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“Hurry up, Tiff!” I exclaimed, being my usual impatient self. Tiffany laughed and came walking with our Daddy while some of the fans glared at her. Daddy’s new bodyguard let us in, then quickly blocked the entryway as some girls tried to follow us. “God, I love it when people think we’re all rich and stuff and know famous people that will let us in before the show!” I smiled, grabbing my Dad’s hand. Tiff and Daddy laughed, both shaking their heads.
“Gee, Jen, maybe it’s because we do!” my sister laughed as we walked down the halls to the bands’ warm-up room.
I caught site of another new bodyguard, and shook my head slightly. Jimmy, Brian, and Zacky never noticed that we were here until Tiffany ran up to all of them and giving them huge hugs. Daddy turned to me, and gave me a serious look.
“Daddy, please don’t tell me that you got Tiff and I bodyguards! I’m 16, and she’s 18! I think that we’re old enough to take care of ourselves!” He shook his head, and went on to explain.
“No, Honey, but just listen for one second. Don’t go wandering off with some Sevenfold fan like last time, please Jen? Jimmy and Mikey had to look everywhere for you, and you know that Mikey isn’t much help in finding things… You gave everybody a heart-attack, especially Brian. You’re his best friend.” He told me, his eyebrows raising. I nodded, biting my thin lip.
“I won’t Daddy. I promise….Tiff won’t go off with anybody else either.” I commented, noticing the way that the new bodyguard was glancing at her. “Hey Daddy, did you have to get so many bodyguards?” I complained, noticing another one. He smiled.
“When you’re as famous as me, yes, you do. And okay, Honey. I believe you. Mikey’s band is opening up for us again, so if you want to watch them, go ahead. Promise me you won’t kill yourself though? I know that you’re probably madly in love with Gerard…” the mentioning of his name wanted to make me die.
“Dad, first of all, I hate him. He’s so ugly, and he’s a pervert. And I promise I won’t kill myself. Hey, didn’t Mikey say that they had a new guitarist?” I asked, my eyes holding confusion. Daddy shrugged, not answering my question.
“You know that guys only want you because I’m the lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold, right? And no guy is good enough for my little girl.” He shook his head, kissing the top of my head. Why did it seem like there was supposed to be am “except” at the end of that sentence?
Zacky and Christ came walking up to us. Johnny and Zacky were my cousins, and they were absolutely fun to hang out with. Having rock stars as cousins is a great advantage for everything. “Jenny!” Zacky smiled, hugging me. I smiled and hugged him back, and then went on to hug Christ. “Hey, Shads, we gotta get ready for the show.” He told my Dad. He nodded, and went off with Zacky and Christ to the bands’ changing room. I made my way towards my two best friends, and Brian’s face lit up like a starry night.
“Little Sanders!” he shone, smiling brightly. He outstretched his arms, and enclosed me in a big bear hug, holding tightly. I smiled back, and I knew that Tiffany was staring at us like we were insane. “How are you, Little Sanders?” Brian asked me, still smiling.
“I’m good, Syn! I haven’t seen you in like, three hours!” I felt his medium pitched laughter rumble through his chest. I remembered what Zacky said then. “Oh, Syn, Zacky said that you guys had to start getting ready. Hey, where’s Jimmy?” I looked around the room, trying to find him. Syn smiled widely.
“I ate him for lunch! Nahh, he’s probably back getting into his stage clothes. Y’know Rev…” he finally let go of me, and I faked gasping for breath. “Oh, I didn’t hold on that tight! See you later, Little Sanders! Bye, Tiff!” he called, walking out of the room. Leaving just me, Tiff, and the new bodyguard in the room.
I watched as the new bodyguard made his way towards my sister, and she blushed slightly when he touched her arm. “Excuse me, but I’m the new bodyguard that you’re father hired. He never told me he had such a breath-taking and beautiful daughter. I’d like to know your name, if it’s alright. I’m Toro. Ray Toro.” He flashed a smile at her, and I rolled my eyes. Why was I born second prettiest?
“Hi Ray, I’m Tiffany. But you can call me Tiff…” she giggled flirtatiously, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Yeah, and I’m Jennifer. Shouldn’t you be guarding the door, Ray?” I told him, a little too coldly. Tiffany shot me a “fuck-off” look, and I gladly followed it.
I walked out of the room, and bumped into somebody. The black cloth of his shirt made me blind for a second, and then I felt myself being shoved back into the wall, causing my head to collide with the back of the wall. Ouch. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sanders? Bumping into people, not even saying that you’re sorry? What has your father been teaching you, bitch?” I rubbed the back of my head, and found myself staring into the hard hazel eyes of Gerard Way. For the love of God!
“Sorry, Way, for bumping into you. Happy now?” I glared him down, and he cracked a smile. It was small, but at least it was a smile.
“No, Sanders. I’m never happy. And you call me by my name, disrespectful little girl.” He spoke hard, and I knew that he’d hurt me if I talked back to him.
“Sorry, Gerard…. I didn’t mean to…” I mumbled, and his lips when back to the snarl he always had.
“Good. Get out of my sight, bitch. Nobody loves you.” He pushed me to the ground, and I waited until he was gone to get up from the cold floor. Brushing off the dirt, I walked outside towards my ex boyfriend, where he was busy talking to two other people.
“Hey Bob.” I smiled, giving him a small hug. He smiled back.
“Nice to see you, Jen. Guys, I’d like you to meet Jennifer. She’s my ex.” The two guys both waved, but the short one smiled enthusiastically. I giggled softly.
“Hey Jen. I’m Hambone.” The guy on the right said to me, and I nodded. The short one’s eyes never seemed to leave me, and I blushed. Bob smiled smally, and his blue eyes shifted from the shortie to me.
“Hi!” the short one smiled, waving. “I’m Frank! But you can call me Frankie ‘cause that’s what everybody calls me….” His eyes were a heavenly, hazel-green color that made me blush even harder.
“Hey Frankie, I’m Jen. Bob, shouldn’t you be back to get ready to go on stage?” I asked, noticing the drumsticks in his hand. I also noticed that Frank had a guitar in his hand also.
“Yeah, thanks. C’mon Frank, we gotta roll.” I stopped Bob first before they went inside.
“Whoa whoa whoa there, Bryar… Frank can’t go in.” Frank gave me a confused look, and I felt guilty for making him seem sad.
“Why not?” he asked, walking up to me. I tried not to stare into his eyes, but it didn’t work.
“Because you’re not in My Chem, Frank.” I said softly, trying to make his face go away. Bob shook his head.
“No, Jen… This is the new guitarist for MCR. Didn’t your brother tell you?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“Mikey didn’t tell me anything about the new guitarist. Only that he was short, and he could really play some kick-ass guitar.” Frank’s smile widened at the last thing.
“’Kay, we gotta run! Bye, Jenny!” Frank called over his shoulder as they walked past the bodyguard. Hambone tried getting in, but I stopped him.
“No, Hambone. You stay out here and wait for Frank and Bob to get back….” I shook my head slightly, and walked past Richard, who greeted me to have a fun time. I smiled a ‘thanks’ and jogged my way to the rest of the guys.
“Mikey!” I smiled, giving him a big hug.
“Hey, sis. How are you?” he asked me, ending the hug. He was very claustrophobic.
“I’m goo-“ I was cut off by one of the band member’s hands caressing my side, and I growled when the hand squeezed lightly. His chilling chuckle made my heart stop, and I knew that the rest of the guys would think of this wrongly.
“You gonna enjoy the show, Sanders?” Gerard was close to my ear, and I struggled to get away from him. Looking around, I saw that there wasn’t any bodyguards around. ‘Well fuck!’ His breath was hot against my neck, and he pulled me closer to him. He pushed his bulge against me, breathing slowly. “I’ll make it extra pornographic, Sanders. You know you love when I do…” his voice sent shivers down my spine, and again, I squirmed to get away.
“You’re not leaving. You love me, admit it… You want me… You need me… You love me,” he softly bit down on my neck, and I forced back a small moan as he groped me. “and you loved everything I did to you back on that tour bus, my little slut.” He released me, and I fell tumbling to the floor. His smirk was playful. “Don’t act like I don’t know everything. Because believe me, I do.” And with that he walked away from me, leaving me frozen in place.
“What was that all about?” Tiff asked, standing inside the doorway. I didn’t answer her, but stood up and turned to the guys.
“I-I need to be alone for a few…” I told them as I left the room, not even saying goodbye to anybody. As I walked, I thought about everything that Gerard had said to me, and tried to say that what happened on the bus, didn’t happen. Slowly, I found myself in one of the supply closets, on the floor…
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“Gee, Jen, maybe it’s because we do!” my sister laughed as we walked down the halls to the bands’ warm-up room.
I caught site of another new bodyguard, and shook my head slightly. Jimmy, Brian, and Zacky never noticed that we were here until Tiffany ran up to all of them and giving them huge hugs. Daddy turned to me, and gave me a serious look.
“Daddy, please don’t tell me that you got Tiff and I bodyguards! I’m 16, and she’s 18! I think that we’re old enough to take care of ourselves!” He shook his head, and went on to explain.
“No, Honey, but just listen for one second. Don’t go wandering off with some Sevenfold fan like last time, please Jen? Jimmy and Mikey had to look everywhere for you, and you know that Mikey isn’t much help in finding things… You gave everybody a heart-attack, especially Brian. You’re his best friend.” He told me, his eyebrows raising. I nodded, biting my thin lip.
“I won’t Daddy. I promise….Tiff won’t go off with anybody else either.” I commented, noticing the way that the new bodyguard was glancing at her. “Hey Daddy, did you have to get so many bodyguards?” I complained, noticing another one. He smiled.
“When you’re as famous as me, yes, you do. And okay, Honey. I believe you. Mikey’s band is opening up for us again, so if you want to watch them, go ahead. Promise me you won’t kill yourself though? I know that you’re probably madly in love with Gerard…” the mentioning of his name wanted to make me die.
“Dad, first of all, I hate him. He’s so ugly, and he’s a pervert. And I promise I won’t kill myself. Hey, didn’t Mikey say that they had a new guitarist?” I asked, my eyes holding confusion. Daddy shrugged, not answering my question.
“You know that guys only want you because I’m the lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold, right? And no guy is good enough for my little girl.” He shook his head, kissing the top of my head. Why did it seem like there was supposed to be am “except” at the end of that sentence?
Zacky and Christ came walking up to us. Johnny and Zacky were my cousins, and they were absolutely fun to hang out with. Having rock stars as cousins is a great advantage for everything. “Jenny!” Zacky smiled, hugging me. I smiled and hugged him back, and then went on to hug Christ. “Hey, Shads, we gotta get ready for the show.” He told my Dad. He nodded, and went off with Zacky and Christ to the bands’ changing room. I made my way towards my two best friends, and Brian’s face lit up like a starry night.
“Little Sanders!” he shone, smiling brightly. He outstretched his arms, and enclosed me in a big bear hug, holding tightly. I smiled back, and I knew that Tiffany was staring at us like we were insane. “How are you, Little Sanders?” Brian asked me, still smiling.
“I’m good, Syn! I haven’t seen you in like, three hours!” I felt his medium pitched laughter rumble through his chest. I remembered what Zacky said then. “Oh, Syn, Zacky said that you guys had to start getting ready. Hey, where’s Jimmy?” I looked around the room, trying to find him. Syn smiled widely.
“I ate him for lunch! Nahh, he’s probably back getting into his stage clothes. Y’know Rev…” he finally let go of me, and I faked gasping for breath. “Oh, I didn’t hold on that tight! See you later, Little Sanders! Bye, Tiff!” he called, walking out of the room. Leaving just me, Tiff, and the new bodyguard in the room.
I watched as the new bodyguard made his way towards my sister, and she blushed slightly when he touched her arm. “Excuse me, but I’m the new bodyguard that you’re father hired. He never told me he had such a breath-taking and beautiful daughter. I’d like to know your name, if it’s alright. I’m Toro. Ray Toro.” He flashed a smile at her, and I rolled my eyes. Why was I born second prettiest?
“Hi Ray, I’m Tiffany. But you can call me Tiff…” she giggled flirtatiously, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Yeah, and I’m Jennifer. Shouldn’t you be guarding the door, Ray?” I told him, a little too coldly. Tiffany shot me a “fuck-off” look, and I gladly followed it.
I walked out of the room, and bumped into somebody. The black cloth of his shirt made me blind for a second, and then I felt myself being shoved back into the wall, causing my head to collide with the back of the wall. Ouch. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sanders? Bumping into people, not even saying that you’re sorry? What has your father been teaching you, bitch?” I rubbed the back of my head, and found myself staring into the hard hazel eyes of Gerard Way. For the love of God!
“Sorry, Way, for bumping into you. Happy now?” I glared him down, and he cracked a smile. It was small, but at least it was a smile.
“No, Sanders. I’m never happy. And you call me by my name, disrespectful little girl.” He spoke hard, and I knew that he’d hurt me if I talked back to him.
“Sorry, Gerard…. I didn’t mean to…” I mumbled, and his lips when back to the snarl he always had.
“Good. Get out of my sight, bitch. Nobody loves you.” He pushed me to the ground, and I waited until he was gone to get up from the cold floor. Brushing off the dirt, I walked outside towards my ex boyfriend, where he was busy talking to two other people.
“Hey Bob.” I smiled, giving him a small hug. He smiled back.
“Nice to see you, Jen. Guys, I’d like you to meet Jennifer. She’s my ex.” The two guys both waved, but the short one smiled enthusiastically. I giggled softly.
“Hey Jen. I’m Hambone.” The guy on the right said to me, and I nodded. The short one’s eyes never seemed to leave me, and I blushed. Bob smiled smally, and his blue eyes shifted from the shortie to me.
“Hi!” the short one smiled, waving. “I’m Frank! But you can call me Frankie ‘cause that’s what everybody calls me….” His eyes were a heavenly, hazel-green color that made me blush even harder.
“Hey Frankie, I’m Jen. Bob, shouldn’t you be back to get ready to go on stage?” I asked, noticing the drumsticks in his hand. I also noticed that Frank had a guitar in his hand also.
“Yeah, thanks. C’mon Frank, we gotta roll.” I stopped Bob first before they went inside.
“Whoa whoa whoa there, Bryar… Frank can’t go in.” Frank gave me a confused look, and I felt guilty for making him seem sad.
“Why not?” he asked, walking up to me. I tried not to stare into his eyes, but it didn’t work.
“Because you’re not in My Chem, Frank.” I said softly, trying to make his face go away. Bob shook his head.
“No, Jen… This is the new guitarist for MCR. Didn’t your brother tell you?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“Mikey didn’t tell me anything about the new guitarist. Only that he was short, and he could really play some kick-ass guitar.” Frank’s smile widened at the last thing.
“’Kay, we gotta run! Bye, Jenny!” Frank called over his shoulder as they walked past the bodyguard. Hambone tried getting in, but I stopped him.
“No, Hambone. You stay out here and wait for Frank and Bob to get back….” I shook my head slightly, and walked past Richard, who greeted me to have a fun time. I smiled a ‘thanks’ and jogged my way to the rest of the guys.
“Mikey!” I smiled, giving him a big hug.
“Hey, sis. How are you?” he asked me, ending the hug. He was very claustrophobic.
“I’m goo-“ I was cut off by one of the band member’s hands caressing my side, and I growled when the hand squeezed lightly. His chilling chuckle made my heart stop, and I knew that the rest of the guys would think of this wrongly.
“You gonna enjoy the show, Sanders?” Gerard was close to my ear, and I struggled to get away from him. Looking around, I saw that there wasn’t any bodyguards around. ‘Well fuck!’ His breath was hot against my neck, and he pulled me closer to him. He pushed his bulge against me, breathing slowly. “I’ll make it extra pornographic, Sanders. You know you love when I do…” his voice sent shivers down my spine, and again, I squirmed to get away.
“You’re not leaving. You love me, admit it… You want me… You need me… You love me,” he softly bit down on my neck, and I forced back a small moan as he groped me. “and you loved everything I did to you back on that tour bus, my little slut.” He released me, and I fell tumbling to the floor. His smirk was playful. “Don’t act like I don’t know everything. Because believe me, I do.” And with that he walked away from me, leaving me frozen in place.
“What was that all about?” Tiff asked, standing inside the doorway. I didn’t answer her, but stood up and turned to the guys.
“I-I need to be alone for a few…” I told them as I left the room, not even saying goodbye to anybody. As I walked, I thought about everything that Gerard had said to me, and tried to say that what happened on the bus, didn’t happen. Slowly, I found myself in one of the supply closets, on the floor…
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