grabbed my black leather bag that had electric blue tassels hanging off of it and threw it over my shoulder. I ran downstairs, threw on my shoes and went out the door, meeting CC in the car.
"Finally!" He joked. He pecked my lips before starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. We got onto Main Street when he glanced over at my neck and chuckled. "I give one hell of a hickey, huh?" He questioned. I punched his shoulder lightly as we got onto the intersection.
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"Here we are! Studio sweet studio." I rolled my eyes at his attempt to make a 'Home sweet home' phrase. I got out of the car and followed him to the building. We got into the elevator, CC practically jumping with excitement.
"C, calm down. If you make this elevator bounce anymore it's going to break." I said quietly, I had never liked elevators, ever. And with his energy, I was surprised I allowed myself in one with him.
"Sorry, sugar. I'm just really excited, we're supposed to meet with our graphic designer today. Ash is really caught up in his clothing line and recommended him with a lot of enthusiasm. Everyone says that his designs are rad, and way too good for just street art." He said, getting himself even more excited. The door opened and in a swift movement CC grabbed my hand and ran out of the elevator. I somehow ended up on his back, with my legs wrapped around his waist and had our hands intertwined.
He ran down the hall, screaming and shouting random things the way he usually did when he was excited. He barged into a room screaming then left and continued down the hall. We went around a corner, slamming into a glass door. The both of us went to the ground, laughter erupting from our lips.
"That was awesome!" He shouted toward the ceiling, his voice echoing throughout the floor. Laughter traveled through the glass door that CC had just run into. The door was opened as six men poured out into the hall. Five of them were wearing black shirt all with a different band labeled on the front, but one of them was wearing a red Suicide Silence t-shirt that they had cut the sides off of.
"And this maniac here would be CC, our drummer. CC, meet Tucker he's our new graphic designer." I glanced up to see Jinxx introducing the man with the Suicide Silence shirt on to CC. He stood up, a goofy grin on his face as he pulled me up, wrapping an arm around my waist. He outstretched his other hand and shook the mans hand.
"Not exactly my ideal welcoming, but I'm super excited to have you here, we all are." CC gave him a smile and retracted his hand, intertwining it with mine as he pulled my body closer against his.
"Be careful around CC he's the hyper one, and when he gets wasted he's even worse than what he usually is." Andy commented smoothly.
"Am not!" CC retorted.
"You can't argue with video proof, man." Jake said, stepping in as he shook his phone.
"Assholes." CC said lowly, letting out a huff of air.
"Who is this smoking hot young lady?" Tucker asked as his eyes trailed up and down my body. He seemed oblivious to CC's arm around my waist and our body language toward each other.
"This 'smoking hot' lady happens to be my girlfriend." CC scoffed toward him.
"Oh come on, you've got to be kidding me. She is far to hot to be with some bimbo like you." He retorted, it was clear he love to instigate people. I looked up at CC, anger filling his eyes. I put a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down.
"C, ignore him-" I was cut off, being shoved toward Jinxx by the Tucker. Jinxx took my shoulders and steadied me, asking me if I was okay. I nodded as we both turned our attention to CC who was on top of Tucker, holding him by his throat with one hand as the other smashed into his face, causing blood to pour out of his nose.
I drifted in and out of my slumber until I felt the bed shape to another figure. The blanket I had previously covered my face with was peeled away from my features. The sun nipped at my skin, warming my face instantly. A hand started to gently caress my cheek as it pushed the hair away from my eyes. I sighed softly and turned my head away from the pillow to look into the eyes of my savior.
"Good morning, beautiful." His velvet tone still had a touch of drowsiness in it, making it seductively deep. I bit my bottom lip as he laid down next to my body, and wrapped his arms around my torso. He pulled me to him, tangling his legs in mine. A small kiss landed on my temple as he stroked my hair softly.
"Mmm... Mornin'." I replied, leaning into his chest. "Why're you dressed?" I looked up into his eyes, placing a hand on his Metallica shirt.
"I've got rehearsal today, 2-7 for Warped. We pack and go on tour in a month, but we still have to plan out all the dates and props and lighting and all of that stuff." I sat up, nodding. "You can come with if you want, I know the guys will be thrilled to have you around. Especially Jinxx, man he loves you; thinks you're totally awesome." A smile lit his face as he sat up next to me, pulling a strand of hair behind his ear.
"Really?" Excitement was clearly written over my face, "Yeah! That would be rad!" I practically yelled, all drowsiness leaving my voice.
"Great! Well, we have to leave in 20 minutes, so go get ready!" CC yelled back at me, pushing me off the bed. I laughed as I gathered my clothes from my room and ran to the bathroom. I heard a groan through the door, "Really, babe? You have to take the only bathroom upstairs?" A giggle burst through my lips as I took off my shirt and pants that I wore that night, and slipped on a bra and sweat pants.
CC pounded on the door, making unnecessary groans. "Can I come in now? I have to get ready too!" I sighed and unlocked the door. I turned back to the counter, reaching under the sink to grab some hydrogen peroxide to clean my cuts with. When I stood up, I met CC's eyes in the mirror, his brow cocked.
"Did you buy this just for me?" He questioned, messing with the material of my bra. It was made entirely out of black lace, except for the electric green hem and outline of it. I rolled my eyes and swatted his hands away. He bit his lip and he brushed away the hair from my neck, gently kissing under my ear. "Green and black are my two favorite colors." He whispered, making goose bumps rise on my skin. He laughed and pulled away, kissing my cheek. He started to brush out his hair, and then proceeded to put on a bandana.
After cleaning the cuts on my arm and legs I put on a Of Mice&Men shirt. I brushed out my hair and put it up into a ponytail, letting my bangs droop down into my eyes. I piled bracelets onto my left arm until you could barely see my cuts.
"Don't forget about this." I felt CC tap on my neck, pain pulsing through my body. I looked at the area he had motioned at and cursed. A huge, purple bruise was plastered the side of my neck. It reached up to my jaw line then started to fade into a yellow until it eventually matched my skin tone.
"You little fucker." I said to him. He pulled his hair away from his neck to reveal his bruise that I had given him last night. His was a blue-ish green and no where near as big as mine. If you were to compare them to horrible things that happened in the world, mine would be the Holocaust and his would be the fucking Persian Gulf War.
"I win." He taunted me as he left the bathroom, pulling his hair back around his shoulder to cover the bruise. I sighed, debating on whether or not to leave my hair up or put it back down. I groaned and took out my make up and put on layers of foundation and concealer.
A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom, giving up in trying to cover up the hickey. I had gotten it to fade slightly, but you could still see a dark shadow looming underneath the make up. "Babe! You ready yet?" CC yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah! Just a sec!" I yelled back. I grabbed my black leather bag that had electric blue tassels hanging off of it and threw it over my shoulder. I ran downstairs, threw on my shoes and went out the door, meeting CC in the car.
"Finally!" He joked. He pecked my lips before starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. We got onto Main Street when he glanced over at my neck and chuckled. "I give one hell of a hickey, huh?" He questioned. I punched his shoulder lightly as we got onto the intersection.
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"Here we are! Studio sweet studio." I rolled my eyes at his attempt to make a 'Home sweet home' phrase. I got out of the car and followed him to the building. We got into the elevator, CC practically jumping with excitement.
"C, calm down. If you make this elevator bounce anymore it's going to break." I said quietly, I had never liked elevators, ever. And with his energy, I was surprised I allowed myself in one with him.
"Sorry, sugar. I'm just really excited, we're supposed to meet with our graphic designer today. Ash is really caught up in his clothing line and recommended him with a lot of enthusiasm. Everyone says that his designs are rad, and way too good for just street art." He said, getting himself even more excited. The door opened and in a swift movement CC grabbed my hand and ran out of the elevator. I somehow ended up on his back, with my legs wrapped around his waist and had our hands intertwined.
He ran down the hall, screaming and shouting random things the way he usually did when he was excited. He barged into a room screaming then left and continued down the hall. We went around a corner, slamming into a glass door. The both of us went to the ground, laughter erupting from our lips.
"That was awesome!" He shouted toward the ceiling, his voice echoing throughout the floor. Laughter traveled through the glass door that CC had just run into. The door was opened as six men poured out into the hall. Five of them were wearing black shirt all with a different band labeled on the front, but one of them was wearing a red Suicide Silence t-shirt that they had cut the sides off of.
"And this maniac here would be CC, our drummer. CC, meet Tucker he's our new graphic designer." I glanced up to see Jinxx introducing the man with the Suicide Silence shirt on to CC. He stood up, a goofy grin on his face as he pulled me up, wrapping an arm around my waist. He outstretched his other hand and shook the mans hand.
"Not exactly my ideal welcoming, but I'm super excited to have you here, we all are." CC gave him a smile and retracted his hand, intertwining it with mine as he pulled my body closer against his.
"Be careful around CC he's the hyper one, and when he gets wasted he's even worse than what he usually is." Andy commented smoothly.
"Am not!" CC retorted.
"You can't argue with video proof, man." Jake said, stepping in as he shook his phone.
"Assholes." CC said lowly, letting out a huff of air.
"Who is this smoking hot young lady?" Tucker asked as his eyes trailed up and down my body. He seemed oblivious to CC's arm around my waist and our body language toward each other.
"This 'smoking hot' lady happens to be my girlfriend." CC scoffed toward him.
"Oh come on, you've got to be kidding me. She is far to hot to be with some bimbo like you." He retorted, it was clear he love to instigate people. I looked up at CC, anger filling his eyes. I put a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm him down.
"C, ignore him-" I was cut off, being shoved toward Jinxx by the Tucker. Jinxx took my shoulders and steadied me, asking me if I was okay. I nodded as we both turned our attention to CC who was on top of Tucker, holding him by his throat with one hand as the other smashed into his face, causing blood to pour out of his nose.
He Slapped her?!?
5/24/15