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Post by *AMANDA MADELYNN LANE! on Dec 23, 2009 3:30:49 GMT -5
 
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[/b][/center] amanda smirked to herself as she logged off of the computer, jumping up out of her chair happily. she wasn't only trying to have sex with zane because she needed to get laid, but also because she was just amazing and knew that the whore was like, in love with him. she had seen the way her face lit up when the girl heard his voice and it made her giggle internally, now that she was getting the chance to sleep with him. she'd rub it in the girl's face eventually, it wouldn't take too much and nobody put it past her. she was out to hurt the girl any way she could, mostly because she was always all over zui's soon-to-be boyfriend, and that never flew well with the best friend. never ever. if murder wasn't illegal, the girl would've been thrown under the bus a long time ago. literally, thrown under a bus. there would probably some stupid search party searching for the dumb skank and she would just sit in her bus giggling with zui, because that's what they thought of the girl. she would've thrown a yay-storms-gone party with hers and zui's bands and they would've partied all night long, doing more than she should've. zui was her best friend, she'd take a bullet for her and give up her life if it meant that zui could have the best life ever. she was that kind of a person, so zui's enemies where her enemies, and her enemies were zui's enemies. they had been best friends since they met, last year on the same tour. neither of them had been fond of other people, though people were starting to drop dead and bands were quitting, which made her worry about herself slightly. she knew she was a bitch, but what about zui? zui would go before she did.
she shook those thoughts away from herself and stood up. she had to get dressed then go clean zane's bus and sleep with him. then she would make a stop at theatre of robot's bus to talk to zui and make sure she wasn't breaking anything, and because she knew that zoozoo would want to know. she needed something to do, and zane fit her standards. behind all his hair, he was pretty damn good looking, even with the makeup. she was sure a lot of girls out there would kill to sleep with him, though amanda wasn't anywhere near that desperate. if he had been joking, she would've gotten dressed and skipped off to find someone who wanted her, because to be honest, a lot of people wanted her in their bed. she had big boobs, a small waist, and a full ass; an hour glass shape, and she was damn proud of it and showed it off. most of the guys on tour had slept with her, except the ones that were younger than her, because then she felt like a pedophile. well..only when they looked younger than her. she knew zane was younger than her, but he didn't look it, really. he seemed like he was the same age as her, not older or younger. of course not older. his hair was long, longer than she normally would've dealt with if he didn't have more pros than cons. she was sure people had mistaken him as a girl from behind at least once or twice, which, she had to admit, would've been funny to witness. she giggled, imagining someone walking up to him and asking him out, only to realize that he was male and not female. she probably would've cracked up and laughed for days. she probably would've taunted the poor kid for days, too, and never would've forgotten or let him forget.
the blond wandered over to her small suitcase, opening it with a frown. of course she didn't get closet space, her sister used both of their space, which wasn't all that surprising to her or her band mates. her sister was the diva and she was the whore, but they all knew and accepted that. the only time amanda ever looked even remotely normal was on stage, when she resorted to jeans and a t-shirt for comfort instead of her mico-miniature skirts and see through shirts. the only person who ever really confronted her about it was her sister, and it was starting to get annoying, considering the girl had been stupid enough to let pictures of her half naked leak. now, amanda knew that there were pictures of her bare, but she liked it that way. she didn't mind people seeing her almost completely exposed, or completely exposed for that matter. it usually just made people want to sleep with her more, and part of her was surprised that she wasn't pregnant yet, considering she never really mentioned condoms or any sort of protection. she wasn't on the pill and she never brought male protection. it was almost as if she was asking to get pregnant, so she could get rid of it, she supposed is what people thought would happen. though, they were wrong. if she got pregnant, she would quit her band and become a real parent, though she knew that she would end up either alone or on tour as a tag-along for the father. she shuddered at the thought, but she couldn't give sex up. it was all she knew besides breathing and drumming. she didn't know how to pull herself away from it, it wasn't like she didn't have endless opportunities, on a tour with mostly men and with a lot of male fans completely attracted to her. she could sleep with almost anyone she wanted to.
amanda dug into her bag, pulling out a pair of matching panties and bra. zebra striped with pink lining. they were probably one of the more expensive parts of her wardrobe. she liked to look like she had the money to at least buy nice undergarments, which most people didn't. she cared what she looked like, always. all her underwear and bras had matches. it was slutty and such, but she didn't care what other bitches thought of her. she would know when it got out of hand, and it hadn't yet. she also pulled out an extremely short, hot pink dress, smiling to herself. this was her outfit today, and probably some heels. it would be fun, she was sure. he looked like he had some experience from the pictures she'd seen, and from when she'd observed him onstage. she smiled to herself and locked herself in the back room of her bus, tearing her clothes off. she was only wearing baggy pajama bottoms and a tight tanktop. boy short boxer underwear and no bra. she could see someone stop and stare through the window and leaned over, her breasts hanging out all over the place smiling down at him before shutting the blinds. she clipped her bra into place and pulled the thong up her legs, looking over her tattoos in the mirror for a second, sighing to herself. quickly, she pulled the dress over her body, it barely covered her butt. she gave a satisfied nod of her head, rushing into the bathroom with a brush. she combed through her long bleached blond locks, smlinging to herself as she ran the flat iron through it, her fingers fidgetting. she looked like a whore by the looks of her clothing, but her face was plain. she hated herself without makeup.
quickly, the girl picked up her foundation, dabbing some of it in the right places and watching as it blended into her skin, then took her cover up in her hands, swirling a little makeup brush around, letting the powder sprinkle all over her face, working it into her skin. her skin looks flawless now, but her eyes looked dull and uncolorful, which was never okay to her. she opened her liquid eyeliner, making dark lines on the top of her eyelid, extending it just outside of her lashes, screwing the top back on. her stick eyeliner was in her hands within seconds, laying a thick layer of black against her bottom eye lashes, she blinked in the mirror for a second, closing her eyeliner and picking up her mascara. she let the black liquid enlongate her lashes, blinking again before putting clear lip gloss over her lips. she was one of her better days, she looked good. she looked the way she wanted to and with another nod into the mirror and an unsure falter of her lips, she went back out to her suitcase, putting her pajamas back in, zipping it up. she quickly scribbled out a note saying not to worry about her and all that jazz before letting her shoes slip onto her feet. her shoes made her a whole four inches taller, making her five foot five inches. she bent down, clipping the buckles into place, walking over to the door. she was finally feeling pretty and was ready to go, easily walking down the steps and across the gravel, smirking to herself. most people wondered how she walked so easily on this kind of ground with that kind of heel, but she was more than used to it by now. it was something she had learned to do since the year before. this was her second year on the nineteen stars tour, her band had been one of the five that had been asked to come back the year before, and hopefully this year would be the year they would be signed at the end of the year, but that really had nothing to do with what she was about to do.
she searched for i make scenes burn's bus and a smile pressed against her lips. she knocked lightly and stepped back, her hip popped out a tad bit, waiting for him to come to the door, humming one of the bands songs to herself. it was one of zui's. "storm, stand up and recieve this award. i am pleased to pronounce you a whore. storm, you're such a disease, you're the queen of the sleaze. rule the world from your knees." the words were singing themselves in her head and the bars buzzing in her throat. she loved that song and had been one of the people to help her friend write the song. it was fun and sounded great. as long as the words weren't leaving her mouth, though, she was good..because she was about to meet storm's "brother". she didn't think they were related, but it didn't really matter. even if they were, storm still had some weird ass attraction to him. she could tell, and she was about to break all the little girl's dreams.
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Post by *ZANE ALEXANDER TYSON! on Dec 25, 2009 11:34:59 GMT -5
keep calling it a crash and burn waiting your turn you might have time to speak thereBARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED , CAUSE IT WILL RETURN NO FLAVOR - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/center]
there was something zane couldn’t resist and that was sex. he barely ever gave up the chance to have sex with someone. and when he did he was either in a bad mood or the girl who wanted to have sex with him, just wasn’t attractive. though he didn’t have to reject people that much because they knew he wasn’t going to have sex with them. even though he is a swinger, he has standards. and sometimes girls just didn’t meet those standards. and his standards weren’t even that high obviously otherwise he wouldn’t be having so much sex. he wasn’t a sex addict he just had a lot of it, that wasn’t bad, right? i mean of course there was that whole issue with getting an std or hiv/aids. he was actually surprised he hadn’t ever got a girl pregnant, because there were multiple times when he hadn’t used a condom and she hadn’t been on birth control. personally zane wasn’t a fan of condoms, they ruined the pleasure you got when you didn’t use one compared to when you did. but sometimes he had to or he’d end up with a child and he didn’t really want a kid yet. it’d distract him from the band and that’s the last thing he wanted.
besides sex he couldn’t live without alcohol. he preferred that hard liquor that’d get you hammered after one cup and a half. vodka, gin or whiskey for instance. those are his favourites and he couldn’t resist them. he isn’t an alcoholic or anything because he can sometimes say no to it but chances are if it’s shoved in his face he isn’t going to reject it. the only bad thing about alcohol and getting drunk was the hangover that followed the next morning. that had to be the only downside about being drunk. hangovers were a bitch and they always entirely put him in a bad mood the next day. being drunk was no phone and it never should’ve been. why would it be, like really? you barely remember anything and sometimes you might do something you regret. drinking would always be one of his habits and he’d never be able to break it, it was just the whole part of him. sex and alcohol were the absolute two things he couldn’t live without. if he stopped having sex and stopped drinking it would be evident he’d probably go into some sort of depression.
zane closed his laptop and threw it in gently on his bed he was literally about to have sex with a girl he just sort of met. her name was amanda and she was in the band you’ll never know. they hadn’t previously spoken or anything until today. but she was hot and he’d never deny that because he’d be lying. she had the perfect body and they were both in some form, whores. so they both had experience in having sex and it wasn’t just going to be some lame sex where he was going to regret it because she was just awful. but instead she had a lot of experience, well at least he assumed. and he had experience so why wouldn’t this be satisfying? he laid in his bed for a few more minutes staring at the top of it and thinking about life, in general. he had two brothers back at home who were missing him greatly. and his sister, storm. he was starting to worry about her because of the previous day she’d been in a fight. but he hadn’t expected any less from her. she kind of started to go that personality that he had, he was a fighter. he’d never hit a girl though, no matter how mad he got.
fighting a girl was just pointless to him and besides he wasn’t going to jail for it. surprisingly zane had never been in the slammer. he’d got into many physical altercations and he’d never been caught. he’s never even been arrested for public intoxication which he’s done, multiple times. the only thing he hasn’t done or even tried was driving while under the influence, and while on tour it wasn’t even like he had a car. so he wasn’t provoked to do it especially if he rode in a taxi. at the end of a show in a city, he’d probably made enemies with half the taxi drivers. because he’d puke in their taxis and it wasn’t like he couldn’t hold his liquor. he could until he got really dizzy in a taxi with cars passing by him at speeds which seemed incredibly fast and all the bright lights and the people crossing the street, it made him dizzy. the plus side was that he’d never have to see those taxi drivers again unless perhaps they toured in the same city next year or something.
usually that was likely but chances were that the taxi drivers would forget who he was. and besides he wasn’t so much into public intoxication anymore. he’d rather by intoxicated on the safety of his bus but then again it was more fun at the club or at some party. being drunk alone was lame but being drunk with someone else wasn’t. zane preferred it that way and he didn’t really have a reason why he did. he just did, and no one ever questioned it. speaking of which, no one ever questioned him anyway. no one ever asked why he did something or why he was a certain way. it could’ve been fear or something but he wasn’t quite sure. he didn’t want everyone to be afraid of him but then again it was better that way. zane would just always be an angry person, his thoughts were washed away when he heard a knock at the bus door, he rolled out of bed, stepping over dirty clothes and empty beer cans, and finally making it to the door. he was glad she was coming over to clean up as well because the bus needed it, badly. he opened the door with a smirk on his face, “what’s the password?”
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Post by *AMANDA MADELYNN LANE! on Jan 10, 2010 1:07:32 GMT -5
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[/b][/center] amanda could see a figure moving through the bus, probably hopping over things and such, she wouldn't have doubted it. she was pretty sure she'd have to clean before getting what she wanted, though. she would probably prefer it that way, considering she hated sex in disgusting places like bathrooms or stuff like that. sure, she was a whore, and she would accept that as if it was a compliment, but she wasn't about ready to deal with that shit. no way, she had standards..sort of. if he wasn't big, she'd leave without hesitation. she wouldn't mind having cleaned for nothing, that didn't bother her in the least bit. it was the fact that guys told her that they were so great in bed, and she got there and was disappointed that they really weren't all that they were cracked up to be, but she'd heard a lot about zane and supposedly he was really good, but she wasn't sure. she wouldn't believe it until she saw it and or felt it. though, she knew he expected more than for her to lay on her back and smile, and that was the exact opposite of what she would do. over the years, she had found that that was what everyone expected her to do, but now she was experienced and knew what she was doing and how to do it while making herself and whomever she was with feel better, and she like it that way.
amanda looked up at him slightly confused, but a smirk was plastered against her face. she was more than positive that he hadn't ever told her a password, but she was also pretty sure that was the point. she knew she was getting in even if she didn't guess a password because he seemed pretty desperate to have his bus cleaned. she was almost sure he had a good view down her shirt, but she didn't mind. she liked it that way. it wasn't like she didn't have tits to look at or something. she wanted to say something clever back to him, but she had to get into the right mode for that. her mind wnadered, she had a way of doing that when she was trying to think. her mind flashed to zui and she mentally smiled. zui had been her best friend for almost two years. her and her twin siblings, the three were triplets, but most people wouldn't have ever guessed that. they really didn't act alike except for the fact that they were all overly loud when they didn't really need to be. none of them really looked like eachother, either. zui was by far the best looking, then river was gorgeous, and phin..phin was just flat out hot. it was a fairly well hidden fact that manda was absolutely in love with phineas allistar pheonix. she herself was the only person that knew she wanted more than a physical relationship with him. she never told him because she wsa afraid that seconds, and minutes, and hours, and days would pass of just silence because he didn't want to tell her that he didn't love her, not like she loved h im. and god, that would kill her. so instead of spilling her guts to him or anyone else, she just kept her feelings bottled up inside of herself until it was practically busting through ever seam in her body. she loved him. damnit, what was she even doing here? she was asking the question over and over again as if she didn't know the answer..she was wasing her time on some guy that meant nothing to her except a good fuck.
her eyes moved back up to zane. was she doing the right thing? she asked herself, though she also knew the answer to that question. of course this wasn't the right thing to do. she didn't love him..hell, she barely knew his name, let alone any std's he carried, or if she would get anything from sleeping with him, but it'd been a few days and she was starting to not be able to handle herself. she'd been having sex with random guys since she was sixteen years old. a meer sophomore in highschool, and her dad had been forcing her into it since she was twelve. she'd been pregnant once already and had managed to hide it until she started to show, and by that time she was too far along to get an abortion, which was when her dad smashed her stomach to the point her baby died and she had to get it taken out at the doctor's office. after this is when she started up with random guys she would have a good reason to not come home. her mom and younger sister just thought she was a whore. her mom told her daily that she was just a mistake, and her dad let her know that the only thing she was to him was a fuck; a nice lay. though her sister...her sister looked up to her. their parents loved andrea, they'd always loved her. amanda, on the other hand, she had been an accident. andrea had been planned. she was the family princess and manda had just been casted aside like a broken doll. nothing more, nothing less. she mattered half as much as drea did, but she was glad. it made her dad pay less attention to her when their mom and her were home. she was in the dark, lost and nobody cared at that point, which was better for her will being. she liked the more that way anyways, no matter how many times her dad threatened her. now that she was out, there was no way she would ever go back to that. she was safer here, sleeping with every guy she could, even with the pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease worry.
she realized she had stopped smiling just seconds ago, and she also realized it had only been around a minute of her just standing there. she could feel eyes on her back, people just staring at her, wondering if zane was getting any action. she needed to get laid and he needed his bus cleaned. it was a fair trade, and she was looking forward to it. "i didn't know that was how this worked, dear." her voice was soft. "but i was never told any secret password, so i guess i'll just go home." she was smiling softly. "sorry for... inconveniencing you." she said with a small laugh and a little smile, leaning forward just slightly before slowly turning away, her heels clicking lightly against the ground making small thudding noises ontop of the concrete as she walked, her hips swaying from side to side.
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