That night, when I first met Brittan on the dance floor, my only thought was to fuck her brains out so I could say, yeah I banged her. I had no idea after that night she’d flip my whole fucking world upside down.
Since our memorable night together, I’ve not been able to get her out of my head. Earlier, when I saw her looking like she’d been crying, I had an overwhelming need to comfort her. Which is fucking crazy; normally I see a chick crying and I get the hell outta Dodge!
Before I could even attempt to do anything, she took off running outside and disappeared onto her tour bus.
I spent two hours partying on Beyond Redemption’s bus before my bandmates and a few chicks we brought back with us wanted to go back to our bus. As we were all making our way through the parking lot to our bus, I had a hot chick hanging off of me, who I knew only wanted to ride on my dick and all I could think about was Brittan.
I couldn’t stop looking over at her bus, and wondering what she was doing. It was as if my body took over, and before I knew it I was telling everyone I was going to see how Brittan was. When I approached her bus, I could hear music blasting throughout. I knocked for almost five minutes, to the point my knuckles were on the verge of bleeding before I decide to let myself in.
I made my way through her bus, which, by the way, is like a fucking mansion on wheels! To top it off, she lives on the damn thing all by herself, while all of us guys are cramped on one fucking bus.
Chicks. They’re so fucking high maintenance.
I walked through the tour bus making my way to the back where her bedroom is. Opening the door, I peered in and saw she was asleep on her bed with her music so fucking loud it could have woken the dead.
As soon as I walked over to her iPod to turn it off, my stomach shot up into my throat. Sitting on her bedside table was a mirror covered in what I assumed was coke residue. Once I spotted the debit card and a Ben Franklin rolled up beside it, my assumption was confirmed.
She’s been clean almost nine months. What the hell would make her use again? She did look like shit earlier in the arena. Just the thought of what may have happened between her and that Kurt dude makes my fucking blood boil.
I noticed her crying in her sleep, so I gently sat down on her bed trying my best not to startle her awake. After calling her name a few times, she woke up. She confessed to me that she’d been dreaming about her dead fiancé, and that’s why she was crying. I decided it wasn’t the time to rip her a new one for getting high and settled on just being here for her.
I’ve never wanted, so badly in my life, to be able to take the pain away from someone just so I could end their pain and suffering.
Now here I am lying in bed with her, watching her sleep. I can’t remember the last time I just laid in bed with a woman with no fucking or foreplay involved.
This is crazy.
After lying there watching her sleep for what felt like an eternity, I finally fell asleep too. I was awoken only a few hours later to find Brittan still asleep and curled up against me.
I slowly slide out of bed and get to work cleaning up her room. The last thing I want is for her to wake up and have it be the first thing she sees.
I don’t even know where she’ll go from here. Will the tour continue? Will she go back to rehab? Why does the thought of her leaving the tour make me feel like shit?
We’ve spent the last two weeks practically ignoring each other and pretending our one night together never happened, but for some fucked up reason it’s only made me want her more, rather than make me disinterested.
I’ve learned one thing about Brittan over the last two weeks of touring with her, and that is she can’t function in the morning without coffee. I am pretty sure she’ll be sporting a doozy of a hangover when she finally drags her ass out of bed.
Digging my cell out of my jeans, I text our band’s personal assistant, Amanda, asking her to go to the closest Starbucks and get two vanilla lattes and muffins. I’d just text Brittan’s, but I don’t know the dudes number.
Just as Amanda is knocking at the door to the bus, Brittan comes stumbling out of the bedroom and heads straight into the bathroom. She does not even notice me standing in the middle of her bus. I hope she doesn’t go bat shit crazy on me for still being here.
That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that maybe the last thing she’d want is to see my face still hanging around here after the night she had.
Opening the door, I smile down at Amanda, who is now the biggest life saver. Let’s hope this scores me some Brittan points.
Reaching down I grab the coffees and the paper bag full of muffins, “Thanks, Amanda.”
“No problem, Mr. Valentine.”