I Was All For You.
An Addiction Out Of Style
“Years pass like seconds,
But the feeling never fades.
I’ll take medication if I have to,
Just to spend another night with you.” Ned belted out into the microphone as Chase reached for his water. Today’s crowd was insane, jumping in time to the beat. Emily was going to some Meet and Greets with Austin, seeing as tomorrow Levi would drop her off. Tapping a slow beat on the snare drum, Ned and Denny fished their riffs.
“How can you sit there and lie?
Narcissistic and obnoxious,
Just a liar with a pretty face.
A pretty face with no taste.”
“Dude, you haven’t partied in years!” Jack retorted, placing a jack and coke in my hand. I rolled my eyes, but took a chug nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’m not getting drunk infront of Emily.”
“I’ve seen drunks before!” She called from downstairs, Neil and Kevin wanted to play some Xbox game and being the fangirl she was, she accepted.
“I don’t care! Plus, I’ve gotta’ write some songs for the new album.”
“That’s it, Nel,” He protested, dragging me up from my comfortable space on the couch, “I’m finding you an outfit and we are going to get wasted.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you more. Now, what do we want?” Giggles filled the quiet bunk area causing Jack to give me a confused look. I shrugged. How was I meant to know? They suddenly became louder and more irritable. As soon as Jack yanked open my bunk curtain, Maisie, Ned’s girlfriend who was only here for three days, was making out with some crew guy.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted at her, distracting the intimacy they had going on in my bunk.
“Look, don’t tell-"
“Don’t give me that shit! Get out, now! What the fuck were you thinking, and in my bunk!”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Get the fuck out, before I drag you by those fake extensions and permanently kick your ass. Fucking bitch.” Tears rolled down her face, she had no reason to cry. She was the one who cheated on Ned, and yet here she was crying. God, she makes me sick. None of us actually liked her in the first place, but we dealt with it because Ned loved her. Now, how the hell was I supposed to tell Ned?
“Okay, we really need to drink now. David from Breathe Carolina is throwing some sick-ass party on his bus so we can go there?” It wasn’t really a question baring in mind the fact he would drag me along anyway.
With the help of Jeremy and Alex, Jack finally picked out an outfit for me. Thank God, it was actually 1, wearable and 2, not exactly a dick magnet. Emily was supposedly fine with staying on the bus; Phil wasn’t feeling in the party mood so he was the designated babysitter.
“C’mon, Jack! It doesn’t take you that long to put on a shirt,” He then strutted, hands on his hips, and lipstick smeared on his lips and cheeks. I giggled and wiped it off with a wet tissue and dragged him out of the door. Austin was waiting outside, but because Jack was a turd, he wanted to keep that a secret.
“Hey, you guys ready?” Austin asked, leaning on the bus.
“Yup.” Popping the ‘p’, I replied. It was weird and slightly awkward to say the least, which was relatively sad. If we ever did have arguments, we would watch The Bling Ring and comment on how stupid it was. But this wasn’t like our normal disagreements, so none of us knew what to do.
“Dude, tonight’s gonna’ be so fucking good. I can just feel it,”
“What you’re feeling is herpes.”
“Eh, actually it may just be an erection. I don’t know, but let’s get this party started!”
“I-I think that you need another drink, Nelly belly!” Jack hollered, his words already slurred even though we had been here for only half an hour. Unsurprisingly, his shirt was already replaced with some random fur waist coat. No way was he getting laid in that.
“Fine, just get me something strong.”
“Yeah!” Stumbling off, he made his way to the shelf of liquor and grabbed a Jack Daniels. Instead of blasting good music, David decided to play some crappy rap that made no sense at all. Everyone was still dancing to it, oblivious to the degrading lyrics.
“I’m gonna’ b-be honest with you when I say... You look f-fucking hot in that outfit,”
“Eyes up here, Romeo.” Mike (Fuentes) scoffed and dragged me to the designated ‘dance area’. My eyes absentmindedly rolled as he waved my arms around.
“C’mon, have some fun, Nel!”
“Oh look, my good friend, alcohol, has arrived!” Trying to get away from the situation I was in, I said – more like shouted – to Mike over the music. Jack returned with the bottle and with Austin. He took one huge gulp before passing it to me. Reluctantly, I took it and downed a bit until I needed a break from the burning sensation running down my throat.
But the feeling never fades.
I’ll take medication if I have to,
Just to spend another night with you.” Ned belted out into the microphone as Chase reached for his water. Today’s crowd was insane, jumping in time to the beat. Emily was going to some Meet and Greets with Austin, seeing as tomorrow Levi would drop her off. Tapping a slow beat on the snare drum, Ned and Denny fished their riffs.
“How can you sit there and lie?
Narcissistic and obnoxious,
Just a liar with a pretty face.
A pretty face with no taste.”
“Dude, you haven’t partied in years!” Jack retorted, placing a jack and coke in my hand. I rolled my eyes, but took a chug nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’m not getting drunk infront of Emily.”
“I’ve seen drunks before!” She called from downstairs, Neil and Kevin wanted to play some Xbox game and being the fangirl she was, she accepted.
“I don’t care! Plus, I’ve gotta’ write some songs for the new album.”
“That’s it, Nel,” He protested, dragging me up from my comfortable space on the couch, “I’m finding you an outfit and we are going to get wasted.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you more. Now, what do we want?” Giggles filled the quiet bunk area causing Jack to give me a confused look. I shrugged. How was I meant to know? They suddenly became louder and more irritable. As soon as Jack yanked open my bunk curtain, Maisie, Ned’s girlfriend who was only here for three days, was making out with some crew guy.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted at her, distracting the intimacy they had going on in my bunk.
“Look, don’t tell-"
“Don’t give me that shit! Get out, now! What the fuck were you thinking, and in my bunk!”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Get the fuck out, before I drag you by those fake extensions and permanently kick your ass. Fucking bitch.” Tears rolled down her face, she had no reason to cry. She was the one who cheated on Ned, and yet here she was crying. God, she makes me sick. None of us actually liked her in the first place, but we dealt with it because Ned loved her. Now, how the hell was I supposed to tell Ned?
“Okay, we really need to drink now. David from Breathe Carolina is throwing some sick-ass party on his bus so we can go there?” It wasn’t really a question baring in mind the fact he would drag me along anyway.
With the help of Jeremy and Alex, Jack finally picked out an outfit for me. Thank God, it was actually 1, wearable and 2, not exactly a dick magnet. Emily was supposedly fine with staying on the bus; Phil wasn’t feeling in the party mood so he was the designated babysitter.
“C’mon, Jack! It doesn’t take you that long to put on a shirt,” He then strutted, hands on his hips, and lipstick smeared on his lips and cheeks. I giggled and wiped it off with a wet tissue and dragged him out of the door. Austin was waiting outside, but because Jack was a turd, he wanted to keep that a secret.
“Hey, you guys ready?” Austin asked, leaning on the bus.
“Yup.” Popping the ‘p’, I replied. It was weird and slightly awkward to say the least, which was relatively sad. If we ever did have arguments, we would watch The Bling Ring and comment on how stupid it was. But this wasn’t like our normal disagreements, so none of us knew what to do.
“Dude, tonight’s gonna’ be so fucking good. I can just feel it,”
“What you’re feeling is herpes.”
“Eh, actually it may just be an erection. I don’t know, but let’s get this party started!”
“I-I think that you need another drink, Nelly belly!” Jack hollered, his words already slurred even though we had been here for only half an hour. Unsurprisingly, his shirt was already replaced with some random fur waist coat. No way was he getting laid in that.
“Fine, just get me something strong.”
“Yeah!” Stumbling off, he made his way to the shelf of liquor and grabbed a Jack Daniels. Instead of blasting good music, David decided to play some crappy rap that made no sense at all. Everyone was still dancing to it, oblivious to the degrading lyrics.
“I’m gonna’ b-be honest with you when I say... You look f-fucking hot in that outfit,”
“Eyes up here, Romeo.” Mike (Fuentes) scoffed and dragged me to the designated ‘dance area’. My eyes absentmindedly rolled as he waved my arms around.
“C’mon, have some fun, Nel!”
“Oh look, my good friend, alcohol, has arrived!” Trying to get away from the situation I was in, I said – more like shouted – to Mike over the music. Jack returned with the bottle and with Austin. He took one huge gulp before passing it to me. Reluctantly, I took it and downed a bit until I needed a break from the burning sensation running down my throat.
Notes
Hai, this was a shorter update then last... It was also kind of filler. I feel like this story is really crap and isn't going anywhere. I don't know.
Thanks for reading, anyway.
Nel's Outfit.
- Hen.
Um, hey, people. This is Hen, uh, basically, I can't use the account this story is on anymore so I will be posting it on this new acc. I'm going to start it off from chapter 12, so yeah.
4/26/15