Categories > Celebrities > 30 Seconds to Mars > Bondage, Love, and Rock and Roll
My eyes fluttered open allowing the bit of bright light of the sun to dilate my pupils from the open curtains in the bedroom. I closed my eyes again and started my ritual morning stretches: twist and pull my body into various positions until the stiffness of sleeping was gone. Halfway through the ritual I finally opened my eyes and fell out of bed at the sight before me. His laughter filled the room and I wanted to slap him. He fucked up my stretches and now my day was going to be shit. I stood up and turn to Jared, giving him my prizewinning 'Fuck You' smile and commenced gathering my clothes and putting them on. I stumbled a bit and nearly fell on my ass in the dark room and Jared just chuckled quietly, which wasn't so quiet except for his chuckling, and the occasional profanity from me.
“Wait, don't leave” turning to Jared as he propped himself up on his forearms, I could see his was pleading with his amazing blue eyes.
“I have to” I stated rather coldly and spun around on my heels and walked out of the room and searched for my clutch. I went through the living area twice and even checked the kitchen. I just wanted to leave but I needed my keys to get home.
“Looking for this” Jared voice echoed through the hotel room, which I just know noticed as quite big and luxurious. Jared stood at the door with my clutch in hand and I couldn't help but randomly wonder what band he was in.
I remove my clutch from his grip and he stepped aside to let me leave. I didn't get far from the room when I faintly he him whisper “I hope to see you again.” Turning around to face him, I'm completely taken aback at the discovery I make. In the harsh lighting of the hotel hallway, I can clearly see who I almost had sex with: Jared Joseph Leto.
I quickly turn around and practically run to the fucking elevator. Holy fuck! I just spent the night with Jared Leto of 30 Seconds To Mars! How could I have not noticed who he was back at the club. I meaning his fucking brother should have been a dead giveaway. I mean he's the only fucking man I know who has the name Shannon. I still believe I was that fucking unobservant as I made my way through the lobby and out to the parking lot only to realize that my car isn't parked anywhere.
“This is fucking great.” I utter to myself I start fishing for my phone in my bag. After emptying the contents of my purse onto a bench in front of the hotel I come to the conclusion that I don't have my phone either. I curse at myself as I trudge back into the lobby and up to the reception desk. I politely ask the lady can she ring me a cab and she does so. After fifteen minutes the receptionist tells me that the cab is outside waiting for me. I thank her and head outside ready to take my pumps back off because my feet are killing me. The whole cab I thought about how I almost had sex with Jared Leto, images of last night reappearing in my mind. When I reached my house and paid the driver I finished analyzing and reanalyzing the night before and how amazing it was and moved on to this morning. I was so confused. The way he was pleading for me to stay with his eyes I couldn't tell whether he still wanted to try to get into my panties or just wanted company. Fuck it, I won't see him again. I shimmed out of my dress when the front door was securely locked behind me. I hopped in the shower and allowed the hot water to ease my muscles and clear my head. Dressing in just a pair of ripped jeans, an oversized white t-shirt, and my beat-up classic Converses, I began unpacking. I was giving Lisa sometime to get back to her hotel room. I pulled the box marked 'Don't Touch' through the bedroom and into the back of the walk-in closet and quickly moved on. I cut off the tape to the boxes that said 'Bedroom Shit' and began setting things up. The house was already furnished so I put everything in a convenient spot and moved on to the other rooms and boxes. By three in the afternoon, I had everything put away in its place and cleaned up. I grabbed my cotton all-black bag and commenced walking to Club 6277, which wasn't far, to get my car.
I sighed while getting in the vehicle and decided it was time to check in on Lisa. Lisa could handle herself and almost never needed my help, hell she even had a permit to carry a licensed firearm and so did I just because we used to live in a shady city and needed protection. I wouldn't be surprised if I walked into her hotel room and found her being arrested for assaulting Mr. Male Model with a loaded firearm. Her excuse: “He wouldn't leave me the fuck alone so I gave him a warning.” Lisa was a bit insane and I liked it; her insanity is what attracted me to her on that one night at the infamous bar back in Jersey. As I glided through the same lobby that I couldn't stand to see I couldn't help but feel relaxed. I didn't really care anymore; one of my personality traits was that I stopped giving a fuck after a short while. I knocked on the door to Lisa's and waited. A few minutes went by and I opened my mouth to start screaming Lisa's name when the door open to find a fully dressed Lisa in pair of black short shorts, and a dark purple v-neck with her slightly curled hair pulled up in a messy bun. “Hola chica, como estas?” I questioned her with a cheeky smile even though neither of us spoke Spanish well enough to hold a conversation in the language.
“Umm bien y tu?” she replied, letting me in and closing and locking the door.
“Muy bien y mi casa se ve bien tambien!” I exclaimed running to the kitchen to see what she cooked for brunch. From the smell of it, it was gonna be good. “Oh so you unpacked already” she raised a brow at me as she sat on the counter picking up a sausage link. She knew that I only finish something when I need a distraction.
“You know me too well,” I glared at her, “And you know I'm a vegetarian so where's my food?” I pouted and she laughed at me, hopping off the counter. She continued laughing as she grabbed her sausage links and headed to the living area. I was going to to let her go that easily; I walked up behind intent on letting her know how awful of a friend she was. I stopped short and shut my mouth when I saw the huge pile of what I can only assume was vegetarian pancakes. I zoomed past her and flopped down on the couch and picked up a pancake with my hands. I got halfway through the second pancake enjoying the comfortable silence between us and I realized that hotel don't stock rooms with food let alone vegetarian food. I looked up at Lisa who was smirking at me.
“Either those pancakes are fucking heavenly or you were just starving because it took you a while” I couldn't help grin and then finished the pancake. I was opening my mouth to say something when Lisa cut me off.
“This guy was carrying a shitload of groceries past my door when a bag ripped open. I was going to leave him there and go downstairs to see what was for breakfast, but with hair like his I just had to help him.” she chuckled to herself as I began to feel uneasy at the conclusion I was making. It had to be Jared. “I noticed he had some vegetarian shit and and regular human food and asked him about it,” she continued, “he was being a bitch and said it was none of my business. By now I didn't feel like going downstairs anymore and I told I wanted to buy the sausage and vegetarian pancake shit. And that is the story of how I got breakfast without leaving the thirteen floor.” Lisa finished with an smile of accomplishment plastered across her face.
“Did you get his name?” I grimaced, Lisa was too busy stuffing her face to notice. She stopped, thought for a minute and then swallowed.
“Yeah his name was Jared. Why?” the uneasy feeling quickly disappeared and I smirked at Lisa. “Dude I almost had sex with him last name.” I laughed as Lisa arched her brow. “He had pomegranate mohawk didn't he?”
“I'm pretty sure it was pink” she relied more to herself then me.
“It's pomegranate, shut the fuck up, end of the story” Lisa just scoffed.
“But do you even know who that is?” I screamed getting up and closing the distance between us. Lisa started chewing on some more sausage and she shook her head. “He is Jared Joseph Leto of 30 Seconds To Mars.” I could clearly see that she see didn't know who the fuck I was talking about; Lisa can be slow like that. I started singing 'The Kill' by them and all I could do was laugh at how her face went from recognition, to shock, to wonder and then to jealously. She wasn't into them like I was that's why she didn't recognize the name of the band or singer but she still liked their music and thought Jared had the body of a fucking god. “You almost fucked Jared Fucking Leto!” she screamed at me, nearly choking on the food still in her mouth. She started jumping up and down. I fell down from laughing at her doing her 'Happy Dance'.
“Bro calm the fuck down,” I yelled at her, when she did so I continued, “it was only a one night thing and I probably won't see him again.” Lisa got very serious.
“What do you mean 'I probably won't see him again'?” Lisa questioned with her hands out to help me up. I grabbed her hands and got up.
“I'll be too busy showing your ass around LA and Long Beach during the day and clubbing with you during the night to show Mr. Leto the time of day. Or night.” I replied as I gathered the food to throw away. I heard a sigh of agreement and saw Lisa walk into her bedroom to get her shit ready for the day.
Walking through the front doors of the hotel, I told Lisa we could either hit up the beach or the town. She grumbled something about how I never told her we were going to the beach and she had no swimsuit.
“Shut the fuck up. I buy you a fucking swimsuit today.” I shook my head as I got in the car.
As I drove past the hotel entrance, I looked at the left side view mirror just in time to see Jared following my car with those brilliant blue eyes and a smile. Maybe I could be just friends.
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I changed some things on July 7
“Wait, don't leave” turning to Jared as he propped himself up on his forearms, I could see his was pleading with his amazing blue eyes.
“I have to” I stated rather coldly and spun around on my heels and walked out of the room and searched for my clutch. I went through the living area twice and even checked the kitchen. I just wanted to leave but I needed my keys to get home.
“Looking for this” Jared voice echoed through the hotel room, which I just know noticed as quite big and luxurious. Jared stood at the door with my clutch in hand and I couldn't help but randomly wonder what band he was in.
I remove my clutch from his grip and he stepped aside to let me leave. I didn't get far from the room when I faintly he him whisper “I hope to see you again.” Turning around to face him, I'm completely taken aback at the discovery I make. In the harsh lighting of the hotel hallway, I can clearly see who I almost had sex with: Jared Joseph Leto.
I quickly turn around and practically run to the fucking elevator. Holy fuck! I just spent the night with Jared Leto of 30 Seconds To Mars! How could I have not noticed who he was back at the club. I meaning his fucking brother should have been a dead giveaway. I mean he's the only fucking man I know who has the name Shannon. I still believe I was that fucking unobservant as I made my way through the lobby and out to the parking lot only to realize that my car isn't parked anywhere.
“This is fucking great.” I utter to myself I start fishing for my phone in my bag. After emptying the contents of my purse onto a bench in front of the hotel I come to the conclusion that I don't have my phone either. I curse at myself as I trudge back into the lobby and up to the reception desk. I politely ask the lady can she ring me a cab and she does so. After fifteen minutes the receptionist tells me that the cab is outside waiting for me. I thank her and head outside ready to take my pumps back off because my feet are killing me. The whole cab I thought about how I almost had sex with Jared Leto, images of last night reappearing in my mind. When I reached my house and paid the driver I finished analyzing and reanalyzing the night before and how amazing it was and moved on to this morning. I was so confused. The way he was pleading for me to stay with his eyes I couldn't tell whether he still wanted to try to get into my panties or just wanted company. Fuck it, I won't see him again. I shimmed out of my dress when the front door was securely locked behind me. I hopped in the shower and allowed the hot water to ease my muscles and clear my head. Dressing in just a pair of ripped jeans, an oversized white t-shirt, and my beat-up classic Converses, I began unpacking. I was giving Lisa sometime to get back to her hotel room. I pulled the box marked 'Don't Touch' through the bedroom and into the back of the walk-in closet and quickly moved on. I cut off the tape to the boxes that said 'Bedroom Shit' and began setting things up. The house was already furnished so I put everything in a convenient spot and moved on to the other rooms and boxes. By three in the afternoon, I had everything put away in its place and cleaned up. I grabbed my cotton all-black bag and commenced walking to Club 6277, which wasn't far, to get my car.
I sighed while getting in the vehicle and decided it was time to check in on Lisa. Lisa could handle herself and almost never needed my help, hell she even had a permit to carry a licensed firearm and so did I just because we used to live in a shady city and needed protection. I wouldn't be surprised if I walked into her hotel room and found her being arrested for assaulting Mr. Male Model with a loaded firearm. Her excuse: “He wouldn't leave me the fuck alone so I gave him a warning.” Lisa was a bit insane and I liked it; her insanity is what attracted me to her on that one night at the infamous bar back in Jersey. As I glided through the same lobby that I couldn't stand to see I couldn't help but feel relaxed. I didn't really care anymore; one of my personality traits was that I stopped giving a fuck after a short while. I knocked on the door to Lisa's and waited. A few minutes went by and I opened my mouth to start screaming Lisa's name when the door open to find a fully dressed Lisa in pair of black short shorts, and a dark purple v-neck with her slightly curled hair pulled up in a messy bun. “Hola chica, como estas?” I questioned her with a cheeky smile even though neither of us spoke Spanish well enough to hold a conversation in the language.
“Umm bien y tu?” she replied, letting me in and closing and locking the door.
“Muy bien y mi casa se ve bien tambien!” I exclaimed running to the kitchen to see what she cooked for brunch. From the smell of it, it was gonna be good. “Oh so you unpacked already” she raised a brow at me as she sat on the counter picking up a sausage link. She knew that I only finish something when I need a distraction.
“You know me too well,” I glared at her, “And you know I'm a vegetarian so where's my food?” I pouted and she laughed at me, hopping off the counter. She continued laughing as she grabbed her sausage links and headed to the living area. I was going to to let her go that easily; I walked up behind intent on letting her know how awful of a friend she was. I stopped short and shut my mouth when I saw the huge pile of what I can only assume was vegetarian pancakes. I zoomed past her and flopped down on the couch and picked up a pancake with my hands. I got halfway through the second pancake enjoying the comfortable silence between us and I realized that hotel don't stock rooms with food let alone vegetarian food. I looked up at Lisa who was smirking at me.
“Either those pancakes are fucking heavenly or you were just starving because it took you a while” I couldn't help grin and then finished the pancake. I was opening my mouth to say something when Lisa cut me off.
“This guy was carrying a shitload of groceries past my door when a bag ripped open. I was going to leave him there and go downstairs to see what was for breakfast, but with hair like his I just had to help him.” she chuckled to herself as I began to feel uneasy at the conclusion I was making. It had to be Jared. “I noticed he had some vegetarian shit and and regular human food and asked him about it,” she continued, “he was being a bitch and said it was none of my business. By now I didn't feel like going downstairs anymore and I told I wanted to buy the sausage and vegetarian pancake shit. And that is the story of how I got breakfast without leaving the thirteen floor.” Lisa finished with an smile of accomplishment plastered across her face.
“Did you get his name?” I grimaced, Lisa was too busy stuffing her face to notice. She stopped, thought for a minute and then swallowed.
“Yeah his name was Jared. Why?” the uneasy feeling quickly disappeared and I smirked at Lisa. “Dude I almost had sex with him last name.” I laughed as Lisa arched her brow. “He had pomegranate mohawk didn't he?”
“I'm pretty sure it was pink” she relied more to herself then me.
“It's pomegranate, shut the fuck up, end of the story” Lisa just scoffed.
“But do you even know who that is?” I screamed getting up and closing the distance between us. Lisa started chewing on some more sausage and she shook her head. “He is Jared Joseph Leto of 30 Seconds To Mars.” I could clearly see that she see didn't know who the fuck I was talking about; Lisa can be slow like that. I started singing 'The Kill' by them and all I could do was laugh at how her face went from recognition, to shock, to wonder and then to jealously. She wasn't into them like I was that's why she didn't recognize the name of the band or singer but she still liked their music and thought Jared had the body of a fucking god. “You almost fucked Jared Fucking Leto!” she screamed at me, nearly choking on the food still in her mouth. She started jumping up and down. I fell down from laughing at her doing her 'Happy Dance'.
“Bro calm the fuck down,” I yelled at her, when she did so I continued, “it was only a one night thing and I probably won't see him again.” Lisa got very serious.
“What do you mean 'I probably won't see him again'?” Lisa questioned with her hands out to help me up. I grabbed her hands and got up.
“I'll be too busy showing your ass around LA and Long Beach during the day and clubbing with you during the night to show Mr. Leto the time of day. Or night.” I replied as I gathered the food to throw away. I heard a sigh of agreement and saw Lisa walk into her bedroom to get her shit ready for the day.
Walking through the front doors of the hotel, I told Lisa we could either hit up the beach or the town. She grumbled something about how I never told her we were going to the beach and she had no swimsuit.
“Shut the fuck up. I buy you a fucking swimsuit today.” I shook my head as I got in the car.
As I drove past the hotel entrance, I looked at the left side view mirror just in time to see Jared following my car with those brilliant blue eyes and a smile. Maybe I could be just friends.
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I changed some things on July 7
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