Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter Eighteen: Like A Steven King Novel

                                Chapter Eighteen: Like A Steven King Novel

~Bri~

An electric guitar, high pitched screaming, and DRUMS. That’s right! Fucking DRUMS! That’s what I woke up to this morning. Who the hell is on my bus this early?! “Christofer!” I yelled into the air, my eyes still closed. But they decided to play louder. I let out a sigh of frustration. “Christofer Drew Ingle!”

“Briana Alexa Thomas!” he yelled back before laughing.

“Ugh!” I slammed my hands down on the bed. It can’t be any earlier than ten thirty. “I’m trying to sleep!” I yelled again before rolling over. Which, probably wasn’t the best idea. I realized that when my face smacked against the floor. “Fu-u-uck.” I mumbled into the carpet.

Finally, the goddamn music slowed, then came to a stop. “Are you okay, honey?” Christofer wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling up from the floor with ease.

“I’m fine.” I brushed the dirt -that’s right, dirt- off of me. “Don’t call me ‘honey’. ”

“Fine.” he smiled, taking my face in his hands before leaning down. “Darling.” he whispered before pushing his warm lips against my cold ones. And, of course, I kissed him back. His lips didn’t have their normal smoky taste,, -which surprised me- today they had a minty/sweet taste. Probably toothpaste? Oh shit. I probably have morning breath…Ew.

I pulled back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

He pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head before titling my head up toward his. “I don‘t care.” he leaned down.

“Dude,” I put my fingers on his lips before they touched mine. “Germs.”

He rolled his eyes at me, moving my fingers away before kissing me. “I like your germs.”

I couldn’t do anything but laugh at that. I threw my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his messy hair. Yeah. I’m making out with Christofer Drew. I don’t believe it either.

“Well damn! Can she have her tousles back?!” someone yelled from behind Chris.

My eyes flew open. “Who the…?” I looked beside Christofer’s arm. “Why the hell is Hayden Kaiser sitting on my tour bus?” I raised an eyebrow at Chris. “AND Nathan Ellison? The hell?!”

He smiled. “Because--”

“DEM LOBES.” I said in aw, cutting Christofer off. Rude, it may have been, but Nathan Ellison had pretty big gauges. Like, I could probably put my thumb through the holes. Of course I was going to say something about them! It’s better than me sticking my fingers through them.

“She’s funny.” Nathan Ellison is the one who said that. His smile kinda reminded me of a chica pet…If chica pets had hair, gauges, and were super attractive. “I like her.” he smiled wider.

Chris smiled at him before looking back at me. “I like her, too.”

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“So, what are you and Julz singing for your first show?” Chris asked, as he sat next to me on the picnic table. He looked so cute in his Super Man shirt and skinny’s.

I sighed, stopping the strings on my guitar. “I think one of my really old songs. Like, I wrote it when I was 13.”

He smiled before looking at my shirt. He gave me a confused look. “Is that mine?”

“Uhhh.” I bit my lip, looking away as I blushed. “It‘s highly possible.”

He grabbed my face, gently turning it back toward him. He smiled when he saw how red my cheeks were. Ugh. I hate blushing. “Have I ever told you,” he put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me toward his face. “that you’re adorable when you blush?” he whispered into my ear. I could almost hear the smile in his voice. This kid.

“And what do we have here?” a raspy voice said from in front of us.

I was about to turn toward him, but Christofer’s hand on my cheek stopped me. “Look at me.” he whispered with a smile. But it wasn’t his normal, happy smile. This was something else mixed with it. Worry? “Keep your eyes on me, Love. Nothing else. Okay?”

I didn't think, I just nodded. Why do I trust him? I don’t know. But I have a feeling something is wrong. I’ve never seen him act like this before.

“Hey man,” Chris said to whoever was talking before. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Well you found it.” the man snickered as he slurred his words. Who the hell is this person?

“Eyes on me.” Chris said when he noticed my eyes wondering toward the strange man. How did this guy even get into the venue lot? The gates should have been locked.

“Will you tell me what the hell is going on, Chris?” I hissed in a whisper.

A soft ‘click’ came from where the man was standing.

I knew that sound. I’ve heard it before. “Was that…does he have a gun?”

Chris gave me a worried smile. “Eyes on your guitar now.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but quickly closed it when I realized what was actually happening. I think we’re about to be robbed. Which is really fucking stupid. Everyone knows musicians don’t carry money around.

“Don’t move.” he whispered to me before getting off of the table. I didn’t know if I should try to stop him, or sit just sit here. I…am assuming that he knows what he’s doing. But assumptions get you shot. Oh…that probably wasn’t the best wording.

I heard sounds of a struggle, but I didn’t take my eyes off the guitar. What the hell is going--HE’S FIGHTING THE DUDE WITH THE GUN. “Fuck no!” I jumped off of the table, dropping my poor guitar on the ground, and ran over to where they where fighting. “Stop, goddamn it!” I yelled, trying to pull them apart. Since when does Christofer know how to fight?! What happen to love is our weapon? I guess things change when a gun is being pointed at you and your girlfriend. Wait…what did I just call myself?

Chris pulled me away from the guy with the gun. However, I saw the dude hit Chris. And you know I wasn‘t having that. “He might be a lover, but mother fucker! I‘m a goddamn fighter!” I screamed at the drunk asshole as I tried to wiggle out of Christofer’s arms.

The man started running toward us with his fist clenched. Now, there were two things I heard before my face hit the ground.

One: Christofer screaming my name.

Two: A gun going off.

Cue dramatic music. Cause shit just got real.

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Author’s Note: DON’T KILL LEXI! YOU LOVE HER! DON’T KILL HER! :3 I know you’re like, “WTF LEXI?! What made you write this madness?!” well, I’ve never written anything like this. So I figured I give it a shot. Oh…bad wording. xD

I shall update VERY soon. Promise. (: Don’t forget to vomment and fan! Love you for reading! <3

-Lexi Rain