Tales of a Chemical Romance

I walked offstage and grabbed the bottle of water sitting on the table backstage. Opening it, I sighed, tired from the night. I looked back at the other guys, smiling as Ray told a dirty joke about a girl in the 4th row. I shook my head as it got worse, the guy talking about going home to their girlfriends for some much needed "relaxation".

"Come on, guys. Do we gotta talk about the girls like that?" I groaned.
"Oh, like you don't?" Gerard laughed.
"He doesn't have a girlfriend, remember?" Mikey chimed in. "He has multiple.."
"They're not girlfriends, they're hook ups. It's an entirely different concept." I sighed, annoyed.
"We're only giving you shit, shortstop," Bob laughed, ruffling my hair. "So are you gonna see her tonight?"
"See who?"
The guys all laughed and sang in unison: "Jaaaaamiiiiiaaaaaa..."

Jamia.. Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while. The taste of her name danced on my tongue as I let it escape my mouth.

"What Jamia and I had was fun but I think we're over and done with," I sighed. "Besides," I grumbled. "She has a boyfriend.."
"What?!" Gerard screeched as we got into the cab back to the hotel. "She's dating someone after you two fucked for an entire weekend?!"
"I think it was a month, actually.." Mikey mused, hidden behind a comic.
"It wasn't a month, it was the entire tour!" Bob laughed. "Remember? We couldn't walk onto the bus without hearing her moans echoing throughout the entire bunk!"
"I wouldn't mind her moaning my name out like that," Gerard laughed.
"YOU GUYS! God!" I groaned. "It's in the past. Lets leave it there, okay?"

We finally arrived at the small hotel and met up with the girlfriends. Mikey and Alicia, Gerard and Lindsey, Ray and Christa and Bob and his fuck-of-the-tour. I rolled my eyes as they started making out in the elevator, stopping short as the doors opened to reveal Breanna.

"Jamia! What are you doing here?!" Mikey laughed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"I could ask you the same thing!" she laughed, hugging him back. Mikey's hands lingered down her arms, down her sides and I could have fucking punched him.
"We just got done with a show, actually. You?"
"I was eating here at the cafe with a few girlfriends." She smiled up at him and the rest of the guys, even their girlfriends, yet ignored me. Of course, I was hiding behind Bob so..

"Yo! Shortstop. Are you gonna ignore her or what?"

I looked up at Bob and glared at him before softening my face to look at her. "Hey.."
"Hi.."

The guys took a hint and said their goodbyes as they left Breanna and I in the hallway. There was so much I missed about her. Her soft rusty hair, her hard green eyes. The way she felt underneath me.. I shoved my hands in my pockets and rocked back and forth on my heels, trying to ignore the fact that she was unaware that her tits were bulging out of her little leather dress.

"So, uh, how've you been?"
"Oh, I've been better, but the band's really taking off now so I'm busy a lot.."
She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, my nephew talks about you all the time."
Oh great. Aiden hasn't forgotten about me like she has. That hurts more than anything. I nodded and took in her small figure. She wasn't skinny by any means but the curves in her body were just slim of average, which I fucking craved. Her hips were wider yet her waist was smaller. Her chest was taunting me, popping out of the tiny slit in the dress. Her rusty hair was wavy now, probably from a washed out perm, and met her waist. I always bugged her to grow it out and it looked like she took my advice. Her green eyes poked through a curtain of thick bangs, taking me in as well. I wasn't much, sadly. Still a little scrawny, but a little more muscle on me. My blonde had faded and been replaced with black and I no longer wore eyeliner. I wore looser pants and boots instead of etnies and skinnies. I think she liked that.

"So.." she sighed, carrying the note.

I couldn't help myself.. I pushed her against the wall, crashing my lips against hers. She squeaked softly as I grabbed her hips and pulled her legs around my waist. Her tongue skimmed mine and I lost all of my senses and pulled her towards my room, laughing as we ran down the hallway.

Laying in the bed together, my thumb dragged along the soft skin of her back as she slept. Her dress was ruined, thanks to me. I'd have to give her one of Bob's shirts. They were like a dress on her, if I remember right. She sighed softly, knotting her fingers in the sheets next to me. I chuckled softly and kissed her forehead, not wanting to leave.

7 years later, I'm waking up to the sounds of our daughters singing and our son chasing the dogs around. And I'm the happiest man alive.

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