❈ Rock Paper Scissors ❈

i was sitting inbetween freddie and tom on the couch near the big window on the bus. eric had a bowl of popcorn on his lap that he was sharing with jeff. "yo eric!" freddie said. "what?" eric tried to say with a mouthfull of popcorn. "can you get me a poptart? pretty please!" freddie blinked his eyes exsessivly. eric starred at him "what? no way, man!" freddie hit the arm of the couch. "come on eric! you got your fat ass up to make yourself popcorn! be a pal and get me a poptart!" eric threw a handful of popcorn in fred's direction. most of it landed in his frizzy hair. fred shook out his hair "prick!" the tainted popcorn landed on the floor. "hey, you gonna pick that up, fred?" tom said, pointing to the pile of popcorn on the floor. "no! eric will after he gets me my poptart!" eric set the bowl of popcorn on jeffs lap "oh my fuckin god! lazy son of a bitch!" he got up from his seat and reached into the cabnit above his head. fred laughed "aww phank chu errrriic!" eric took down a box of poptarts and looked inside. "this is the last one." he informed fred. "damn! well, hand it over!" eric took the poptart out of the box. "hey! what if i wanted it.." i said, not really caring weather i got the last poptart or not. just for the entertainment of seeing fred complain. he starred at me "kayla....dont EVEN joke around like that!" tom laughed "come on fred, let her have the damn poptart!" fred tried reaching for the poptart in erics hand, but eric had already pulled it away. "rock paper scissors for it" he said. fred looked at me "what? no! its my poptart! now hand it over!" eric shook his head "you have to be fair fred!" jeff laughed "doesnt it come with two?" fred starred "so?" "well, just share it..." kindergardeners shared better than we did. sharing didnt exsist to us. "share?! i dont think so!" i held out my hand. "come on freddie, its not THAT bad.." eric stood infrount of us "okay! on its gonna go like this, on the count of three, shoot! okay? the classic 1,2,3 shoot!" freddie slowly held out his hand. "okay, 1" freddie watched my hand. "2" i watched his hand just as carefully. "3!" at that moment, me and freddie quickly dealt out our choises. freddie had paper, and i had rock. freddie lifted up his arms and yelled "boya!" he tried reaching for the poptart again. eric pulled it away for the second time. "best two out of three..." freddie started to get annoyed "no! i won fair and square! now give me the damn poptart!" i gave up "just let him have the poptart. i didnt really want it anyway, i was just kiddin." eric went back to his seat "you sure?" i nodded my head. eric through the poptart at freddie "there" fred opened the package "YEEESSSSS..." he put the package of poptarts up to his nose "strawberry!"

❈ Hide And Go Seek ❈

the last time i wore a skirt, i was 7 years old.. its been 9 years since then and this is my first time wearing a skirt. i starred the plastic chair that was connected to my desk. i have forgotton how to sit! i slowly eased my way into the chair and crossed my legs under the desk. after finding a comfortable position i saw the door swing open. fred slid across the tile floor in his high top reebok sneakers. he tossed me a metallic object. i caught it. i knew instantly what i was holding. this was the shirt that i had lost last night! i was late to school trying to look for it! "HOLY SHI- fred! where did you find it?!" i hid the shirt under the desk. "in the bus!" "what in the world was it doing there?!" fred laughed "i dont know!" he turned around and started to leave. "fred!!" he turned around "what? i gotta go!" i needed to ask him something.. but the whole class was watching. i wasnt going to talk to freddie about this insident in public.. "why? whats the rush?" he turned back around and opend the door "i gotta go! cya!" "freddie!!" he left the classroom. i quickly opened my backpack and shuvved the shirt in behind my history textbook.

❈ Dime ❈

cheyenne sat in the chair next to the window. her arms were crossed and she looked around the hotel room. she made sure not to look at me. thats when i wondered what was going on.. i was walking down the street to the bar when i got a call from cheyenne telling me turn around and go back to the hotel. nikki took my arm. "i want you to close your eyes, okay?" i shook my head "no.. i dont wanna close my eyes!" i screamed. he held on tighter to my arm. "hold still!" he wrapped a plastic tube around my arm and tied it in a knot. "what are you doooooing?" cheyenne crossed her legs and bounced one leg up on down, still not looking at me. nikki took a needle and jammed it into my arm. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!????!" "SHHH" he said, digging the needle deeper. i didnt know what was going on at that point. for some reason i started crying. nikki took the needle out of my arm and cut the plastic tube with his knife. cheyenne stood up "this wasnt a good idea, nikki! i take it back!" nikki layed me down on the bed "cheyenne, you cant take it back. she will be fine!" my head was spinning and i couldnt feel anything. i layed on the bed, still as a rock, starring up at the ceiling listening to them talk. "but what if she isnt?! oh my god, dont tell me thats gonna bruise! tom cant see that!!" "cheyenne, its OKAY! it will only leave a small mark, just put a band aid over it before you leave." i started to loose focus on the room. the ceiling was growing closer and the walls were moving closer. i didnt have the energy to scream nor move.

❈ Freddie The Biker ❈

"AHH guys, check this out!" fred yelled from around the corner. eric rolled his eyes "what now fred?" cheyenne hooked onto erics arm "eric, why are you in such a crabby mood?" Fred came around the corner with a bike. "really fred? a bike?" tom asked. jeff laughed "hey man! thats mine!" "really?" eric asked. "no!" fred sat on the leather seat. "ooo its like the seat is shaped for my butt! its perfect!" jeff laughed harder "what?" fred pulled the frount of the bike up by the handle bars and made "vroom vroom" noises. cheyenne laughed "freddie! what on earth are you doing?" tom laughed "he's playing!" fred put the frount tire back on the ground "will someone ride with me?" "where are they gonna sit? the handle bars?" i said sarcastically. freds face lit up "perfect! get on the handle bars!" jeff held his chest in laughing agony. "noooo. i am NOT sitting up there!" "why not?" first, i thought of how it was possiable to get up there in these heels. second, i bet i couldnt keep my balance. id flop off! "just- no!" "come on kayla, get on the bike!" eric said, hopeing to get some entertainment. "i wont let you fall!" fred added. "i dont see how this is funny." fred played with the breaks "come on kayla! it will be fun!" i looked over to tom. tom didnt have anything to say about this. fred caught me looking at tom. "tom! tell her that she can ride!" "i dont know fred.. she could hurt herself" see, even tom knowns im clumsy! im BOUND to fall off! "i wont let her fall! ill be real careful. ill go slow, not make sharp turns, and i wont brake hard!" tom thought "well i guess.." "tom!" if this was a few days ago, i would have been the first one to volonteer to sit on freddie's handlebars. now i dont want anything to do with him! "what? im sure fred wont bump you off just to see you break your neck!" fred smiled "of course not!" eric pushed me to the bike "just get on the damn bike, hard headed woman!" cheyenne laughed. i know eric jokes alot, but he can be a real pain in the ass! i looked at the bike. not knowing how to get on. "i have 1 problem.. how do i get on this thing?" fred laughed "just step on this bar and jump up." i looked at the thin metal bar "i dont think i can.." fred grabbed my waist "then we can do this. on the count of 2 jump." "why 2?" "its something different- just do it" "im gonna laugh if he misses! just like-picks her up and tryies to get her on the bike real quick, and he drops her a little to far to the left!" eric said. "shut up, eric! your gonna jinx it!" i yelled back. "2!" "hey! but-" before i knew it i was sitting on the handle bars. "oh...." he laughed "told ya it would work." "yeah, hes done this before" eric added. fred put his feet on the peddles. "okay! here we go!" "oh my god.." tom laughed "you will live!" "oh do you re-" before i could finish talking fred sped away. "oh my god!" i grabbed ahold of freds hands on the handle bars. he laughed "keep your balance, wouldnt want you to fall" "you WANT me to fall! thats your plan! you planted this bike there so you could kill me!" he laughed harder "relax! i dont want to kill you!" he pulled the breaks and the bike slid. i slid forward, just catching myself short of falling on freds lap. "I SWEAR TO FUCKIN GOD FRED!!" he laughed, liking the tourture he was causing me. "NOT FUNNY!" this only made him laugh harder. "relax!" i held on to his hands tighter. "see, isnt this fun!" "oh, tons!" i said sarcastically. we started moving again. the boyish smile on freds face made me laugh. "see, you ARE having fun!" a little part of me HATED this! i told myself that i would hate freddie, and never have ANYTHING to do with him EVER again! but the other little part was enjoying this.

❈ Back to Back ❈

this morning was the first time in history that tom has woken up before me. i put on one of toms t-shirts and went to find him. he was sitting indian style on the couch with the laptop on his lap. an empty bowl on ceral was laying on the coffee table ontop of a coaster. i sat next to tom. "whatcha doin?" i gave him a goodmorning kiss. "i was uh-looking at the website." "for what?" he pointed to an article "look what someone posted" i read threw the post that was written by someone who went by the name 'peach19'. "what are they talking about?" tom closed the laptop and set it on the arm of the couch "apprently im making out with eric wail i eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.." he said it so naturally. "what?" he laughed "i dont know. crazy people who imagine me making out with eric." "i see." i looked down at the shirt i was wearing. i noticed the tag sticking out of the collar. "OH MY GOD!" tom looked at me "whats wrong?" i laughed at myself. tom just starred, wondering if i had gone nuts. "kayla?" i tucked my arms into the shirt. "I PUT MY SHIRT ON BACKWARDS! WOW! IM AN IDIOT!" he laughed as i pulled the frount of the shirt to my chest and slid my arms back threw the sleaves. "oh my god.." "i know! like- last month after i had spent the day going places, i noticed i had two different shoes on!" he laughed harder. "i have NEVER met anyone as ditzy as YOU!" "i get it from my mother.." he puts his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "dork.."

❈I See The Devil And Hes Lookin At Me ❈

" Look in the mirror, what do i see? i see the devil and hes lookin at me! " ~ LA Guns { Nikki } My last look at cheyenne was the view as she was walking out of my house. i could have done a better job talking to her if the guys weren't here. they ruined everything! i looked over to tommy. he was spread out across the floor. he layed on his arms as he starred at the light fixture. "yo t-bone! dont tell me you snorted all of this!" he didn't bother to look at me "vince did it!" vince was sitting on the couch with his pants around his ankles, drinking a bottle of rum. my own house then became to crowded. i threw my bottle of jack across the room. it hit the wall and shattered on the floor. "get out of my house! now! all of you!" tommy sat up and said "no way man!" i screamed and pulled out my hair "get out of my fuckin house!" mick was the first to get up and leave. vince and tommy just starred at me. i pulled out more of my hair and screamed louder "out of my fuckin house you bastards!!" i grabbed vince's bottle of rum out his hands and threw it through the t.v. i had to show them that i really meant buisness. they then rolled their eyes and walked out of my house. i took out of my secret stash, hidden in the post of my bed, and crawled into my closet. from there, the night was going to be spent hiding from little green men and swat teams.

❈Round & Round ❈

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYHx7KnuUFA juan, the frizzy haired bassist, remindes me so much of jeff... the extreame jeff! like- the way they dance is similar, and their hair is frizzy... right? { jeffers } i was the first one to wake up this morning. like every morning, i first ate a bowl of orange slices wail i starred out the window of the moving bus. the last sign i saw said "Sierra Vista". if i remember correctly, i would say that we are in arizona. we played 8 shows in california this week. we are leaving california to go to jacksonville flordia. playing 4 shows there, then driving to seattle. after seattle, i dont know where we go. destinations are so hard to keep track of when your traveling by bus. with airlines, if you are going out of the country they warn you about the different laws and tell you if you have any drugs on you, you better get rid of them QUICK! on the bus, they just tell us what time the bus is leaving and that we better get our ass's on the bus before it leaves! i only know where we are going because robin keeps me updated. she ripped out an article from a magizine that listed all our dates and when we would be in what part of the country. she keeps me informed. i dont feel bad for giving the guys the silent treatment. why should i? i didnt have to tell them that i married robin for them to judge the whole idea! they gave me shit like "you cant love someone if you have only known them for a few months! it takes years!" come on tom, its not the fuckin 50s! that may have been the case 30 years ago, but times are changing. its perfectly okay to run off with your girlfreind and elope in vegas! its a common thing now-a-days. tom is just to old fashioned to notice things like that. "your to young!" another common thing kids do now-a-days is get married before they turn 30! i dont see a problem with that. im 25, and robin is 23. i mean- its not like i knocked her up and im being forced to marry her! im doing it because i love her! sure, when tom said all of this, he wasnt nessasarily pointing it towards me. he was going on about someone named jack and jill. if thats the way he REALLY feels about it, then im as sure as hell not gonna tell him the truth! not until he accepts the fact that there is nothing wrong with it! its his problem! if he wants to know so bad, then he needs to get over the whole "i love lucy" type of family crap! which, i cant stand! lucy is such a cry baby.. if i were rick, i would want to fuckin ship her off to Nova Scotia!

❈ If I Could Turn Back Time ❈

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEszTzdUMcY The discovery was made when i noticed Nikki Sixx Talking to peter, Jeff's new guitar tech. When i saw Nikki, i ran to find Cheyenne. I had to tell her to watch her back. Whos knows what can happen if She runs into him! "Cheyenne! we have a problem!" i was running out of breath. i had run around the entire back stage area twise, looking for her! she starred at me like i was crazy. "what are you talking about?" i took my time trying to get my breath back. she waited. "okay! cheyenne, nikki is here! i just saw him talking to peter!" she didnt awnser me at first. she starred right past me. "cheyenne! helllooo! we have a problem here!" "yeah! i heard you the first time!" "so what are you gonna do?!" she looked around. " i dont know! does eric know he's here?" "want me to ask!?" i said sarcastically. she glared at me "your not helping!" "well, all i can say is, HIDE!" she shook her head "im not going to hide! im going to talk to him!" "nooo your not!" tom came up to us. "hey girls." cheyenne smiled "hey tom. just in time, i was just leaving." i grabbed her arm before she could walk off. "no! she wasnt. she was actually just telling me that she is gonna spend the ENTIRE night right by my side! isnt that right cheyenne?" she pulled away from my grip. "no!" she walked away. "damn it!" tom starred at me. "is something wrong?" "of course not. what could possiably be wrong?" he changed the subject. "you know, motley crue is suppost to be here tonight." i acted like i didnt already know "oh really? why is that?" "apparently they are doing this drug thing to." i tried to change the subject, but it didnt go as smoothly. "where did you get that hat?" tom adjusted his hat. "i found it in one of our wardrob cases." at that moment i heard "hey bear!" i turned around to see vince neil. tom pointed to vince "do you know him?" of course, tom knew vince, but i wasnt suppost to. vince came up and pushed me against the wall. too shocked to react, i followed along as he stuck his tonuge down my throat. he grabbed my hair and pulled it back. soon enough i felt him being dragged away. tom them pushed him aside and punched him in the face. i stood there, watching. not knowing what the right thing to do was. after vince stormed off, tom turned to me "what the fuck was that?!?!" "he has fucking issues!!" i was just as suprised and pissed as tom. "how do you know him? why did he call you bear?!" "look- if i tell you, you CAN NOT tell eric! promise me!" he shook out his hand "that fucker has a fuckin hard head!" "tom! listen!" he rubbed the hand he hit vince with as i told him what had happend. he starred at me for a good 5 minuetes before he said ".....................your not serious?" "tom! this IS serious!" he laughed at me "kayla.." "what!!" i had a hard time trying to explain, and now hes laughing at me! this is cheyennes problem, not mine! yet im involved! damn her..

❈ Once Upon A... ❈

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Eric has been talking about this girl that he met at the scout bar for a few weeks now. if i remember correctly, her name is Cheyenne. i try to ignore him talking about her as much as i can. its really annoying to hear nothing but things about some girl out of eric. Tom told eric that he wanted to meet this Cheyenne girl. At first eric was excited, but as it grew closer to the day, he grew more nervous. it was obvioiuse. eric would try to pospone the meeting by saying things like "i have a dentist opoitment on friday.. we cant do it!" and tom would come back with "cancel it. you knew we had plans this friday. we are going to meet your girlfriend, weather you like it or not." soon enough, friday arrived. i wasnt too excited to meet this girl. i barley knew eric. i would say i have only known for a month at the most. i didnt know if he was the type of guy who played girls, was just in it for the sex, or he actually was in it for the relationship. i had no clue! but it couldnt be that great of a relationship. they met at a bar, got drunk and had sex all in the same night. the very same night in which they met for the first time! but, who am i to judge. been there, done that. she could be a sweet girl who just got a little out of hand. or a slut that obviously didnt get far enough. in my head, i pictured cheyenne to be a tall, tan dark haired model from some forgien country. i thought that type of girl would look cute with eric. I mean- most rock starts DO date models.. i imagined her to be prissy with an attitude. maybe irish or german. a girl who was able to hold down her beer. possably with a weak accent. when Cheyenne walked threw the door, i saw the oppisate. her blonde hair layed against her pale skin. she didnt look she has hit the 5'5 mark on a tape measure. she stood in the doorway with her skin tight pants and leather boots. her makeup was dark but polished. she slouched as she stood. her posture lacked in her back. seeing her stand next to eric was comical. eric being just about a foot taller than her made it seem like she was shorter than she really was. too busy judging her apperance and not paying enough attension to relize that anyone was talking, tom nudged me with his elbow "kayla, this is cheyenne. say hi." "huh?" i snapped out of it and said "oh, hey. im kayla. tom's girlfreind. its nice to meet you. should be great to have a girl around here for once." trying my best to be polite, because thats how much of a good person i am. when she spoke, i relized that she didnt have an accent. her voice was deeper than i thought it would be. her laugh echoed through the room. it was loud and sometimes contained a few snorts. some would call it obnoxious, but it reminded me of my grandmothers laugh, her's also being very loud. it sounded like she didnt hold back when she laughs. she lets it all out. a real hearty type of laugh.

❈ Love Is A Battlefield ❈

tom reached for the horn. "tom! dont honk at them! thats rude!" he stopped just before hitting the horn on the sterring wheel. "but kayla! they wont move the fuck out of my way! this asshole infrount of me is pissing me off! he needs to move his ass! pick a direction-fucking dickhole!" he slammed his back into the seat and took a deep breath. "tom, whats your hurry?" "FUCK! see, i TOLD you we wouldnt make this light!" he put the car in park. "i just want to get there before your uncle leaves." "my uncle is there?" "thats what your dad said.." jeff rolled down his window and stuck his head out the window. "its so stuffy in here" eric put his arm around cheyenne and asked "why do we have to go to your grandmothers? this is fuckin stupid!" fred turned to eric and awnsered "because she invited us." "exactly! and you guys like going to my grandmothers..." i added. "its okay eric. we can go in her hot tub!" cheyenne made sure to get a point in. "and my aunt is making our secret family recipie for macoroni and cheese." eric then accepted it. "fine. i guess it wont be THAT bad.. lets just not stay more than a few hours." "FINALLY!" tom took the car out of park and set it in drive. "i SWEAR, if we dont make this light, im going to fucking get out of this car and beat the shit out of this person infrount of me!" i have never witnessed tom's road rage... and i gotta say, its pretty gnarly. as the light turned yellow, tom sped up to past the light. "WOO! we made it!" "congratiluations" fred said. tom turned on the radio. "107.5 tenessee's classic hit station. music from the 70s and 80s. pat benetar right now with 'love is a battlefield'." when the song started tom turned it up. i watched as he hummed the words. fred laughed at the exspression on my face. i found it WEIRD to see tom hummng the words. also, the fact that he KNEW the words. fred soon started singing and moving around in his seat. jeff kept his head out the window, trying to ignore what was happening inside the car. cheyenne was the next to sing along. eric tried to sing along, but messed up on the words. he soon gave up. i sat in the passenger seat, wanting to laugh and crawl into the glove box all at the same time! it was cute to see them singing to a pat benetar song, but it was discusting to see them singing it.. you know?

❈ Twins ❈

The band and i were in the record company lounge waiting to speak to ray. we entertained ourselfs with the world magizines on the wooden table next to the couch. eric flipped through the pages of an african culture magizine. he came to a page with an interesting picture and stopped. he laughed to himself. "look!" he showed the picture to us and pointed at a person in some sort of weird feather-like tribal cloack. their face was painted white with black markings around the eyes. the lips were oddly misshapen. the hair went to their hips and was dyed a white. the hair just about stood straight out. fred starred at the photograph. "what is that? is that a person?" eric laughed "i dont know!" he read the selection out loud "blah blah blah african tribal ceramony. blah blah blah headress of white. blah. yes. yes it is a person, fred." eric looked closer at the picture. "it looks like kayla!" fred laughed and clapped his hands together. tom was now interested. "let me see that!" he took the magizine away from eric and looked at the photograph. "it does not!" eric laughed harder. "give that back! i found it first!" he grabbed the magizine away from tom and continued "of course it looks like kayla! look at the hair! they are identical!" i rolled my eyes. for adults, they acted more like junior high students. eric flipped through a few more pages. he laughed "no! i change my mind! this looks more like kayla! this is like- her twin!" he pointed to a picture of a cow eating the grass of an abondaned feild. "very funny eric!" tom said as he grabbed the magizine away for the second time. "enough of this. its getting annoying!" he closed the magizine and threw it back onto the table. "now i want you guys to just sit there- like good little kids- and wait for ray!" tom crossed his arms and watched the hallway. eric stretched. his arms flew up in the air and then stretched behind his back. "oh my god..im so tired!"