hearing damage [zane]

[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/i] Storm screwed up her nose and looked away, attempting to yank her arm away but not succeeding. ”not interested kids, I’m too old for you,”[/color] Storm hissed, looking back at them just as the three of them stood around her.

Storm swallowed and closed her eyes, taking in a sharp breath before exhaling slowly, ”nah, what are you? Like… 17?” Oh great, they’re saying she looked like she did 3 years ago. Well, it was kinda a good thing, but she didn’t want to know. Storm shook her head and with a swift lift of her leg, she kicked the one holding her wrist between the legs and watched as he buckled over. As his friends went to help him, she ducked off away from them and sprinted back towards the tour bus, her breathing unstable as she shuffled through her bag for the keys. She got back quickly, but as her hands shook, she dropped the keys on the ground. With a curse, she looked over towards where the guys were and shrieked, noticing that they were now running towards where she was. ”open, open, fuck please open,”[/color] Storm’s voice was shaking terribly as she shoved the key in the door and finally got inside, jumping up the steps as quick as possible before slamming the door shut, locking it just as quickly.

Storm heard the thud against the door and fell back to sit down on the steps, her eyes wide as she heard them start cursing and calling her out. This was one of the reasons she hated walking around at night. Storm jumped when something smashed, a bottle she guessed, scooting back a bit more before she buried her face into her hands, taking in long, slow breaths to make sure she kept herself calm. No one could get her in here, it was safe inside here… and even if someone did, at least she had stuff in here to hurt them with. Storm’s body shook violently as she listened to the boys outside the door for the next couple of minutes, and let out a long breath that she hadn’t even noticed she’d taken as everything went quiet. Lifting her head from her hands, she flopped backwards so that she was lying on the floor, her legs hanging down the steps. Her heart was still racing a million miles per hour, and it was beginning to hurt. Storm rested an arm over her eyes as she tried to contain herself, to make her body stop shaking so that the dull ache would go away. At least she hadn’t gone full mental breakdown. She had no intention to move, well, not yet. She wanted one of her band mates to be here, or at least come back now and keep her company. Like I said before, Storm was not a fan of being alone for a long period of time. [/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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hot showers were something zane desired oh so much, they made him feel relieved and everything. he felt great after a nice hot shower plus it also benefited everyone else. hot showers helped calm him and make him feel relaxed, so he wouldn’t be in a bad mood. because there was nothing worse than zane being on a bus in a bad mood, he’d take it out on anyone and usually he tried to avoid that. there was no one else currently on the bus, so he could take as long as a shower as he wanted and he could use up all the hot water and no one would know it was him. but since he always did it and was the only one who did it, usually, they’d assume it was him. he’d just have to make up some story about why the water was cold.

zane yawned, covering his mouth as he walked down the bus to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked really tired. there was nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix. zane undressed and turned the nozzle all the way to the hot side. he waited for the bathroom to start steaming before he got in and took a slow time cleaning himself. he washed his hair about two times with his really expensive shampoo and conditioner. his hair was the most valuable thing he had that anyone could see, if you catch my drift. he had other valuable things that you had to undress him before you actually saw it. anyway, he took a long time in the shower, like usual. he still assumed he was alone on the bus since he left early and everyone was still probably inside the building. he liked being alone for a little but after awhile he got lonely.

zane always had his brothers around and they were like best friends. his six year old brother was even cool, he acted way more mature than he had ever guessed. usually when you think of spending time with the family, you hear sighs and everything. though zane was different, he loved being around his brothers. his mother and father were a completely different story though. back at home, zane would always spend time playing video games with his brothers, and spending that quality time, so people wished they could spend with their siblings. the bond the brothers shared was just wonderful, he could talk to his brothers about anything without being judged. the only thing that ever separated the three, was the tour he was on. if he could’ve zane would’ve brought them with him, maybe someday he’ll be able to.

but then again that wouldn’t be a good idea, zane wasn’t the brother you’d look up to exactly. well his brothers did but on the tour, he got drunk a lot more than he did back at home. he had sex with girls and everything, he didn’t want his brothers to see him like that. something bad could happen to them while on tour and he’d never forgive himself. so leaving them at home was a great idea and besides his parents wouldn’t let him take them anyway, as much as he’d like to. because his parents were horrible people maybe not to them but they had been horrible to zane. he was just glad they treated him like that than his brothers. but all of that seized the day they adopted a daughter. they changed completely and they seemed like the perfect parents, they were after that day but they hadn’t been before. adopting was the best thing that happened to that family, well for zane at least. his parents changed for that better.

zane got out of the shower and dried his hair then dried himself but very slowly, wrapping the towel around his waist. he looked in the mirror at himself, he looked a lot better than he had before, he looked awake. while he was doing so he heard the door of the bus open then slam close, he raised an eyebrow when he heard a lot of commotion which seemed outside of the bus. he sighed and opened the door of the bathroom and walked towards the front of the bus, he noticed storm laying there. he raised another eyebrow, “what was that about?”

[/color] he questioned, not caring that he was only wearing a towel. he grabbed his comb off the kitchen table and started combing it through his hair, getting out all the dead hair and tangles that existed. he planned on going partying later, like around midnight but he wasn’t quite sure.

maybe he’d just stick around on the bus and find something to do but if not he was going partying. he liked partying because it was an opportunity to let loose and have fun, but he couldn’t let loose too much. otherwise it’d be all over the daily news the next day, and that’s why he hated being somewhat famous. fame wasn’t what it was all cracked up to be, the minute you become famous, basically all your privacy you had as a normal person was gone and that sucked. being famous meant, the paparazzi could take a picture of you at any time and post it without getting in trouble. however as a normal person, taking a picture of a regular person and posting it could get you in trouble. he missed those days but then again he didn’t, he just needed to watch what he said and did and he’d be fine.

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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] Storm replied, placing a hand onto the bench near her as she leaned down and unbuckled her heels one by one. After getting her shoes off, she sighed with relief and held them in one hand before shifting her weight from one foot to the other, ”Drunken idiots tried to drag me off again… so, when they grabbed me, I managed to hurt one and escape… then they followed me here,”[/color] Storm murmured, keeping her face turned as she walked past him in an attempt to hide the damage that had been applied to her face.

Storm chucked her shoes onto her bed before taking off her jacket, walking slowly back down the hall. As she did, she couldn’t help herself and let her eyes trail over his body quickly before walking to stand in front of him, crossing her arms lightly as she leaned her hip against the bench. ”What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be out with the others…”[/color] Storm asked, brushing her hair with her fingers before looking away, brushing her fingertips down her swollen cheek before looking back at Zane. She hadn’t really expected Zane to be the one who was here by himself in the bus, out of all of them, he was the one who was always out doing things that guys his age did. Whereas her, little miss timid, would rather stay in the confines of her tour bus and have herself locked away from those bloody random idiots who tried to pick her up. Storm bit the side of her lip which wasn’t cut and turned around to walk over to the mini fridge, leaning down and not really caring about her dress riding up. Pfft, she had a good body, she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Storm looked back at Zane, her bruised face now facing him and illuminated by the fridge light. ”Want anything…”[/color] Storm asked, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she waited for his reply. It wasn’t really a rare thing to happen… as Zui usually got Storm at least once a day, or week. Sometimes she was lucky enough to get 2 times a day, but Storm always lied. She didn’t want anyone knowing that this was a girl that was doing it to her. She already felt defenceless enough just by being so helpless.[/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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the tour bus wasn’t the most exciting place, he could only stand being on it so long. for one, zane didn’t pick up after himself, he’d throw his clothes everywhere and not pick them up. he knew his bandmates got annoyed with him for that but he didn’t care, they usually didn’t yell at him for it. because of that temper he possessed. he didn’t have some kind of anger management problem but he was just short-tempered and angry all the time. people were always so curious to why he acted that way, there wasn’t one explanation for the way he acted. there were multiple reasons for him being such an angry kid but no one ever cared enough to ask because they probably feared he’d yell at them or something. he wouldn’t but they were all set that he would so no one asked. maybe no one had the balls to ask him, he wasn’t even that bad if you got to know him. he was a sweetheart if you got really close to him but his temper still existed but it wasn’t as bad if you knew him well, especially if you were really close to him.

but usually every one usually knew him as this short-tempered douche bag which he was, he was the exact definition of a douche bag. he didn’t really care what people thought about him though, he could care less because all they were doing was judging him though he judged people before he knew them so that’d make him a hypocrite. but he was that person that didn’t care whether people hated him or liked him, the only people’s opinions who mattered to him were the people close to him. the people close to him were the only people worth keeping close to him and he did a great job at doing that. those people who hated him were only missing out on the person he was even if it was deep down. he sometimes wondered how people got along with him or even talked to him in the first place, maybe because they hadn’t heard about how he really was or they just ignored everything and tried to ‘change’ him or prove to someone that he wasn’t that way.

zane’s attention turned back to storm and he listened closely as she asked him which seemed like a rhetoric question so he waited for her to explain what happened. he put his comb down as she explained and he wasn’t quite surprised, she was famous and guys would love to get in her pants. and she was the perfect target though she was stronger than she looked, at least if she had escaped he assumed she was stronger or at least more wiser than that. “so typical, why am i not surprised?”

[/color] he rubbed his hands over his tattoo on his forearm as she walked past him, he didn’t turn around because he expected her to come back. “you need to be more careful, carry pepper spray or something, a pocket knife.” girls were always easy targets, especially girls that were petite, somewhat like storm. guys especially drunk ones usually chased after them and carrying protection around, wouldn’t hurt anyone. at least not until it was needed or something.

she had a really good question, what was he doing here? he let out a sigh and ran a hand through his still wet hair, and thought about it. “because i have nothing better to do and i was in need of a shower,” he really needed a shower and it was refreshing. it also put him in a better mood than he thought to be right now. “i might go out later,” his eyes went to her face and he grabbed her and pulled him closer to him so he could get a better look. “who did this to you? and don’t you dare lie to me,”[/color] he was concerned about her, how couldn’t he be? he’d known her for six years and she was his adoptive sister. he searched her face and had an urge to touch it but he didn’t know if it’d hurt or not so he didn’t. he let go of her arm because he didn’t realize how much pressure he was putting on it until now. zane stepped back away from her and watched her go in the fridge, he looked at her body. he couldn’t help but feel weird that he was staring at his sister like that, they weren’t related by blood though. he looked away and when she spoke he shook his head, “no thanks.”

zane looked down at the towel he was wearing and turned around and tightened it so that it wouldn’t fall off. lords know how tragic that would’ve been, though he wasn’t quite sure whether storm ever saw him naked. he let out a loud sigh, “i need to put clothes on, but i don’t feel like it.” he didn’t think he needed to tell her, he was kind of thinking out loud but he didn’t care if she responded. “so where are the others anyway?” he was also curious about that, but then again he didn’t care. he looked past her to the front of the tour bus and his phone vibrated on the table, he took one quick glance at it and declared it not important.
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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] Storm joked, a laugh leaving her lips as she looked up at him with an amused expression when he mentioned pepper spray. Her aim with throwing things had been shocking, let alone spraying things. She’d most likely spray it at herself for some weird reason, ”I don’t think I’d trust myself with pepper spray, let alone a pocket knife.”[/color] Storm said, hopping onto the bench quietly before crossing one leg over the other. Storm rested her chin atop her hand as she stared at the floor, trying to keep herself from looking at her own brother’s body. Man, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before… but they hadn’t done anything together, not once. It was like the fact that they weren’t really ‘blood related’ hadn’t sunk in yet. Storm looked back up at Zane with a small smile, ”That makes sense… I guess. And there are plenty of things going on… it’s not really like you to be here by yourself.”[/color] Storm commented, brushing down her dress, ”I’ll… stay here. I-I don’t feel like going out again,”[/color] and risking my life, I’ve already been beat up once today, she added mentally.

The girl flinched when Zane’s took hold of her arm, sliding off the bench when he pulled her closer. Storm kept her eyes looking away from him, feeling them begin to sting with tears that were screaming to shed. Her jaw clenched and she shook her head lightly. She was never one to tell people about her problems until it got to late… and she hated having people worry about her. ”I… I’m clumsy, that’s all. You know me,”[/color] Storm stuttered, swallowing back the bile from the reminder of how much blood she’d swallowed today. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip when Zane’s hand tightened around her wrist, ”Z-Zane… too tight,”[/color] she said, tugging her wrist away gently when he let her go. ”I tripped… is all, no big deal. P-promise,”[/color] Storm whispered, rubbing at her eye as she felt a tear finally escape. Everything hurt right now and honestly, she felt like she had no one to turn to. There were literally 3 or more bands that hated her for god knows what reason, or maybe they’re just following Zui’s lead. She felt like she was letting their band down by being around and having everyone absolutely despise her. Man, things were shitty.

When Zane said he didn’t want anything, Storm nodded and stood at the fridge for a moment. She hung her head low and let a few more tears fall before she took in a choked breath, pulling out a can of Monster and shutting the door. Rubbing at her eyes, she hopped back up onto the bench and opened it quietly, taking a sip from it. She looked up at him at his next comment and raised an eyebrow in confusion, ”Pshaw, way to be random much? Don’t put clothes on then, I’ve seen you in a towel before. No biggy,”[/color] Storm informed him, bringing her drink up to her lips and taking a long sip. Storm swallowed before she sighed at the feeling of her aches already beginning to dull, ”I dunno, I didn’t see them at all tonight. Probably out getting smashed somewhere,”[/color] Storm replied with a shrug, placing her drink down next to her before she sighed and stared at the floor.

She could hear the word vomit starting to form in her head, causing her to close her eyes before she sighed deeply. ”I didn’t trip…”[/color] Woops, that came out a bit fast. Storm ground her teeth together and swallowed, her bottom lip quivering. ”I was… hit,”[/color] more like absolutely slaughtered. Storm looked up at him with a half broken expression as she continued, ”I’m hated… by almost everyone on this tour for god knows what reason. And… and when no one else is around and she’s there… she goes ballistic, and I always come out with fucking cuts and bruises because I can’t do anything to fight back,”[/color] the tears were not shedding down her cheeks as she cupped her hands over her mouth. ”I’m so sorry… because of me… p-people hate us. I d-d-don’t know what I’ve done wrong,”[/color] she choked, closing her eyes tightly as she felt her word vomit finish. That wasn’t what she had wanted to have happen.[/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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it wasn’t unusual for guys to chase after the girls on the tour nor was it unusual for girls to chase after the guys. the only difference was, that girls never tried to rape the guys, simply because they couldn’t. he knew girls had fantasies about the guys on the tour but they didn’t take it too far. drunk girls would just throw themselves all over a guy but a drunk guy would try to get into a girl’s pants either that or they’d get into a bar fight or something. zane was the complete opposite when he was drunk, sure he’d have hookups sometimes but he wasn’t that interested in hooking up anymore. it used to be the think he did a lot but the fact set in because he liked someone. and he’d change for her, any day and any minute. besides he didn’t want to catch a disease or something because having sex with one girl could mean he was have sex with at least a hundred others which disgusted him.

he smirked when she commented about the rape me sign, hanging on her. it wasn’t that, she was just the perfect victim. not that she looked like a slut or anything but she was a small girl and she looked like she was easy to take advantage of. maybe she was, he honestly didn’t and wouldn’t know. when she spoke again, he almost laughed but not quiet. because knowing her she’d probably end up stabbing herself or spraying herself in the eye. he’d seen it so many times, she’d probably have it facing the wrong way and spray it in her own eye. which would suck because then the drunks could take advantage of her a lot easier than it was before. “honestly, i don’t trust you with it either,” he was obviously joking but you couldn’t tell by the apathetic look in his face. he was known for going to parties at any time in the day, he rarely missed a party, ever. he liked to have fun and do things that didn’t involve being on the bus, he hated hangovers more than anything though. “i know, i just wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere quite yet, it’s too early.” everything fun happened later or if you really want to get technical, earlier.

zane dropped his hand to his side as his eyes narrowed in on her and he could tell by the way she was acting, she was about to cry. when she spoke he could tell she was lying, he knew her all too well. “you’re lying,” he knew tripping couldn’t do this much damage to her. there was no way in hell, tripping could cause her so much pain. unless she like tripped down a bunch of stairs but the chances of that were highly unlikely. the way she spoke, made it obvious she was lying, if she had tripped she wouldn’t be about ready to cry. she would’ve been able to speak clearly and she wouldn’t have looked away when he asked her. he paid attention to important details and that was one of the. he knew storm didn’t do the whole eye contact thing but she would’ve at least looked at his face which she couldn’t do. maybe she had forgotten that he knew her for a good six years and he could tell when she was lying. she lied to him so much and this time, he really wanted the truth.

“i’m random,” zane was random and he’d say the most random things at the most random times. when he did though, it was usually when he was thinking out loud. but he rarely ever said something that he’d later regret. like how bad would it be if he said everything that was on his mind, he’d be ruined for sure. some things he’d just rather not share with the world. the comment about how she’d seen him in a towel before didn’t surprise him. he was sure everyone on the bus saw him just wearing a towel before, they were all family here. and he wasn’t one of those people who were self conscious about their body, but then again guys rarely were. that was girls and he’d always wondered why maybe all of them were just too into looking good for someone else. he’d never understand it but he didn’t need to. girls brains were complicated, they were just different that guys. girls hid their feelings more often than not and he’d always have to figure out for himself when usually most guys were blunt and straight to the point. he nodded when she spoke, “nothing out of the ordinary, why did you decide to come back to the bus?” again he was curious.

zane’s attention turned away from her as he grabbed a shirt out of his bunk and pulled it over his head and grabbed a pair of long shorts and pulled them on then he threw his towel into a random corner. he’d pick it up later but for now it’d just stay there, when he heard her voice his attention turned back towards her, he raised an eyebrow as she spoke. he knew she was lying and at least for once, perhaps she’d tell him the truth without him asking. “by who?” he really wanted to know who was hitting her and he really wanted to know if this was an ongoing thing. “there must be a reason why they hate you, storm. no one hates you for no reason. wait wait wait, who is ‘she’?” he did the air quotes around the word she. and she answered his question about whether it was an ongoing thing or a onetime thing. he wanted to know and she must’ve been on the tour. at least he’d assumed she had. people got into fights but apparently it wasn’t really a fight for her. because she admitted to not being able to fight back. “who is they, storm?”

[/b] he grabbed her gently and hugged her close to him, he could tell she was upset and he wanted to comfort her.
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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] Storm said with a small smirk before she laughed lightly, brushing her hair behind her ear before she shivered lightly. Storm nodded lightly when Zane said it was too early to actually go anywhere. That was true, most of the parties were absolutely shocking until almost everyone was off there face. ”Good point... parties are always weird at first until everyone gets smashed…”[/color] Storm murmured biting down on her lip gently.

Storm closed her eyes tightly when Zane pronounced her as lying, swallowing deeply as she took in what she assumed to be a slow breath. ”I’m not…”[/color] she whispered, sniffing lightly before she opened her eyes to look back up at him. For someone who’d known her for so long, she’d thought he’d know that she often kept her problems to herself… even if it did end up coming out of her without any control when the word vomit started building up. ”Even if I was telling the truth… I’d get in fucking deep shit,”[/color] she muttered, hugging herself tightly at the idea. She’d woken up in the fucking first aid room after Zui had clocked her in the side of her face, full pelt she might add. She couldn’t remember even getting there, the last thing she really remembered was the feel of Zui’s knuckles colliding with her cheek bone. Storm took in a sharp intake of breath when Zane spoke again, jumping an absolute mile as she snapped back to reality. She shook her head quickly, her hair whipping around her face before she brought a finger to her mouth and bit down on the tip in an attempt to keep herself from cracking.

”Y-Yes, you are random. You speak your mind at the most random moments,”[/color] Storm said, a weak smile forming over her lips as she still tried to catch herself from the random shock she just had before. She was known for her random mental blank outs, and for her nervous breakdowns too. They didn’t happen as much as they used to, but she was sure as hell something bad might happen to her health if she didn’t try and patch things up in her mind. Storm pursed her lips to one side in thought at his question, her chest tightening as she tried to come up with a reason as to why exactly she wasn’t out there. ”I just… you know, I’m not really big on the whole… crowded scene. And I’d rather not… trip again today,”[/color] Storm whispered the last part, sucking in a slow breath as she looked away from Zane as he started to pull clothes on. She kept her eyes on the ground until she heard the towel hit the bed, her brown eyes slowly finding their way back to where he stood.

When Zane asked who, Storm merely shook her head in protest. ”I… I can’t tell you, Zane. I-It’ll just get worse than it already is now…”[/color] her words were slightly interrupted by her gasps for breaths at random moments, ”I woke up in the fucking infirmary and the last thing I remembered was her fist colliding with my head… and then bang, it went black,”[/color] she bit down on her tongue, once again another thing that was aching from where she had bit it, but resisted the urge to groan or cringe in pain. She honestly hated showing weakness in front of him, even though she knew he was really the only person she could turn to when things went sour, she just didn’t like being a burden and having him worry about her. A sob left her lips at his next words, fighting the urge just to curl her knees up to her chest on the bench and try to make things go away. ”Th-They think I’m trying to st-steal this guy from someone… e-even though they’re not dating or anything, it-it’s just her random crush thingy. And a-apparently I’m being a slut and trying to get him into bed w-with me… they've even d-dedicated songs about me... horrible ones...”[/color]she choked, her legs arching as if she were about to pull them up but she managed to resist herself, letting her legs drop down to hang off the bench again.

Her hands drifted up to cover her eyes when Zane pulled her against him, her quiet sobs and her own heartbeat were the only things she could hear. Her chest was beginning to ache, and the wounds from earlier today were feeling as though they were being repeated over and over again. Storm’s tears were beginning to run down her arms and down her wrists, seeping through her fingers and she guessed into Zane’s clean shirt. Her body slumped against him in defeat, gripping her fringe between her fingertips. ”T… Th-that girl from Th-theatre of robots, the one wh-who we always hear yelling from her t-tour bus. H-her whole band has t-turned so many people against me, I d-don’t even know who half of them are. It’s like fucking pre-school, I’m being ga-ganged up on by her and her sister…and one of her friends often joins in to,”[/color] She wasn’t even sure whether her words were audible through her sobs into her hands as she leaned into Zane. Of all the things she’d wanted to happen, she hadn’t wanted to break down like this… especially this bad. She’d been coping with hiding it well for quite some time, but Zane had that hold on her that when things were at their almost worse, she’d completely crack and spill the truth.[/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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storm was acting weird and he couldn’t figure out why, he wanted to know but considering the fact storm always kept everything to herself there wasn’t a chance she’d tell him. he nodded when she spoke not really seeing a reason why he’d have to respond to her. zane was feeling especially lazy today and the thought of going to a party didn’t seem as inviting as it had before. he’d probably just end up staying on the bus, he’d find something to do. maybe he’d just end up sleeping or getting wasted anyway. his attention went back to her when she spoke, “yeah, parties aren’t any fun when everyone is sober,”

[/b] sure they could be but they usually weren’t. and he couldn’t place his finger on why it wasn’t fun when everyone was sober. maybe because when sober people have good judgment and they won’t do the things they do when they’re sober but they’d do it willingly when drunk. people do crazy things under the influence and being drunk isn’t always such a good thing. you’ll always have those people who want to drive home while they’re drunk. you’ll have those people who end up getting raped and what not.

being drunk has its pros and cons, more cons then pros. the only pro thing about being drunk was it relieved you of stress and perhaps you could have more fun drunk than sober. zane hadn’t been drunk in quite some time and he sort of wanted the taste of that hard liquor right now. but he’d never drink in front of his sister, of course he’s had. but he was a completely different person while he was drunk. and he didn’t want her to see him like that. so he’d just stick to the water or he’d go out and get drunk. “stop lying to me,”[/b] he was calm and his eyes shifted to her face. he bit down on his lip and looked away from her, he really didn’t know what to do with her anymore. she was so different, she seemed so depressed or something. maybe not depressed but she wasn’t a happy person not at least since she’s been on the tour. that bothered him a lot; he wanted her to be happy because seeing her upset always put a damper on his mood. zane let out a low sigh when she spoke, he didn’t feel the need to respond to that either so he just kept his mouth shut and didn’t say anything.

he raised an eyebrow when she spoke, she was acting way different. she couldn’t speak a sentence without it breaking when she spoke and she couldn’t even smile. storm used to smile all the time, at least until the tour had happened. now he’d barely seen a real smile on his face and it bothered him. maybe it was the fact that she was his sister and him being so overprotective of her. it was like his job and he promised his parents, though he hated them, he’d watch out for her. and being in the same band made it a lot easier but if she didn’t tell him anything then it wouldn’t be any easier. if she closed herself off to him, he’d never know what was wrong with her. “so you’d rather be back on this bus, what were you going to do anyway?”[/b] there was no one here but him but if he hadn’t. then no one would be here so she would’ve been alone. she could watch tv and relax but that wasn’t all that fun. zane however had come here because he needed a shower and he wanted to chill and somewhat be away from the others for a night. they got on his nerves, everyone but storm.

zane gritted his teeth as she said she couldn’t tell her who it was. “how is telling me, your brother, going to make it any worse?” it bothered him that she was keeping this information from him. he wanted to know who was hurting her, it wasn’t like he was going to go kill the girl or something. though he’d like to but it wasn’t possible, he’d never hit a girl and it wasn’t because he was a softie or anything. he just never thought that hitting a girl was going to solve anything. that’s like a girl trying to fight a guy, pointless. he was getting a bit pissed from the detail she was sharing with him, “just stay away from her, storm and don’t provoke anything,”[/b] because he knew she did. he knew this girl wasn’t just beating her up for no reason, storm sometimes didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. that’s where she was like him but there was a difference. her next words kind of shocked him but he didn’t let it show. “do you like him? don’t listen to the songs storm, that’s just childish.”

that reminded him of that whole mariah-nick-eminem drama. eminem wrote two songs bashing both of them, but what nick and mariah did was just ignore them. that’s what he wanted storm to do. no matter how bad the song was and no matter how many people liked it, he wanted her to ignore it. if they had wrote a song about them then he’d just let it go and tell them, ‘haters make me famous’. zane rubbed her upper back gently trying to calm her, he didn’t know exactly who was in each band but he was sure he’d seen her around or something. then when she said sister, he kind of recognized at who it might be. but he wasn’t sure because it could be either one. zane wasn’t going to get himself involved, “this is like high school all over again, they’re just being immature and making themselves look bad, ignore it and don’t provoke them.“[/b] that’s what girls did wasn’t it? if you liked the same guy or if you messed around with another guy who someone liked, it was just going to be hell for the other person. he’d never understand girls or women.
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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] Storm murmured, a small shrug rolling over her shoulders.

Once again, she let her eyes fall to the ground at his words, feeling her chest tighten. It felt as though a hand was slowly creeping up around her throat and gripping her tighter, as if it was slowly gripping tighter and tighter at random moments. Was it trying to like, tell her something? She wasn’t bloody sure, but for now she’d ignore it. ”I don’t like being a burden on you… it’s all I’ve seemed to be this whole tour because of things that have been happening,”[/color] there, the truth was out now. The reason Storm never told him anything was because she hated knowing she was being a burden on him. Through their whole time together, he seemed to be the one who was always there to help her. Even though he insisted on it, Storm always had that nagging thought at the back of her head telling her that he didn’t like doing it, or that it was somehow wasting his time. Like she was a complete waste of breath when she was like this.

Storm looked back up at Zane hesitantly when he questioned her, a slow nod of her head as an answer. ”I’m safer here… I was gonna go try and find something to do I guess, but yeah… people I don’t know bad mouthing me and greasing me off isn’t my type of fun,”[/color] Storm admitted, biting down on her lip gently, ”I could’ve just played COD4 or something, its what I usually do after this stuff happens. Or sleep,”[/color] the reason why she slept was because her head was always throbbing with pain. Storm usually dosed up on drugs before she slept just so she could get a good night sleep without any interruptions from the pain she possessed. Storm shook her head again, not really knowing what to say to Zane’s words, ”I don’t know… b-but they’ll find out somehow. They know you’re my b-brother and they’re gonna try use th-that to their advantage,”[/color] Storm whispered; with that, she meant they’d either have sex with him and rub it in her face that her brother liked them more than he liked her. And then again, one of them has been giving her weird looks, as if she could read her mind or something when she’s been around Zane… so she was pretty sure that one knew about her feelings.

”I try to… but today I was in a shitty mood for waking up way to early and I managed to bump into her when I was getting breakfast,”[/color] Storm choked, rubbing at her eyes again before taking in a long, deep breath and exhaling slowly. Another shake of her head followed, ”No… we’re nothing but f-friends. We’ve like, made out a few times b-but that was when we were drunk. I haven’t slept with anyone for fucking 2 months, how the fuck does that make me a stupid slut,”[/color] Storm’s grip on her fringe tightened to the point where it was aching mildly. ”they even sing the lyrics when they walk past me…”[/color] Storm whispered, letting go of her hair and rubbing at her eyes roughly. A shiver went down her spine as Zane’s hand rubbed her back, biting down on her lip tightly and not caring that she’d accidentally reopened the split in her lip. She dropped her hands uselessly as she leaned into him, but with shaking hands she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder. ”H-High school was never this bad for me, Zane. I was happy back then, and I rarely got into fights. Whereas here, if I say or accidentally do one thing, its like I’ve st-started another world war,”[/color] Storm murmured, closing her eyes tightly as she sniffed. ”I… I feel as though I’ve gone backwards to wh-when m-my parents died. I feel so useless… I wanna go home…”[/color] Storm choked, her arms tightening around him. She just wanted to go back to Australia where everyone was friends with everyone and there were rarely any fights, where she wouldn’t have to get her face and ego damaged everyday. Her whole personality had gone back in time to her darker days, and it felt as though it was getting worse and worse. Like she was soon going to be on the verge of having a break down even worse than her normal little break downs.[/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR
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he never knew exactly why intoxication was more fun, he really didn’t. for him it was probably just because it took all of the stress away and the reality. for a little while you wouldn’t have to worry about anything and reality wouldn’t set in until the next working or so. and really reality set in hard. speaking of which, zane didn’t pay much attention to reality as of late. reality actually put a burden on everyone and he’d like to live without that burden. the same reason why he didn’t pay attention to it, he didn’t need a burden. he had enough of a burden from his two brothers and his sister. who happened to be older than him by a day, he was still older at the soul. or at least he’d like to think that way. he didn’t like that he was supposedly younger than her. it bothered him, though he’d always been the leader and he always acted like the oldest, most times that is. the only part of being a leader that zane didn’t have was he couldn’t resist fighting someone if it started. he always had his mind set that he had to finish it and usually he did.

his eyes dropped to the floor when she said she didn’t like being a burden on him. she wasn’t exactly a burden on him, he just wasn’t able to relax or anything when she was around. only because she had been in altercations previously and her whole mood had changed. maybe the tour wasn’t the best for her but he wanted her to stay. “you’re not a burden on me,”

[/b] he didn’t want her to start hiding things from him again. he wanted her to just tell him straight up what had happened. he didn’t want her to beat around the bush about it or anything, he wanted a straightforward answer and nothing less. and telling her she was a burden on him would prevent this and it would almost be a lie if he told her this. she was known greatly for keeping things from him and not only that but lying to him. he hated when she lied to him, he really did. he hated liars, he just wanted the straight up truth no matter what it was or how mad it might make him. it was better to tell the truth now then later.

there was no possible way one girl and her sister and her friend could make people hate storm so much. maybe those people just happened to be the girl’s bitches or something. maybe the girl was a threat to those other people so they just did what she did or in this case hated someone like she did. or maybe the people that hated storm were just followers and not leader. this reminded him of that tv show that airs on thecw every monday or something. like the tv show, gossip girl, like the whole group of people who hated the other groups or the other girl. it was like gossip girl in reality but somewhat different. last time he checked the tour didn’t have cliques or anything. it just seemed so juvenile to him, “wow, it’s pretty bad, huh?” he hadn’t seen any of this happen to storm and he was kind of glad he hadn’t. it’d probably just make him mad or something and he’d end up becoming involved which he really didn’t want to do. but he’d do anything to protect his sister. she was worth that much to him at least because no one else seemed to give a shit about her.

“that sounds fun..” he was being sarcastic but not in a mean way. he wanted her to get out more because he wanted the old storm back, the one who partied with him. he missed that one, but there was nothing he could do about it now. she probably wasn’t ever going to change back with everything happening to her and all. he shook his head lightly when she spoke, “they’re not going to find out that you told me. it’s not like i’m going to confront them about it.” yet, if it got worse he probably would but he really didn’t know. getting involved would just put more of a burden on him but he wanted to help her. he couldn’t really say anything about it because he knew how he was in the morning. he wasn’t going to yell at her or get mad at her for doing anything. nor was he going to tell her to stand there and take it. he wanted her to fight back but he didn’t know if she could, he knew she was capable of it. “ohh. you’re not a slut. this girl likes the guy a lot, obviously and she’s jealous. that’s all.” girls minds worked so much different compared to guy’s brains. “ignore that, just block them out. don’t let it bother you.”[/b] he wanted her to stay strong and show no weakness because then they’d stop it.

he bit down on his bottom lip, “that’s only because you’re dealing with different people and the things you say just set these people off easily.” this tour had just ruined the whole band experience for some. “it’s a completely different place out here," it truly was. and going into this tour, he never would’ve imagined he’d have to deal with storm in this way. zane let out a low sigh again his lips pursing a little. he sat down at the table because he could tell he’d be here for awhile or at least it seemed that way. not that it bothered him because he had nothing better to do anyway. and he was glad she was finally telling him about it instead of keeping it from him like she had been doing previously. he lifted his head up when she said she wanted to go home and he of course was going to try to keep her to stay, he didn’t want to have to look for a new drummer during the tour. “don’t let it get to you. just hold your head high through it all and it’ll be so much easier. trust me.” he made his words sound reassuring. he knew what he was talking about.
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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] Storm looked away as she chewed on the inside of her lip, sighing deeply before continuing, ”It’s nice and all… but I would like to see you relaxed again, like how things were before,”[/color] her lip quivered, but she managed to stop herself as she looked up at him with a crooked smile, ”Just a night to ourselves again, without any worries or troubles…”[/color] Storm’s words had turned into a whisper as she dropped her eyes again.

It would be nice to go back when there really weren’t that many worries; if she hadn’t let herself get so down from what’s been happening at the tour, it’d probably still be like that. Storm wanted to go back to that, where they could just be completely relaxed around one another and have Zane not have to worry about her so much. She was twenty, but at times it seemed like she went back to being that little girl she once was. And, she was older than him by one day and he was always the most responsible and took the lead whenever anything bad went wrong. A slow, lazy nod was given when Zane questioned if it was really that bad, ”I mean, I’ve started ignoring them, but there are just days when I let my walls fall down and everything that people say just gets to me.”[/color] Storm explained, twiddling her thumbs as she watched spoke. Storm looked up at him with an accusing expression, her tears finally starting to try up when he mentioned that what she was going to do sounded ‘fun’. ”Well it’s something I enjoy doing, thank you very much. Killing virtual people when I’m in a bad mood usually works, considering I can’t really go to jail for doing it in a virtual world,”[/color] a smirk soon rose on her lips as she hugged herself again, ”Maybe you should try it instead of fighting with people when you’re off your face, hmmm?”[/color] an eyebrow arched as she stared at him accusingly. She did know that he was a fighter and whenever there was a chance to, he’d go into it.

The blonde pouted and let a quick, deep breath leave her lips, ”I’d actually like to go clubbing again… it might just take my mind off things,”[/color] Storm whispered, brushing her hair behind her ears before looking up at Zane. ”I want things to be normal again… maybe this mood is just because the anniversary of my parents death is coming up,”[/color] that was usually the cause of her bad moods and depressive states. Her parents died late January just after her 11th birthday, and her mood always rapidly decreased in the month coming up to it. Storm rubbed the last few tears escaping off her cheeks as she listened to Zane speak, ”That’s good… at least that calms down the little nagging voice at the back of my head,”[/color] for now, she added mentally. Pursing her lips gently, Storm placed her hands back onto the bench and tapped her fingers against it softly, the silent click of her nails against the top. ”You’re right… she just takes jealousy way over the top. I mean… we accidentally did sleep together, but like I said… it happens when we’re both completely off our faces and it was quite some time ago,”[/color] Storm bit down on her lip as the blood rushed to her cheeks, turning them a light shade of red. It wasn’t usually her thing to just randomly sleep with people, and she had had too much to drink… merh, it was one of the things she sort of regretted, but sort of didn’t. ”I’ll try, but the thing is… at times, I just really want to hit her, but then it’ll blow the whole blind thing out of the water,”[/color] Storm pouted her lips at the thought, she really didn’t want people knowing she wasn’t really blind, cause it was better than telling them that she just didn’t want to look at them.

”Dealing with people who could kill me if they wanted to,”[/color] it was true, the people up here were so much more violent then she ever would’ve imagined. The crime rate was way higher, as was the death toll. It actually frightened Storm quite a lot knowing that a killer was running around murdering the lead singers of bands. ”Hey Zane… you’re being careful, right? I mean… with all the murders and stuff that have been happening around here…”[/color] it was a random thing to ask, but she wanted to know. Storm looked up at him with gave him a worried smile, "I don’t want to find out that you got into a fight with someone who could… hurt you,”[/color] Storm closed her eyes lightly and shook her head, ”Because it’d suck if I lost my baby brother,”[/color] and there it was, her mood swing completely and utterly changed as she poked her tongue out at him in a playful manner. It would be horrid if she lost Zane, god… there really wouldn’t be any reason for her to be around if she lost him, even if she did have her younger brothers, he was really the only one she ever got close to.

Storm cocked her head to the side as she watched Zane take a seat on the table opposite, her tongue running lightly over her lips as she picked up her drink and finished it off. Looking back at him as he spoke, she hopped off from the bench and brushed her dress down before sighing, walking off towards the bathroom for a moment. She came back a few seconds later with a cleaned up face, no mascara stains in sight as she stopped and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms lightly underneath her chest. Resting her head against the wall with a sigh, she said, ”Thank you, Zane…”[/color] a smile plastered itself onto her face as she stood up from the wall and walked over to him, leaning over to kiss his cheek lightly, pulling back to brush her fingers through his hair, ”You can go if you’d like… have some fun and take your mind off my little break down. I’d rather you go do something then sit around here with miss gloom and doom for the rest of your night.”[/color] Storm offered, a reassuring smile appearing over her lips as she crossed her arms behind her. An idea popped into her head which made her once saddened eyes sparkle, looking down at him with a smirk, ”You know what… we’re going to do something in a few days. Do things that we used to before my mood swings went haywire. You’re not doing anything really important after Christmas, are you?”[/color] Storm asked, raising an eyebrow before she dropped her hands back to her side as she smiled brightly, ”cause, we’re gonna go party. Even if you do have something on, I’m going to drag you along to the nearby club and we’re going to just… relax and forget about all the bad things that have happened,”[/color] Storm said, stepping back to rest against the bench top again. Hopefully, just hopefully he’d agree to come with her and just forget this really ever happened.[/ul]

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[*ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON!]

keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak there
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he hadn’t thought she noticed how tense he was nowadays, he tried to hide it. but maybe it was because she had lived around him for six years and she knew how he acted when he was tense. or maybe she had some power to see through him because he kept everything to himself to avoid conflict and drama. “i’m always tense because day after day you come back with bruises, cuts, and you’re always so upset.” it was impossible for him to try not to care, he was just prone to care about her. “i can’t relax, that’s just impossible.” he shook his head lightly, at least not until this stopped. but he doubted that would happen, he’d be tense throughout the entire tour. not unless this all blew over but chances were it wouldn’t. he hoped it would stop because he didn’t deal with stress well, he’d end up drinking or smoking. which he didn’t really want to do because he was a different person while he was drunk. “yeah..”

[/b][/color] that’s all he could let out without saying anything else he didn’t want to say. he saw that as impossible because he was sure she wouldn’t ever be as happy as she used to be.

he wasn’t surprised things got to her, she was a girl. not like that was the only reason, she just wasn’t use to people hating her. so why should she have her guard up all the time if she had never had to do it before. he was quite surprised life wasn’t hell for her in high school especially if it was now. but then again, if you knew your place in high school, they’d leave you alone. “i understand, it makes sense,” not exactly but it’d make sense to him sooner or later. he didn’t know why she let her guard down anyway but then again, things made sense when you thought about who she was. “aah, i see. it sounds fun..really. not for me though,”[/color] he hated video games and saw no point to them. besides he was twenty and he was mature, maybe three years ago he’d played them without any problem. but he had other things to do then play video games and killing virtual people would just make him more mad. “no, i prefer physical fighting over virtual killing or fighting any day. besides i’m not a fan of video games.” she’d probably think he was weird because usually you’d expect all guys to enjoy video games. zane didn’t.

clubbing was one thing, zane did best. he knew how to dance especially at raves, he enjoyed those the most. “it definitely will, you should go sometime soon,” like before things got worse and she wasn’t in the mood for it at all. he never really heard about how her parents died and he definitely wasn’t going to ask. he hadn’t ever in the six years they lived together and he definitely wasn’t ever going to ask. he kind of even didn’t want her to tell him. he wasn’t so good with death, it wasn’t that he’d cry, he’d just not know what to say. besides if it was murder, it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to hear about. that was just him so he didn’t respond to that either because he wanted her to drop the subject before she got thinking about it too much. that was the last thing that needed to be done because then her mood would lessen and she’d be all depressed. well now he didn’t know how she handled it but he was sure it wasn’t great. “getting involved was the last thing i was going to do, believe me. so what’s her name?” he wasn’t going to let it go until she told him the name. he wanted to know exactly who was doing this to his sister and he would find out rather she told him herself or not.


“she’s just afraid, you’re going to steal him away from her. she has every reason to think that, you’re a threat to her,”[/b] it was the truth. if this girl wasn’t afraid that storm was going to steal this guy away then she wouldn’t be doing the things she did to her. “shit happens,” people needed to get over it sometimes. maybe if they had been sober it would’ve been a different story, it definitely would but that wasn’t the case. he always wondered exactly why she pretended to be blind, she was the drummer, you had to be able to see. well unless you knew that drum set completely by heart then it’d be a different story. he knew she wasn’t blind but he wasn’t sure if anyone else realized she wasn’t either. she told him why she did it and it made sense but you didn’t always have to look people in the eye. though it would’ve been considered rude if she didn’t look someone in the eye while talking. “blind people can hit people, they just have to use their senses to figure out where the person is. besides you can actually see her,”[/b] but then again that could also blow up in her face. fighting back could blow up in her face, just everything seemed like it would. he wondered if anyone actually fell for the whole blind act or maybe storm was a great actor.

he gritted his teeth at the thought of someone actually killing storm. if storm had died, he’d just lose it. he couldn’t imagine losing his sister at the hands of someone on tour or some obsessed fan who’d end up killing her. he pushed the thoughts out of his mind because the thought was upsetting him. he barely looked at her when she asked if he was being careful, he wasn’t exactly watching out, to be honest. but he didn’t want to tell her that but then again he wanted to remain honest with her. “i haven’t actually been thinking about it, so i guess i’m not.” he heard a little about them and he hadn’t thought twice about them. he mainly put them behind him and hadn’t really put much thought in them. he knew he wasn’t invincible but he didn’t think he’d be a target. though he was famous and he was sure to have slept with a few girls who had boyfriends before. “nothing is going to happen to me, storm,” he reassured her, he didn’t want her to have those thoughts in her head. he wasn’t going to die anytime soon, if he could help it.

he pulled off a small smile, “you’re welcome,” his eyes dropped to the bench he was sitting at. honestly he didn’t want to go anywhere now, his sister was more of a priority then what he may have wanted to do. “naw, i have nothing better to do, i’ll stay here with you,”[/color] he smiled, it wasn’t like he had plans with someone else who’d he be blowing off by staying her. and besides he hadn’t spent much time with storm recently anyway. he had always gone out and he always had plans and he had spent very little time with her. so he decided that for once he’d stay with her, maybe he’d enjoy it in fact. “i don’t have any current plans for after christmas. you won’t have to drag me, sounds fun, i’ll definitely be there.”[/b] zane didn’t even know if he was going to do anything rather than go to some party or something so he’d be able to go with his sister. at least her mood had lightened a little, maybe they’d have a lot of fun for once, he was looking forward to it. she’d only have to drag him if he was sleeping or something otherwise he’d go willingly. though she probably wouldn’t wake him up if he was sleeping because he was always in such a bad mood after he woke up.
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[*STORM EBONY WILSON!]

I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why

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[/b][/color] her words were only a whisper, but she was pretty sure he’d be able to hear her. She’d always hated seeing him in such a worried state when she was around, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him relax and just have some fun. Well, have fun with her around. ”I can’t remember the last time I saw you’re actual smiling face. It cuts me deep to know we haven’t had fun together since… I can’t even remember,”[/color] Storm murmured before looking up at him.

Storm eyed him for a moment when he said he understood what she was saying, for a split moment remembering that when he said that, he didn’t really until he thought about it and let the words sink into his mind. But, she wasn’t going to say anything, she’d gotten used to him being like that. A scoff left her lips as she shook her head at Zane’s words, ”You’re lame, you know that right? How can you call yourself my brother if you don’t even like video games?!”[/color] Storm shook her head and pouted her lips, ”Not even every once in awhile?”[/color] Storm asked, before sighing in defeat when he said he wasn’t into them. ”Whatever, your loss. At least in video games if you die you come back to life, or if you get hurt you heal in like… 2 seconds,”[/color] Storm muttered, rambling off on her random gamer ways. Storm then pursed her lips and looked back at Zane, ”Or are you afraid you’d get beaten by me? Hmm? Is that it?”[/color] she couldn’t help the grin that appeared over her lips when. If it was like that, it’d be kinda funny. She’d get him to play a game with her sooner or later.

Storm sighed and brushed her hair behind her ear, ”But I don’t want to go by myself.”[/color] Storm said softly before biting down on her lip. She’d probably get at least 1-2 people to come with her so that she wouldn’t have to be by herself whilst she was sober. Hell no; things were weird when she was sober by herself at a party… and yeah, she didn’t want to risk getting caught up in anything with stupid random fan boys who’d try and drag her off. Storm screwed up her nose at the thought of her parents anniversary coming up, remembering that Zane didn’t know the real cause of her parents death. All he’d been informed on is that her parents were deceased and she’d be living with them. She’d felt a bit like a house invader, but she had always had the gut feeling it would never last like all of those other places she was at. The longest she was at someone’s house before the Tyson’s took her in was 3 months. ”I never told you… did I?”[/color] Woops, that wasn’t supposed to come out. Storm bit her lip and looked away, she handled talking about it alright, so long as it didn’t way too far into the conversation. ”I wasn’t supposed to say that… I was just thinking about how you weren’t really told what happened and why I was put up for adoption,”[/color] Whaa! The word vomit had started. Storm screwed her nose up and clasped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. ”Fuckkk, stupid word vomit,”[/color] Storm murmured into her hand.

Storm dropped her hand from her mouth and started playing with one of the layers on her dress, ”Zui…”[/color] it came out before she could even think it over whether to say it or not. Looks like the word vomit hadn’t exactly finished like she thought it had. Storm rubbed her arms as goosebumps rose over them and a shiver ran down her spine, was it cold in here… or was it just her? Eh, she wasn’t sure. Storm took in a deep breath and gave a light laugh when Zane spoke, ”Mmm, I had a feeling she saw me as a threat. But hell, who the fuck would want to go after someone like me.”[/color] Storm said as she rolled her eyes; seeing how tense and worried Zane got when she was around, it’d probably get ten times worse for the person she was dating. It’d be like looking after a baby, she needed constant watch and attention so she wouldn’t go insane. Damn… that summed her up in one word; baby. Storm looked back up at Zane when he said blind people could hit people if they used their sense thingies, ”I suppose so, but that could also blow up in my face. I broke my walking stick today as well… I was tempted to throw it at her, but snapped it instead out of anger,”[/color] Storm admitted, sucking in her upper lip as she ran her teeth along it.

Storm’s eyes narrowed on Zane when he stated he hadn’t been worried about it, a look of stress forming over her face. He hadn’t even thought about who he was sleeping with or knocking unconscious? Well that was great… Storm swallowed back the lump that appeared in her throat in concern, but soon she felt as though her stomach dropped when he said that nothing would happen. Biting down her lip, she nodded weakly and sucked in a breath, ”It better not…”[/color] she whispered, her voice cracking slightly before she coughed to clear her throat, rubbing her neck in an awkward motion, ”I don’t want to wake up one day and not be able to find you…”[/color] her eyes closed as she shook her head, ridding the thoughts that had appeared a thousand times before to the back of her mind. Now wasn’t the time to show him that she’d worried about his life more than once since they’d been on this tour. In all honesty, she hated knowing he fought with people and slept with people whenever he wanted to. It made her worry even more knowing he never thought about it. So that just goes to show that she was scared shitless about the things Zane did without even thinking it over first.

Storm gave a crooked smile when Zane dropped his eyes, a sigh leaving her lips as she walked over to him and took his face between her hands. ”That wasn’t a real smile… do it again, but do it for real this time… I miss seeing it,”[/color] Storm almost demanded, ”Or I won’t let you go until you do it… or… I’ll find some way to force it out of you,”[/color] which she had no idea how to do. Storm wasn’t sure if her old ways of making him smile would work anymore, he’d changed quite a lot since they’d been stuck on this bus. Storm smiled lightly, ”Please?”[/color] her words were quiet as she kept hold of his face, forcing him to look at her instead of avoiding her. She grinned when he said he’d stay with her, ”You sure? We’ll have to dig something out of the closet to do… but first, you have to smile like you mean it… not a forced one.”[/color] Storm said, poking his cheek with her finger as she giggled. ”if not… I’ll tie you to this chair and make you play video games,”[/color] her threats were lame ones and she knew they’d never work; he towered over her and was much stronger than she was, he’d be able to get out of anything she did to him. But she was still determined to get that smile out of him. Storm beamed when Zane pronounced he’d go with her to a club, ”yay! That’s good to know, we shall figure a date out soon.”[/color] but it had to be quite soon, seeing as if they left it for too long, things might get worse and adapt into something greater than it already was.[/ul]

TAG:: Zane <3
WORDS:: 1,361
LYRICS:: everything you want: vertical horizon
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