For What It's Worth..

My thoughts were in a muddle. I was sitting here in Baby, waiting for the guys to come out and we could get going. But while I was waiting, I thought about the bullshit that went on when I was in Nova Scotia, back home. The stupid argument I had with my mother. Why does she always have to be so complicated. Why was I even still thinking about it, oh wait, I still care for her, even if she can be a gigantic bitch.

But that was like asking ‘why is the mind in itself so complicated?’ you’re never going to get a straight answer, no matter how much you think about it. Because then it would lead to the ultimate question as to why you’re thinking like that.

I tapped my steering wheel, absentmindedly listening to a beat of a song that I had stuck in my head all day now. I let out a frustrated sigh, and shook my head, hoping too clear it. I grabbed my phone and went through some pictures, hoping to make my head feel better. I stopped at one of the guys; when we all first met. It was one of me in the front, and them all crowded around me with grins plastered on our faces, because just before that one of them made a joke and we all laughed so hard that we had permanent smiles on our faces.

I wish I could have remembered what was said, because it must have been pretty funny.

It made me grin, feeling a little giddy that they were my first friends I made in Scranton. It dawned on me, again, that I felt privileged to be close friends with these men; they were there for the people they cared for, which seemed to be the entire world, and it didn’t slow them down. They made music for us, inspired us, and encouraged us.

I flipped through the next few pictures, coming too the newer ones again, and came across one of Ghost and I. It was him kissing my bruised cheek after Chris, Rick, Josh and I got back from NS.

He insisted that he would make it better. I was grinning like a fool because I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I ever heard, and not really realizing that he took our picture; only too laugh harder afterwards when we saw how the picture turned out.

A drawled through a couple more, and saw the one of all of us, including Kylie and Balz’ new girlfriend Jessica all lined up, smiling as always, at the Christmas party we had at Ryan's place. This one was actually taken with a proper camera, but I took it off the memory card and put it on my phone, so I could have it close too me.

I realized I had hundreds more pictures of all of us then I would with my friends back home; with the exception of George and Mia.

I never could say no to a picture, because too me it held a memory, frozen in time, always there for me too look back on it.

I stared at Chris in the picture, his arm was draped around my shoulders, and he was leaning his head down on mine, grinning like the Cheshire cat he is. My heart thudded against my ribs, even his picture stirred a reaction in me. Every day I still thought it was some kind of dream, that we were together. I always thought that someone like him would never want to be with someone like me.

A loser, a waste of space, someone who just screams pathetic. Although I knew I was okay by some standards, but it was the people who I called my family growing up who didn’t care for me because of my mother. Which now that I look back too it, seemed stupid because I was nothing like my mother except for my looks.

I shook my head again. I looked at the watch on my wrist, 5:31PM it read. I narrowed my eyes. Usually I was pretty patient with this stuff, I could sit still for awhile and just let my mind wonder. But I was getting pretty hungry, having not eaten much of anything all day.

Hungry me always seems to equal a slightly more annoyed me. I saw a flash of movement from the corner of my eye, and I snapped my head around thinking it was the guys, but I saw a familiar face staring back at me, although not the one I thought I was going too see. Dani fucking Filth. You gotta be shitting me right now.

He swaggered over and leaned down, resting his arms on the open window of the car. “Why, hello there?” His voice was creepy yet had a certain charm about it that attracts me too his music, as was the same idea with Chris. “Whats a lovely young lady doing here in this.” He gestures too Baby in curiousity. “Ridiculously bulky beast.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly. “I wouldn’t insult her if I where you. She’s scarily intimidating when you’re alone at night.”

His red contacts flashed his amusement, and his brow raised. “My apologies, Miss?” He asked my name.

“Virginia.”

“Ah, that’s a beautiful name.” He smiled. “For a beautiful young woman.” Flirtatious? Or just extremely honest? Or maybe, being an ass? I couldn’t decide on what. But I was still slightly annoyed he called Baby a beast. I mean she was, but she wasn't in a bad way.

Then it hit me, I remember Chris telling me awhile ago that Dani Filth was going to be singing with them in their last Puppets song. Can’t believe that slipped my mind.

“You wouldn’t happen too have seen the guys from Motionless In White, have you? I’ve been waiting here for a good half hour for them.”

“Oh?” His smile was creepy to. It’s a good thing I liked that kind of creepy otherwise I would be running for the hills right now.

“Yeah, they told me to be here around five, and well that time has gone and went out the fucking window.” I chuckled.

“I could go get them for you?” He asked.

I stared at him in surprise. “Would you?” I asked, in an obvious fake tone of surprise. He nodded, still smiling. He pushed himself of the car and walked back inside.

It was not even five minutes later, everyone was walking outside with Dani in tow. Well shit, at least he got them out. I raised my brow at Chris as he opened the passenger door beside me.

“Did you have a good day?” I asked lightly, slipping in a slight playful yet annoyed tone. He smiled a brilliant smile that made my insides clench in pleasure.

“It was good, better now that I’m here with you.” He knew I was a little annoyed, so he sucked up a little. I couldn't help the twitching smile that made its way on my face. “I missed you to.” I giggled slightly. I heard the back doors open and the guys piled in. “What about you, fuckers. Did you have a good afternoon.”

Ghost jumped up and wrapped his arms around my neck. “Yesss.” he drawled. He gave me a light squeeze. His usual way of greeting me was with hugs, not that I was one too protest; it was nice too feel comfortable enough to get hugs from them.

I heard agreements from everyone else. “Alrighty then. Time for food, because I’m fucking hungry.” I started up the car, Dani snuck his head in Chris’ window and I jumped. “Stop doing that.” I scowled.

He had the nerve to laugh. “I’ll see you guys later, and it was very nice too meet you Jenny.” His red eyes gleamed.

“Same.” I gave a small smile. “Do you have a ride?” Chris asked him. “Yeah, I’m gonna call a cab to the airport.” Chris turned his head toward me, and I nodded, giving him unspoken permission.

“We could drive you. If you don’t mind being cramped up front with us.” I noticed Ghost was resting his head on my shoulder staring at the situation at hand. “You comfortable, asshat?”

“Yes, I am twitface.”

“I’m offended.”

“Oooh, I’m scared.” He snickered.

“So you should be.” I joked, flicking the top of his head. He laughed, moving too sit in his seat as Chris moved over beside me, Dani sliding in beside him with his backpack set on his lap.

“Okay.” I breathed out. “Food first, then airport, then home? Is there anymore delays I should know about.” Not waiting for an answer, I put my hand on the shifter and listened as it growled into gear. Pushing the gas, everyone flew back into their seats as I rushed out into traffic again, for the second time today, easily and fluidly handling baby as she wanted to tackle the road.

I cackled at the startled gasps from around me, and the sweet dark laughter from Chris, him being one of the ones used too this. This was way too much fun.




Give or take an hour later, I found myself surrounded by the men in black aka, Motionless In White plus one Dani Filth in the corner of a restaurant that specialized in wings. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We had already dug in, but the amount and speed that the guys were eating the wings was a little intimidating. I was on my fifth honey garlic wing while they were; maybe on their fifteenth? And I was the hungry one.

As I watched Chris and Josh scarf down their sixteenth wing, I let my mind go blank, letting the sounds around me become much louder than normal.

I chewed on my wing absentmindedly, listening to a conversation I could hear somewhere behind me. There were three of them. Their conversation mostly circulated around that ‘group of people wearing all black’. Which could only mean they were talking about us.

Then I heard one of them say it was Motionless In White, and my interest peaked a little.

“Yes, I’m positive that’s them!” I heard a female voice exclaim.

“You’re kidding, then that tall one must be Chris!” the other squealed. I flinched ever so slightly.

“Then that one across from him is Ricky!” They continued too name of each of the band members with equal excitement. I couldn’t help but relate to their excitement on some level, and I felt myself smile just a tad.

“But who's the girl beside Chris?” I heard one of them ask.

“I don’t know, maybe a friend?”

“Why don’t you go see?”

“No way! That would be extremely embarrassing.”

“Wait, here it is.” I heard the furious tapping of fingers too a touch screen, it making little popping noises as she typed. My eyebrows furrowed together. Here we go.

“Huh, that’s Chris’ new girlfriend.” They were trying to whisper now. To bad I could still hear them. One of my favorite things to do was listen when people tried to be quiet. Because sure they were quiet, but when you listen more than speak about ninety nine percent of the time, you’re hearing becomes exceptionally better.

“She’s not what I expected.” I heard one of them mutter.

My leg was twitching too that beat I was holding onto from earlier in the car, but it got worse since I was becoming self conscious. What was the song? My mind tried to pull me in a different direction, away from the conversation of the three woman somewhere behind me. Trying to spare me some pain, no doubt.

I felt like some kind of martyr, when my attention went back to the conversation. Clearly I had missed a piece because they were arguing in low whispers.

“Well, who are you too judge who Chris loves?” I heard one whisper angrily.

“I’m just saying that she doesn’t look like his type.” I heard another try to defend herself.

“And what exactly is his type?” The first one scoffed.

That seemed to catch the girl of guard, because she stuttered her next sentence. “W-well I-i.-” She stammered, probably trying too think of a reasonable excuse.

“She’s saying that why would he go for someone so ordinary.” The third one piped up finally, breaking her little silence.

Ouch, ordinary. I’m so wounded. Sarcasm echoed in my head.

“Anyway, that's not what's important. Did you guys hear what happened to her, apparently she messed with the wrong people when she went back home a couple months and got beat up for it.”
If I was a cat, my hackles would be raising and my claws would be unsheathed. I felt my gaze harden as I listened, my palms turned too fists under my chin. I closed my left hand over my right to try and calm myself.

It was nothing, just stupid rumours. I guess it was better than the original story.

The second girl whispered. “No way.”

She continued. “Does she think she’s some kind of badass.” She scoffed.

The first girl spoke up, the one who defended me. “We don’t know the circumstances, for all we know they could have pushed first.”

“Hah,” the third seemed disbelieving. “I heard she let the people beat up her four year sister. Just stood there and watched.”

I knew who they were talking about, and rage boiled in my stomach. How fucking dare they bring my niece into it. I wasn’t sure who I was angry at. I noticed it got deadly silent at my table. I raised my fists too my forehead, ducking my head down ever so slightly so I was resting my head on my closed hands, trying to calm myself from the hate that was threatening to escape.

“Jen.” I heard Ghost whisper, like he was trying to bring me back from an edge I was going to fall off of. I realized I must have been glaring at him, since he was across from me. I felt a pang of guilt go through my chest. He didn’t need that kind of anger directed at him.

“Sorry.” I ground out. It sounded like sandpaper over a chalkboard. Raspy and quiet but still managed to grate my ears.

I felt Chris’ hand on my back, and he started swirling random designs on my back too try and calm me down. I felt my shoulders relax some, and he pulled me too his side.

I blew out a silent breath, and I felt a rumble in Chris’ chest. He had a calming nature about him that I just couldn’t resist.

Ricky was glaring past my shoulder. “I don’t see why you don’t set them straight.” He asked me.

I let out frustrated groan, “I would love nothing more. But that wouldn’t help anything, would it. If anything it would just start more bullshit, and really if they’re going to lower themselves to believe something like that right away, then it’s not worth it.”

“Something about smalls minds, huh?” Dani seemed too try and clarify.

I felt Chris’ lips in my hair, kissing the top of my head. “Is it possible for me too love you anymore than I already do?” He whispered so low that only I could hear him. I moved slightly looking up at him, his arm keeping me secure too his side.

My gaze softened when I stared into those caramel colored eyes. The love and admiration held in them made my face heat up. I quickly ducked my gaze, and I heard him chuckle softly. I heard Ricky laugh, and I was about to glare at him for laughing at me, but he was still staring behind me.

“You should see their faces right now, as soon as Chris put his arm around you, the girl with the orange-ish hair has this scowl on her face.”

I felt Chris shift his head, looking behind him; I heard him chuckle again. I dared a peak at this supposed angry girl. Her eyes widened when I looked at her.

Ricky was right about one thing, she was pissed. I turned back and tried to hold back my laughter. “Probably a good thing we didn’t kiss.”

I pretended to grimace. “If looks could kill.” Earning a laugh from everyone around me.

I was in the midst of laughing myself, when Chris caught my chin and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. A muffled yelp tried to pass through my lips, my heart felt like it was going to explode from the sudden impact. When he pulled away, he was smirking, his eyes held amusement.

“How do they look now, Ricky?” He asked, still gazing at me. My face flushed a million different shades of red.

Ricky snorted, then nearly doubled over in his chair. I dared another glance behind me, my long hair covering most of my face; thankfully. Because I think that girl was going to break the glass she was holding with the intense grip she had on it, and the death glare didn’t help any either.

I smiled, just enough to feel like I won that round.


~


“Well, thank you for the ride.” Dani was hanging his upper body in through my window, saying his goodbyes.

“No problem.” Chris pounded fists with him, an obvious sign that they became close over these past few weeks, working on Puppets 3.

Me? I was paying attention too a sporty familiar looking Nissan that was following us since we got to the airport. They didn’t leave the car, and I couldn’t tell who was in it because the windows were tinted.

“It was nice meeting you, Virginia.” I turned my attention away from my rear view mirror, at the sound of my name being said.

“Nice too meet you too, Dan.” I raised my eyebrows in a challenge, to distract me again. He raised his hands up, laughing. “Like I said earlier Chris. You are one lucky man.” He said it lowly, but I still heard it and my face felt like it was on fire.

He waved one last time, and went into the airport to catch his flight.

I started the car again, and it rumbled to life. I heard a similar sound behind me, from the Nissan, except there was more of a whine coming from it, and I knew it was an import from Japan from that sound alone. And it sparked an old memory. One I was very displeased to have enter my mind.

“What’s up, you seem distracted?” Chris touched my hand, and I hummed in response. I nodded towards the side mirror of the car on his side. He looked at me strangely but complied and looked, I saw his shoulders tense slightly, and he looked back at me with questions swimming in his eyes.

“I’m not quite sure if it’s who I think it is. But it looks an awful lot like Dylans Nissan,the one he wanted back when we were together.” I saw Chris’ dark honey colored eyes hardened at the sound of Dylans name.

“Do you think it’s him?” Ricky asked from behind us. “I’m not sure, but he was following us once we got into the airport. The only reason I think that is, that when we got lost for a few minutes there, they kept a close eye on us, they always stayed two cars back, and no one left the car yet, and no one has entered the car either.” I stared at my rearview mirror. “Only one way to find out if it is him.” I grinned evilly, my smile raising too the sides of my face, and for a brief thought, this must be what its like to use the ‘Cheshire grin’ Chris always uses.

I grabbed the stick shift and pressed my foot down on the clutch, quickly and easily switching gears. “Hang on.” The words were barely out of my mouth before we were roaring out of the main drive of the airport.

“Shit!” I heard multiple curses in the back, as I took a sharp turn to the exit. Hearing a bunch of car horns at me, as I cut in front of people, racing down the highway leading back to the heart of Scranton. I dared a look at the rear view mirror, and the Nissan was trying to catch up behind me.

“Huh, would you look at that?” I saw Ricky and Ghost turn in their seats too look out the back window. Ricky turned too look of too the side. He pointed over to an old dirt road that opened up to a dirt clearing at the end that was coming up. “Turn in there.” I quickly turned the wheel and sped down the road, dust clouding up behind me as the tires hit the gravel.

I dared a glance over at Chris, and almost immediately regretted it. His usual relaxed posture was that of a pissed of wolf, his whole upper body was tensed up under his Misfits t shirt. Golden eyes sharp with anger and hips lips where curling into a snarl. It reminded me of the time I asked him about the Puppets series, and while he tried to tell me about that woman, his eyes held an edge that I couldn't easily forget, and the time when he punched that drunk at his birthday party. I swallowed thickly.

It made my heart flutter that he was willing to go to such lengths for me, but I didn’t want him to do something stupid.

This time that anger was directed at Dylan. And I pray too fucking whoever, that I’m quick enough to get out the car before he does something he regrets. I glanced behind me, and the guys were watching Chris with cautious gazes, as if they knew something could go wrong. I swerved in the empty clearing, turning around to face the Nissan, who seemed to be having trouble keeping up with the Impala. I killed the engine, getting out, waiting to see if my theory was going to be confirmed.

Chris was right behind me, getting out of his side of the car, carefully shutting the car door. The Nissan pulled up and stopped a few feet away from us. I waited patiently, for whoever was driving too get out the damn car and tell me why the hell he was following us. I heard the guys clamber out behind me. I guess they didn't want to miss this.

I walked towards the car, hearing nothing but the gravel shift under my boots, I came to a stop just before the bumper. The drivers side opened and out came none other than Dylan. Go fucking figure, I was right on the dot with this one.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped at him.

He gazed at me warily, and I was suddenly aware of several presences’ behind me. “I wanted to talk too you.”

“And what makes you think I want to talk to you after what you did.” I glared at him, hate burning behind my eyes. He stepped back slightly.

“I know I’m probably the last person you want too talk too, and what I want to tell you will only make you more mad.”

“You being here, where I live, is making me mad. Why are you all the way out here!” I almost yelled at him.

“Because it’s not just me who wants to talk to you.” My eyes snapped towards the passenger door as I heard it click open. I felt my eyes widen as I saw who it was, and tears threatened my eyes almost immediately.

It was Dylans mother. How was she able to get here? I thought she was still in the hospital...

Notes

hur dur holy crap I have been severely neglecting this story. I sorry ;.;

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