Pin-Up Paper Rockstars

"Jillian, wake up."

She groaned in response as the force against her arm continued to rock her gently.

"Jill seriously...you're a beautiful girl and all, but drooling on my t-shirt kinda takes you down a notch on the sexy meter."

"I'll say," Syn laughed as he leaned over Johnny and Jill's bodies to look at the wet spot. "What the hell did you drink last night, woman?"

She slowly opened her eyes to find those staring down at her; mocking. "Fuck off, Brian."

He laughed, stood up and headed to the back of the bus, leaving her and Johnny in peace.

"I'm sorry, Johnny." She wiped the corner of her mouth then rubbed her sweater sleeve against the wet spot on his black t-shirt even though she knew it wouldn't do any good.

"No worries, I've had plenty of those mornings," he grumbled and reached up, running his hand over his lifeless mowhawk.

They sat up together. Jill swung her legs over the side of the couch and realised she wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion. "Where the fuck, are my pants?" she stuttered, quickly glancing around the bus. Behind her Johnny laughed and moved until he was sitting beside her.

"Alright I'll admit, that's probably a first for me. What the hell did you drink last night?"

She tried to think back to the previous night but not much was coming to her. Other than Matt saying something about his blessing for her and Rev. Like she fuckin needed his blessing before she slept with someone.

"My god," she muttered and hung her head before looking up again, running her fingers through her hair. "Whiskey and Tequila I think. Bad combo for me." She leaned back into the couch and looked over at him pleadingly. "Please find my pants, Johnny."

He laughed and stood up, "you're on your own there. I like the story of you waking up with me wearing no pants."

She growled and glanced down. At least she wasn't wearing some ridiculous patterened underwear last night; just black cotton boy cut panties.

"Ahhh, and death awakens." Zacky grinned at her as he walked into the main area from the back of the bus. Dressed in PJ pants and a t-shirt he looked like he'd had an alright night. He popped open the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Need a drink?"

"That would be nice," she admitted, sitting up and reaching out as he passed her the chilly plastic bottle. "You wouldn't happen to know where my pants are would you?" she asked as she unscrewed the lid and brought the bottle to her lips.

Zacky grinned and leaned against the counter, "I don't think you want them back. Unless you can find a laundromat in the next town."

"Oh god, why?"

"You and Syn got into it again last night. I'll admit, you put up a good fight, but he's a pro. Your last shot of Tequila, you puked all over your jeans."

Jill rolled her eyes and leaned back into the couch. Figures. She would go and do something stupid like that. "Oh that's so nasty." She was tempted to just throw the jeans out. Unless she could leave them in the bag until they found a laundromat. "Brian's the devil."

"Oh, believe me. Someone challenges him and the horns come out." Zacky nodded in agreement as he stood up straight. "Want something to wear over to your bus?"

She hadn't even realised that the buses weren't moving. And it hadn't really clicked that she wasn't on her own bus, being around these guys was just becoming a natural thing.

"Where are we?"

"Stopped for breakfast." Zacky opened up the fridge again and grabbed himself a bottle of water. "Your band and Matt and Rev are in the restaurant eating."

She thought about it for a moment and decided that now was the time to make the break for her bus. Having Dustan in the restaurant meant that he wouldn't have to know she lost her pants. Even for the reason they were lost. It was just easier.

"Don't worry about it. If someone sees me in my underwear I'm sure it'll scare them off." She stood up and headed for the door of the bus, opening it up and surveying the scenery. There weren't too many people around. Plus her black Avenged hoody hung almost low enough to cover her panties.

She stepped down onto the pavement with her barefeet and began laughing as it hit her. "Zack, if anyone sees this, they're gonna think I'm a crazed fan that got laid and got to leave with a hoody as a souvenir."

Zack moved into the bus doorway and leaned against the door jam, his arms crossed over his chest as he laughed. The young girls coming out of the restaurant fixated their eyes on the bus, then on Jill and then on Zacky. She couldn't wait for them to put two and two together.

"I love our fans, but I'm gonna close the door now." He uncrossed his arms and stood up straight as Jill took another step towards her bus. "I don't blame you. See you before we head out again."

He nodded and closed the door as the girls approached. Jill kept walking, explaining herself to these girls was going to be both pointless, and irritating.

"So how was he?"

Okay she had to stop for that.

"Amazing," Jill turned around and walked backwards as she locked eyes with the Paris Hilton wanna-be who'd asked the question. "Seriously, he is probably the most amazing guy in bed. And Johnny, he's short but hung. Matt, he can just pick you up and do anything he wants with you. Syn is just mindblowing, and Rev..."

Why could she not think of anything witty. Just the truth?

"Rev is...wild."

All three of them rolled their eyes. "Alright, now we know you're lying. I mean come on, all of them? I highly doubt it."

Jill couldn't help but laugh. "Just have to know how to work it ladies." She winked and turned around, heading for her own bus. She almost made it when she was stopped again, but not by a fan.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Dustan's fingers curled around her shoulder, turning her around to face him.

"Umm, getting on the bus so I can get dressed."

"Where are your pants?"

"I honestly don't know," she punched the key code into the lock and the bus opened. "Zack said I puked on them last night. I don't know where they are...or if I want them back."

Dustan followed her up into the bus, closing the door behind them. "Trent said you guys were drinkin lots over there. Shoulda taken his advice and came and got you I guess."

"Dustan, honestly, I love you, but I'm not a litte kid." She headed down the narrow bus hallway to the bunks knowing he was right behind her.

"I know but, Jillian, you scare me sometimes. I just worry about you."

She growled under her breath and reached into her bag, grabbing a jean skirt and a clean sweater. "Now you're worried about me? This is the same Dustan who agreed with his bandmates yesterday that I was jeopardizing his band and maybe I wasn't the best for them?" She turned her back to him and grabbed onto her sweater, unzipping it and dropping it to the floor so she was standing in front of him in her bra and panties.

He sighed and leaned against the wall with his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering her backside as she pulled a clean sweater on then slipped into her jean skirt, zipping it up as she turned around to face him again. "So tell me what you want me to do? Fix me so I'm the way you like."

"Jill." It was his turn to groan as she reached down and grabbed her Avenged Sweater and tossed it onto her bunk before storming past him. "What I want is for you to think about the lifestyle you're living. I mean, christ, you could make any man the happiest on the planet, give him beautiful kids, be a great wife and mom...and yet you choose to live your life out of a bus, drinking more than you eat, passing out anywhere, posing pretty much nude in magazines - "

"Dustan." She sneered as she turned around to face him again. "I want you to think about everything you just said. Yes, I choose to live out of a bus and have this lifestyle. I don't want marriage, I don't want kids, I don't want to be tied down...to anyone."

Her final admitance made him cringe a litte. She knew she'd been more harsh than she'd needed to be, and a little dishonest.

"Alright."

She had not expected that. Her eyes locked on his as he stood up straight; reaching up with both hands and running them through his short spikey black hair before looking down at her again. "I'm gonna let you do what you want, Jill. I won't tell you I told you so. When you need help picking up the pieces, I'll be here for you." He stepped towards her, placing his hand on her side as he leaned down a little, pressing his warm lips to her forehead before moving around her to the front of the bus.

"Fuck off," she muttered when he was out of earshot. Why the hell couldn't he just get mad at her? Say what he was really feeling, show some deep seeded emotion. She knew it'd sure make her feel a hell of alot better. But instead, he'd been Dustan. The loving, caring asshole.

A moment later there was a knock on the door to shake her from her thoughts. She moved to the front of the bus and opened it up.

"Hey. I brought you breakfast."

That smile made everything else disappear. She grinned and stepped off the bus, grabbing her flip flops along the way. "Thanks, Rev."

"Jimmy," he corrected her, passing her the styrofoam container. "And I had no idea what you'd like, so..."

She opened it up and stared down at the two waffles with whip cream and strawberries.

"Oh, and this," he grabbed the bottle of orange juice from his jacket pocket.

"Looks amazing, Jimmy. Thank you." She smiled up at him then gestured to one of the picnic tables surrounding the restaurant.

"So how was your night?" she asked casually as they approached the closest table and sat down.

Jimmy sat across from her, his arms crossed as he leaned on the top of the table. "It was good, better than yours," he grinned.

"I'll take your word for it. I don't even remember mine." She sunk her fork into the soft fluffy waffle and cut a piece off before bringing it to her lips. "You guys always party this hard on tour?"

Rev nodded as she ate. "For the most part. Sometimes we have to detox for like a week," he laughed and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the old wooden picnic table top in front of her.

She nodded in understanding. "That's something I need to look into."

"I have those things that you put on your feet, sucks the toxins and shit out while you sleep. I'll give you a pair."

Jill quirked her eyebrow and looked at him. He was dead serious.

"That would be awesome, thanks."

He nodded and fiddled with his sunglasses before pushing them on top of his head. "Hey listen, all this shit that's going on with me and Matt and what could or might be going on with me and you - I'm sorry. I really didn't think it'd stir shit up. And Matt's one of my best friends and nothing will ever come between us. So I'm gonna talk to him."

"Yeah, I really bitched him out the other day too. I should really talk to him too."

Rev shook his head. "No, don't bother. It's between me and him. I'll talk to him."

She bit into one of the sweet strawberries and couldn't help but smile. "Alright."

"Good." He looked nervous as he sat up straight. "And if everything goes well with him...when we get to Jacksonville I was wondering if you'd maybe wanna grab some drinks with me after our show? You know, since we don't head out on the road till morning."

He was having a hard time asking her out on a date, and she was finding it fucking adorable and honestly, even if she didn't have a growing thing for him, there was no way she could turn him down.

"I'd love to, Jimmy."