Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Don't Blame Me For Being Me
Chapter 40
I see your face every time I dream On every page, every magazine So wild so free so far from me You're all I want, my fantasy
Next place we arrived to was Austin, TX. Boys planned to be here for two days. We arrived closer to the evening. The show scheduled to be only tomorrow. So each of us was busy with his own deals. Dasha was preparing to the date with Pete. I was chatting with friends in Web. Boys were in their room, I guess.
Notwithstanding I allowed myself a night with another man, I’ve still wanted Trohman. He’s been still number one for me.
So I was chatting with my friend Cesc. He’s Spanish soccer and lives in London.
{bold=he. normal=me}
- hey, darling! What’s new?
- Almost everything. Me and my friend are touring with American rock band Fall Out Boy
- hey, it’s pretty awesome, I think. How it feels?
- pretty awesome xD. What about u?
- just usual soccer life, u do know. I’m just from training. 2morrow we’ll play vs Bayern Munich.
- you’ll fly to germany? It’s cool.
- where’s your bf?
- I have nobody
- You dated with smn…what was his name?...
- It’s a deep past. I try to get a new one. He plays for FOB. But he’s sure we’re friends. Fuck!!!!!
- oh, it’s bad. I mean, it’s bad he’s sure about it. but you may try to do smth with it. you’ll get him, I’m sure *wink*
- Aww, thanks. You cheer me! u know, he’s just behind this wall…I want him…
- ……have nothing to say… xD
- Well, well…what’s about ur personal life, mister “I’m not so loveable and hot as my fans think” xDxD
- f**k u!
- okay! Carla’s okay?
- yeah, she’s fine. At my parents right now, in Spain. They need her help
- oh, it’s serious. Wedding soon? U two together for 4 years, yeah? But you, soccers, marry so late((( bastards.
- haha, yeah. Four years. Sounds beautiful…and frightening in some point xD
- yeah, it can frighten…I need that guy. And to hell what he thinks! I want him and, sorry, Cesc, unfortunately right now xD
- well, okay. Anyways I’m tired ‘cause of the training. So, good luck, hun. Have a fun tonite. Don’t forget to keep a contact.
Last Cesc’s message I read during my dressing process. Pete already came for Dasha and they were out for a long time. I envy Dasha in a good way… She has dates. She has a boyfriend. I have “my BFF” Trohman! It’s unfair. I’ll have my BF Trohman. At least just one night stand Trohman. Anyways I won’t sleep calmly while I don’t know whether Trohman is a good kisser.
Well, I dressed the best undie, put on a sexy make up (yeah, make up can be sexy) and brushed my hair making them look sexy too. After it I walked out and closed the door of my room behind me. then I made my way to the boys’ room. I didn’t care what I’d say to him, what his reaction would be. After opening the door I saw Andy who was sitting on a couch and reading.
“Hi”, I greeted him. “where’s Joe?”
“hi. He’s here. What’s up?” Andy asked.
“I wanna talk to him”, I said.
“bad idea”, he interrupted me.
“what’s wrong?” I began worrying my plans were crashed.
“you can make effort to speak with him. I did it and as you can see the reading is more interesting thing”, he smirked.
“So what’s with him?!”
“He’s drunken!”
I opened my mouth for saying smth and closed it back. Fuckin’ alcoholic. Trohman. You can spoil everything! And you keep spoiling my life…
“he’s in that room?” I asked Andy.
He nodded. I got into the next room and saw Joe sleeping on a bed. “he’s drunken? He’s dead drunk! Why today, Trohman?” I thought looking at that immovable body. He hadn’t taken off his shoes. His face was puffed. “how much he’d drank? And when he had the time?” I thought and sat down next to him. It was a fatal error. He smelled like shit! I immediately got up and walked out. I made my way to the exit door with “Bye” to Andy. Opening the door I run into Patrick who was coming in.
“oh, hey! Nice to meet you”, I said going to pass him by.
He greeted me smiling. Then I got a better idea.
“Pat, do you wanna walk out somewhere with me?” I said.
“Yeah. May be”, he replied.
“what does “may be” mean? Sure, you wanna. I’ll wait for you in the corridor”, I said.
“Right now”, I added.
“ok”, he agreed.
I run to my room and changed some clothes. I heard a knock on my door.
“come in!” I yelled putting on some shirt I’ve bought some days before. It was Patrick.
“Are you ready?” he asked standing in the doorway.
“yeah. I just wanna find my rings I usually wear”, I replied.
“oh, clear”.
“one of them is lucky”, I winked to him.
He smiled to me.
“so, I’m ready”, I stood in front of him with my mobile in my hands.
“so…you’re ready…yeah”, he studied me and said it.
“haha. You checked? So we can go?”
“yeah, sure”.
We walked out. I closed the door and locked the room.
“where do you wanna go to?” Pat asked me.
“where I’ll see drinks and hear music”, I replied cuddling to Patrick and taking his hand.
I gave the keys at reception and we walked outside to catch taxi.
I see your face every time I dream On every page, every magazine So wild so free so far from me You're all I want, my fantasy
Next place we arrived to was Austin, TX. Boys planned to be here for two days. We arrived closer to the evening. The show scheduled to be only tomorrow. So each of us was busy with his own deals. Dasha was preparing to the date with Pete. I was chatting with friends in Web. Boys were in their room, I guess.
Notwithstanding I allowed myself a night with another man, I’ve still wanted Trohman. He’s been still number one for me.
So I was chatting with my friend Cesc. He’s Spanish soccer and lives in London.
{bold=he. normal=me}
- hey, darling! What’s new?
- Almost everything. Me and my friend are touring with American rock band Fall Out Boy
- hey, it’s pretty awesome, I think. How it feels?
- pretty awesome xD. What about u?
- just usual soccer life, u do know. I’m just from training. 2morrow we’ll play vs Bayern Munich.
- you’ll fly to germany? It’s cool.
- where’s your bf?
- I have nobody
- You dated with smn…what was his name?...
- It’s a deep past. I try to get a new one. He plays for FOB. But he’s sure we’re friends. Fuck!!!!!
- oh, it’s bad. I mean, it’s bad he’s sure about it. but you may try to do smth with it. you’ll get him, I’m sure *wink*
- Aww, thanks. You cheer me! u know, he’s just behind this wall…I want him…
- ……have nothing to say… xD
- Well, well…what’s about ur personal life, mister “I’m not so loveable and hot as my fans think” xDxD
- f**k u!
- okay! Carla’s okay?
- yeah, she’s fine. At my parents right now, in Spain. They need her help
- oh, it’s serious. Wedding soon? U two together for 4 years, yeah? But you, soccers, marry so late((( bastards.
- haha, yeah. Four years. Sounds beautiful…and frightening in some point xD
- yeah, it can frighten…I need that guy. And to hell what he thinks! I want him and, sorry, Cesc, unfortunately right now xD
- well, okay. Anyways I’m tired ‘cause of the training. So, good luck, hun. Have a fun tonite. Don’t forget to keep a contact.
Last Cesc’s message I read during my dressing process. Pete already came for Dasha and they were out for a long time. I envy Dasha in a good way… She has dates. She has a boyfriend. I have “my BFF” Trohman! It’s unfair. I’ll have my BF Trohman. At least just one night stand Trohman. Anyways I won’t sleep calmly while I don’t know whether Trohman is a good kisser.
Well, I dressed the best undie, put on a sexy make up (yeah, make up can be sexy) and brushed my hair making them look sexy too. After it I walked out and closed the door of my room behind me. then I made my way to the boys’ room. I didn’t care what I’d say to him, what his reaction would be. After opening the door I saw Andy who was sitting on a couch and reading.
“Hi”, I greeted him. “where’s Joe?”
“hi. He’s here. What’s up?” Andy asked.
“I wanna talk to him”, I said.
“bad idea”, he interrupted me.
“what’s wrong?” I began worrying my plans were crashed.
“you can make effort to speak with him. I did it and as you can see the reading is more interesting thing”, he smirked.
“So what’s with him?!”
“He’s drunken!”
I opened my mouth for saying smth and closed it back. Fuckin’ alcoholic. Trohman. You can spoil everything! And you keep spoiling my life…
“he’s in that room?” I asked Andy.
He nodded. I got into the next room and saw Joe sleeping on a bed. “he’s drunken? He’s dead drunk! Why today, Trohman?” I thought looking at that immovable body. He hadn’t taken off his shoes. His face was puffed. “how much he’d drank? And when he had the time?” I thought and sat down next to him. It was a fatal error. He smelled like shit! I immediately got up and walked out. I made my way to the exit door with “Bye” to Andy. Opening the door I run into Patrick who was coming in.
“oh, hey! Nice to meet you”, I said going to pass him by.
He greeted me smiling. Then I got a better idea.
“Pat, do you wanna walk out somewhere with me?” I said.
“Yeah. May be”, he replied.
“what does “may be” mean? Sure, you wanna. I’ll wait for you in the corridor”, I said.
“Right now”, I added.
“ok”, he agreed.
I run to my room and changed some clothes. I heard a knock on my door.
“come in!” I yelled putting on some shirt I’ve bought some days before. It was Patrick.
“Are you ready?” he asked standing in the doorway.
“yeah. I just wanna find my rings I usually wear”, I replied.
“oh, clear”.
“one of them is lucky”, I winked to him.
He smiled to me.
“so, I’m ready”, I stood in front of him with my mobile in my hands.
“so…you’re ready…yeah”, he studied me and said it.
“haha. You checked? So we can go?”
“yeah, sure”.
We walked out. I closed the door and locked the room.
“where do you wanna go to?” Pat asked me.
“where I’ll see drinks and hear music”, I replied cuddling to Patrick and taking his hand.
I gave the keys at reception and we walked outside to catch taxi.