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"Jayy?" I whispered as his eyes shut. I cursed under my breath. He had passed out. I gently picked him up, even though I knew he couldn't feel anything right then, and carried his slim body bridal style out of the gym, through the front doors, and to my car. I wasn't just going to leave him there...
- - -
Hours later, I had passed out in a chair next to my bed, waiting for Jayy to wake up. I had done the most I could to help his injuries, and as far as I could tell he hadn't broken anything. But what the fuck do I know? I'm not a doctor.
I jumped awake from a nightmare about Garett, a strangled cry of fear escaping me, and I saw Jayy's bright green, contact-lensed eyes staring at me. I took a deep breath and calmed down and slowly moved my chair closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked softly.
He shrugged then winced slightly, "I've been better." he admitted. He then looked down at himself, frowning slightly, "Why am I shirtless?" he asked.
I blushed brightly and stammered, "I-I... uh... Had to take it off to... to check your b-bruises..." I trailed off, my face practically on fire. It was the truth though, his chest and stomach were covered in bruises.
I saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lip and he slowly sat up, then groaned, "Ah fuck I'm gonna be sore tomorrow..."
"I'll get you some Tylenol." I said, then got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"How is he?" my mom asked, looking up from the pot of spaghetti she was stirring.
"Awake." I replied, digging around in the medicine cabinet, "Talking, sitting."
"That's great."
I turned partially to look at her, "No. It's not great. It would be great if he wouldn't have gotten hurt because of me in the first place." I said, my throat closing up with guilt.
She sighed and wiped her hands on the front of her jeans and came over to me, pulling me into her arms and holding me for the first time since I was 10. Even though I was taller than her now, I rested my head on top of her's, since her shoulder was too low. "Listen to me Dahvie. What happened was not your fault. It's not your fault that those stupid ass boys beat you up, and it's not your fault Jayy went to get revenge on them. You don't control everything, even though you do consider yourself a god Mr. Vanity." I felt a smile form on my lips and I kissed her head.
"Thanks, mom."
She smiled and went back to cooking and I grabbed the Tylenol and a bottle of water and went back upstairs. When I got there, I saw Jayy looking at the pieces of paper I had left on my nightstand a long time ago, after Garett and I had broken up. It was a song about all the good times happened before he had changed and started getting abusive. It sounded like it was about a dieing lover, but it was actually how the person I thought he was had died, and that's who I missed. I called it Fallen Star.
He seemed to be really engrossed in reading it, and he didn't even notice me walk in. I cleared my throat and he jumped, looking at me.
"Here." I said, handing him two Tylenol pills and the bottle of water. He took them then looked at me.
"Sorry." he said.
"For?" I asked.
"Reading that." he gestured at the papers, "It's a really good song." I simply shrugged and he added, "It would be better if I could hear it."
I shook my head, "I have a terrible voice." I admitted. He shook his head,
"I don't care."
- - -
Hours later, I had passed out in a chair next to my bed, waiting for Jayy to wake up. I had done the most I could to help his injuries, and as far as I could tell he hadn't broken anything. But what the fuck do I know? I'm not a doctor.
I jumped awake from a nightmare about Garett, a strangled cry of fear escaping me, and I saw Jayy's bright green, contact-lensed eyes staring at me. I took a deep breath and calmed down and slowly moved my chair closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?" I asked softly.
He shrugged then winced slightly, "I've been better." he admitted. He then looked down at himself, frowning slightly, "Why am I shirtless?" he asked.
I blushed brightly and stammered, "I-I... uh... Had to take it off to... to check your b-bruises..." I trailed off, my face practically on fire. It was the truth though, his chest and stomach were covered in bruises.
I saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lip and he slowly sat up, then groaned, "Ah fuck I'm gonna be sore tomorrow..."
"I'll get you some Tylenol." I said, then got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"How is he?" my mom asked, looking up from the pot of spaghetti she was stirring.
"Awake." I replied, digging around in the medicine cabinet, "Talking, sitting."
"That's great."
I turned partially to look at her, "No. It's not great. It would be great if he wouldn't have gotten hurt because of me in the first place." I said, my throat closing up with guilt.
She sighed and wiped her hands on the front of her jeans and came over to me, pulling me into her arms and holding me for the first time since I was 10. Even though I was taller than her now, I rested my head on top of her's, since her shoulder was too low. "Listen to me Dahvie. What happened was not your fault. It's not your fault that those stupid ass boys beat you up, and it's not your fault Jayy went to get revenge on them. You don't control everything, even though you do consider yourself a god Mr. Vanity." I felt a smile form on my lips and I kissed her head.
"Thanks, mom."
She smiled and went back to cooking and I grabbed the Tylenol and a bottle of water and went back upstairs. When I got there, I saw Jayy looking at the pieces of paper I had left on my nightstand a long time ago, after Garett and I had broken up. It was a song about all the good times happened before he had changed and started getting abusive. It sounded like it was about a dieing lover, but it was actually how the person I thought he was had died, and that's who I missed. I called it Fallen Star.
He seemed to be really engrossed in reading it, and he didn't even notice me walk in. I cleared my throat and he jumped, looking at me.
"Here." I said, handing him two Tylenol pills and the bottle of water. He took them then looked at me.
"Sorry." he said.
"For?" I asked.
"Reading that." he gestured at the papers, "It's a really good song." I simply shrugged and he added, "It would be better if I could hear it."
I shook my head, "I have a terrible voice." I admitted. He shook his head,
"I don't care."
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The first few hours on the bus wasn't that bad. Ash and I stayed in our bunk for most of it. We were on our way to Houston, Texas because our tour starts there. Jon explained that they had to revamp the tour from last time since we now hate Asking Alexandria. So it's just a continuation of the last one.
Ash and I are laying in our bunk now. He had fallen asleep a while ago, but I woke up when we hit a bump. He had his arms wrapped around me and his face buried in my back. I could feel the warm air of his breath on my back. I somehow managed to turn around to face him, kissing the top of his head. He was so cute when he was asleep. His face w
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Kiss The Lips Of Evil Ch. 32 - Ashley
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"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I smiled kissing him.
"About a million times tonight, but I could stand to hear it again." He smiled at me, his blue eyes shining in the dim light of the lamp on the table.
"I love you so much. You're my world, my everything and I can't wait to spend an eternity with you." I smiled.
"You make it sound like I'm about to convert
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It was a cold December morning. I hadn't seen my baby in three days and I was starting to get lonely. I was sitting in my hotel room with Jake, Jinxx, Tokyo and Killer. My Mom and Dad were downstairs making sure that everything for the wedding was ready.
"Are you OK Ash?" Jake said tapping me on the shoulder.
"Of course I'm OK, why would I not be?" I asked.
"You've been pacing back and forth and you chewed your thumb nail down to the nub." Jinxx laughed.
"I'm just really nervous. What if he doesn't show up?" I was going crazy. I had this dream a couple times where Andy doesn't show up because he actually didn't love me.
"It'll be OK. He'
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so sexy