I was in love with her at first sight. Your mother was the most gorgeous thing my eyes had ever bare to witness. Her petite frame engrossed my pupils, making them dilate with enthrallment. The first time I had saw her was when she was sitting on that stage with her band, I can't think of their name right now it was so long ago but I knew that they had gotten pretty well- known so far around the states. "Apologies are like oxygen masks on hijacked planes." I could hear the lead singer's voice sing softly into the mouth of the mic that hung down from the low ceiling but my eyes never left her face. The music was alluring but sharp, like a cross between a caress to the skin and a smack to the face.

"When you loved me, you left a bad taste in my skin. Your kisses just like bruises."

I cross my arms over my broadened chest, nodding my head alongside with everyone else to the soft sounds of the music, the singers screams out in a pained tone.

"Your knuckles won't stop stuttering down my spine."

I know now, they were called [b]'Dream-catcher For Lips'[/b] and the song was called [b]"These Coffins Aren't Just For Dead Bodies."[/b] Her ivory toned skin was glistening with a thin sheet of sweat. Her hand whirling the drum stick around her fingers skillfully before she goes back to following along with rhythm to their song. She had so much energy, she would smile at the crowd from behind her drumsticks, sing along with the lyrics to the song with so much passion and heart. Miles, your mother herself was so breathtaking. And then everything went silent, and all you could hear was her tapping the side of the drums with her sticks.

I sat there with my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes never leaving her face as she closed her eyes, bobbing her head lightly to the guitars as they began to play as well before she took control, the sound coming from her drums commanded attention. It complimented the gentle whining sound of the guitars and caressed itself around the sound of the singer's voice. She still had her eyes closed and she allowed her hands to do their job, creating rhythms and beats that only grabbed at your soul and tore you apart from the inside out. My eyes remained fixed on her gorgeous everything, it was not only just her face but the aura that she carried. She was absolutely stunning. She glanced over at me, and first time all night, our eyes had met. She blinks slowly at me, spinning the drum stick around her finger once before falling back in line with the rhythm to the song once again not once missing a beat. I cock my head at her, giving her a small smile as she she spins the drumsticks with her other finger. Flashing me quickly a sneak peek of her pink tongue before heading off into the last chorus of their song. The singer's voice is soft as everything around us grows still, and even she in the back had stopped moving, instead leaning down beside her and with her free hand took a small quick sip from a flask before straightening herself up once again. Returning both of her sticks into her hand as she waited for the last words, waited for the ending with such a saddened expression that puzzled me.

"You told me once before 'I just want to breathe smoke, and destroy something beautiful. Can't you see that you're beautiful?' You fucking Demi-god."

Once their act was over, and the singer had thanked the audience I had begun to walk off a little hesitantly; waiting patiently for her to exit the stage as well, just so I could at least see her face up close. Instead she had stayed behind, taking down her drum-set specifically. Everyone had begun to move at the moment and after awhile I had lost sight of her and she became nothing but a shadowed figure in the dark. And instead of waiting I decided to venture out into the long dark corridor of the venue for a cigarette. The feeling had been nagging at my insides since the entire performance had started. The sound of my converses loudly smacking against the cement pavement soothes my racing thoughts, I thought about the mysterious girl who childishly stuck her tongue out at me. I stopped walking after a moment and leaned against the thick brick wall. Tilting my head back against it, letting my thoughts finally consume me. I wonder why she played as if she were hurting, I think back on the smile that she so proudly wore. I wonder what made her tick, nervous, what pissed her off and what made her cry. I keep remembering how bad I wanted to know her. Or at least just her name. She, intrigued me. Made me want to know everything about her, but also she made me want to know nothing about her at all. The sound of converse feet smacking against the pavement catches my attention and I glance up. My heart practically beating out of my chest. when my eyes met her gorgeous face; she was so damn pretty.

She had a ray of brown freckles spread across her cheeks and nose. Her eyes were a pretty shade of golden hazel. Your eyes are the same too, filled to the brim with the entire universe. Her lips were pouty, curved as if she was a porcelain doll, and a bright shade of red, glossy from her chapstick… Strawberry, I could smell it from where I stood. She was dressed down in leggings that consumed her long lean legs, and shorts that were ripped and tattered. She wore a huge black shirt that hung off her shoulders. She smelled like destruction, like cigarettes and alcohol and I've always had a thing for girls with a low self-esteem and a reckless state of mind.

Her long black raven hair had fallen from it's braided state, and was now trailing down her shoulders like a black sea, ending in a pool of fickle strands at the bottom of her breast. She let out a husky- giggle, sweeping her over-grown bangs to the side as she looks up at me, her bright hazel eyes boring into mine as she presses her palm to the wall beside her to help keep her unsteady balance. "My goodness" She giggles out, as she began to stagger over towards me, with a smile. The ends of her lips curving up seductively, "You" Her voice came out soft, breathy and raspy. Like a young boy just hitting puberty."You were the dude who was watching me right?" I gave her a awkward smile, nodding my head before telling her in a small tone itching the back of my neck nervously with my fingers. "Y-yeah. You guys sounded great. You're really good" The smile never left her face as she came closer, her pretty face hovering in front of mine. "What's your name gorgeous?" She asks me, her breath warm on my face smelling lightly of Jack Daniel's and a mystery alcohol. My smile drops a little as I stare back into her enticing swirls of hazel eyes, flecked with bright bits of dark green.

"It's Frank Iero." Her smiles widens.

"Jaymes" She answers back, leaning over and twirling a curly piece of my hair around one of her petite fingers. "But call me jay, tell me Frankie have you ever kissed a stranger before?"

I shake my head slowly, causing another grin to widen on her face. She reminded me of a cat that just swallowed a canary. Like the cat with the mischievous grin that stretched to unnaturally wide on his face. "Well, neither have I and on top of that, I'm fucking wasted Frank." Jay tells me quickly, leaning over and pressing her pouty lips to mine. Her kiss beginning so gentle and slow. It was like a breath of new air had filled me, wrapped itself around my delicate lungs and cradled the air inside in its hands. She slipped her warm tongue inside of my mouth. I had begun to unknowingly pull away causing a small giggle to leave her mouth before she murmurs to me that it was okay, her airy tone telling me to just relax before she gingerly went back to kissing me, I allowed my tongue to dance around hers softly.

My hands trailing down and stopping right at the small of her back as I pressed her tightly to me, eating away at her mouth, drowning in her. She tasted like alcohol and skittles as she wrapped her arms around my neck, a deep groan leaves my throat as she pulls back, my bottom lip caught between her teeth. She pressed herself tighter to me, beginning to move against me causing my eyes to begin to burn with lust. She grounds her hips harder against me, backing me up and pinning me to the wall behind, starting at a slow pace, causing major friction between us.

Her small petite hands trailing from my neck and instead sliding down my back, landing on my ass causing a smirk to grow out onto my lips. Her tongue swirls itself around the lining of my mouth, as she moved her body against mine. Jay pulls away suddenly looking up at me through her dark bangs, a small smirk growing on her face. As she cocks her head to the side, hiding her small hands behind her back before her hush tone tells me. "Sorry baby-doll, gotta jet" That was one thing I loved about your mother most, she always said the weirdest stuff, like the things you wouldn't hear someone say anymore in our day and age and just with those words she took off, rushed down the long corridor that she had stumbled down not to long ago. Disappeared off into the huge sea of human beings, and I watched her until she meshed in with the sea becoming nothing more but another unknown person.
I raise an outstretched thumb to my lips, gently stroking around my bottom one still swollen and plush from her touch, staring blankly into the place she had once stood before dropping my hand after a moment shaking my head. I could feel my stomach begin to groan, letting me know that I had neglected it for long and now it was time for me to fill it before I headed back to the tour bus. I reach into one of the back pockets of my black skinnies, roaming around for the one thing that held everything. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, my head lowered in concentration as I retract my hand, allowing it to drop and remain lifelessly at my side. Pondering why instead of my wallet, I came up nothing but a crumpled up piece of paper that was probably worthless and a lint ball, other than those things my pocket was completely bare. The realization had hit me, and I raise my head back up slowly my eyes narrowed in anger and shock.
"That bitch"

She took my fucking wallet.

Notes

This was kind of like an ... ongoing thought.
That somehow, manifested itself in my head.

So I decided to go with the feeling ... and this is what came out.

Enjoy, I guess.