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I clutched the phone to my ear, wondering where the Hell he could be at. His tone was smirky and full of sarcasm when he answered the phone. "Awwwh, Little Sanders, you finally realized you want to take a shot at my new skills?" Gerard replied. I exhaled slowly.
"Look, Gerard, I just..." My voice shook, and I had to restart. "Will you just talk to me about... What happened." I closed my eyes, shaking slightly.
"No, Sanders. Not ever will I speak about the things I did on that bus with you, no matter how much I enjoyed you crying out my name. And why would you want to talk about it, Sands? You were the one who felt it all." I pictured him rolling his eyes.
"Because.... Because I want to know... Why did you have to bring it up, Gerard? You could've just let it stay in your head." I sighed. It was about two minutes before he answered my question.
"That is something that will never leave my memory... I wasn't thinking. Don't think of that little memory slipping out of my lips as a chance that I'll take you back. Because I will never love you, ever. I don't even know why I bother talking to you, you waste my time and all you do is fucking bitch about everything wrong in your life." I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and tried desperately to keep them in. I would not let him show that I was weak within.
"Maybe it's because you still care about me..." I thought aloud, and he scoffed.
"I only care when something bad happens. Remember that, Sanders." I heard the call disconnect and finally let my tears come falling down like rain in Florida.
My phone fell to the floor, making a loud noise. With my head in my hands, I felt myself gasp for breathe. I looked up and franticly glanced around the room, and felt that sick feeling hit me hard.
"Sh-Shit!" I gasped, scrambling up and grabbing my phone, yanking open the door. Tiffany and Toro gave me a startled look, and Dad and Syn came walking over. Syn saw me and gasped, rushing over to where I was, and I tried to push him away, scared that I might puke all over his stage clothes.
"Jen! Are you okay?!" he said, alarmed. I shook my head, and tried to get away from them all before I broke down. "Shit, Shads, I think she's sick!" Brian called over his shoulder, and I took the advantage of that, and ran at full speed to the nearest bathroom.
"Jennifer!" I heard my Dad call, but I just kept on running, not caring who tried to stop me.
"FUCK!" I screamed, feeling myself lose it. I keeled over, my back hunched, gripping my chest as everything left my system. I felt a soothing hand on my shoulder, and the soothing voice that went along with it.
"It's okay, Jenny... Let it all out... It's okay, it's fine..." I heard Brian's voice whisper to me, and I finally stopped puking my guts out. I glanced up at him, embarassed but feeling a little better. "What's wrong, Jenny? Are you sick?" he helped me up and put a hand on my forehead, checking to see if I had a fever.
"She have a fever?" Daddy murmured, a worried look upon his face. Bri shook his head.
"No, she doesn't. Maybe something she ate?" I felt his eyes shift to the mess I made, and he glanced at me. "Liquids.... You haven't eaten today, Jenny... Okay, so if you're not sick... Nervous?" I didn't answer, I had no idea. Daddy misunderstood the frown on my face.
"Probably that new guitarist in My Chem, you know, that Frank guy? Or maybe it was Gerard, most girls have a thing for him..." he trailed off, and suddenly I felt like throwing up again.
"Dad, be queit! Jen, don't throw up on us again, kay? Please, sissy, I beg of you." I smiled weakly at her, sending her a silent "thank you". She nodded smally, and Brian hugged me close to him.
"Jenny, I think you should lay down... Get some rest, get better. I don't want you sick, I don't like it." I nodded, and walked with him to the band warm-up room.
He lied my down, and kissed my forehead, brushing a few strands of my hair away from my pale face. He smiled sweetly at me, whispering. "Sleep tight, my Jenny. I love you." I watched him through heavy lids as he walked away.
"Somebody likes you..." I heard Tiff tease. I grumbled.
"Shut up, Tiffany... You have a bodygaurd. And I don't have anybody." I shut my eyes, and finally fell asleep to the crowds roar when Avenged Sevenfold came on stage.
*chapter two! tell me how'ma doing, people? pleease?
xoxo, Madi Sanders Iero Bennington Way*
"Look, Gerard, I just..." My voice shook, and I had to restart. "Will you just talk to me about... What happened." I closed my eyes, shaking slightly.
"No, Sanders. Not ever will I speak about the things I did on that bus with you, no matter how much I enjoyed you crying out my name. And why would you want to talk about it, Sands? You were the one who felt it all." I pictured him rolling his eyes.
"Because.... Because I want to know... Why did you have to bring it up, Gerard? You could've just let it stay in your head." I sighed. It was about two minutes before he answered my question.
"That is something that will never leave my memory... I wasn't thinking. Don't think of that little memory slipping out of my lips as a chance that I'll take you back. Because I will never love you, ever. I don't even know why I bother talking to you, you waste my time and all you do is fucking bitch about everything wrong in your life." I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and tried desperately to keep them in. I would not let him show that I was weak within.
"Maybe it's because you still care about me..." I thought aloud, and he scoffed.
"I only care when something bad happens. Remember that, Sanders." I heard the call disconnect and finally let my tears come falling down like rain in Florida.
My phone fell to the floor, making a loud noise. With my head in my hands, I felt myself gasp for breathe. I looked up and franticly glanced around the room, and felt that sick feeling hit me hard.
"Sh-Shit!" I gasped, scrambling up and grabbing my phone, yanking open the door. Tiffany and Toro gave me a startled look, and Dad and Syn came walking over. Syn saw me and gasped, rushing over to where I was, and I tried to push him away, scared that I might puke all over his stage clothes.
"Jen! Are you okay?!" he said, alarmed. I shook my head, and tried to get away from them all before I broke down. "Shit, Shads, I think she's sick!" Brian called over his shoulder, and I took the advantage of that, and ran at full speed to the nearest bathroom.
"Jennifer!" I heard my Dad call, but I just kept on running, not caring who tried to stop me.
"FUCK!" I screamed, feeling myself lose it. I keeled over, my back hunched, gripping my chest as everything left my system. I felt a soothing hand on my shoulder, and the soothing voice that went along with it.
"It's okay, Jenny... Let it all out... It's okay, it's fine..." I heard Brian's voice whisper to me, and I finally stopped puking my guts out. I glanced up at him, embarassed but feeling a little better. "What's wrong, Jenny? Are you sick?" he helped me up and put a hand on my forehead, checking to see if I had a fever.
"She have a fever?" Daddy murmured, a worried look upon his face. Bri shook his head.
"No, she doesn't. Maybe something she ate?" I felt his eyes shift to the mess I made, and he glanced at me. "Liquids.... You haven't eaten today, Jenny... Okay, so if you're not sick... Nervous?" I didn't answer, I had no idea. Daddy misunderstood the frown on my face.
"Probably that new guitarist in My Chem, you know, that Frank guy? Or maybe it was Gerard, most girls have a thing for him..." he trailed off, and suddenly I felt like throwing up again.
"Dad, be queit! Jen, don't throw up on us again, kay? Please, sissy, I beg of you." I smiled weakly at her, sending her a silent "thank you". She nodded smally, and Brian hugged me close to him.
"Jenny, I think you should lay down... Get some rest, get better. I don't want you sick, I don't like it." I nodded, and walked with him to the band warm-up room.
He lied my down, and kissed my forehead, brushing a few strands of my hair away from my pale face. He smiled sweetly at me, whispering. "Sleep tight, my Jenny. I love you." I watched him through heavy lids as he walked away.
"Somebody likes you..." I heard Tiff tease. I grumbled.
"Shut up, Tiffany... You have a bodygaurd. And I don't have anybody." I shut my eyes, and finally fell asleep to the crowds roar when Avenged Sevenfold came on stage.
*chapter two! tell me how'ma doing, people? pleease?
xoxo, Madi Sanders Iero Bennington Way*
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