Keep It Secret

"Ari, could you get CC's drumsticks?" Jinxx was one needy mofo today.
"Why can't he get them himself?"
"Reasons."
"Yeah, fine, whatever." I hopped down the steps and jogged to the tour bus. "Hey! Hot stuff!" Catcallers. I thought. Great. I turned to face them. "What do you want, douche bags?" That seemed a stupid question—I knew exactly what they wanted. I wasn't going to give it to them, though. Quickly, I opened the bus door, went inside, and shut it. Fuck, I thought. Where the hell would he put his drumsticks? It's a bus, they can't be that hard to find! After a few minutes of rustling through bags and clearing tables, I finally found them. I checked my phone for the time. 3:54. I bolted out the bus door to the stage...only to be stopped by the fucking cat callers. One grabbed my forearm. "Where do you think you're goin', sweetheart?" he asked. I responded: "Fuck off," and tried to pull away. His grip tightened. He pulled my arm toward him. Hell, I thought. What do I do? I growled. Curling my other hand into a fist, I punched him in the nose. The hand that was holding my arm shot up to his face, meaning I could run to the stage, safe, and give CC his drumsticks. My temples were pounding from the sprint. I looked at the growing line of people with pre-show autograph passes. The band walked to the table and started signing away. Slowly and nonchalantly, I made my way over to Andy's side of the table and leaned against the wall. "Do it, Sarah!" I heard a gaggle of girls whisper. "Yeah, just do it!" Said another. "Okay, fine, fine!" Said the one that was supposedly Sarah. "I'll do it!" She stepped in line.10 or 15 minutes passed before it was her turn. "Sarah" handed Andy a BVB tank top. When he looked up to ask her name, she kissed him. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a "proper" kiss on the mouth. My chest tightened. Sarah screamed, grabbed her signed shirt, and ran out the door with her friends. I bit my trembling lower lip. Jinxx, who saw what happened, just chuckled. I could feel anger rising to my chest as I stormed away to the other side of the stage. Andy came after me. "Ari," he said, stepping in front of me so I bumped into him. "What's wrong?" My eyes widened. "What's wrong? Are you serious?" I asked, my voice going up an octave. "I think you know exactly what's wrong."
"Ari, that was a fangirl!"
"You seemed to enjoy it!"
"I was just surprised, that's all!"
"If surprised is—" He cut me off by pulling my waist to his and kissing me. "Yo! Andy! On in five!" Ashley yelled from the autograph area. Andy kissed my cheek and walked off. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I thought.
The concert went great, as usual. Well, mostly. At one point, I caught the guys who took an interest in me earlier in the back of the crowd, looking at me. Shit. "How many of you little motherfuckers are coming to the signing tonight?" Andy's voice startled me out of my thoughts. The crowd's scream was almost as loud as when Andy kissed me. "Alright! 2 hours, bitches!" Ash yelled. They all jogged off stage past me. I stopped Andy as he came by. "I'm gonna go to the bus," I said, kissing his cheek. "You know how antisocial and introverted I am, so don't even ask."
"Okay," he replied, surprised. "We'll be out in a few." I smiled and hopped down the steps. Shit, I thought. It's dark. I used my phone flashlight to navigate my way to the bus. Just as I was about to open the door, I was slammed against the side of the bus, the back of my head banging against it. "Well, well, well!" It was those douchebags. "What do we have here?"
"I think you know exactly who." I responded, looking up at them.
"Well, I don't know your name."
"You don't need to." He squatted so close I could smell his alcohol-tainted breath. He leaned in. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. He grabbed my hair and yanked up, pulling me to a standing position. I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain. "Does that not hurt enough for you, little girl?" I didn't respond. I did respond, however, to a punch to my cheekbone with a shriek between gritted teeth. They punched me again and again until the venue doors opened and the band walked out. The cat callers dragged me to the other side of the bus and ran off. A few minutes passed by before I could hear the band looking for me—calling my name. All I could do was groan and shift slightly. Their voices became clearer as they stepped outside. Finally, it was Ashley who found me. "Guys! I found her!" He scooped me up and carried me inside. Andy's worried face behind me was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

Notes

Ah…you guys are gonna hate me for this. Don't worry!
Oh god. I'm gonna die, aren't I? Hey, it was a good life xD.

Stay fangirly, my Killjoy Kittens!

XOXO

~Please_Kill_Me