Pin-Up Paper Rockstars

Jillian clung onto Syn's arm, his large hand gripped by her own smaller one. She was drunk. Actually, Syn was drunk, Jill was fucking hammered.

"Dude," Zacky pulled the beer bottle in his hand from his lips and locked eyes with Rev. "She's fuckin annihilated."

"I know," Rev sighed. He'd tried his damndest to stay relatively sober, and compared to Jill, he was a fucking anti-alcohol saint. "I need to get her to bed."

"I think it's time for bed." Syn tightened his arm around her, damn near picking her up with one arm as he stood. She pouted but never protested as he held her against his body.

Rev managed to stand up beside Matt. The mass of people on the bus was amazing. Somewhere along the line, they'd aquired a few fans, those who'd waited till the bitter end to meet them. Now they were partying with them. A party that they were all gonna pay for when it came time to head out in the morning.

"There's a half bunk back there if anyone wants it." Matt stated non-chalantly. A few girls near the front giggled and screamed, trying to push their way back towards him. Rev rolled his eyes. He knew Matt had mentioned it so that maybe Syn would take Jill back there. But that wasn't gonna happen. Matt could have one of the fans.

"Jimmy, I need just one more drink." Jill smiled and reached out of him. He laughed as he caught her expression. If it hadn't been for Syn, the girl would be flat on her ass.

"You don't need anymore." Jimmy stood up straight and motioned Syn towards the bunks. "It's bed time."

She struggled in Brian's arms and tried to get away. Reaching for the drink she'd set on the counter an hour before but forgot about it in minutes only to remember it now. It was amazing how the drunken brain worked.

"I'm good, Jimmy. Really I am," she stammered and tried to gain her footing. That gave her enough leverage to reach her drink.

"Jillian. No more fucking around, let's go." He gestured back towards the bunks with a nod of his head.

"James," she giggled and stood still, locking eyes with him. "I like the way you're put together."

Syn couldn't help but laugh as he turned and helped her towards the back of the bus. Jimmy was right behind them.

"Goodnight, Jillian." Brian let her go once she had a hold of the edge of Jimmy's bunk.

"Night." She replied softly.

"Thanks man." Jimmy and Brian shared their handshake before Brian headed back towards the front of the bus.

"Jimmy," Jill laughed. "I can't pull myself up there."

Rev groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up into his bunk as she crawled in, narrowly missing her head. He climbed in behind her and pulled the curtain closed. He could almost hear the whispers and feel the stares but at the moment he didn't care. He'd deal with that in the morning. Right now he had a tattooed rockstar in his bunk. And honestly, how often was a rockstar climbing into another rockstar's bed?

Amazingly, he found enough peace in her soft breathing to fall asleep. But when she roled over and her small body fit against his perfectly, that jolted him awake. The fact that she couldn't keep her hands to herself was also very quickly catching his attention.

"Jimmy?" The word came soft and caressed his lips like the whiskey had. "Kiss me."

He couldn't explain the urge he felt. At that moment everything kicked into overdrive. She may have wanted a make-out session, but she'd let the genie out of the fucking bottle and there way he was going back in.

* * *

Rev groaned and hung his head in his hands. Fuck he hated what whiskey did to him. Turned him into an animal every time.

Actually, that wasn't entirely true. Whiskey had turned Jillian into an animal, and he was pretty sure that if he hadn't been willing, he would have been raped. Not that he would have complained about that either. Hell, it'd be easier to explain. Especially to someone who was livid with the situation.

And Matt, was fucking fuming. If Rev hadn't been able to see the smoke rolling outta Matt's ears, he might not of noticed. But now that he had the general idea, he could see in every gesture and expression just how pissed Matt was.

"Yo, Rev." Johnny pounded on the doorframe as he glanced at his friend. "Sound check buddy."

Rev nodded and pulled himself up from the bench in their dressing room. Now he just had to face Matt.

* * *

"Okay," Jill crossed one leg over the other and folded the Cosmopolitin magazine in her hand before laying it on her lap. "I think about you more than you realize. I just don't phone or e-mail you every time it happens."

"True." Kyle popped a few skittles into his mouth. He was leaning against the counter in their dressing room munching on a bag of skittles as they waited to begin their set.

"I never tell my guy friends details about our sex life - "

"Excuse me?"

Jill looked up from the magazine to see Dustan glancing between herself and Kyle.

"What's going on?" he pressed.

Realizing it must've sounded bad to walk into Jill couldn't help but giggle. "I"m reading fifty things guys wish their girls knew. And Kyle is telling me if they're true or not."

"Oh." Dustan smiled sheepishly and approached the mirror. "Continue then."

Jill watched him pick up his hair gel before returning her attention back to the magazine. "I never tell my guys friends details about our sex life. But I make sure they know that I'm getting it regularly, and I'll lie about how hot it is to show off."

Kyle laughed and stood up straight. "Totally."

Dustan turned to him, pulling his hand from his hair. "Serious? You'd lie about how hot it is?"

"Well I'm not going to tell them that the sex I'm getting is lame."

"Dustan, you wouldn't ever lie about how hot the sex is?"

He turned back to Jill with a serious look upon his face. "I don't tell anyone anything about my sex life. It's personal."

Trent instantly perked up as he walked into the room. "Sex?"

"Sex." Jill replied. "Would you tell your buddies about it, and lie about how hot it is to show off?"

Trent looked around at some of his bandmates. "Yeah, yeah I would. No one wants to look like a wimp in the sack."

"Fair enough." Jill grinned at her boys before glancing back down. "A two dollar tee shirt that just covers your ass is way sexier than ninety five percent of the costly lingerie you think makes me horny."

"Most definately." Dustan turned and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Naw," Kyle shook his head in distaste. "I'm a sucker for the skimpy, sexy shit."

Trent shrugged. "I dunno dude. Depends on the girl man. I don't want my girl who's a little on the wild side running around in a T. And I don't want my quiet more nerdy girl running around in lingerie."

Jill laughed and glanced back down. "You're complicated babe." She dragged her finger along the different ones and stopped at another. "Just because I occasionally look at other women in your presence doesn't mean I don't love you or don't find you hot. If just means there's someone wearing an outfit more revealing than yours is."

"Absolutely." Trent turned to Kyle who agreed. Dustan didn't seem to agree.

"No, I think, that in the presense of your 'girl'," he quoted with his fingers, "I think you should always be paying attention to her. I mean I wouldn't dig it if she was checking all the guys out when I'm around. Makes me think she'd rather be with them."

Jill locked eyes with her best friend, and she saw the hurt there. The hurt he'd tried to portray in his last sentence. He knew about her and Rev. Hell, everyone knew about her and Rev. But what was really pissing her off, was that everyone was beating around the bush in reguards to the situation. It was simple, they were both drunk, and mistakes were made. They weren't dating. And all of that could be explained if someone would just ask rather than continue to cook up their own version.

"Hey, you busy?"

Jill's head snapped around to see Jimmy standing in their dressing room doorway.

"No." She replied softly. Setting her magazine aside and getting up out of her chair. Her bandmates pretended to go about their business, talking amongst themselves but she knew better. "Let's go outside."

Jimmy nodded and lead the way. Once they were in the hallway alone he turned to her with a sullen face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, fearful of the answer. She wasn't ready to discuss with him what went down between them.

Jimmy sighed and twirled a pair of drumsticks between his fingers. His shirtless body in front of her was a major distraction, but he seemed truly upset.

"Matt wants you off the tour."