Oneshot: Last Friday Night

I just open my eyes and something hits my face. So bright. If I didn't breath I could say that I'm living in heaven with such a bright light.
Too bad when you wake up and the sun hits you straight on the face...

I close my eyes again and try to turn to my side but something hits my head this time. Shit. I try to look around to find what I was searching for. And I suddenly spot the empty bottle of vodka. I shouldn't drink the whole bottle by myself. And then I spot my underwear next to the bottle. Damn! I'm ready to jump to my feet but hell, I can't. I'm too dizzy to even move. At least, I'll move my head to see who is next to me. If anybody is next to me. But of course my head doesn't let me complete my action. Do it Sarah! It's just a turn.

I slowly turn my head to the right and I gasp. Oh god, look at him! He's lying on his stomach, hair plastered all over his forehead. His full lips are parted but he's not snoring. How odd. His strong hands are under his head, making him another layer for his pillow. My eyes wonder lower to his neck, his shoulders. His back. Holy hell, his back! It's rising and falling in perfect time with his breathing. And then the sheet stops my view. When I turn to look at my own body, covered by the sheet as well, I realize that I'm holding my breath. How a man so beautiful as him can sleep in your bed?

There's no time to gaze at him. I have to figure out what happened last night. I try to remember with my fucked-up memory, but vodka still does it's miracle. Another time I should drink less. Get the dude drunk, not yourself.

Some flashes start to fill my mind, probably from yesterday night. It was Friday. Yeah, last Friday night, Katy Perry style. And I was watching a movie on the TV. Then there are flashes from Shannon's arrival. He just showed up on my doorstep. Guess he never told me how he reached me. After our first meeting in that Cube club or something, I gave him my number to call me if he wanted to hang out. Maybe my address was more necessary. He just came in and joined me. That easy. How can some people be so at ease with a short of stranger?

I can't remember how, but next there's me and him with the bottle of vodka, passing it from hand to hand. We were sitting on the floor. And from the one moment to the after I'm pushed to my back and he's hovering me. And then his lips are on mine, moving against them and sucking them gently. And I feel so hot and... wet. He took off my t-shirt and I unbuttoned every single button from his shirt, struggling a little. Why the fuck did he wear a shirt? Really? His shoes, socks and pants went next, probably. He must picked me up and carried me to my bedroom next, 'cause the rest of my clothing is here. I remember him kissing my neck and bitting it gently. I remember the goosbumbs he gave me with the wandering of his hands over my body. I remember him undoing my bra and tossing it somewhere around the room, kissing my nipples then. I can even remember that I grabbed him through his boxers. That's an interesting thing to remember. I can clearly remember when he got off of me to take off his boxers. Like Georgia says, always take a mental picture of what gets inside you. I surely took the picture, in HD this time. Even through my dizzy head, this picture is burned in my memory. In HD.

What comes next is the total blur. My hands roaming over his body, my nails scratching his back as he pushes into me. His lips meeting mine every now and then. Our labored breathing. Him taking one of my hands and pushing it over my head, entwining our fingers and holding it strongly. His head dipping in the crook of my neck, kissing it, trying to muffle his moans. I think I moaned as well. Pretty much for sure. The next thing is the climax. I cried out my release as he emptied himself as well, collapsing on top of me, panting hard against my neck. When we found our breathing, we probably started all over again. This can't be explained somehow else. The foil packets of the condoms on the floor explain everything. How we remembered for protection while we were drunk?

I'm so lost in the memories from last night that I don't realize he's waking up. I'm well aware that he's not sleeping when his hand snakes over my stomach and he snuggles close to me, kissing my neck. He gets on his left elbow, looking down at me with a goofy grin over his lips. "Good morning babe." he says, his husky voice doing it's magic to me again. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him down to me, kissing him with passion. "Oh, somebody is eager for breakfast." and he's grinning again. Well, I can't say no to this kind of breakfast for sure. I smile back to him. "Yes, I really need coffee, my head is still spinning." "Can you handle one more turn and then we go drink the medicine? I mean, coffee." the goddamn smirk never leaving his lips. "I do, but do we still have condoms?" I say jokingly. Of course he starts laughing and then he kisses my temple. "If there's the need, we can find the solution" "You're lovely when you sleep." I say suddenly and he gazes at me in awe, then smiles, his lovely smile making my heart melt, and making me bite my lip as well. "I can say the same for you missy" he says and crushes his lips on mine, warming us up for the pre-breakfast.

Maybe sometimes vodka is used for a good reason, just saying...

Chapter 2: The first step

The days go by smoothly. Ok, it's just a pretext. Everyday is the same routine. Waking up, hitting my head in the roof of my bunk, breakfast, work, lunch, more work, arguments with Jared, then Shannon wanting to know everything, show, small talk with Tomo, work again, sleep after 2a.m. and the same thing everyday. Thank god everything goes well, my work, the shows. The only bad thing in my staying on tour is the everyday fighting with one of my 'beloved' bosses. I just wish that one day I'll find the right words to answer in one of his oh-so-smart comments about me and everything. For the hell of it, he had me dye his mohawk, blonde this time. He seemed bored by his pink-oops! pomegranate one. Couldn't he go to a hair saloon and have somebody do it? Anyway, the main thing is that everything on tour is well and now we are in Europe, safe and fine.

The show in Toulouse have ended before an hour or so, but still there are people waiting to leave the venue. That was probably on of the good shows, with a big audience. Everybody is already in the busses, ready to leave for the next station of the tour; Clerrmont-Ferrand. I couldn't make myself comfortable in the bus, so I stayed at the gates for a little while. We have almost an hour till we leave. I'm so bored that for a moment I think it would be a good idea to go talk with Jared, try to make up some of our fighting moments. But as soon as I realize it I regret it. "Fuck it, he's never gonna hear your shit." I mutter to myself. "Who's not gonna hear your shit Bruny?" a voice says behind me and I gasp. I turn my head and see Jared standng behind me, already showered and changed in clean clothes. He's holding my jacket on his hand and then drops it on my lap. " What the hell? Is he reading my thoughts?" I say mentally to myself.

He drops down and sits next to me on the ground. "It's getting cold, wear it. We don't want a flu wandering on the bus." he says, probably jokingly. "Shouldn't you be in the bus, working maybe?" I say in almost a whisper, putting on my jacket. "Yes, but I just wanted to hang out for a while. And since you're here and alone..." I turn and arch my eyebrows to him "I mean, it's not very pleasing seeing you alone at 11p.m. in the night in a foreign city. You don't know what night holds." "True fact, but you know, I can protect myself." "How?" Does he really doing this question? He never was interested in something about me. But ok, he's as bored as me, that's why he's asking. "Well, a kick at the balls is good enough, I guess." Without looking at him now, I can clearly hear his chuckle.

I search in the pockets of my jacket and find a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Without a second thought, I pull out a cigarette and lit it, putting it to my mouth and taking a good drug. I had to smoke for about two months or so and I really needed something to relax me now. I turn to look at Jared and he sits still beside me, his eyes wide in shock. He never saw me smoking, that's why. "What?" I say, breaking the silence. His look somehow softens as he speaks "I didn't know you smoke." "I do it sometimes, but don't imagine a lot of cigarettes. I had to smoke for a long time, but I always have a packet with me, just in case." I look at him and confusion is now on his face. "I smoked too, but you know, I realized that I can't afford the smoke because of my asthma, so..." Now it's my turn to be shocked. I didn't know about his asthma. "Oh god, I didn't know you have asthma, I'm burning it out right now." "No, no, it's fine, it's blowing to my left, it casts the smoke." "Are you sure?" "I said yes" I don't pay attention to his words, so I drop the cigarette to the ground and lit it off with my heel.

I turn to look at him again, he seems pleased with my action. How can he always get what he wants? I let the thought slip from my mind as the wind blows stronger now. Jared looks at me and I can say I notice his eyes for the first time. They're so bright and beautiful, nothing common with mine, which are dark and unattractive. "I think I misunderstoud you somehow, you're cute." With these words of his I burst in to a laugh. "Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?" he looks at me with a smile on his face. "No, but after all the things you tell me you come here to change it." And I continue to laugh. He stands up suddenly and holds out his hand "Come, let's go inside, it's almost time to leave." I take his hand and stand to my feet. As soon as I'm steady, I free my hand from his and walk to the bus.

As I reach the entrance of the bus I turn to look at Jared and smirk to him. "I can't wait for tommorow" "And why so Bruny?" "First, stop calling me Bruny, it gets annoying. And second, I'll sleep in a fucking bed, finally!" I say as I jump up and down like a little child. He rolls his eyes at me and states "Watch your tongue Emma. Now get in, you'll be a step closer to the comfy bed you're dreaming about. But know you'll have to make your self comfortable with the one in here" and pushes my back slightly. I enter the bus with Jared in my steps and head to my bunk, changing to my pants and tank top and ready to sleep after another exhausting day.

Chapter 1: It's only just begun.

I'm nine weeks now on tour with 30 Seconds to Mars. After too many attempts for the job of the tour manager, at least I managed to become an assistant on a tour. And what a tour, a famous band, traveling around the world for god knows how long it'll take. Ok, I imagined something better than just an assistant, but having a job matters more.

And the whole crew is a hell of the best crews. We're getting along pretty well from the day the tour started and I took the place of the second assistant, who left the band for personal reasons. I can guess why. Probably Jared wasn't very pleased with his work. To be honest, Jared may seem very cool but he's like always very bossy over everyone, without exceptions. That's very irritating. In the beginning he was very good, he showed out a cool and controlled man. But now I can see his real side. Not that he's not a good guy, but his very strange. You can think for a moment that he is the King of the world.

About Shannon? He tried from the first moment to lay me to his bed. He must be so sexual frustrated, that's for sure. But it's ok, he admitted he's done it with every new girl in the crew and he never succeded. He's very cool I can say. He makes himself comfortable everywhere, has humor. And of course, he bangs his drums like a beast. For these nine weeks he's the one I'll run into if I want to talk or want some company. I can say that I found my friend for the time I'll be on tour.

And Tomo, oh god, Tomo. He's the sweetest guy in the world! I loved him from the first minute. You can't make a bad option about Tomo. He's very understanding and so sweet. Whenever I see him I just wanna run to him and hug him. I don't know why, but he seems to be the most friendly of the band-boys. And whenever his girlfriend, Vicki, joins on the tour, he's so happy and sweet with her. After the years they're together and he seems to be still madly in love with her. That makes me so happy.

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I try to concentrate to the work I need to have done for tonight. We're in Chicago, in the North America leg of the "Into the Wild" tour. And I need to have some paperwork done for the next show in Detroit tomorrow. As I start with the things I have to do, a knock on the door of the back lounge startles me. "It's open" I call out. Emma picks her head in the room. "Hey, Jared needs to give you some more work to do, he waits for you in his dressing room." she says. I frown a little at the thought of more work, not having done the current one. "Ok, tell him I'll be there in five mins" I tell her and with that she nods and closes the door. "Can't he get his ass and come here? Is he that tired to walk?" I ask myself. As I can't do the work right now, I grab my cell phone and sunglasses and head outside of the back lounge and the tour bus.

The sun is still bright outside and it's still 6p.m. Why did they have to go for soundcheck so early? The show is at 9p.m. Of course it would be Jared's idea, Emma manages the time. And Emma is his PA. I walk past the back entrance and head for the long corridor which leads backstage and to the dressing rooms. As I reach the dressing rooms I try to find the one where Jared is. I pull open the first door I find but it's just an empty room. As I look around I find the paper stuck on the door which says "Jared" and go for it. I knock on the door and in the other end he calls out for me to come in. I open the door and I spot a shirtless Jared in front of his backpack, with many shirts strewn around him. I go closer to him and I see his confused look, probably trying to find something to wear for the show. I spot a white t-shirt in the pile of clothes and pick it up. "This one" and I hand it to him. He takes it, the confusion never leaving his face. "Want something?" I ask him. "Look Bruny, I need those files-" he points to a red envelop on the table next to the bathroom door "-to be done till Thursday for the NYC show." I go and pick up the envelop, then turn to him again. "Have you done the ones for Detroit?" "I'm in a good way. They'll be ready before the show, hopefully" I say in a low voice. "When will you stop calling me Bruny? I have a name." I snap to him on my way to the door, turning to see him from my shoulder. "Never." "And why not?" "It's the only way I can call you. Having two Emmas on the crew isn't very easy. I had to put a nickname to one of them. And I surely prefer to put the nickname on you" he says with a little smile on his lips. "And why me?" "I'm used to call my PA as 'Emma'. Since you're the latest one, you take the nickname" he muses and then pauses for a while. "You should feel honored to be called as 'Bruny'. It seems cute." He says jokingly. I snort with his word. "Ok boss, but I'd like to be called with my name. I feel like I'm a baby girl." "You are." "Really? I'm 24 and still a baby?" "In your mind" he says, more to himself. I feel some anger creep over me but I try to ignore it. He's Jared. He's kidding. But still, I work for him and his band so I need to keep my mouth shut. I dead-glare at him and open the door to leave. "Thanks for your compliment. I'll hand the paperwork to Emma later" and without a back glance, I leave the room and practically run to the tour bus.

In my way to the tour bus I'm stopped by Shannon. "Hey tiger, what happened?" he says confused. I turn and look at him, a bit of hurt in my soul from Jared's words before. I spot the lit cigarette between his fingers and reach quickly for it. He's so out of his trucks by my move that he doesn't respond as I take a good drug from the cigarret and then hand it to him again. But he doesn't take it so I take a second drug and let the smoke fog my mind. "I didn't know you smoke" he muses. "Only in situations" I snap back. "Situations like what?" "Like the one with your brother" I say and tears pull in my eyes. I never cried in front of Shannon and I have no intention to, so I blink rapidly to stop them from falling. He looks at me in confusion, the frown on his face deepening. "You fought again?" "Almost. Maybe, let me refrase that. We were talking normaly till he said that I have a baby's mind. Sideways" I mutter and take another drug from the cigarette. Shannon shrugs. "Oh Bruny, don't mind him. He can be a total jerk before a show." "But he's a jerk with me all time. Like I did something to him. Ok, I don't like him that much, but I feel like he's using me like a robot for whatever he wants to have done-" I spat out and drop the finished cigarette to the ground "-and don't call me Bruny." "Ok, ok! Look, go and do what you have to do and then come watch the show. You never joined in one." "Ok, I'll see what I can do 'bout that" He hugs me for just a second and then pushes me towards the bus.

When I reach the bus, I enter and head towards the back lounge once again. I need to have this work done till the show and then go have some fun. Sometimes Shannon's ideas can make me excited. That's why I decide to go watch the show. My very first Mars show. Seems odd, but I never had time to even take a peak of any show. "If you wanna join the show in time, let's get into work Emma." I tell to myself and start working on the files I left once again.

Just so you know...

Hello there! So, here's a blog for my fanfics. Most of them will be Mars-related. In the future I may post some things non Mars-related, but they're gonna be in greek, since it's not very easy for me to write always in english. I may also post some random things, in greek again. Well, welcome to my crazy world(I mean my blog) and hope you enjoy your stay. ;)