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Pen turned her head slowly back and forth on the pillow, and shifted under the covers. Pillow? Covers? The girl cracked open her eyes and glanced around the room. She was definitely in a room...yes, there was a door, and she was in a bed. How? She tried to sit up, but found that she couldn't move past turning her head from side to side.
"Hey! You're awake!" a voice broke the silence in the room. The clink of ice cubes in a glass followed shortly and a man with long black hair stood over her, swaying slightly. Or maybe that was just her vision skewing. Pen closed her eyes for a few moments before looking back at the man. He couldn't be much older than...25? Perhaps younger.
"Where...?" she trailed off, licking her chapped and bleeding lips.
"Oh," said the man, sitting back down and grabbing a scotch glass off of a table. "Well...you passed out. In the middle of the road. We almost hit you, but the driver stopped just in time. You're lucky we came along, or else you'd still be out in that blizzard!" he seemed to find this funny and laughed stupidly.
Pen furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "I--"
"Oh, hey," the stranger said, holding out his glass. "You want some?"
"Gerard," came another voice, belonging to a somewhat younger boy walking through the door to join them. "I'm pretty sure that she's got a lot on her mind, and she doesn't need a strange man on a bus offering her a drink."
The man whose name was Gerard looked down, shrugged, and downed the rest of his drink.
"Well..." the younger man said. "I'm Mikey. This is my brother Gerard...Are you confused?"
Pen slowly nodded. She remembered leaving home...and walking...how did she get here? "Where am I? What happened?"
"Well..." Mikey thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her. "I think you'd know that better than we would. I mean, we almost hit you with our bus, and when we got out to you, you were passed out. We carried you onto the bus and just put you to bed. We've been taking turns sitting in with you, just in case you woke up, for about two hours now."
Pen was beginning to feel dizzy once more. "Okay..."
"And, well," Mikey continued. "This is our tour bus. We're a band...and we're touring, kinda. You might have heard of us? My Chemical Romance?"
"Yeah..." Pen mumbled. "Yeah, I've heard of you...I think..." She tried to sit up, but that just made her feel light-headed.
"Whoah," Mikey said, surging forward to ease her back onto the pillows. "Take it easy, there. How long were you out in the snow? And why? Didn't you know that a blizzard was coming? We're gonna have to park before tomorrow and stay at a hotel for a while, until it blows over."
"Well...My mom kicked me out. And I don't know how long I've been out. I left before we found out about the snow storm, I guess..."
"You mean you've been walking in the snow for over a week? And you're just now passing out from exhaustion?"
"I...I guess so," it had never occurred to her that she had been walking for so long. "Look...I should be going," she struggled to get out of the bed. "Thanks for helping me, but you've been too kind already. And I have an adventure to start," she added under her breath, more to herself than anything. But she found that she was still limited in how she could move.
"No," Mikey said, propping her pillows in a way that she could sit up, but not helping her get out of the bed. She settled back. "I can't let you out in a blizzard, it would be irresponsible. You're welcome to stay with us as long as you like."
She looked up at him. Touring with a band across the country? Hmm...Maybe this could be the start of her new life. It was screaming excitement. "Al-alright. Thank you..." she murmured, suddenly very shy.
"Of course. Oh, hey, do you wanna change out of your wet clothes? You look soaked and frozen to the bone. We were gonna change you, but...you know...that seemed to be taking it a little far.."
"Right," she said, a small smile playing at her chapped lips. "Thanks for that. But, as you can see, I can't even get out of this bed by myself, let alone stand and dress myself. Are there any women on this bus?"
"Uhh...no, sorry." Mikey rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. "I could--I mean, I wouldn't look...I could close my eyes...Or you could try it yourself...Whatever you want..."
Pen thought. If that was the only option..."Okay." she told Mikey. "But you have to promise not to look." The boy nodded, and looked pointedly at his brother.
"Hey man, what the fuck? You get to stay, but I don't? I met her first!"
"Gerard," the younger boy said firmly. The dark-haired Gerard got up and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Mikey turned to Pen, holding his hand out to help her out of bed.
She shakily sat up, slowly planting both feet on the cold wooden floor. He placed one hand on the small of her back, helping her stand. He noted that her cheeks were pink from being exposed to the sun for so long, and that her long red hair was slightly frazzled. There also seemed to be dirt smudged in various places over what was exposed of her skin.
"Would you like to shower first?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I'd rather not need your help to wash myself. I'll wait until I get my strength back."
"Oh...right," he said, reddening in the cheeks once more. "So..." he began, an awkward silence filling the air.
"Where's my bag?" Pen asked suddenly, looking around.
"Well, everything in there was soaking wet, so we threw it all in the dryer. Cute pig, by the way," he smirked a teasing smile at her. She blushed, then gasped.
"Shit!" He jumped at this sudden outburst of hers.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you take anything out of the pockets, or just the clothes?"
"Just the clothes."
"Can I have the bag, please?" Pen grabbed the side table as Mikey fetched her duffel. When he brought it, she grabbed it out of his hands, losing balance until he placed his hands on her back to steady her. "Thanks," she mumbled, fishing through the pockets until she found the one with the socks (and her life savings) inside. She sighed with relief. She then dug through for her pig. "Wiggles?" she said without thinking when she couldn't find it.
"Wiggles is in the dryer," Mikey told her, smiling.
Pen laughed. "Well..." she said. "What am I gonna wear if my clothes are all in the dryer?"
"You can borrow some of my clothes...Just like, a tee shirt and boxers," He ruffled through a suitcase on the floor by the bed, pulling out the articles of clothing he described. The young man helped the girl out of her wet clothes, tossing them on the floor. He politely stared at a spot on the carpet as he helped her dress. "So..." he said, looking anywhere but at the small, feminine body in front of him. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Pen," she said, slipping the soft cotton shirt over her head, relishing in the dryness and warmth.
"Pen?"
"Short for Penelope," she told him as he helped her back into the bed.
"Right, I figured. So...are you hungry? Thirsty? Yeah, I guess you are," he said as she nodded. "I'll bring you some food. And a glass of something. Warm milk? Hot chocolate? I'll just..." With that, he was gone, shutting the door gently behind him.
A/N: Check that, bitches (also check the NC-17 rating if you are offended by the language), second chapter up! It's 'cause I'm a B0$$. I should start speaking like that from now on. Anyway, I'm sorry it's so long, but I had to put a lot into this chapter in the way of introductions and whatnot. So yeah. Rate/Review/Subscribe please. OverAndOutxx
"Hey! You're awake!" a voice broke the silence in the room. The clink of ice cubes in a glass followed shortly and a man with long black hair stood over her, swaying slightly. Or maybe that was just her vision skewing. Pen closed her eyes for a few moments before looking back at the man. He couldn't be much older than...25? Perhaps younger.
"Where...?" she trailed off, licking her chapped and bleeding lips.
"Oh," said the man, sitting back down and grabbing a scotch glass off of a table. "Well...you passed out. In the middle of the road. We almost hit you, but the driver stopped just in time. You're lucky we came along, or else you'd still be out in that blizzard!" he seemed to find this funny and laughed stupidly.
Pen furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "I--"
"Oh, hey," the stranger said, holding out his glass. "You want some?"
"Gerard," came another voice, belonging to a somewhat younger boy walking through the door to join them. "I'm pretty sure that she's got a lot on her mind, and she doesn't need a strange man on a bus offering her a drink."
The man whose name was Gerard looked down, shrugged, and downed the rest of his drink.
"Well..." the younger man said. "I'm Mikey. This is my brother Gerard...Are you confused?"
Pen slowly nodded. She remembered leaving home...and walking...how did she get here? "Where am I? What happened?"
"Well..." Mikey thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her. "I think you'd know that better than we would. I mean, we almost hit you with our bus, and when we got out to you, you were passed out. We carried you onto the bus and just put you to bed. We've been taking turns sitting in with you, just in case you woke up, for about two hours now."
Pen was beginning to feel dizzy once more. "Okay..."
"And, well," Mikey continued. "This is our tour bus. We're a band...and we're touring, kinda. You might have heard of us? My Chemical Romance?"
"Yeah..." Pen mumbled. "Yeah, I've heard of you...I think..." She tried to sit up, but that just made her feel light-headed.
"Whoah," Mikey said, surging forward to ease her back onto the pillows. "Take it easy, there. How long were you out in the snow? And why? Didn't you know that a blizzard was coming? We're gonna have to park before tomorrow and stay at a hotel for a while, until it blows over."
"Well...My mom kicked me out. And I don't know how long I've been out. I left before we found out about the snow storm, I guess..."
"You mean you've been walking in the snow for over a week? And you're just now passing out from exhaustion?"
"I...I guess so," it had never occurred to her that she had been walking for so long. "Look...I should be going," she struggled to get out of the bed. "Thanks for helping me, but you've been too kind already. And I have an adventure to start," she added under her breath, more to herself than anything. But she found that she was still limited in how she could move.
"No," Mikey said, propping her pillows in a way that she could sit up, but not helping her get out of the bed. She settled back. "I can't let you out in a blizzard, it would be irresponsible. You're welcome to stay with us as long as you like."
She looked up at him. Touring with a band across the country? Hmm...Maybe this could be the start of her new life. It was screaming excitement. "Al-alright. Thank you..." she murmured, suddenly very shy.
"Of course. Oh, hey, do you wanna change out of your wet clothes? You look soaked and frozen to the bone. We were gonna change you, but...you know...that seemed to be taking it a little far.."
"Right," she said, a small smile playing at her chapped lips. "Thanks for that. But, as you can see, I can't even get out of this bed by myself, let alone stand and dress myself. Are there any women on this bus?"
"Uhh...no, sorry." Mikey rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. "I could--I mean, I wouldn't look...I could close my eyes...Or you could try it yourself...Whatever you want..."
Pen thought. If that was the only option..."Okay." she told Mikey. "But you have to promise not to look." The boy nodded, and looked pointedly at his brother.
"Hey man, what the fuck? You get to stay, but I don't? I met her first!"
"Gerard," the younger boy said firmly. The dark-haired Gerard got up and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Mikey turned to Pen, holding his hand out to help her out of bed.
She shakily sat up, slowly planting both feet on the cold wooden floor. He placed one hand on the small of her back, helping her stand. He noted that her cheeks were pink from being exposed to the sun for so long, and that her long red hair was slightly frazzled. There also seemed to be dirt smudged in various places over what was exposed of her skin.
"Would you like to shower first?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I'd rather not need your help to wash myself. I'll wait until I get my strength back."
"Oh...right," he said, reddening in the cheeks once more. "So..." he began, an awkward silence filling the air.
"Where's my bag?" Pen asked suddenly, looking around.
"Well, everything in there was soaking wet, so we threw it all in the dryer. Cute pig, by the way," he smirked a teasing smile at her. She blushed, then gasped.
"Shit!" He jumped at this sudden outburst of hers.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you take anything out of the pockets, or just the clothes?"
"Just the clothes."
"Can I have the bag, please?" Pen grabbed the side table as Mikey fetched her duffel. When he brought it, she grabbed it out of his hands, losing balance until he placed his hands on her back to steady her. "Thanks," she mumbled, fishing through the pockets until she found the one with the socks (and her life savings) inside. She sighed with relief. She then dug through for her pig. "Wiggles?" she said without thinking when she couldn't find it.
"Wiggles is in the dryer," Mikey told her, smiling.
Pen laughed. "Well..." she said. "What am I gonna wear if my clothes are all in the dryer?"
"You can borrow some of my clothes...Just like, a tee shirt and boxers," He ruffled through a suitcase on the floor by the bed, pulling out the articles of clothing he described. The young man helped the girl out of her wet clothes, tossing them on the floor. He politely stared at a spot on the carpet as he helped her dress. "So..." he said, looking anywhere but at the small, feminine body in front of him. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Pen," she said, slipping the soft cotton shirt over her head, relishing in the dryness and warmth.
"Pen?"
"Short for Penelope," she told him as he helped her back into the bed.
"Right, I figured. So...are you hungry? Thirsty? Yeah, I guess you are," he said as she nodded. "I'll bring you some food. And a glass of something. Warm milk? Hot chocolate? I'll just..." With that, he was gone, shutting the door gently behind him.
A/N: Check that, bitches (also check the NC-17 rating if you are offended by the language), second chapter up! It's 'cause I'm a B0$$. I should start speaking like that from now on. Anyway, I'm sorry it's so long, but I had to put a lot into this chapter in the way of introductions and whatnot. So yeah. Rate/Review/Subscribe please. OverAndOutxx
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