EroticReverie

Laney

I groan, waking up with a splitting headache , for a moment I forget where I am, still unsure of where I am slightly as I wake up in a bed that I don't know, with nobody beside me. I groan as I let little slips of last night remind me of where I am. Inside the tour bus. My friends were here when I fell asleep..I was crying..drunk...sex....sex with someone that wasn't Fitz. That slimey singer. I groan, feeling acid rise in my throat. Disgusting. I was ashamed and ready to puke and hadn't even fully opened my eyes yet. 

"You need to go home." a slightly annoyed voice says and I groan when I realize it's my brothers. 

I sit up, covers pulled over me and I blink my eyes hard a few times and stare at him.

"huh?" I say, lifting a hand to my head, my own voice too loud. 

"You are leaving, right the fuck now." Brock says and I grumble.

"What?" I say still confused. 

"You're gonna get dressed, drink some fucking water and eat, and then you and your little friends are fucking leaving." he says and I scrunch my nose.

"You don't get to-"

"YOURE FUCKING GOING HOME!" Brock yells, the volume of his voice makes me want to throw up from the pain that lances through my head and I groan and lift my hands to my ears.

"stop yelling!" I plead, groaning and taking a few seconds before I lower my hands look at my brother.

"why? What did I do?" I ask, wondering what I forgot. I fucked a dude. So what? I was nineteen. I was allowed to have sex, he couldnt screw half of americas willing female fans of his and scold me for sleeping with ONE fucking "rock star", no matter how gross the dude was in hindsight. My stomach turns when I think about how I'd tried to stop him, that he was already inside me and he thought that entitled him to keep going. I dont have to admit to that, nor do I want to. More shame creeps into me at how fucking stupid I'd been, but fucking being drunk and angry makes you do dumb shit. 

"Well we almost got kicked off the fucking festival cause you decided to whore yourself to fucking Bones!" he yells at me and my jaw drops.

"Fuck you!" I yell. Because my brother wasn't an asshole. He wouldn't DARE call me a fucking name like that. 

"Brett found you in the back of his fucking bus getting screwed Laney! what the fuck?! That guy is a fucking sick piece of shit!" he yells at me. and I yell right back.

"its none of your business what I do! You dont get to yell at me for making one bad decision! When you screw every fucking piece of ass that falls into your lap! That's not fair!" I half screech, my voice so fucking loud, and my anger surpasses the headache im giving myself. 

" you're going home" he bites out.

"the fuck i am! you cant make me leave just because you think you have any right to-"

"I beat the fucking shit out of him Laney! We were all ready to fucking kill that guy! Especially your little fucking boyfriend Fitz" he snarls, my head jerks back. 

"Wh-what?" I say stunned.

"yeah, dont think i dont fucking see the way you look at him . or the way he's been looking at you since you fucking showed up, and im not a fucking idiot, you didnt fucking piss yourself the other day, im not a fucking moron Laney...I know two guilty faces when i fucking see em, and you need to fucking get off this god damn bus and take your ass home, before I break my fist on my bandmates face" he growls. 

I just blink, stunned, thinking I had lied so well the other day. That me and Fitz would be able to survive this weekend without anyone finding out that we wanted to hookup, me wanting a bit more than just that. 

"He's a fucking man whore, just like the rest of us Laney, im not gonna let my little sister chase after my band mates, you think just cause you have a little fucking school girl crush on him, that you're gonna what? Sleep with him and make him fall in love with you? Grow the fuck up Laney" he growls at me and my lower lip quivers.

His lips tighten, his face softening for a second. Then it gets firm again.

"You're going home. You're causing too much god damn trouble" he says and I look awaw and hide the tear that slips out of my eye and rolls down my cheek. 

"whatever" I say in surrender. I didnt want to make my brother hate me. And I couldnt stand the way he was looking at me, or talking to me. 

"I'll fucking leave, okay? just...get out" I say, my voice quivering as I try not to let him know im crying as I hide my face.

A heavy sigh leaves him. "Laney." 

"Don't, just fucking leave me alone" I say, my voice making it clear that I was in fact crying, the sniffling of my nose as I try to hold it in. 

"Laney...I didnt mean to make y-"

"please just go" I say and bury my head in my knees and my shoulders shake as I cry.

My brother forfeits and leaves the room, closing the door to the room and I hear his grumbling and muffled voices of other people and I just sob silently to myself. 

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When I'm able to fucking stop crying. I wipe my cheeks and see that someone has already set out a pair of my shorts and t shirt out beside the bed I'd fallen asleep in. Either my friends or maybe my brother, or maybe even Fitz. Who knew, who cared. 

I pull the shorts and shirt on, and help myself to the small bathroom, pissing, wiping myself, then washing my hands and then my face. I used the small hair tie on my wrist to pull my hair up into a unbrushed ponytail on my head and then make my way out of the bathroom and through the cabin of bunks to the front of the bus. Taking a deep breath. 

I open the door to my two friends sitting there, along with Gus.

"Your brother wants you to get something to eat at the tents...then, return here, give me your passes, and then wants you to go home." Gus says and I grit my teeth.

"Got it." I say and look at my friends with apology, but I only see their sad eyes looking at me , feeling sorry for me, not for the fact I was ruining our week. 

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When off the bus , I look at Sheena and Flora.

"they cant MAKE us go home...they can take our fucking VIP passes, big deal...we have our shit...we can fucking sleep in the car and we've got money for food...and fuck it....i'll steal some shit from the bus when we go back, and from the tent. " I shrug. 

"We're NOT going home early, fuck my brother, fuck Gus, fuck all of them." I say and my friends give me little smiles. 

"We dont have to stay Laney" they say. 

"No, fuck that, we're not fucking leaving, we came here to have fun, and fuck them for being assholes...so I screw ONE dirty ass dude....and that's gonna ruin our time? No. No"I say shaking my head making my friends laugh.

"You told us last night....he....raped you" Flora winces. 

I roll my eyes. "Semantics really...I was drunk...I wanted it. Then changed my mind during and...really...there wasnt even any time for him to stop before Brett barged in like an ape"

"Are you sure, cause you should tell someone if-"

I hold my hand up. "I promise, I'm fine. I was drunk, being over dramatic, and probably already regretting I let that gross fuck touch me" I say making an excuse, and not wanting to dwell on the specifics of what to classify it as. 

"Okay." They both say at the same time, with worry in their eyes.

"Trust me!" I say. "I'm fine , I promise, the worst part was him calling himself daddy bones to behonest" I say and they cringe, but it makes them laugh and I nudge their shoulders as we walk towards the tent where there's several tables underneath , different "rock star" and muscians and random people eating food and talking and chatting. I search the tent for my brother or Fitz or their band mates. 

I spot Devin and Brett, but Fitz and my brother Brock are nowhere to be seen. 

After grabbing food, we sit down with Brett and Devin who are eyeing me. 

"Sorry you gotta go home Little Ainsley" Brett says apologetically twisting his mouth.

"I'm not going home." I say matter of factly. 

I shrug when him and Devin both look at me, my friends looking down at their plates.

"Brock can throw a fit all he wants, about whatever he wants, he needs to get over it. I'll hand over the VIP passes." I shrug. "Doesnt mean I have to leave the festival, we'll came out in our car, or find a cool group of people to camp with." I shrug. 

"He doesnt get to send me home" I say and shovel a piece of cold toast into my mouth and chew. 

"We came to have a good time, and we can do that without your super special tour bus" I tease them and they half smile. 

As I'm talking with them, and Sheena and Flora , I dont even notice as six foot four , tattooed Fitz Saint comes up to the table until his large frame is beside mine as I sit at the end.

"Can I talk to you real quick?" his voice is deep and angry and I look up.

"About what?" I ask.  He looks at me, lips tight. 

"Laney." he says my name and I sigh. His eyes go to Brett and Devin.

"Man..just-" Brett starts and Fitz cuts him up, grabbing my upper arm before Im even fully standing.

"I just need to talk to her." Fitz says, and I let him gently guide me from the tent as I feel my friends and his band mates eyes on me. 

We're behind the tent, random festival workers, lugging crates and boxes around with food and supplies as Fitz looks down at me. 

"What the fuck Laney" he sighs and runs a hand through his hair and I cock my brow and cross my arms. 

"What? I suppose you think you get to be mad at me too? " I say and he leans his head back heaving an aggravated sigh.

"why the fuck would you go to that fucking bus?" he asks and looks down at me. 

"Why not ? Clearly YOU didnt want anything to do with me, had to get mine somehow" I say and shrug.

"Knock it off" he growls and I glare up at him.

"YOU knock it off. I don't even know what game you're playing Fitz, you say one thing and do another, and think you have any right to tell me what to do or get angry at me for sleeping with-"

"GOD" he growls. "Dont...dont fucking even say it" he says clenching his fists at his sides and lifting them, pressing his palms to his eyes with an annoyed growl. 

"Fuck!" he says angrily, dropping his hands.

"do you know how bad I wanted to fucking kill that guy for-"

"Nobody asked you or anyone else to fucking come after me, I was FINE" I lie, because I wasnt so sure that Bones was going to stop. In fact I knew he wasnt going to. Not after what he'd said, god he was vile. What WAS I thinking? Piss off Fitz. That's what I was thinking, and it had worked. 

"You were drunk, and fucking stupid, what? You think I can just put my hands all over  you in front of your brother? You think I can just fucking kiss you on the bus with everyone around? That I can just tell groupies to fuck off without drawing attention to myself and making your brother wonder why the hell I dont want their attention?" he asks.

"YES" I yell at him. "YOU COULD HAVE" "At the very least you could have told them to fuck off! Instead of making me WATCH them fucking fall all over you!" I yell. 

"God, I'm so fucking stupid" I say shaking my head. 

"This is...this is fucking stupid" I saty half laughing and shaking my head and putting my hadns over my face and groaning. 

"God, I'm stupid" I say and look up at him. "Just forget it...forget everything...you're you...you're just like my brother...like DEvin and Brett....you were never....just forget it" I say, feeling so dumb. My brother was right, my stupid little crush was letting a small part of me hope that I'd fucking sleep with Fitz, and we magically fall in love? God, I was pathetic.

"Never what?" he asks, grabbing my arm again when I go to walk away and I shake my head. 

"Nothing, just...forget it Fitz" I say and jerk my arm from him. 

"Laney" he calls to me and I shake my head as I walk away, lifting a hand as if to shoo him away, walking back to the table. 

"I'm not hungry. are you guys good?" I ask Sheen and Flora, who stop talking as I look down at their half empty plates.

"Everything good?" DEvin asks.

"Yep. Fucking peachy." I say with a sarcastic smile. They didnt deserve my attitude right now but I couldnt help it. 

"Laney" Fitz says my name, standing behind me, and I can see all of their eyes on him.

"I'll be at the car." I say taking the pass from around my neck and slapping it on the table.

"Can you give that to Gus for me?" I ask Brett who just blinks and nods.

"yea, sure" he says. 

"Laney." Fitz says and I jerk at his touch and move away, looking at him, glaring.

"Don't." I say quietly. "Don't fucking bother."