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i think that i may be dying ... ahhh light! i pulled the curtain shut and knocked my phone out

of the bunk causing it to smash on the floor, ahhh noise! i am so so so hungover, i don't even

remember what happened after ... hm, i remember questions, and taking shots ... i remember

drinking some more with mikey ... then i think i went for a cigerette? i remember being

outside, im sure i do ....



i carefully got out of bed trying not to hurt my head any more, i walked through to the lounge

and sat down to see frank making coffee. "fraaaaank, make me a coffee please?"

"sure thing shortstu-" he stopped shocked when he was looking at me

"whaaaat?" i groaned

"you're ... erm you're not wearing any pants"

i looked down and giggled, "no i suppose i'm not"

he brought my coffee over and i took a long big sip off the sweet hot liquid "mhmmm, thankyou

frankie" i smiled. and he choked on his coffee

"what's wrong?" i asked confused at his outburst.

"sorry i just wasn't expecting you to moan" he said sheepishly.

i started laughing loudly "well i wasn't expecting it to bother you so much" i winked, messing

with frank was getting more fun recently.

"you have got to stop doing this to me chey" he groaned putting his head into his hands.

i decided to take a bold step. "nah i think this is waaaay too fun" i said putting my hand on

his thigh, next think i knew i was flipped onto my back making my head spin and hurt but i

wasn't complaining. "two can play at this game sugar" he grinned and began to make an assault

on my neck, i tried to push him away at first but he found my weak spot just above my

collerbone, i grabbed a handfull of his hair making him grind his hips down into mine, i could

feel his member on my exposed thigh. i heard a crash in the bunk room and frank shot up.

"shit!" he groaned and got up to make more coffee.



ray walked through just moments later, "hey ray" i yawned. ray mumbled something along the

lines of a hello and went to get his coffee from frank. "how you feeling chey?" asked ray

"erm ... like crap to be honest" i laughed

"i am not suprised, you actually beat gerard in a drinking game!" he grinned

"i did? hell yeah! my life is complete" i said dramatically and threw myself onto the couch.

"wow i did that way too quick" i cried clutching my head "frankiee? can i have some painkillers

pleeeease?" he sighed and got the pills from the cupboard above the sink, i wouldn't have been

able to reach that anyway. frank brought my pills over with some more coffee. i swallowed them

quickly and turned back to ray "i really won? wasn't he like a raging alcoholic or something?"

i giggled.


"i sure was" came the deep sleep filled voice from the doorway. he came and say down on the

sofa with me and ray

"chey i don't mean to alarm you but ... you're not wearing any pants" laughed gerard.

"i can't get up." i said groaning as my hangover kicked in more. "gerard can you go get my

pants?" i begged in my best whiney voice.

"nuh uh im hungover too!" he mumbled hugging a pillow

"raaaay?"

"no way pipsqueek, frank didn't even drink lastnight hardly, ask him" he threw a pillow at

frank.

"im going im going" said frank throwing his hands up in defeat.

frank returned a couple of minutes later with a mini-skirt.

"frank you're an arsehole" i groaned.

"what?" he asked innocently

"i asked for pants" i said putting the skirt on and grabbing the blanket, i wrapped it round

myself and leant on gerards shoulder. my pain killers were kicking in and i was getting drowsy,

i nestled into gerard neck and closed my eyes, gerard didn't mind because he had his head in a

pillow and was drifting off to.

frank sat on the sofa with me and gerard and i put my legs on him. "you two are comfy" i noted

and yawned.

"and you are damn cute" chuckled gerard.


3rd P.O.V

"i like it here, i dont ever want to go back home ever" yawned chey still lying with gerard and

frank. bob saw and heard this as he woke up and came through to the lounge and the sight truly

warmed his heart. she had taken so well to being here, her life had changed so suddenly and she

adjusted with it brilliantly. bob however did not like the look on gerards face, he could see

that chey was innocently falling asleep with her head in his neck and he looked like he was

enjoying that a little too much, frank looked quite angry at gerard, bob wondered if they had

fought but decided he wouldn't push it.



Ray was nursing his hangover with guitar hero, all of the people on the bus were prepared for

a lazy day up until the guys had to play their show. mikey was the last of the band members to

get out of his bunk but did not seem too hungover, he once again reminded gerard of his defeat

lastnight but luckily chey was asleep so unable to gloat about it.


Frank's P.O.V

hey chey's been asleep for a while ... she ok?" said gerard looking at the sleeping girl on his

chest with concern. "chey, wake up hun" said gerard shaking her. i didn't think anything of it

yet but after many attempts of waking her up we got worried.

"bob! get out here!" i shouted getting panicked.

"what's wrong?" his eyes fell on chey "what happened?!" he ran over and pulled her into sitting

position. he couldn't get her to open her eyes either, all of us were worried by now.

"has she taken anything?" asked gerard, who was supporting her tiny frame. i felt terrible

"yeah ... i gave her some tablets ... just paracetamol though" i whispered.

"lemme see the packet" said mikey

bob got the paracetamol from the cupboard

"thats not it, it's the blue packet" said frank

"no this is the paracetamol" bob picked up the blue packet "oh no frank, you didn't give her

these did you?" i nodded.

"what is it ... i swear i thought it was the paracetamol bob i didn't mean to-" i choked out.

"these are the pills gerard had to stop his shakes when he was coming off of the drugs, please

tell me you only gave her one?" bob asked hopefully.

i shook my head and felt my eyes burning with tears "i gave her three bob, her head was real

sore and paracetamol isn't very strong i thought i was helping. i am so so sorry. what's gonna

happnen?"

"three?! those things are like fucking horse tranquilisers frank! she's gonna be out for a

while man" said gerard worried.

i felt horrible, i grabbed the phone and told the medic to get here straight away if he wanted

to keep his job, he arrived in five minutes.

"ok she had ] three[ of these?" he asked amazed. we all nodded

"ok if i just give her a shot of .. this" he said taking a needle out of his first aid bag he

had brought. gerard winced and left the room when the needle came out leaving me to hold her up.

"ok, leave her for maybe six or more hours and hopefully she'll be fine, she might be a bit

lightheaded for a while, this is speeding her heart up a lot to counteract the tranquiliser in

her system, i want you to take her heart rate every hour while she's resting if her heart drops

below 40bpm or above 120bpm call an ambulance ] straight away![ warned the medic and left

her with us.



"bob i feel so terrible, i had no idea. i'm so sorry!" i said as a stray tear almost escaped

bob is a reasonable guy and accepted this apology but i could see he was worried.

he lay her out on the sofa because he was scared to move her and i didn’t blame him, we all

moved into the back room to keep it quiet for her, well all of us except bob he wouldn’t leave

her on her own anymore.



“so before when she wanted her pants and said she couldn ‘t get up ... she was being serious?”

said ray.

“yeah, i mean i used to be like out of it from two, like couldn’t walk or anything people used

to thing i was high or drunk or something” said gerard.

“we try to protect this vulnerale girl from her crappy life by taking her on tour with us and i

nearly kill her!” i said hitting my forehead.

Mikey put his arm around me“it’s ok frank, it was a mistake nobody can blame you for that,

she’ll be fine. The medic reckons she’ll be awake in” he paused to look at his watch “two

hours” that was a relief, she should be awake before we have to go to our show which is in

three hours.

“guys!” boomed bob’s voice, the tone of us voice made us run to the lounge. Bob was sat on the

floor holding Chey’s wrist and looking at his watch.

“her heart! Its at 115 bpm ... should i call the ambulance?” he said quite obviously terrified,

i’ve never seen bob like this he was always the strong one of us all.

“no wait” said gerard “i remember this part, before the pills wear off you get like really hot,

we just need to get her temperature down” he said as he grabbed a wet cloth to go on her

forehead. He kept it there and took all of the blankets away from her. “its working” he said as

her heart slowed slightly everyone sighed a breath of relief, we all just sat in silence until

she sat bolt upright.