We Are the Damned

Chris carried me into the bus then finally let me go leading me into the back room of the bus. As soon as he shut the door I attacked him with kisses. He pushed me up against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me neck slowly and intricatly, like i were made of glass. I let out a gasp in his ear and he found my sweet spot. He nipped at it and then laid me on the couch. He pulled off my shirt between kisses. " Tell me you want me" "I want you Chris" I reached for his belt buckle when balz ran in in the room." Angelo is high as a goddamn kite , he has strippers" Chris immediately went from aroused to pissed in 1.4 seconds. He went outside the room. I ran out after him, topless. " get out!" He said to the wasted prostitutes infront of us. "Nooo way,we need to get paid its been an hour" " NO GET THE FUCK OFF MY BUS YOU WHORES" seeing Chris scream so emotionally have me chills. Chris intimidated me. But i knew he'd never hurt me. "Angelo i told you to get your shit together. I'm sick of this shit. This band is my soul. I refuse to let you drag this band into your fuck hole of drugs and failures" he was in a calmer state, but it'd take an utter moron not to hear the serious disappointment and disgust in his voice. He took a calm breathe. " you can stay on the bus until the tours over. Your lucky to be given that courtesy. Now get out of my fucking sight" he spat. Angelo was to high to protest. He just struggled to his feet and wobbled into his bunk tonight would be a long night.~~~ time laps~~~~ * Chris's POV* Fuck. How am i suppose to handle angelo and the band plus massecre? I love angelo like a brother. Maybe that's why it's so easy to hate him for his mistakes. Because hate and love are such close emotions. But i really hate angelo for doing this to my band. Andthe band, it's right great but the economy fucking sucks and its hard to be the best and live up to expectations when your best friends a druggie who needs to be babied. And mass? Oh Christ she's wonderful. Her presence envelopes me in these emotions strong enough to put me on a nonstop high. It gets stronger as the days roll on. Night after night my feelings brew inside me like a tea bag sitting in hot water. I just get stronger.massecres the only girl who I've trusted with everything. She cares for me like n no other. She's saved me from so many demons Ihad battled. Her light blocks them away. I ow her my unconditional love, and i strive to give her nothing less. But lately instead of dealing with m
y problems,i just drink away my thoughts until I'm so shit faced,I couldn't even tell you the alphabet.
Mass deserves better but I'd rather sell my soul than loose the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever have.