The Sick Among the Pure
Doing All The Things That Would Make You Mad.
"Whoa! Are those hickeys on your neck!?" Ava jumped down from the stage after sound check and followed me. Rob and I exchanged looks and he was trying hard not to laugh. "No, I spilled boiling water all over me because this asshole pushed me...right Rob?" I asked raising my eyebrows and looking at him. "I swear, it was an accident!" he played along. "Damn, it looks like shit. Wear a bigger scarf for tonight's show!" Ava responded making a grossed out face. "You're supposed to make me feel better about it and say it doesn't look so bad, Ava!" I turned to her but she just shrugged. She wasn't like she used to be. "Uh oh" Rob said and I followed his eyes to see Trent looking pissed and screaming at the sound guy for the venue. "Let's go hide" I told Rob as I fixed my scarf and walked to the side away from the argument. "Too late, he's heading towards us" Rob tried to say as calmly as he could. "Rob! Can you tell this asshole that we're filming the show. Show him some fucking papers, whatever, do something so I don't rip his head off." Trent said frustrated, then looked over at me. "You, we need to talk." He said to follow me and I did. "Good luck!" Rob mouthed. Trent led me to his private backstage room.He looked nervous and paced around the room a couple of times looking really frustrated. I went up to him and stopped him, making him look up. I grabbed his face with my hands and gave him a kiss. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek and sighed. "Violet is coming tomorrow to meet us in London." he finally spit it out and I was somewhat shocked. "Oh?" I replied speechless. I knew this was going to happen, it was too good to be true. Everything always got fucked up. "I was going to-" He started saying but was cut off when Rob walked in looking very excited. "Trent, Max, come here, I have to show you something!" Trent gave him a look and I quickly walked towards Rob before Trent could say anything. "Why are you acting so surprised" he asked quietly without emotion, I rolled my eyes at him and didn't respond. Rob started to explain to us where the cameras were set up, which angles they're filming from, and all that bullshit. I pretended I was paying hard attention but I felt Trent's eyes burning on me. "Sounds good. I'm gonna go get ready." I told the both of them after Rob finished speaking. Trent grabbed my arm lightly but I pulled it away and kept on walking. Once outside I ran in the bus and up my bunk, calling Maynard. "Hey Max, can't talk now" there was a moan and some shuffling and lightly I heard him moan "Violet!". I was shocked but wasn't sure if I heard the right thing. I smiled to myself hoping that she was cheating on Trent. A few minutes later I jumped when my bunk curtains slammed open. Trent stood there looking angry. "This is not a good fucking day, please don't make it worse!" He yelled looking really pissed off. I smiled and slid down so I could be on the same eye level as him. "You make me want you even more when you're angry..." I whispered and bit his lower lip, lightly running my tongue along it. He was breathing heavily and not responding so I pushed him against the bunks, pressing my body against him and kissing him all over. He stood still with his eyes closed and mouth open, I needed to get him excited. I slowly ran my hand down his chest to under his pants. He turned stiff and opened his eyes, giving me a mysterious look. I pulled him out and started to lower my head. As soon as I put him in my mouth he quickly picked me up and placed me against the wall, one of his arms pinned me to the wall and the other one was on my waist. "What are you doing?" he asked making a face that I haven't seen before. I sensed disappointment in it though. "You said you were having a bad day, just trying to make it better." I whispered close to his lips. "A second ago you were mad at me..." he said pulling his pants up. "I know, but then I called Maynard and he was fucking Violet, so Im all better now." I walked towards the living room and went to grab a water, smirking on the way. "What is your problem Max. Stop making shit up." He sighed as he followed me. "I'm pretty sure he moaned her name after he thought he hung up." Trent stood there just staring at me with a confused and shocked expression. "You know, you're making me believe you're one of those crazy bitches that twist and turn until they get what they want..." he said with disbelief and walked out of the bus. What a fucking asshole, I thought and went to my bunk. I shouldn't be crying over this, he'll find out the truth one way or another.
Trent's Pov
I was watching Max on stage for the first time since we were in California. She was still just as good and if not better. She wore her famous revealing shirt, probably to piss me off. Her words about Violet and Maynard kept on running through my head, I was almost afraid to believe her. Max was driving me insane and I was getting angry just looking at her. I needed to fuck her, do anything to get her out of my system. Fuck braking up with Violet, Max was only playing games. I looked down and noticed that Rob was gladly taking pictures of her as she posed on stage. There was one problem with the show, there was no connection whatsoever between Max an the rest of the band. She stayed alone and did what she wanted to do. I saw her walk off stage past me, looking at the ground afraid to glance up. I walked in after the whole band and noticed that she disappeared. "Great show you guys" I commented getting a few thanks and a wide smile from Ava. She was slowly beginning to creep me out. I paced around the room a couple of times feeling a lot more nervous for the show then usual. I had too much on my mind and I wasn't focusing clearly. I turned around when the smell of cigarettes passed me by and saw Max putting on her fur jacket. "Max wanna come to this club after our set?" I watched as Jeordie slowly walked up to her. "I can't, I have other plans. I'm sorry Jeordie, next time." she said and he nodded. "Are you gonna watch our set?" he asked and Max turned around slowly catching me staring at the both of them. I turned away and pretended to be thinking about something. "Fine, I'll watch a few songs." she said in a flirtatious tone. "Look at this sick shot!" Rob ran over to me excited and showed me an incredible picture of Max with the band lined up behind her. I nodded and he frowned, rolling his eyes and walking over to show it to Max and Jeordie, Ava eventually wondered over to see what all the fuss was about. "Your legs look too long" she commented. "That's the whole point, she looks like a sexy villain with a natural fantastic body and you guys are her slaves" Rob snapped back at Ava. I couldn't hear any more of this so I walked off to see if the roadies were done setting up yet. Eventually we went on stage and it was the worst gig so far this tour. I fucked up and destroyed some of the arena's equipment, getting shit immediately after the show. "Fuck off, I'll pay for everything!" I yelled and they all shut up. I saw Max closing the exit door as she left. I grabbed all my shit and followed. "Brett deal with this shit" I said to him and walked out. Max was smoking a cigarette, walking around and looking up at the falling snow. She quickly looked at me when I came out and I glared at her, wanting to tell her that whatever happened on stage was her fault. But that would be too childish of me. Our eyes were locked for the longest time and I know I gave her the nastiest look I could make because she rolled her eyes and went into the bus before me. She walked upstairs slipping off her jacket, her breasts visible from the side. She perfectly knew what she was doing. I walked after her to see that she slipped right into her bunk, closing the plastic doors. I opened quickly and she screamed, covering her naked chest with the white t-shirt. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked grabbing the blanket and putting it up to her chin. "From now on, we have a new rule..." I said trying to focus and not think about her breasts. "And what would that be, boss?" she asked hypnotizing me with her eyes. "You wear full shirts that cover your whole chest. No revealing clothes." I said angrily and she let out a laugh of disbelief. "If you can't handle some cleavage then that is not my problem, I'm doing it for the fans." she snapped back glaring at me. "No fucking wonder everyone called you Maynard's whore!" I let out a laugh and shut her fucking door closed.
Trent's Pov
I was watching Max on stage for the first time since we were in California. She was still just as good and if not better. She wore her famous revealing shirt, probably to piss me off. Her words about Violet and Maynard kept on running through my head, I was almost afraid to believe her. Max was driving me insane and I was getting angry just looking at her. I needed to fuck her, do anything to get her out of my system. Fuck braking up with Violet, Max was only playing games. I looked down and noticed that Rob was gladly taking pictures of her as she posed on stage. There was one problem with the show, there was no connection whatsoever between Max an the rest of the band. She stayed alone and did what she wanted to do. I saw her walk off stage past me, looking at the ground afraid to glance up. I walked in after the whole band and noticed that she disappeared. "Great show you guys" I commented getting a few thanks and a wide smile from Ava. She was slowly beginning to creep me out. I paced around the room a couple of times feeling a lot more nervous for the show then usual. I had too much on my mind and I wasn't focusing clearly. I turned around when the smell of cigarettes passed me by and saw Max putting on her fur jacket. "Max wanna come to this club after our set?" I watched as Jeordie slowly walked up to her. "I can't, I have other plans. I'm sorry Jeordie, next time." she said and he nodded. "Are you gonna watch our set?" he asked and Max turned around slowly catching me staring at the both of them. I turned away and pretended to be thinking about something. "Fine, I'll watch a few songs." she said in a flirtatious tone. "Look at this sick shot!" Rob ran over to me excited and showed me an incredible picture of Max with the band lined up behind her. I nodded and he frowned, rolling his eyes and walking over to show it to Max and Jeordie, Ava eventually wondered over to see what all the fuss was about. "Your legs look too long" she commented. "That's the whole point, she looks like a sexy villain with a natural fantastic body and you guys are her slaves" Rob snapped back at Ava. I couldn't hear any more of this so I walked off to see if the roadies were done setting up yet. Eventually we went on stage and it was the worst gig so far this tour. I fucked up and destroyed some of the arena's equipment, getting shit immediately after the show. "Fuck off, I'll pay for everything!" I yelled and they all shut up. I saw Max closing the exit door as she left. I grabbed all my shit and followed. "Brett deal with this shit" I said to him and walked out. Max was smoking a cigarette, walking around and looking up at the falling snow. She quickly looked at me when I came out and I glared at her, wanting to tell her that whatever happened on stage was her fault. But that would be too childish of me. Our eyes were locked for the longest time and I know I gave her the nastiest look I could make because she rolled her eyes and went into the bus before me. She walked upstairs slipping off her jacket, her breasts visible from the side. She perfectly knew what she was doing. I walked after her to see that she slipped right into her bunk, closing the plastic doors. I opened quickly and she screamed, covering her naked chest with the white t-shirt. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked grabbing the blanket and putting it up to her chin. "From now on, we have a new rule..." I said trying to focus and not think about her breasts. "And what would that be, boss?" she asked hypnotizing me with her eyes. "You wear full shirts that cover your whole chest. No revealing clothes." I said angrily and she let out a laugh of disbelief. "If you can't handle some cleavage then that is not my problem, I'm doing it for the fans." she snapped back glaring at me. "No fucking wonder everyone called you Maynard's whore!" I let out a laugh and shut her fucking door closed.