This Love Drives Me Into Madness, chapter 12
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*Briana's P.O.V.*[b]
"Erin! Lover boy's here!" I called out.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," she complained as she hopped down the steps.
"Ian and I will meet you guys there," I stated.
"Okay. Bye," Erin stumbled out the door.
**
"Thanks for picking me up," I said while I climbed into Ian's car.
"No problem," he smiled.
I shut the door and we drove off.
"How's everything going?" I asked.
"It's good," Ian answered, "How about you?"
"Same. As always. Just working on some new songs," I replied.
"Cool, cool. I have, too."
"Wow. That's great. How're they coming along?" I questioned.
"Ah... they're alright... I guess. I suck at writing and singing. So, they probably sound like a fucking monkey wrote the lyrics and a sick cat is singing," Ian sighed.
I chuckled, "Let me hear a bit."
"Fine... " he sighed again, "You're on my mind. Stuck to me like a leech. Cry my name and you, I will find.[i]"
"That's fucking brilliant!" I exclaimed.
"Thanks," Ian muttered happily, "Well, here we are." He pulled into the driveway of the Armstrong household.
"You seem really calm meeting the band," I commented.
Ian shrugged, "I'm not the kind of person that gets nervous." He looked at me. "Plus, I'm around you, so why should I be?"
I felt my face grow hot as I looked down at my shaky hands. "Uh... uh--I--er... uh... heh... I-I--erm---"
"Shh... " Ian whispered, pushing two fingers lightly against my mouth. "Don't stutter... or people will think you have a speech impedament."
I laughed slightly as he removed his fingers from my lips. It was awkward for a moment's time... before Ian leaned forward and kissed me... long... and hard.
[b]*Erin's P.O.V.*[b]
"I win! AGAIN!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah. I was just goin' easy on you," Mike lied.
We had just played three rounds of 8-Ball Billiards in Billie's basement (try saying that 10 times fast).
"Why are you going so easy on me? Play like a man!" I laughed.
"I'll play," came a familiar voice.
I gazed up to see Ian and Briana stepping through the door of the basement.
"Hey guys," I greeted them.
"Yeah... hey," Mike muttered. I looked at him. Envious flames burned in his eyes.
"So, you gonna play?" I questioned Ian as I racked the pool-balls.
"Sure," he shrugged, "I haven't played in awhile, so go easy on me."
"I'm gonna go find Tre... " Mike trailed off while he walked away.
"Alright," I smirked, "But that might be impossible to do... I [i]always play hard[i]."
"Well, atleast try," Ian said.
"Mhm... you wanna break?" I asked.
"Okay, he answered as he grabbed a pool-stick. He chalked the tip up and stepped over to the table.
"Good luck," I smiled.
"Thanks."
Ian positioned the cue ball and leaned onto the table. He began to stroke the pool-stick between his fingers nice and slow.
"No," I chuckled, "I won't fuck you."
Briana started cracking up.
Ian grinned to himself before strongly pushing the cue ball with his stick.
"Holy fucking shit of God... " my mouth fell open as the balls scattered across the pool table. Into the side-pocket the eight-ball went.
"[i]I[i] guess," Ian continued, "[i]I[i] win."
"AND [i]YOU[i] CALL [i]ME[i] THE LOSER!" Mike hollared over the crowd.
**
"THREE! TWO! ONE!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" everyone cheered as the clock struck twelve.
Kisses were shared and hugs were given. We all were ecstatic to start a new year.
"Happy New Year," I heard Tre mutter in my ear.
"Same to you," I said before kissing him.
"Woah! What was that for?" Tre inquired with a smile.
"Well," I began, "It's a new year. Why not start it off right?"
"Then I think 2006 is gonna be one great year," he retorted, pulling me back into another kiss.
[b]*Briana's P.O.V.*
"Happy New Year, Bri," Mike stepped up to me.
"Happy New Year," I grinned.
He looked down at the drink in his hand and sighed, "Bri... I've been wanting to talk to you--"
"I've been wanting to talk to you, too," I blurted out.
"Bri, I like you. I might not've known you very long, but I-I want to be with y-you," Mike stammered.
"I want to be with you, too, Mike. But... " I gulped, "I'm--I'm with Ian."
"Oh."
I could tell his heart sank so low. What a "wonderful" way to start off the new year. Notice the sarcasm.
[i]I feel so horrible.[i]
"I... I gotta go," Mike choked out before he walked off.
*Erin's P.O.V.*
"I'll be right back," I told Adrienne, "I have to use the bathroom."
"Alright," she replied as I walked into the hallway.
I stepped into the bathroom and set my drink down on the counter. Pulling out my hot-pink eyeliner, I began to re-outline my eyes.
[i]I seriously need to buy the rub-proof shit... [i]
After finishing up, I washed off my hands and stumbled back into the hallway.
"Boo," I heard Ian's voice behind me.
I quickly turned around to face him. "Oh, hey... "
"Happy New Year," he smiled seductively.
"Happy New Year," I smiled back, but more in a happy manner.
"How's your day going?" he asked.
"Very good, actually. Your's?"
"`Tis good,`tis good," Ian answered.
"Great!"
"Lot a famous people here," he said.
"Yep. Like Gerard and Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Bam Margera, Joel and Benji Madden, Kert Cobain, Jack White, Brandon Flowers, and... Avril La-fuckin'-lavigne? What the fuck?" I scowled.
"Agh, just forget about them," Ian shrugged, "I'm here."
I raised an eyebrow at him. I was about to say something, but he had pressed his lips roughly against mine.
"Ian... " I began after I pulling away, "I'm with someone. I can't do this."
"Yes you can," he murmured.
"No, actually, I can't. I'm not a cheater," I spat, "I'm gonna go now." I walked back into the room where everyone was at.
As I reached the bar, I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I spun around to face a partially gray-haired man with slightly large teeth.
"Hi, are you Erin Weishuhn, the drummer for [i]Complications?" he asked.
"Yes. That's me," I answered.
"Hi, I'm Larry Livermoore from [i]Lookout Records[i]. I wanna check out your band."
"Erin! Lover boy's here!" I called out.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," she complained as she hopped down the steps.
"Ian and I will meet you guys there," I stated.
"Okay. Bye," Erin stumbled out the door.
**
"Thanks for picking me up," I said while I climbed into Ian's car.
"No problem," he smiled.
I shut the door and we drove off.
"How's everything going?" I asked.
"It's good," Ian answered, "How about you?"
"Same. As always. Just working on some new songs," I replied.
"Cool, cool. I have, too."
"Wow. That's great. How're they coming along?" I questioned.
"Ah... they're alright... I guess. I suck at writing and singing. So, they probably sound like a fucking monkey wrote the lyrics and a sick cat is singing," Ian sighed.
I chuckled, "Let me hear a bit."
"Fine... " he sighed again, "You're on my mind. Stuck to me like a leech. Cry my name and you, I will find.[i]"
"That's fucking brilliant!" I exclaimed.
"Thanks," Ian muttered happily, "Well, here we are." He pulled into the driveway of the Armstrong household.
"You seem really calm meeting the band," I commented.
Ian shrugged, "I'm not the kind of person that gets nervous." He looked at me. "Plus, I'm around you, so why should I be?"
I felt my face grow hot as I looked down at my shaky hands. "Uh... uh--I--er... uh... heh... I-I--erm---"
"Shh... " Ian whispered, pushing two fingers lightly against my mouth. "Don't stutter... or people will think you have a speech impedament."
I laughed slightly as he removed his fingers from my lips. It was awkward for a moment's time... before Ian leaned forward and kissed me... long... and hard.
[b]*Erin's P.O.V.*[b]
"I win! AGAIN!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah. I was just goin' easy on you," Mike lied.
We had just played three rounds of 8-Ball Billiards in Billie's basement (try saying that 10 times fast).
"Why are you going so easy on me? Play like a man!" I laughed.
"I'll play," came a familiar voice.
I gazed up to see Ian and Briana stepping through the door of the basement.
"Hey guys," I greeted them.
"Yeah... hey," Mike muttered. I looked at him. Envious flames burned in his eyes.
"So, you gonna play?" I questioned Ian as I racked the pool-balls.
"Sure," he shrugged, "I haven't played in awhile, so go easy on me."
"I'm gonna go find Tre... " Mike trailed off while he walked away.
"Alright," I smirked, "But that might be impossible to do... I [i]always play hard[i]."
"Well, atleast try," Ian said.
"Mhm... you wanna break?" I asked.
"Okay, he answered as he grabbed a pool-stick. He chalked the tip up and stepped over to the table.
"Good luck," I smiled.
"Thanks."
Ian positioned the cue ball and leaned onto the table. He began to stroke the pool-stick between his fingers nice and slow.
"No," I chuckled, "I won't fuck you."
Briana started cracking up.
Ian grinned to himself before strongly pushing the cue ball with his stick.
"Holy fucking shit of God... " my mouth fell open as the balls scattered across the pool table. Into the side-pocket the eight-ball went.
"[i]I[i] guess," Ian continued, "[i]I[i] win."
"AND [i]YOU[i] CALL [i]ME[i] THE LOSER!" Mike hollared over the crowd.
**
"THREE! TWO! ONE!"
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" everyone cheered as the clock struck twelve.
Kisses were shared and hugs were given. We all were ecstatic to start a new year.
"Happy New Year," I heard Tre mutter in my ear.
"Same to you," I said before kissing him.
"Woah! What was that for?" Tre inquired with a smile.
"Well," I began, "It's a new year. Why not start it off right?"
"Then I think 2006 is gonna be one great year," he retorted, pulling me back into another kiss.
[b]*Briana's P.O.V.*
"Happy New Year, Bri," Mike stepped up to me.
"Happy New Year," I grinned.
He looked down at the drink in his hand and sighed, "Bri... I've been wanting to talk to you--"
"I've been wanting to talk to you, too," I blurted out.
"Bri, I like you. I might not've known you very long, but I-I want to be with y-you," Mike stammered.
"I want to be with you, too, Mike. But... " I gulped, "I'm--I'm with Ian."
"Oh."
I could tell his heart sank so low. What a "wonderful" way to start off the new year. Notice the sarcasm.
[i]I feel so horrible.[i]
"I... I gotta go," Mike choked out before he walked off.
*Erin's P.O.V.*
"I'll be right back," I told Adrienne, "I have to use the bathroom."
"Alright," she replied as I walked into the hallway.
I stepped into the bathroom and set my drink down on the counter. Pulling out my hot-pink eyeliner, I began to re-outline my eyes.
[i]I seriously need to buy the rub-proof shit... [i]
After finishing up, I washed off my hands and stumbled back into the hallway.
"Boo," I heard Ian's voice behind me.
I quickly turned around to face him. "Oh, hey... "
"Happy New Year," he smiled seductively.
"Happy New Year," I smiled back, but more in a happy manner.
"How's your day going?" he asked.
"Very good, actually. Your's?"
"`Tis good,`tis good," Ian answered.
"Great!"
"Lot a famous people here," he said.
"Yep. Like Gerard and Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Bam Margera, Joel and Benji Madden, Kert Cobain, Jack White, Brandon Flowers, and... Avril La-fuckin'-lavigne? What the fuck?" I scowled.
"Agh, just forget about them," Ian shrugged, "I'm here."
I raised an eyebrow at him. I was about to say something, but he had pressed his lips roughly against mine.
"Ian... " I began after I pulling away, "I'm with someone. I can't do this."
"Yes you can," he murmured.
"No, actually, I can't. I'm not a cheater," I spat, "I'm gonna go now." I walked back into the room where everyone was at.
As I reached the bar, I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I spun around to face a partially gray-haired man with slightly large teeth.
"Hi, are you Erin Weishuhn, the drummer for [i]Complications?" he asked.
"Yes. That's me," I answered.
"Hi, I'm Larry Livermoore from [i]Lookout Records[i]. I wanna check out your band."
