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Aussie Ireland

"Love is a fucking joke, trust me it's a wast of time."

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a character in “Rivaled Love”, as played by divinedarkness

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“I got tired of looking for Heaven, so I settled for Hell.”



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| Full Name |
Austyn Ireland Schmitz
“My mother thought it’d be cute to name me some off the wall fucking name.”

| Nickname |
Austyn doesn’t really like her name or nicknames, because everything sounds stupid to her. However her step-brother always called her Aussie and she liked that best, hence it becoming her stage name. She also gets Tin-Tin, and Tay.
“Most people only know me as Aussie these days.”

| Age |
Twenty-Three
“I’ve done and seen more than most Twenty-three year olds.”

| Gender |
Female
“As if you don’t know.”

| Role |
Girl Two||Lead singer of The Runaways

“Seriously open a magazine, watch TMZ?”


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| Distinct Markings |
Scars:
She has a few, most of them however are scars from her childhood that have faded over time and are hardly noticeable. However she has two that are very noticeable. There is a cigarette burn scar on her neck from her step-brother Oliver. The second one is from her current boyfriend on the back of her neck where he hit her with a broken bottle, that one is covered by her hair for the most part.

Piercings:
Aside from normal ear piercings Aussie has he knows pierced, she always wears a nose ring. She also has dermal hip piercings, as well as her belly button pierced.

Tattoos:
She is covered in tattoos, however most of them are meaningless and she was either drunk, high, or bored when she got them, but there are a few that mean more then she’d like to admit. One of which is the word Mercy on her wrist in honor of her little sister whom died. She also has the words Forget Regret tattooed on her lower back. The rest of her tattoos are less meaningful.
“Why don't you get me out of my clothes and see for yourself.”


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| Likes |
♘Her Fans
♘Bad Boys
♘Smoking
♘Rough Sex
♘Pain
♘Drugs
♘Parties
♘Alcohol
♘Rebel
♘Her band
♘Late Nights
♘Singing
♘Playing Piano
♘Energy Drinks
♘Fast Food
♘Being On Stage
♘Writing Music
“I'm very picky.”

| Dislikes |
♙Her Past
♙Letting people in
♙Sleeping
♙Authority
♙Mornings
♙Tour Buses
♙Dead Before Dawn
♙Being Manipulated
♙Tabloids
♙Liars
♙Her Suicidal Thoughts
♙The whole Idea of Love
♙People who think there above her
♙Seeing people she cares about hurt
“I've been fucked over one to many times.”

| Fears |

|☠|Her Step-Brother Oliver:
At one point, during their fucked up love affair, Austyn realized that she'd been falling for Oliver but he was only using her. He has a hold on her that scares the shot out of her. She just cant seem to say no to him. He's manipulative and uses her whenever he gets the chance.

|☠|Failing:
Aussie hates to fail, she really can't handle it and it can cause her to break down. The first real failure she encountered was Saving Mercy's break up. It killed her and she blamed herself for it, for a long time, she still does. She can't handle to fail, mostly because Oliver drilled it into her so much that failure wasn't okay, that his voice still creeps up on her every time something goes wrong.

|☠|Never getting over Ash:
She’d never admit in a million years that she actually loved Ash, because while Austyn Schmitz might have fallen in love, Aussie Ireland wasn’t capable of much more then cheap hook ups. However, losing Ash tore her to pieces and she’s tried everything to get over him and she’s convinced herself that she’s completely over that ass hole. However she’s only lying to herself.
“Whats the point of fear, when all your fears have already drown you.”


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| Personality |
Austyn is hard to handle. There have only been two people in the entire world that have ever managed to ground her step-brother Oliver and her ex Ash, not because she listened to them, but because when they wanted her to calm down, they were the only ones brave enough to hold her down. A younger Austyn Schmitz before the fame, was quite the opposite however when Oliver came into the picture he changed her completely and there isn’t an ounce of the old, vulnerable, awkward Austyn left.

Oliver made her and she’ll be the first to tell you that. She’s hard to handle a wild card and a party girl. She doesn’t know when enough is enough. She’ll drink till she blacks up, shoot up dangerous amounts of drugs, and go home with nameless guys. It’s safe to say that she takes full advantage of the rock star life. Typically she can out drink the guys and win fights, getting on her bad side would be bad for your health.

She’s a liar and a damn good one for that matter, she could lie to an entire room of skilled cops and get away with it, without so much as breaking a sweat. Much like her step-brother, she extremely manipulative and could probably talk someone into killing their selves if she wanted. She has a way of making you feel completely amazing or she can tear you down and make you feel like shit with a her words.

Aussie is plain and simply put a bad girl. If her bad attitude and foul mouth wasn’t enough to prove it, just open any magazine and you’ll see what outrageous things she’s doing. She’s a fighter and she’s stubborn which means she doesn’t easily give up a fight and often times people simply give up trying to win an argument with her, because she’s relentless. She has a bad habit of trying to prove people wrong if you tell her she can’t do something she’ll prove you wrong even if it gets her killed.

The idea of love is something Aussie can’t stand. In her opinion, it’s a fucking joke and it isn’t real. Her ex-boyfriend really fucked her up. She was completely in love with him, but their relationship ended so badly that it completely ruined her outlook of relationships and love. She honestly would much rather just be alone the rest of her life, however at the moment that doesn’t seem to be the case.

There really is no softer side to Austyn, no silver lining, what you see is what you get with her. However, the only true soft spot she has is for her fans. She absolutely adores most of her fans, in fact she goes out of her way to let her fans know how much she appreciates them. She literally always has a smile on her face when she’s talking to a fan, because they make her remember how much she loves what she does and that she’s not doing it for the money, but to help others voice their feelings through music. If Aussie cares about you, you’re pretty damn lucky, because aside from Rebel and her fans, she pretty much hates the world.


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| History |
Family Tree
Michael Schmitz||Father||Alive
Krista Holden-Schmitz||Step-Mother||Alive
Tessa Schmitz ||Biological Mother||Unknown
Oliver Holden||Step-Brother||Alive

Mercy Schmitz ||Half-Sister||Deceased

Austyn’s life wasn’t a complete tragedy, at least not in the beginning. Her parents were wealthy, her father was a well-known music producer in Los Angeles, while her mother was a wedding planner most weddings consisting of celebrities. However, for the most part her parents were behind the scenes. She grew up around celebrities and so it never really passed her, they were human just like her.

Her parents had her entire life planned out for her, she was the good girl, straight A student. She loved to sing, but her parents wanted her to be a lawyer or a doctor and so she did what they said. When she was ten, her seemingly perfect life fell apart. Her mother caught her father cheating, they tried to work their marriage out for a good year after that, but in the end her mother left, not bother with Austyn, simply because Austyn’s father didn’t want the custody battle and so he paid her off, that was the first blow to Aussie’s heart.

It didn’t take long for her father to remarry, a younger model of her mother, who had a kid whom was a year older then Aussie. Oliver was intimidating to a thirteen year old Aussie who was an awkward teenager, still trying to figure out what she’d done that made her mother leave her. Olive played guitar and he was damn good at it, while he could also sing. Austyn found herself spending more and more time with him, until they were inseparable. He showed her how to live, she tried weed for the first time, got drunk, went to parties, and found out that being good wasn’t what she wanted.

When she was fourteen her little sister Mercy was born and she managed to tie the family together. While their parents were self-absorbed, Aussie and Oliver spent time raising their little sister. At fifteen Oliver started talking to her father about recording music, that was when Aussie and Oli dropped their first EP and it was a hit. It wasn’t long after that they formed a band named Mercy, they’d named the band after their little sister. They did small shows like Warped Tour. There fame didn’t come over night and they had to work for it. Only when Austyn was sixteen she realized she was the only one working for it.

Her and Oliver were oddly close, they’d started a secret affair. He was everything she wasn’t. He was dangerous and pushed her and she liked that. He also scared the shit out of her, because he was incredibly good a manipulating her. He’d talked her into sleeping with producer’s and manager’s and other recording artists until finally they were on top. Shortly after they gained fame, their little sister Mercy passed away and they were devastated and renamed the band Saving Mercy.

By the time Aussie was Nineteen, she was hell on wheels thanks to Oliver. He’d turned her from quite, good girl awkward teenager, to slutty, drug dependent party girl. However things between the band got tense when she started seeing Oliver’s best friend Ash. Oliver had lost control of his puppet and he couldn’t have that. It ended in the band breaking up and By that time Aussie was so dependent on music, she had to keep performing and so she formed a band with one of her fans, whom she’d gotten close to. Now The Runaways are one of the hottest girl rock bands around.


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Through The Glass
By-Stone Sour
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer
When something like a soul becomes initialized
And folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You can't expect a bit of hope
And while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(No more sad voices)
Before you tell yourself
It's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
And all I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you

Who are the stars
Who are the stars they lie

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Love The Way You Lie (Part 2)
By-Rihanna ft. Eminem
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you’ll always be my hero
Even though you’ve lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that’s all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that’s all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Oh, I love the way you lie

Now there’s gravel in our voices
Glass is shattered from the fight
In this tug of war you’ll always win
Even when I’m right

‘Cause you feed me fables from your hand
With violent words and empty threats
And it’s sick that all these battles
Are what keeps me satisfied

[Chorus]

So maybe I’m a masochist
I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave
'Til the walls are goin’ up
In smoke with all our memories

It's morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night
So I can push you off me

Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy
Baby, without you I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
Destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs
That we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,

You hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’?
I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count
But together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refuse counsellin’
This house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand
Square feet of it to the ground, ain’t shit you can do about it
'Cause with you I’m in my fuckin’ mind, without you I’m out it

[Chorus]

I love the way you lie [3x]


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So begins...

Aussie Ireland's Story

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Austyn was already wasted, she’d been wasted since noon, but that wasn’t exactly new for her. Her Hollywood Hills house was packed with people. They were celebrating there last night before they went on tour with Dead before Dawn, not that it was really anything to celebrate considering it was going to be a fucking disaster, but it was tradition for The Runaways to have a going on tour party the night before.

The music was loud enough you had to yell to hear people next to you and drugs were being passed around like candy. Upstairs in her master bedroom, Sid, The Runaways lead guitarist had just rolled off her or more like she’d shoved him off because she was finished with him. It didn’t matter that her current boyfriend, Cameron who was almost ten years her senior, was probably searching everywhere for her. Sid kissed along her neck and she rolled her eyes, something about him reminded her of Ash and that’s why she kept fucking him, not that she’d admit that.

“Go away.” She said plainly and he sighed, she didn’t have to turn around to know he was getting dressed and in a matter of seconds he’d slipped out of her bedroom leaving her alone.

She slipped her black lace lingerie back on before slipping on her too short, cocktail dress back on and fixing her hair. Ever since she’d been told they were going on tour with her old band mates, she’d been a complete mess. Seeing Ash again in person would kill her, she wasn’t sure she could keep it together, the last time she’d seen him he’d caught her with Oli and then took Oli’s side and threatened to kill her. Then there was Oliver, there was no telling what fucked up things he’d do to her.

They’d yet to show up to the party, she hoped they wouldn’t, maybe they’d even cancel the tour all together. She could only hope, but she knew they were all bound by a dumb fucking contract. There managers were smart as hell for coming up with the idea. She made her way out to her balcony that over looked the lights of Los Angeles, she climbed down the side of her house, opting out of trying to navigate through a house full of people. She started walking down her long drive way until she reached the street and lit herself a cigarette. The music was muffled but could still be heard, she simply continued down the dark street by herself, not exactly having anywhere in particular in mind, she just knew she’d had enough of the party and way too much on her mind.

When her manager had first brought up the idea, her and Rebel had thrown a fit and down everything humanly possible to avoid the tour, but in the end they’d both decided that it was really good publicity, publicity that both of them wanted and needed. After smoking an entire pack of cigarettes she made her way back up her driveway, that was when she’d seen the members of Dead Before Dawn stepping out of a stretch limo, with a group of sleazy girls hanging off of each of them. The last two to step out of the limo was none other than As and Oli and her heart raced when she saw the two of them. Everything inside her was telling her to turn back around and make a run for it, but she couldn’t.

She had nothing to be scared of, hell she’d changed so much over the past two years she wondered if they’d even recognize her. Her caramel colored hair was now jet black and the longest it had ever been, she looked damn good and she knew it. She took a deep breath and continued towards the house lighting her last cigarette. Her heels clicking with confidence against the pavement and she managed to cut off Ash as she slipped into the house in front of him like she had no idea who he was.



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Oliver and the rest of the band had spent the majority of the morning in an interview for MTV, Oliver did most the talking considering Ash hates interviews. Once they’d finished the interview their manager had informed them that they had no choice but to attend to party that the Runaways were holding for the kickoff of the tour at Aussie’s house. Oliver didn’t argue because he knew there’d be free booze and drugs and they were going to see each other sooner or later, no reason in delaying it.

After the band had split off, He’d headed to a strip club and spent the rest of the day getting lap dances and blow jobs from the girls. He was high as fuck and still all he had on his mind was seeing Rebel again. He hated that still after two years of only seeing her every once in a while in magazines or in an interview, he still couldn’t get over her. In fact she was all he thought about these days, not that anyone knew that.
He lend down doing a few lines of coke, before his cellphone went off in his pocket and the girl sitting next to him, slipped her hand down his past, but he ignored her. Answering the phone, it was his manger letting him know it was time to go and he hadn’t realized he’d spent the entire day there.

“I gotta go.” He said plainly, the girl pouted her lip, before kissing along his jawline and he rolled his eyes. “Listen, me and my guys need a few dates, why don’t you grab a couple of your friends and I’ll take you to this party.” He smirked and she didn’t hesitate.

All the girls knew him, he’d become a regular to the club, because when he wasn’t working he had nothing better to do. Eventually they’d all climbed into a limo filled with the rest of his band members. While everyone around him in the limo laugh and drank, he simply stayed quiet and smoked irritated with the situation. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew Ashton was just as irritated. For the rest of the band they didn’t quite get it. When they finally arrived at the house it was late and the party was already underway.

He slipped out of the limo the girl from the strip club hanging on his arm and when they went inside, they turned heads and he smirked raising an eyebrow, because most people had one question on their mind. How the hell were those two bands going to get along. They made it painfully clear that none of them got along, still never the less they’d showed up and they were about to tour together. The girl that had tagged along with him, followed him like a lost puppy, which was only frustrating him.

“Look sweetheart, your don’t have to follow me, I only brought you along to piss someone off, But I don’t think she’s here, so you can get lost.” He said plainly as he lit himself a cigarette and the girl looked confused at first until Oli spoke again. “Bitch, did you not hear what the fuck I just said? Get the fuck out of here.” He spat and she took off. He lend against the counter, smoking when he saw a girl slip into the kitchen, they made eye contact for half a second until he realized that it was Aussie and he smirked as he went after her.

She slipped outside and he followed quickly grabbing her wrist roughly and spinning her to face him. “God Damn.” He smirked, blowing out a cloud of smoke as his eyes raked over her. “Hollywood did your awkward ass some good, I don’t remember you being this fucking hot.” He said as she ripped her arm away.

“Fuck off Oliver, Your my brother you sick son of a bitch, get a life.” She spat back harshly, trying her best to evade him while she still had control of her emotions.

“Yeah well, that's not what you used to say.” He smirked wickedly as she rolled her eyes and turned walking away from him then, but he didn’t bother to follow her, he’d have plenty of time to torment her on tour. He was more interested in seeing Rebel.



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Rebel hadn't been sober since she'd woken up at ten o'clock that morning. She'd literally rolled out of bed and started her day by shooting up. It was how she stared most of her days, just for the sake of being high, but today was different. She'd nearly O.Ded that morning, almost doubling her usual dose, knowing the day was going to be a wreck. Normally she'd have been thrilled to have the day off work to party with Aussie, but this wasn't a normal party. This party signified their last night before going on tour with Dead Before Dawn. Oliver's band.

With every ounce of her body, Rebel was dreading seeing him again. The last time they'd been together, he'd murdered her brother and she came away from the night with a scar on her eyebrow and one on her collarbone. Not to mention the fact that he'd spent almost two years using her. For some reason, he'd been the only guy they could really get under her skin. No matter what he did or how badly they fought, he never once failed to talk her out of her clothes. All it took was his hands on her body and she melted.

For this reason, she was pretty damn terrified of seeing him again. He made her feel things no one else ever had, not all of them good. Hell, just being in the same room with him sparked shit inside her. His presence pissed her off and excited her at the same time, turning her into a time bomb, ready to blow at any second. It was pretty safe to say he drove her absolutely crazy and that was why she never wanted to see him again. She was terrified that, even after all the shit he'd put her through, using her, fighting with her, and killing her brother, he'd be able to talk her right back into bed with him because for some reason, she couldn't resist him.

Whatever happened, she knew the tour was going to be a disaster. Sure, they'd get the publicity their managers were after, but by the end of the week, she was pretty damn positive one of them would be dead. She had to keep telling herself she hated his guts. That morning, as she shot up, she reminded herself a million times that she wasn't the same girl he'd taken advantage of two years ago.

Back then, she'd been lost, had nowhere to live, and was desperate for someone to care about so she'd clung to the band like a fangirl, traveling with them and doing everything Oliver told her, fighting only when he pissed her off. Somehow, despite all their fights, she'd always been the one apologizing because he'd managed to turn everything around on her, making her feel like she'd lose him forever if she didn't beg for him back.

Now, she told herself, she was stronger then that. She had her own band, and not only did she have a house, but three. She could have any guy she wanted with a bat of her eyelashes and was making millions just sitting there breathing. She was no longer defendant on him for anything. He'd killed Daniel. She wanted nothing to do with him and when she saw him, she'd treat him coldly.

After that, Rebel spent the rest of the day with their drummer, fucking all over her house and getting high over and over again until the sun finally went down and the two of them went to Aussie's where he party was already in full swing. Dex followed her around for a while, hand at the small of her back like he thought they were a couple until some red head whisker him away and that was the end of that.

Rebel wasted no time getting herself a bottle of vodka, slipping through the party drinking it, still high from the lines of coke she'd done with Dex in the car out in the driveway. Thankfully, she didn't spot Oliver anywhere so she started to relax a little. Maybe they just wouldn't come. Clinging to that hope, she managed to forget him completely and enjoy the party.

She did so many lines of coke, she was wound insanely tight, but felt incredible. At the moment, she was leaning on the wall in the living room, Alex, their band's manager in front of her, leaning in close to her face with one hand on the wall at the side of her head. Normally, she tried to hide the fling between the two of them, not wanting anyone to think she'd fucked her manager to get ahead in the game, but tonight, both of them were so fucked up, they didn't care.

So she hooked a finger in one of his belt loops to pull him closer as he spoke, not missing the way his eyes roamed the skin her short leather shorts, thin leather jacket, and crop top left exposed. The tension between them was so thick, she wasn't even hearing a word he was saying. She was too preoccupied with the way his breath grazed her skin and his body leaned so close, her breathing caused her chest to touch his every few seconds.

Finally, she smirked and leaned up on her toes, body grazing his lightly. "Let's dance." She breathed in his ear with a smirk, leading him out to the dancefloor and grinding her body slowly, sexually against his, not caring who saw, loving the high she was on.



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Ash's morning was pretty boring. Their manager had dragged them into an interview for MTV that he mostly just sat through. Oliver usually did the talking unless the interviewer asked him a specific question because he hated interviews. People asking questions just wasn't the ideal way he wanted to spend the morning. He spent most of the interview thinking of things he could say to the interviewer once it was over to get her in bed.

After the interview, they were told to make an appearance at a party Aussie was throwing and that got him worked up and irritated. The idea of seeing Aussie again was torturous. It made him simultaneously want to punch a wall and smile. He'd missed her like hell, not that he'd ever admit that to himself, let alone anyone else, but the thing was, he was also bitterly angry. He'd spent the last two years forcing himself to hate her for what she'd done because it made dealing with missing her a lot easier. Now they were going to have to go on tour with her. Great. He'd thought he had at least one more night before the chaos started, but no. His manager had just shot that right to hell.

After being told that, Ash definitely needed a distraction so he'd done exactly what he'd been thinking about doing for the past few hours and talked the interviewer into fucking him out in his car. They spent a good few hours out there before he dropped her off at home and headed back towards his place. Leslie was home, watching a movie on the couch with her new prick of a boyfriend, Tom. "What the fuck is he doing here, I told you I don't want his ass in my house ever again Leslie." He spat at her right in front of him.

"Yeah well you're fucking my best friend to this makes us even." She spat back with a shrug and Ash's jaw clenched. Ever since he'd come home to find Tom beating up his little sister, Ash had hated the guy, but for some reason, she kept going back to him and it was driving him crazy that he couldn't protect her from him.

"Next time I see him in this house, I kill him." He hissed, not feeling like fighting and slipping off to his room. Besides, she kind of was right. He was fucking Avery, a girl the same age as his little sister who hung out with Leslie all the time. It really wasn't fair of him to take away her boyfriend and best friend. The girl deserved to have some sort of social life.

After seeing Tom, Ash's anger went from mild irritation at the thought of seeing Aussie to full on pissed off, and now he just wanted to forget the whole day so he invited Avery over, knowing she'd bring the potent drugs her brother sold and it'd be enough to get him through the day until they had to go to the party. He was right, he was fucked up enough as him and Avery fucked that he managed not to think about Aussie for the first time in a while, but afterwards, there was a knock at his door.

Ash dressed quickly and stood to answer it, revealing Leslie. He didn't miss the disgusted look she shot him when she spotted Avery, but she didn't say anything. Just told him there was a limo waiting for him outside and he sighed deeply and closed the door. Time to head to Aussies place. Fuck.

Oliver already had a lot of slutty girls in the limo, but Ash brought Avery along as well. She was really too young, but he didn't care. She had a way of calming him down when he got too angry that he had a feeling he'd need when he saw Aussie again. If she wasn't there, odds were, someone would get murdered.

Once they arrived, Aussie slipped in just ahead of him like she didn't even know he was there. Already feeling himself getting angry, Ash brought Avery out back, making sure to keep her close to his side, too high to let her go even for a second. He really didn't care about her emotionally, but as far as he was concerned, she belonged to him and he knew if he let her go and found her on someone else's lap later, he'd be likely to blow so he kept her attached to his hip.

It wasn't long before the two of them were in a pool chair out back, making out pretty intensely. Honestly, part of him wanted to shove her away and go find Aussie, but he refused to because another part of him was glad for the distraction. Nothing good would come out of finding Aussie. He had to ignore her completely.

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Aussie had moved quickly, hoping that Olive wouldn’t follow her. Finally she’d found shelter in the corner of her backyard. It was dark and she doubted anyone could see her. She lend against the fence trying to catch her breath. Her wrist still burned where Oli had grabbed her and she closed her eyed trying to convince herself that she hadn’t just seen him and this was all just a bad dream, but she knew better.

“Baby?” She heard causing her to jump, before glancing up to see Cameron. “You alright?” he asked, but she could tell he didn’t really give a shit. He backed her up against the fence pinning her there and she smirked up at him as his hand slipped up her dress.

He was way too old for her and had spent all of his own money on drugs. He was only with Aussie for two things, her money and sex and he’d told her that countless times, but she didn’t care. She didn’t actually have to be committed to loving him, but she always had someone around when she felt lonely. He rubbed between her legs roughly making her moan as his lips moved along her neck. She was completely fucked up from the lines of coke she’d done just before coming down stairs.

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Aussie?” She heard another voice causing her to glance to the side, but not bother to stop Cameron. She raised a brow when she saw Roger, Dead before Dawns manager. She let out a laugh and shoved Cameron away. Roger always looked overly stressed and completely unorganized; however he was incredibly brilliant and ninety-percent of the guys being so successful.

“You’re on the wrong side of the tracks Rog.” She said keeping her eyes on him, as Cameron wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You lose your boys already?” she smirked and he sighed shaking his head.

“N
No.” he breathed, she wasn’t entirely sure if his stutter was normal or if he was just nervous. “Revolver Magazine
wants a picture of the four of you for the cover of next month’s magazine.” He managed to get out without stuttering. Her and Rebel had been on the cover a total of five times since The Runaway had hit it big, so she wasn’t surprised in the least that they wanted there next cover to be a fucking Saving Mercy reunion picture.

It hit her for the first time that she was going to have to take a shit ton of pictures pretending she’d made up with the guys for the sake of the tour and she suddenly wanted to throw a fit all over again. Fuck. she thought a perfect excuse for Oliver to have his hands all over Rebel and her. As much as she wanted to she couldn’t say know, her and Rebel’s contract made them legally bound to everything tour related and for the entirety of the tour, Roger as had partial management authority over The Runaways and Alex had partial management authority over Dead before Dawn.

“Fine.” She hissed before pushing Cameron off her again, and pushing past Roger heading into the house to find Rebel. She managed to find Rebel grinding all over Alex, their manager, but it didn’t so much as phase her. She grabbed Rebel pulling her towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. “Clean up babe, we’ve got a photo shoot with our favorite boys.” She spat sarcastically as she looked over herself in the mirror quickly starting to fix her make-up.



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After Olive had seen Aussie, he’d wondered around the party bored s fuck, because it was like any other huge celebrity party he’d been too. The drugs were watered down and the girls were easy. He debated leaving, going home and getting completely fucked up until he passed out. He already knew that’s how he’d be pending the next year on tour to keep himself from falling for Rebel all over again. There managers were stupid as hell for even putting this together, the last time all of them had been together, him and Ash had beat the fuck out of Rebel’s brother, Ash had stopped but Oliver hadn’t and he’d continued until he’d killed him.

He wanted to say that he felt bad about it, but honestly, it was near impossible for Olive to feel guilty if anything he’d liked it. He’d drank through an entire bottle of whisky which mad him increasingly more violent and crude. He’d done a few lines of some trash naked girl, from another band who was going on tour with them, their opening band. Then he’d shot up and by the time Roger found him, he had a girl on each arm, his hand slipped up one of their dresses while he made out with the other one on the couch.

“What do you want Rog, I’m a little busy at the moment.” Oliver breathed against the girls lips before Roger even opened his mouth. Oliver had always had a bad habit of cutting people off before hearing them out.

“I need you to sober up and get your ass out front.” Roger spat, he’d become very accustom to working with the guys and keeping them from killing themselves. Despite the drugs that were always present he tended to stay sober and was always responsible of the band. “Revolver wants cover shots of you
you and the gi
girls.” He breathed.

Oliver stood up, not bothering to excuse himself from the girls. He smirked a Roger. “You practically get paid more than me Roger, why don’t you get that stutter fixed.” He said cruelly knowing full well his manager struggled with his speech impediment. Oliver slipped past him then and out front, because he knew that both Rebel and Aussie would be out there and they’d both have to pretend to like him and he smirked at the thought.



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Rebel danced with Alex for a while, not bothering to stop him when his hands started to wander her body. People would see, but she didn't care. Eighty percent of the people there were too fucked up to remember the next day and even if it did get out, Alex was incredible at dealing with press. He'd make the two of them grinding and touching all over each other completely disappear.

Eventually though, someone grabbed her, dragging her through the crowd and she cursed under her breath as she struggled to keep up with the person. She was so high, she didn't even realize it was Aussie pulling her around until she shoved her in the bathroom and closed the door behind them. “Fine.” She hissed before pushing Cameron off her again, and pushing past Roger heading into the house to find Rebel. She managed to find Rebel grinding all over Alex, their manager, but it didn’t so much as phase her. She grabbed Rebel pulling her towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. “Clean up babe, we’ve got a photo shoot with our favorite boys.” She spat sarcastically and started to fix her make up.

Rebel hissed under her breath. She was so high on all the coke she'd done, she knew standing with Oliver, pretending to like him would be impossible. She was hard to hand sober, high, she was completely unreasonable. She was the cause if all Alex's headaches, pulling stupid stunts that he had to scramble to try and cover up, and refusing to listen to a word he said, even when he threatened to have her fired. This was something she'd fought him vigorously since day one but, for some reason, it was a battle she just couldn't seem to win.

Knowing it wouldn't change anything, Rebel didn't argue even though she wanted to. She just rolled her eyes and turned towards the mirror. Quickly, she readjusted her long blond hair and clothes before cleaning up the deep black circles of makeup around her eyes she was famous for always wearing, making sure it was heavy, but not so heavy she looked like a raccoon.

Once she was ready, she slipped out the door, not even bothering to wait for Aussie as she made her way towards the front door. Alex was already making out with some other girl but Rebel didn't really care. She had no emotional attachment to him. She really only fucked him so he'd let her push him around and stay off her case when she did stupid things.

Across the room, Rebel managed to spot Oliver talking with Roger, making her jaw clench instantly, but she didn't stop to gawk, she kept going, slipping right out the front door. Outside, she smirked at the photographers and leaned against the side of the house, lighting herself a cigarette as she waited for the rest of them to come out.



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Ash did his best to forget about Aussie but it was hard. After all, he was at her house, at her party, the night before he had to go on your with her for an entire year. He couldn't get her off his mind as he continued to make out with Avery, their hands all over each other shamelessly, not caring who saw them touching or heard her moaning softly as he slipped a hand up her dress.

As he kissed her neck and touched her, Ash made the mistake of opening his eyes for a second and caught a glimpse of Aussie in the corner with a guy who was touching her. The sight pissed him of so bad, his grip on Avery tightened and she let out another moan, mistaking it as him simply getting rough, not realizing it was because the sight f some guys hands all over Aussie was driving him insane.

After a minute though, his manager walked up to the two, pretty much breaking it up and he sighed, already guessing the situation without even hearing a word of the conversation. The only reason Roger would bother one of them at a party would be either because their lives were in danger or because he needed them to pose for some stupid camera.

As Roger walked away from Aussie, Ash pushed Avery off his lap and stood, following his manager, not even bothering to explain a thing to Avery, just leaving her there. He followed Roger through the party over to where Oliver sat on the couch, leaning against the wall and listening in as he told him what Ash had already guessed. A photoshoot with the girls. Damn. He had no idea how Roger and Alex expected this whole thing to go down. None of them could even stand to be in the same room together.

After Roger and Oliver left, Ash sighed, running his fingers through his hair and glancing towards the back door where Avery was looking around for him. He could head back to her quickly and get the fuck out of there before Roger hunted him down, but in the end he just headed towards the door and slipped outside, figuring it was about time he faced the facts. He was going to have to learn to deal with Aussie's constant presence, like it or not.

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Aussie Fixed her make-up, and adjusted her dress. Despite the rough way her and Rebel lived, they still looked incredibly good. Once Rebel disappeared from the bathroom, Aussie lend over the sink feeling sick. She’d seen Ash once, when she’d slipped by him, but then she hadn’t really seen him and she wasn’t actually sure she could face him.

Their relationship had been anything but perfect. They were both destructive and violent and they could only function when they were fucking or hurting each other. He was a hurricane and she was a tornado, they could never really be together. Yet, somehow mixed in their dangerous romance, they loved each other or at least she loved him and that’s what kept her coming back to him. But, she’d spent the past two year doing everything in her power to get over him, yet she still felt sick faced with having to see him again. She did the only thing that she knew would keep her sane enough to function and popped a handful of pills, probably a few too many to be honest but she didn’t care.

She lit herself a cigarette before slipping out of the bathroom and heading out front. She was the last one there of course, she was usually the last to arrive. Rebel, Ash, and Oliver were already out there. The camera crew was setting up a back drop and Roger was discussing something with the man she recognized as the interviewer and she sighed, she should have figured there would be an interview involved. She hung back from the group, smoking her cigarette and mentally preparing herself to slap on a fake smile and pretend like nothing had ever happened between the four of them.

She watched Roger move from the interviewer to Oliver and Ash and she could only hear bits of what he was telling them, but it sounded like to her, that he was begging them to behave and she smirked at the thought. She’d pay money to see the front men of Dead before Dawn behave. Finally after a long moment, she flicked her cigarette away and made her way towards Ash first. She knew that she had to fake it even just for a photo shoot. Because the reality of it was, this was the biggest tour of their generation. Concerts were already sold out and if she really wanted to the money they were about to make off this tour would be enough for her to retire at twenty-three and live comfortably for the rest of her life.

She walked up to Ash, grabbing his wrist and spinning him to face her. She wrapped her arms around his neck like she was hugging an old friend whom she missed dearly. “Don’t push me away.” She breathed quietly because she knew him way to well. “Don’t fuck this up.” She said pulling away enough to place a kiss on each cheek, playing it off perfectly. “So glad you guys could make it.” She said giving him a small smile and as she held his eyes a flood of memories came back to her and it made her stomach twisted because she missed him so much.



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When Oliver got outside Rebel was already out there and everything in him wanted to walk up to her and pull her in his arms and kiss her hard. He’d miss her so God damn much, they’d been really good together. She made him laugh and she could calm him down, but he knew that they’d never have what they had before. Their past was still too fresh, he’d really fucked up, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted her and needed her.

He sighed running his fingers through his hair, lighting a joint and taking a drag off it, he figured it would be best for the moment to pretend that he didn’t even notice her. He knew her well enough to know that would piss her off. But, he also knew that if he approached her first it would more than likely end worse, because at least while he pretended not to notice her he could prepare himself for whatever nasty thing she was going to try and throw in his face.

“Oliver?” Roger’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned his attention to his manager. “I need you and you.” He gestured between him and Ashton. “To be on your best behavior, save the petty past history argument for the privacy of the tour bus.” He said sternly and Oli just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you ay boss man.” He smirked sarcastically as he took a long drag off his cigarette. He glanced to Ashton as Aussie hugged him and he raised brow, an arrogant smirk on his face. He’d taught her how to fake it and she did a damn good job of it.

“So glad you guys could make it.” her voice never faltered, but her hesitation to look away from Ash was obvious. Roger gestured for him to go over too Rebel and the defeated his whole purpose of not approaching her in the first place, as much as he wanted to fight Roger he didn’t.

“Hey doll, the parties over here, why don’t you come join us.” He said cooly as he made his way over to her.



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Rebel stood against the wall smoking as the others came outside, eyes following them, unable to keep her heart from constricting when she spotted Oliver. She wasn't sure why he had such a hold on her, but she just wished she could get rid of him for good. All he'd ever done was use her and hurt her. Sure, they'd been good in bed and occasionally got along, but their whole "fling" was a lie from the start. He'd really only been fucking her to get back at Aussie and she'd known that, but for some reason, couldn't help herself, leaving her feeling like the whole damn thing was her fault.

She didn't make any moves to approach them as the others played nice and Roger commanded the boys to be good. Seeing Oliver had the same effect on her that it always did, exciting her and pissing her off at the same time, though this time, watching him ignore her like she'd never meant anything to him, she was leaning more towards pissed and she was a little glad. Had he paid attention to her and started trying to seduce her, she still didn't trust herself to be able to resist him for very long. He always knew just what to say to reel her back in and she was afraid that, after two years, he'd still have that power over her.

“Hey doll, the party's over here, why don’t you come join us.” Oliver said, pulling her from her thoughts and she glanced up at him as he started to walk towards her. Rebel smirked wickedly and raised her eyebrows. Everyone else was playing nice, but she was honestly too high to give a fuck so she raised her hand, flicking him off as he walked over.

"Hey doll." Rebel sneered, and fool a step towards him, flicking her cigarette away and closing the remaining distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck like she was hugging him standing on her toes so her body was pressed lightly against his, pressing her lips to his ear with a smirk like she was going to tell him a huge secret. "Go fuck yourself Oliver." She whispered softly with a wicked grin before pulling away, holding his eyes, careful to wipe any emotion from them so that it looked like she didn't give a shit about him at all. Like what they were doing was just a job to her, nothing more.



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Outside, Ash found Rebel leaning on the wall smoking a cigarette and Oliver was there too as well as Roger. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair as Aussie came through the door behind him. It was going to be a rough year, that much was obvious from the tension hanging in the air. He wasn't sure if the camera crew could feel it, but he certainly could.

Ash wasn't really paying attention to a thing Roger was saying to him. Something about being good. His attention was on Aussie. He wasn't looking at her, but he was entirely aware of her in a way he always was when she was in the same room. After Roger was done ordering him to behave, Ash finally glanced at Aussie to see her walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him like she was hugging an old friend and feeling her body so close to his again was incredible and agonizing at the same time.

“Don’t push me away.” She breathed quietly like she could read his mind and guess what he was going to do. “Don’t fuck this up.” She said and placed a kiss on his cheek that burned his skin. “So glad you guys could make it.” She said with a smile he knew was bullshit.

Ash rolled his eyes, glancing at Roger who shot him a dangerous look that told him not to fuck up, making him sigh deeply and turn his eyes back to her. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." He said with a smirk that was clearly sarcastic, but only to her, no one around them would really know that he didn't mean what he said at all. That he'd been dreading the party since Roger told him about it that morning.

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"Wouldn't miss it for the world." he smirked and something about his smirk made butterflies kick at her stomach and she hated herself for it because in that moment all she wanted to do was kiss him. His smirk was arrogant and it made her miss their violent fights, because the absolute best make-up sex followed after. He was incredible, he was the only drug that could kill her and make her feel alive at once and that scared the shit out of her.

“Selfie?” she smirked, her voice mocking a Barbie, fake and candy coated. She didn’t give him a chance to answer, before wrapping an arm around his neck leaning up on her toes and squashing their faces together and snapping a nearly perfect picture of the two of them. “Hashtag Besties.” Her voice had suddenly turned from sugar coated to bitchy in a matter of seconds. “Right Ash?” She shot him a wickedly dangerous smirk, that made it clear things were far from good between them.

She turned from him then, focused on posting the picture of the two of them on all her social media sites, knowing people would go nuts seeing them together after so long. People still wrote stupid fan fictions about the two of them. To the rock and roll world, the four of them being back together was something like Armageddon. She made her way over to the background, lighting herself another cigarette, taking a long drag, letting her heart slow down, because being so close to him after so long made her absolutely crazy.

She rested the cigarette between her lips as she adjusted her dress and slipped her phone back into her bra, she knew posting a picture of them would be chaotic, but she didn’t care. Starting now she was in the business of pissing both Ash and Oli off to keep them as far away from her as possible there was no way in hell she was letting herself get involved with them again.



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Oliver knew the second she looked his way, she was going to smart off. Unlike Aussie’s obvious fake attempt at getting along, just to piss him and Ash off, Rebel on the other hand would pretend, she’d just tell Oli or Ash she hated them not matter what someone told her. That’s what he loved about her, she was wild and reckless just like him.

"Hey doll." he smirked at her mocking tone as he lifted his cigarette to his lips and took a drag. She wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him making his body burn even through his clothes. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. Her lips grazing his ear and he raised a brow as she spoke again. "Go fuck yourself Oliver." she whispered a wicked smirk on her lips as she pulled away, her eyes emotionless much like his own.

Her words had pissed him off because he was high as fuck, yet somehow still sober enough that he knew better then to cause a scene. So, he tightened his grip on her roughly pulling her back to his body. It didn’t matter that everyone around them would simply think that they were about to make up. When you pissed off Oliver, he became unstoppable and an antagonistic prick. He slipped his hand to the back over her neck. He lend in so close her lips were barely touching his.

“Yeah, I might just do that, considering my hand doesn’t talk back.” he spat harshly against her lips, his voice a whisper. “You think your tough sweetheart. Your nothing without me and everyone know it.” He breathed, his words were hateful. “I made you Becca.” he hissed her name knowing she hated it. She’d told it to him once after they’d fucked, that Rebel wasn’t her real name. “No one knew your name, until I fucked you.” He smirked pressing his lips to hers hard, holding her there in the kiss, so she couldn’t pull away.

He didn’t care that everyone was watching. He ignored the fire he felt between them, replacing passion with empty hatred, making her believe that she’d never been anything to him. He lips were always a better liar then his voice, that how he convinced girls, drew them in and made them do things they’d never normally do. That’s how he’d destroyed Aussie and that’s how he made girl fall in love with him. His kiss was addicting and he knew it. He pulled away, walking past her and making his way to where Aussie was, like they hadn’t just kissed her or said all those cruel things to her. He just wanted to get these damn pictures over with and go home so he could drink himself to death and forget Rebel before they left tomorrow morning.



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Rebel raised an eyebrow at him when his grip on her tightened, wondering if he'd seriously cause a scene with so many people around. She knew it'd be bad if he did and Alex would kick her ass, but she had to admit, it'd also be kind of ironic. She'd been telling Alex for weeks that the two bands wouldn't last three days together, and yet they were going to fuck it up in a matter of minutes. The night before they were even officially on tour. She wouldn't be able to resist shoving Alex's nose in the huge fucking mistake he'd made, signing the two of them up to do this stupid tour and for that reason, she almost wanted him to do it.

His grip on her was rough like it had always been, making her smirk as he pulled his body back to hers. She hated that the way he was holding her was so familiar, or that he'd been so good at playing her in the past, she literally had to put up defenses now that they were close again. No one fucked with her head, got under her skin, or talked her into things she didn't want. Except Oliver. For some reason, he'd always gotten her to bend, whether through force or conniving tricks didn't matter, the point was that his power over her made her crazy. She just hoped like hell two years away from him was enough to make her immune to it.

Oliver leaned in close, placing a hand on the back of her neck that sent fiery sparks all the way down her spine, her whole body tensing as his lips grazed hers. Fuck. He hadn't even touched her intimately and already her skin was hot and she had to keep every muscle tense to keep from melting right back into him. “Yeah, I might just do that, considering my hand doesn’t talk back.” He whispered bitterly and she just rolled her eyes. “You think you're tough sweetheart. You're nothing without me and everyone knows it.” He breathed, hatefully, causing her jaw to clench so tightly it was actually painful.

“I made you Becca.” He hissed her real name, pissing her off and causing her to mentally kick herself for ever telling him that. “No one knew your name, until I fucked you.” He spat cruelly and she hated that those words actually hurt. He kissed her then and she was too surprised by it at first to fight him, but by the time she realized what was going on, he was holding her so tightly, she couldn't fight him off even if she tried. It was so hard, not to moan against his lips and melt back into his arms, because she'd missed the taste of his lips and she was dying to feel his hands on her body again, but she couldn't. Rebel forced herself to stay rigid, refusing to give in so easily.

It was hateful, cold, and empty and she hated it because it made her feel used. Like all the times they'd had sex had been just that and nothing more, sex. Worse then that. Like he'd gotten what he wanted out of her, and now he no longer wanted her. Her usefulness to him had run it's course. When he finally pulled away, Rebel hated him even more, and watched him head over to where the pictures were being taken like nothing had just happened.

She glared at him for a second, considering just taking off. Hell, she rarely listened to Alex, this didn't have to be any different. Still, she knew if she stormed off it'd look like she was running away and she'd spent too much time hating Oliver to run away at the first taunt. So instead she just smirked and walked over, slipping up next to him like she wasn't effected in the least bit by him or the kiss.

"Really Oli that's it?" She smirked, leaning over like she was whispering something in his ear. "You're going to have to do a hell of a lot better than a few weak words to knock me down babe." She breathed with a wicked grin, pulling back and holding his eyes. "Besides, if I'm remembering right, I didn't get famous until after leaving you." She shrugged. "So I guess you're wrong. I'm not nothing without you, I'm better off without you." She spat bitterly and glanced at the photographers, Aussie, and Ash, pulling her attention back to what was going on.

The photographer directed them a little, snapped some pictures, and in the end, it really didn't take that long, although it felt like it had taken ages, just because Oliver was so close to her the whole time. By the time it was done, she was so ready to get away from him and his annoyingly intoxicating heat, she took off instantly, lighting a cigarette. There was supposed to be an interview, but she didn't care. Aussie would cover it for them. For now, she needed to find Dex or Alex, head upstairs, and fuck so hard she completely forgot Oliver.

She walked through the party briskly, smoking her cigarette as she let her eyes scan for either one of them, finally running into Alex in the kitchen. She smirked and tossed her cigarette away as she walked over to him, not even saying a word before pressing her lips hard against his and backing him roughly into the kitchen counter, needing to feel something other then the heat that had been so clear between her and Oliver just a second ago. She was supposed to keep their "fling" under the radar, but she really didn't give a shit. At that point, he could fuck her right there in the kitchen where anyone could see and make cruel assumptions. She didn't care. As long as it got Oliver out of her head.



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“Selfie?” Aussie responded quickly with a smirk on her lips, making him raise his eyebrows as she leaned in and took a quick picture of the two of them like they were just old friends who'd gotten reacquainted at her party. “Hashtag Besties. Right Ash?” She said in a tone that made it evidently clear that the two of them were not on good terms. Not that he needed her to tell him that. The very fact that he himself had been dreading seeing her for weeks was proof enough of that.

Ash didn't respond because he didn't see a point. He just watched as she quickly posted the picture online, making him sigh and roll his eyes. This whole "having to play nice" thing was going to get really old really fast. All their fans would think they were close again, that they'd gotten over their past and were now going to put on the best tour of all time. It was a complete lie and he hated it. He hated that a lot of being famous was pretending to be something you weren't, but he swallowed it down and dealt with it because he knew it came with part of the job.

Once she was done posting the picture for their fans to gossip about for a straight week, she went over to where the photographer was setting up and he sighed, watching her a second before heading over, standing beside her as he lit his own cigarette and glanced at Oliver, waiting. He was talking to Rebel and, in another second, he was kissing her, making him raise his eyebrows as he watched the two of them before Oliver came over and, in another second, so did Rebel.

For the sake of getting the pictures over with, Ash really didn't talk. He just did what the photographer told him, knowing if he opened his mouth to say something to Aussie, it'd just start a fight and Roger would kill him. So, in the end, once it was finally over, Ash sighed and rolled his eyes, heading over to lean against the side of the house and light himself another cigarette, suddenly very on edge.

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Oliver knew she was going to be pissed, he’d knocked her down a couple pegs with her his words so the only thing she knew how to do was come back with something to try and hurt him, but his emotions were so stone cold he doubted anything short of I never want to see you again and her actually following through with that, could break him down or even make him flinch.

"Really Oli that's it?" she smirked and lend over like she was whispering something in his ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close as he got ready for the pictures. "You're going to have to do a hell of a lot better than a few weak words to knock me down babe." she breathed and he glanced to her matching her smirk as the photographer snapped a picture and it looked like they’d made up. "Besides, if I'm remembering right, I didn't get famous until after leaving you." she shrugged and he raised a brow. "So I guess you're wrong. I'm not nothing without you, I'm better off without you."

Eventually the four of them got together and the photographer got some great pictures of them before they were free to go and before he had the chance to catch up to Rebel and really knock her off her high horse, she slipped away and he didn’t have the energy to chase after her at least not tonight when he was about to spend an entire year with her. She had left him alone with Aussie and he smirked at her as she tried to walk away from him, looking like she was in a hurry to get away from him. A part of him knew Ash was standing their watching as he grabbed Aussie roughly and pulled her back to him and he wanted to piss him off.

Sure the two of them were best friends, but at the same time, they were always being pitted against each other. Girls didn’t like both of them, they either like Ash or him and Oliver and always hated Ash getting any attention and so he’d always been good and pissing him off as a way of getting back at him and he was even better at pissing Rebel off and Aussie like always got caught in the middle of his sick games. He wasn’t stupid he knew Austyn and Ashton loved each other, the same way him and Rebel couldn’t live without each other, but he didn’t know how to do anything but destroy people.

“Oliver please, just leave me alone.” Aussie begged him and he could tell that she was coming down from her high. “Don’t.” She breathed. She turned her head in Ash’s direction, but he grabbed her jaw forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t what?” he taunted and she tensed. “Come home with me.” He said simply never letting her his eyes leave hers. “If you go back in there, Ash will just chase after you, he’s relentless and you know that Austyn.” He said using her real name and he felt her shiver and smirked. “I’ll make you feel alive again.” He said holding her gaze and he felt her breathing pick up and he knew he had her and he knew if she went home with him, he’d be ruining the tour before it even started and the thought of that made him smirk wickedly.



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All she wanted was to feel Ash’s touch again, he skin skill burned and they had only hugged. She hated that she lost control of her emotions whenever he was around. He made her feel nearly every possible emotion at once and it killed her. She watched as Rebel hung on Oliver like she was telling him a secret and she hopped that Rebel would distract him. When Rebel had first started coming around, she couldn’t have been more grateful of the girl because she’d kept Oliver away from her, but she’d also made the mistake of falling for Ash.

The thing with Oliver was he used people, even if he didn’t care about you, he still considered you his, he was the king and you were the pawn. He had always scared the shit out of her because she’d seen what he was capable of.

When they’d finished with the pictures she’d had it in her head that she was going to go upstairs and take a long bath, pop too many sleeping pills and drown out the party until someone, namely Alex woke her up in the morning and told her it was time to go. Rebel was the first to ditch the group followed by Ash and she was going to make a run for it but Oliver stopped her and his grip on her made her wince. Eventually he’d talked her into leaving with him and she hated herself. She couldn’t even look in Ash’s direction as Oliver led her to the limo.

They’d spent the entire night fucking and the only thing she could think about was how much Ash and Rebel were going to hate her, but Oliver kept her so high that she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Eventually though he’d fallen asleep and she’d taken the time to collect her things and leave. She’d called a cab and instead of going home she’d simply went straight to the airport. Her things were already packed they were always packed a week in advance and Alex was always really good about getting everyone shit together.

At the airport she’d bought a few shitty make-up items to reapply her make-up to the best of her ability, before she’d bought a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie. Finally she managed to board their private jet before anyone else and even if Ash had seen her leave with Oliver at least Rebel wouldn’t know and hopefully Ash had enough sense to just leave it alone, because she already felt like complete shit about it.



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Alex had tried to pull away from Rebel as she kissed him hard, pressing her body tightly against his, and she knew why. It was because he was worried about someone seeing the two of them, leaving him in charge of cleaning up the mess with the public so that no one would be calling her a whore. "Aw, it's nice how you're always worried about my reputation baby." Rebel laughed lightly against his lips, but instead of backing off, she just slipped her hand into his jeans, knowing he wouldn't be able to refuse her then.

Even if she wouldn't admit it, she felt like shit after what Oliver had said to her outside and she needed Alex. Not because she loved him or wanted to talk to him about it, but because he'd be able to make her forget Oliver for a few hours. He'd keep her from thinking about the way Oliver's lips had tasted and, more importantly, he'd keep her from going back for more and falling right back into his trap.

Thankfully, Alex quit caring who saw them and placed a hand on her neck, pulling her lips and body harder against his as he kissed her roughly. One of his hands slipped into her shorts and she moaned, not even caring that they were standing in the kitchen touching each other in clear view of anyone who walked in.

In the end, the two of them had ducked into the bathroom and fucked hard for a long time, pausing only to snort more coke before going at it again. After that, she asked him to drive her home so he did. She'd intended on just letting him drop her off and then heading to bed, but before she knew it they were fucking again, this time in her kitchen.

In the morning, she woke with a blistering headache, her whole body sore. The shower in the other room was running, meaning Alex was already awake. Rebel sighed and got up, slipping his shirt of her head before making coffee and pulling out a suitcase. Alex came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and raised his eyebrows when he saw her randomly throwing shit in the bags. He didn't say anything, but she knew he was amused by how unorganized she was. She always packed last minute and, when she did, she didn't really care enough to actually look at what she was packing, or even fold it.

Once the bags were full, Rebel zipped them and then sighed, finishing off her coffee as she glanced at Alex, leaning in her closet doorway shirtless, looking at her with a smirk. "I might need my shirt back baby." He said, reaching out and grabbing he'd wrist, pulling her roughly towards him before pushing her arms up over her head. He smirked down at her as he pulled his shirt off her before sliding it on and letting his eyes roam her naked body.

"You've got ten minutes." He breathed against her lips as he leaned down to kiss her, one hand rubbing between her legs roughly before pulling away and leaving her there, heading downstairs to get himself coffee. Rebel sighed and got ready quickly before the two of them got in his car and headed for the airport.



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Ash stayed against the house smoking, eyes on Aussie, torn between trying to ignore her and heading over to talk to her, though what he'd say, he had no clue. He wished all the smiling and hugging was real, that, at the every least, they could go back to just being really good friends, but he knew that wasn't possible. There was too much shot between them.

Ash's jaw clenched when he watched Oliver grab hold of her and start talking. Oliver was his best friend, but that didn't mean there wasn't a secret competition between the two and Oliver had a bad habit of wanting anything Ash got. It drove him crazy, but with Aussie, it was more than that. Aussie and Oliver being together was the whole reason they were all being forced on a painfully awkward tour because they couldn't get along.

It made his whole body tense to watch her walk away with him, knowing what would happen between the two of them. It pissed him off to no end. He could handle it when Oliver tried to steal some meaningless girl from him, but this was different and Oliver knew that. Aussie was dangerous ground and it made him so pissed, he wanted to head inside and fuck Rebel, just out of spite, knowing it'd piss him Oliver off right back.

The thought was so tempting, he'd almost done it, but in the end, he just forced himself to let it go and found some random brunette and her friend to take home for the night, using the two of them to help him forget the fact that Oliver's hands were probably all over Aussie at that moment.

In the morning, the girls were gone and Ash woke up to a trashed house. He'd gotten so drunk, they'd completely fucked the place up but he didn't care. He just had to get to the airport so he'd groaned as he rolled out of bed, grabbed his packed suitcases and bags, and left, driving quickly to get there on time.

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Aussie had spent the entire thirty minutes she’d been alone hating herself. She was sure she could stand up to Oliver, tell him to finally fuck off but she’d just fallen back into her old ways and it was all him, she knew that. He had a way of manipulating everyone around him, even Ash and that was why Ash always took his side no matter how badly he knew it hurt her. Oliver a deadly disease and yet there was nothing they could do to get rid of them. She wished more than anything that Ashton would have fought for her last night, that he’d have stepped in but he hadn’t and that what made her feel even shitter. She was certain now, he was over them and that killed her because she would never be over him.

Despite the fact that she was still coming down from all the drugs Oliver had pumped into her veins, she just wanted more to kill the pain and numb her emotions until they landed in South America. She was beating herself up so badly and she wasn’t entirely sure why, because the truth of it was Ash didn’t want her anymore he’d made that clear last night when he’d watched her walk off with Oliver and Rebel knew what Oliver did to both of them and it wasn’t like her and her boyfriend were actually faithful to each other. She figured it was the simple fact that she’d let Oliver control her again.

“Where the hell did you disappear to last night?” Cameron’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced up to see her boyfriend with both her suitcase and his and a coffee in his other hand. She didn’t talk se just shrugged. “Well, I missed you.” He said honestly and she felt like shit all over again. “Figured whatever you were doing you show up here with a headache.” He smirked holding out the Starbucks coffee to her, leaning in and kissing her gently and it was times like that, when she realized why she was with him in the first place.

There were times Cameron could be a total sweetheart, when he was a genuinely good boyfriend. She kissed him back taking the coffee and taking a sip of it immediately realize it wasn’t just coffee, he’d mixed in a good amount of whiskey and she was grateful for that. He put their suite cases away before sinking into the seat next to her and she laced her fingers with his and rested her head on his shoulder. Her big sunglasses and hoodie hiding the fact that she’d been crying most the morning.

“Thanks baby.” She breathed as he kissed the top of her head. This whole thing hadn’t started and it was already a major disaster. Alex and Roger would be lucky if they could keep them all from killing themselves.



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Oliver was in no big hurry to get to the airport, in fact he’d more than likely be the last one there, simply because he liked making everyone wait on him and they couldn’t exactly leave without him. Last night had meant absolutely nothing to him, he was completely emotionless about it. Sure Aussie was good in bed, but he didn’t love her. He loved Rebel and Aussie was his way of getting back at Rebel.

Oliver sat up not even bothered by the fact that his bed was now empty. He didn’t bother to text Austyn or call her to see if she was okay or where she was, because the truth of it was he didn’t give a shit. She was probably off crying to her boyfriend or Ashton, playing the victim like she always did. He rolled his eyes at the thought as he filled a needle and shot up. He sat there for a long moment before he finally got up and started getting ready. All he really had to pack was his personal belongings and close he wanted to wear when he wasn’t on stage. The rest was up to their wardrobe team, so it hadn’t taken him very long to get packed.

After he showered he slicked his hair back like always, slipped into a pair of black ripped up jeans, he slipped on a black tank top and his jean vest, with a huge anarchist sign on the back. Finally he slipped out of his house and down to the cab the was waiting for him. The drive to the airport wasn’t very long, however the second he got their Paparazzi and a fan girls surrounded the car. It was instant chaos and he simply smirked. He lit a cigarette as he stepped out of the car, security holding back the crowd of screaming girls.

“Oli, sign this please!” He heard the girl closest to him scream and she was a pretty blonde, who reminded him a lot of rebel and so he paused to sign their newest album, before grabbing her and kissing her. He pulled away and the girl nearly fainted, but he simply kept walking, knowing that picture would be everywhere in less than a few hours and he’d hear all kinds of shit from Roger but he didn’t care, he was a rock star and he did whatever he wanted everyone knew that.

Security surround him as they walked him the rest of the way through the airport, until they went through a back door and he was escorted out to the landing strip where their private jet was waiting. Just ahead of him he could see Ash and Rebel getting on and Roger looking stressed as usual as he stood at the bottom of the stairs talking to one of the crew.



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The drive to the airport was fairly long from her place. They didn't have to stop by Alex's because, as usual, he was incredibly punctual and always had his shit together ridiculously early, everything folded away neatly and impeccably organized. His incredible sense of time and planning, combined with the outrageous amount of patience he had for all the shit she pulled, were exactly why he made the perfect manager. And also why she kept fucking him. Everyone knew Rebel wasn't exactly one to commit, and aside from Dex and Alex, she really never went back to the same man twice, but they were different.

It wasn't because she cared about them at all, and they both knew that. Neither of them really had any delusions about her being "theirs" and they about each other, she wasn't really careful enough to hide it. Emotionally, she didn't give a shit about either of the boys. What made her want to keep Alex around were his organization and patience. He got angry, sure, but he had a very large tolerance for bullshit that she liked to push the boundaries of, and he was extremely good at getting everything he had to do done on time and to the best of his ability. Hell, the man couldn't even make coffee without dedication and precision.

Which made him pretty much the exact opposite of Oliver who showed up late just to piss people off and had one of the worst tempers she'd ever seen. He was the one she turned to when she wanted to forget Oliver, because he was so different from him. Dex was the one she went to when she was missing Oliver, because the two of them were a lot alike. He was rougher with her, had a pretty bitter temper, and also a talent for getting her to do what he wanted. It wasn't nearly as bad as Oliver, who could play her better than anyone in the world, but it was enough to keep her interested in him. She liked that, with Dex, everything was entirely casual. The minute he rolled off her, he quit caring about her just as she quit caring about him. No attachments, no emotions at all.

Now that Oliver was back, it had her completely fucked up. She'd have to do everything humanly possible to avoid him while, at the same time, stand strong to hid exactly how afraid of him she was. Him physically hurting her wasn't what she was afraid of, though she knew he could. What scared her was that, eventually, he'd corner her and she wouldn't be able to resist. All the independence and strength she'd gained over the past two years would go right out the window, she'd melt like a candle, and she'd go right back to being used and toyed with by him.

With an anxious sigh, Rebel sunk further down into her seat as Alex drover, causing him to glance over to her and place a hand on her knee, rubbing her thigh reassuringly, knowing she was dreading spending a year with Oliver. Alex was one of the few people she'd told about the pain Oliver had caused her. She'd pretty much spilled everything to him from her brother's murder to the way he'd treated her, using her and making her feel like she meant nothing to him but a way to get revenge on Aussie.

She wasn't sure why. Some of the emotional details she'd told Alex, she hadn't even told Aussie, her best friend, but she trusted Alex for some reason. He was just so damn good at taking care of their band, keeping things in order, she'd kind of needed him to keep her in order because, even though she put up a careless front, Oliver really had fucked her up. So she'd leaned on Alex a little more than she should have when she first met him, spilling her guts to him in bed after they'd fucked, until eventually, she hardened enough that she could stand on her own again. But now he knew everything.

To take the edge off, Rebel popped several pills before pulling a flask attached to her hip under her dress by a garter, taking several long swigs before slipping it back away, black fingernails picking at the holes in her ripped fishnet tights quietly for the rest of the drive until Alex finally nudged her and she glanced up, realizing they'd arrived.

With a sigh, she slipped on a pair of black sunglasses before stepping out of the vehicle. She signed a few things on the way in, bumming a cigarette off a fan she caught lighting up before they'd finally made it away from all the screaming, excited fans and were standing in front of a large private jet. Alex took her hand and lead her forward, but she dropped it, not wanting to lean on him. She was dreading the tour, sure, but she could handle it herself. Besides, the drugs she'd just taken gave her a little more confidence. She wasn't fragile. She could do it.

She boarded the jet, Alex staying behind to do what he usually did, organizing, making sure everyone's things were accounted for, and talking to the crew about preferences and such. On the jet, Aussie was already seated with her boyfriend next to her, and so were the rest of their band. She raised her eyebrows with a smirk when she found that, though they hadn't even taken off yet, Dex already had one of the flight attendants in the seat next to him, lips locked with hers.

When she came on though, Dex glanced up and spotted her, pushing the girl away like she didn't matter with a simple smirk and shrug before grabbing her wrist and pulling her down into the seat next to him where the girl had just been sitting. "Saved you a seat love." Dex shrugged, gesturing to the blond flight attendant who's face was flushed, one too many of the buttons on her blouse undone. "Ashley here, kept it warm for you." Rebel just smirked and nudged him as she brought her cigarette to her lips for a drag and he leaned over, kissing her neck a few times. "Later, once we get going, you and I can slip off to the bathroom and join the mile high club. Maybe I'll even see if Ashley would like to join us, might be fun." He whispered in her ear with a chuckle before pulling away and turning to Ashley, starting an incredibly boring conversation with her, flirting not-so-subtly.



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On the way to the airport, Ash stopped off for some coffee and spotted Cameron there as well, ordering his own drinks. He'd heard through the media that the washed-up star was dating Aussie, but, seeing as the media had a way of turning a hug into a marriage proposal with a baby on the way, he hadn't really believed it until just now. Or maybe he'd just tried not to think about it.

Not that seeing the guy at a starbucks was exactly concrete evidence that he was with Aussie, but the fact that this one was less than a mile from the airport and he was ordering more than one drink pretty much filled in the blanks. Seeing him pissed Ash off more than he'd like to admit and he hated that he felt a pang of jealousy thinking that he was the one who got to sleep in her bed, kiss her, and touch her whenever he wanted. Half of him wanted to beat the fuck out of the guy out of sheer irritation, but he knew he couldn't. He'd look like a total psycho.

Besides, maybe he made Aussie happy. The fact that he was still even considering that pissed him off that much more and forced him to duck into the bathroom to cool off a second because he was seriously in danger of causing a scene and being an asshole just because he could. Instead, he waited a while until his anger subsided before doing a little coke on the bathroom sink and slipping back out into the store.

Thankfully, Cameron was gone at that point so Ash could order his coffee in peace and leave without starting his morning out with murder. The rest of the way to the airport, Ash was frustrated, thinking about Cameron and the fact that he'd probably be going with them, but his frustration turned elsewhere when he finally arrived to find Leslie and Avery standing there, waiting for him. Avery looked like she'd been crying and he rolled his eyes, knowing that she was upset with him for ditching her at the party the night before and cheating on her.

Leslie held up the note he'd left on the kitchen counter that explained that he'd be leaving. She'd already known about it, but he'd felt the need to let her know instead of just run off. He'd told her a hundred times over the past few months, she couldn't come. He didn't want her around Oliver, who had a tendency to go after anything Ash had that he didn't, and he also didn't want her getting mixed up in the endless drugs, sex, and partying that he knew would be following them around the globe. Besides, having to figure out a way to refrain from murdering Aussie was bad enough without the added stress of having to watch out for his little sister. Then there was Avery as well, who he really didn't need tagging along, causing an already delicate situation to become potentially explosive. Having Avery around would be like rubbing her in Aussie's face and, while the idea was appealing, it was also bound to cause some pretty big issues.

"No." Ash said before Leslie could even get a word out as he pushed past them, completely ignoring the fans. He loved his fans, but at the moment, he really wasn't in the mood for their obsessive screams and shell-shocked faces when he spoke to them. He just wanted to get the tour over with as quickly as possible, with as few complications as possible. Only Leslie, of course, wasn't having it. She'd always been headstrong, so she just gabbed Avery's arm and dragged her along behind her as the two of them followed him, speedwalking to keep up with his brisk pace.

She begged and argued, but in the end, what finally got him was her threatening to have Tom over until he got back, so he said yes. The idea of his sister getting hooked on some drug where he could see it and had the ability to stop it was a hell of a lot less stressful than the idea of her being alone with Tom for a year where he couldn't protect her. In the end, he'd told them they could come and the three of them boarded the plane, Ash unable to stop his jaw from clenching as he spotted Aussie, with Cameron.

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Aussie tried her best to fall asleep on Cameron’s shoulder, because if she could fall asleep before the guys got on the airplane, that would buy her more time that she didn’t have to see them. However, she just couldn’t seem to get Ashton out of her head. She’d already fished her entire coffee and felt the buzz from it, but being so close to Ash last night made her miss him more then she realized. In fact she still felt the faded burn from where his skin had touched her last night and she hated that he still had that effect on her.

Then what had happened with Oliver, was just a reminder that absolutely nothing had changed over the past two years and it was quite possible that time hadn’t mend anything thing, but had only made things worse. They’d only covered up and buried all their fucked up affairs and relationships, eventually they were bound to crack and someone was going to get hurt. Eventually Rebel and the rest of their band and Dead Before Dawn filled the plane and Ash and Oliver were of course last. Only Ash wasn’t alone, he was with his sister, whom Aussie use to love. Her and Leslie use to be close, Leslie might as well have been her own sister and Aussie knew that was because Leslie reminded her a lot of Mercy.

Ash also had another girl with him and by the way she touched him and they interacted, it wasn’t hard for Austyn to figure out that it was more or less his girlfriend and she suddenly felt numb. Cameron must have felt her tense because his hand started to rub her back, like he was soothing her only she the alcohol managed to make her irritable and she shrugged him off and sat up keeping her sunglasses on so no one could see her eyes.

She lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag off of it, despite the no smoking signs. “This is fucking bull shit.” She breathed out a breath of smoke, Cameron could scene her irritation and rested a hand on her knee. “I swear to fucking God Cam, if you let those two anywhere near me were over.” She threatened, letting Cameron know that he better play the role of not only her boyfriend but her bodyguard too.



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Oliver smirked when Roger started yelling at him for being the last to show up and he simply flipped him of as he headed up the stairs. It his sick and twisted head he was really looking forward to the tour. He had every intent to get Rebel back no matter the cost and if she refused he was going to make her life a living hell, he’d made up his mind about that the second they’d signed up for the tour. She was his and she needed to know her place.

The seconds he stepped onto the plane it was like the energy completely changed, it went from being somewhat relaxed, to being tense and adrenaline fueled and that how it always was when Oliver was around he made everyone on edge because you weren’t quite sure what he’d do. Oliver glanced around the plane, he spotted Rebel, but he was careful not to let his eyes stay on her. His eyes finally stopped on a pretty redheaded flight attendant.

“Hey sweetie, why don’t you make yourself useful and get me vodka on the rocks.” He ordered and she nodded taking off quickly. Oliver didn’t bother to look at Aussie as he passed her headed straight for Rebel, but his eyes were on Dex. “Hey buddy you wanna get out of my fucking seat?” he said, irritation in his voice, like Rebel was still his girlfriend and Dex was just some random guy hitting on her.

Dex opened his mouth to speak, but before he had a chance to say anything, Oliver reach over Rebel and grabbed Dex by his shirt pulling him effortlessly out of the seat. He was already causing a scene, before they’d even gotten in the air. Oliver felt entitled, to him Dex was just a drummer and nothing more. He quickly squeezed past Rebel and sunk down into the seat next to her. Leaving him with no choice but to sit next to him considering most the other seats were filled.

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Oliver turned his attention to the redheaded flight attendant as she brought him his drink and he smirked at her thanking her before finally turning his attention to Rebel. “Why don’t you get one for the lady to.” He said gesturing to Rebel, not really giving her a choice and the lady nodded leaving them alone. Oliver lend in then, close his breath on her cheek. “Go ahead and move seats babe, I’ll just corner you in the bathroom while every ones asleep.” He threatened dangerously. “Eventually you’re going to get tired of running.” He shrugged as he lend back in his seat but he kept his eyes trained on her. “This isn’t over Rebel and know it.” He said with a wicked smirk. His words were dark and dangerous more so then they’d ever been before, because he was warning her that eventually she’d be his again.



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Rebel sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the seat behind her, trying hard not to think about the year she was about to have, knowing Oliver was going to make it absolutely miserable. Either he'd corner her and talk her right back into his arms, or he'd taunt and torture her all year because she knew him. She knew he'd be pissed at her for leaving. The fact that he'd killed Daniel meant nothing to him. All that mattered was that she'd walked away from him and he didn't handle rejection very well. He wasn't used to losing and she knew that'd piss him off. If he didn't try to get her back just for the satisfaction of feeling like he'd won, he'd try to get revenge on her by making her life miserable.

The atmosphere in the plane shifted suddenly, causing Rebel to open her eyes, seeing Oliver. She hated herself for being glad that Dex was sitting there, but she also hated herself for thinking that Dex's presence would protect her. If Oliver wanted something, he got it, so she wasn't completely surprised when he forced Dex to move seats and slipped into the one he'd been occupying, right next to her. Her jaw clenched, being so close to him as one of the flight attendants leaned over and handed him a drink and he sent her away to get one for her too.

Once she'd gone, Oliver leaned in and Rebel held her breath. He was so close she could feel the electrifying heat between them, but she clung to the high she was on from the pills she'd taken, keeping herself from turning her head to kiss his lips. She shifted her weight, about to stand and find somewhere else to sit, knowing Alex would understand and wouldn't mind switching with her when he spoke. “Go ahead and move seats babe, I’ll just corner you in the bathroom while everyone's asleep.” He threatened, tone dark, making her heart pound because she knew he'd do it.

“Eventually you’re going to get tired of running." He shrugged as he sat back and it pissed her off that he was speaking like he knew her. Like he just assumed she fall right back into his arms. Two years was a long time and she'd spent it closing herself off emotionally. She didn't have to crumble every time he smirked at her. “This isn’t over Rebel and know it.” He said with a wicked smirk and she finally turned her head to meet his eyes.

His words were dark and dangerous, letting her know he'd get her back no matter what he had to do or say, and it scared her a little because she was a little afraid he was right. That maybe, eventually she would get tired of running. That he'd push and taunt her until she finally broke down and went back to him. But she shoved that fear away because she knew it'd give him exactly what he wanted so she just smirked as she held his eyes, letting out a scoff as she took a drag off her cigarette.

"You're wrong babe." She breathed as she leaned in close to him, wanting to let him know she could be close to him and not melt, needing him to think his bullshit wasn't effecting her. Rebel took one last drag off her cigarette before bringing the burning end down, putting it out on his arm with a wicked grin as she held his eyes. "It definitely is over." She spat before turning away and standing.

Just as she did so, the flight attendant came back with her drink and Rebel smirked, taking it from her and downing it in one long drink before glancing back at Oliver. "I'll be right back, keep my seat warm for me?" She asked in a mocking tone before slipping off to the bathroom to have a second to herself. Inside, she closed the door behind her and gripped the edges of the sink, leaning over it and closing her eyes as she tried to compose herself. She wasn't sure what it was about Oliver that got her so wound up and filled her with so much rage, but whatever it was, she knew she had to get control of it or she wouldn't even survive the flight, let along a year with him.



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Ash took a seat far from Aussie, but still in a place where he could see her, hating that he wanted to be able to watch her and Cameron. Why the fuck couldn't he get over her? He was pissed at her for what she'd done, sure, but under that, he really just missed her like crazy. She was absolutely incredible, a thousand times better than Avery or any of the other girls he'd been with, but he wouldn't bring himself to admit that.

For now, he just had to brood in bitter silence until the two of them were forced to interact and, at that point, he knew they'd kill each other. They were both way too prideful and stubborn to be anything but angry when it came down to it, so, no matter how much he missed her, he'd never beg her back and she'd never apologize for cheating. They'd just fight until one, or both, of them got seriously hurt and nothing could be taken back and he was afraid, with his temper, that he was the one who was going to hurt her.

After the last person, Oliver, no surprise there, was finally on board, he sat back in his seat a little, waiting for the flight to take off, hoping it'd be over with soon. After they landed, they'd have a night to themselves at the hotel before work started and they had to start getting ready for the show. At least that night, he could hide in his room and wouldn't have to see or talk to Aussie. Not that that would stop him from going crazy thinking about her sharing a room with Cameron, but still. He needed to keep his distance as much as possible. She had a talent for driving him insane, and he needed to keep this tour about the work and the music. Not about his personal drama with Aussie.

Next to him, in her seat, Avery caught him looking at Aussie and grabbed his hand, causing him to glance at her. Her eyes, though red from a night of crying were reassuring and he sighed and kissed her lips lightly, ignoring the hard kick Leslie gave to the back of his seat from behind him, knowing she hated seeing her brother and her best friend together as a couple, but not caring.

When he pulled away, Avery dropped his hand and he smirked when he glanced down and realized she'd left a little baggie of pills in his palm. One thing never failed at least, Avery, being the little sister of three notorious drug lords, was always good for an amazing high. He dumped the pills in his hand, placing a few on his tongue before kissing her, slipping his tongue past her lips and the pills into her mouth, smirking when she swallowed. Leslie kicked his seat again so he chuckled and pulled away, popping his own handful of pills before sitting back in his seat and glancing at the flight attendant, ordering three drinks for Avery, Leslie, and himself, not caring that his sister and her friend were both only seventeen.

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It took everything in Aussie not to jump out of her seat and rip the blonde kissing Ash out of her seat by her hair and beat the fuck out of her. It would be the first time she’d done it either. She’d mellowed out some since she’d started seeing Cameron, because he was always so high that he made her calmer. However, when her and Ashton were together she was a completely different person. She use to beat up fans who hung all over Ash, back when they were together. She was extremely jealous when it came to him and she knew he knew that.

The rest of the plane ride consisted of Aussie patriotically threatening to beat the shit out of Avery, who’s name she’d learned simply by ease dropping, working on one of their new songs for their upcoming album, and Cameron trying to calm her down. By the time they landed in Brazil she was beyond pissed. At one point Alex even had to come and threaten that if she didn’t get her act together he was going to send her home, but she knew that was bull shit, The Runaways could perform with only Rebel or only Aussie, it was an empty threat but it had worked.

Even after her and Cameron had gotten to their hotel suite, she was still completely and utterly irritated to the point that her and Cameron had gotten into it pretty badly. He’d slapped her and shaken her a little and she’d slapped him right back. Finally, he’d just left. She knew he’d be back, probably drunk off his ass and they’d just fight more once he’d gotten back, but for the moment she was debating finally going and getting her and Ash’s enviable fight over with.

She looked herself over in the mirror. Her heavy black make-up smeared and her face red where Cameron had slapped her. She tied her long, black pin straight hair up into a high ponytail. She slipped into a pair of spanks and a tank top that showed off her mid drift, exposing all her hidden tattoos. She lit herself a cigarette, before she heard voices in the hall, voices she recognized as Leslie and Ash’s new fucking girlfriend, who’s voice she’d had to hear for the past several hours. She made her way to the mirror once more fixing her make-up. She glanced to the tattoo on her hip of Ash’s name that’s she’d honestly forgotten she’d had until that moment and it just pissed her off even more. She cut a few lines on the counter before leaning down and snorting them.

She opened her door, just in time as Leslie and Avery were passing her bedroom, laughing like the teenage girls they were and she knew that they were both staying with Ashton, because he knew there was no way in hell he’d let them stay alone. She didn’t want to her Leslie, but there was a part of her that wanted to push Avery off the balcony in her room, she wouldn’t go that far, but she could scare the shit out of her.

“Hey Les, you and your friend want to come hang out.” She smiled, holding the door open inviting them in and although she looked perfectly innocent; she was like a spider in a wed. “I could really use a girl’s night.” She pouted.



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"You're wrong babe." she breathed leaning in close as if trying to prove a point but he could practically smell her fear, she was bluffing he knew her better then he knew Aussie and he’d grown up with Aussie. "It definitely is over." She spat and he just laughed as she stood up. She took the drink from the redhead downing it before turning back to him "I'll be right back, keep my seat warm for me?" he nodded as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

He debated going after her, but in the end he stayed where he was. He was going to have plenty of time to play with her. Oliver didn’t play games fast, he like to drag things out torture people as much as he could because that was the best way to break them. He didn’t pay much attention to Rebel when she sat back down next to him. In fact for the rest of the flight he’d practically ignored her. The only thing he’d done was get ridiculously close when he was grabbing something from the flight attendance or leaning across her to talk to someone. Aside from that, he’d kept their conversation to a minimum.

When they’d finally landed Roger and Alex had to rounded them up like a herd of cattle, the two guys weren’t just dealing with their bands they were in charge of the of everyone from the equipment crew to the merch girls. It was a mess, Oliver was glad in the end that all he had to do was get on stage and perform. He didn’t have to manage little details.

Eventually he’d talked Pricilla, The Runaway Merch girl into sleeping with him. She was covered in tattoos and piercings and he very vaguely remembered her as one of their fans that he’d slept with several times when they were Saving Mercy. Only because she’d showed him pictures they’d taken with her. When they were finished he slipped his clothes on and grabbed her arm roughly literally tossing her out of his room. Oliver was cruel and harsh when he was high, there was no stopping him and he’d probably taken too much.

Yet, he still hadn’t taken enough to shake Rebel from his thoughts. He slipped out of his bedroom and managed to find a maid, he’d practically seduced her, until he’d managed to get a master key and then just left her. He called Roger and pretty much forced Rebel’s room number out of him before he was finally standing outside her hotel room. He slipped the key card in and it immediately flashed green. He lit a cigarette as he shut the door behind him. Her room was an exact replica of his, hug and incredible and he could remember a time when she’d been his best kept, dirty little secret.

He could remember when she couldn’t afford a room like this and so he’d pay for her to stay in a room bigger and better than the one he was standing in. There fights were brutal, but they never just had sex, but they made love. When she’d left it had only fucked him up worse than he was. She’d been the only thing he’d ever really cared about, only to hear all he’d ever done was use her and it pissed him off, to the point that he’d started trashing the room without thinking, because he was too high to think clearly. It wasn’t the first time either. When he was finally finished trashing her room he sat down on the bed, running a bloody hand through his hair.

Roger was going to be pissed when he round out about this one. He looked around assessing the damage and it was bad, he was secretly glad Rebel hadn’t been there. He stood up getting ready to leave when the door opened reveling the exact person he’d come there to see in the first place, Rebel.

“Shit.” He breathed holding her eyes.



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The rest of the trip was horrible. Oliver didn't even speak to her, and it was pretty ironic because that's exactly what she'd been hoping for for weeks, was that he'd just ignore her when they finally came in contact. Now, it was making her antsy and throwing her off. The only thing worse than him talking to her, taunting her, and antagonizing her, was him completely ignoring her existence, leaning over her every now and then to grab something a flight attendant handed him, pretending she didn't exist. The tension was agonizing and she honestly wanted to fight with him just for the sake of ending it.

When the plane finally landed, she couldn't get out of there fast enough. It felt good to be away from him for a minute and not have to sit in suffocating silence, wondering if he was going to say or do something, unable to anticipate whatever move he was going to make next. She was glad they had the night to relax because she sure as hell needed it.

The first thing Rebel did was head up to her room, sighing as she sat on the end of the bed and looked around. She'd never thought she'd have to see Oliver again after she left him, but now that she was, being on tour with him again was bringing up so many memories. She'd been so lost when she'd first met him, living in a one-bedroom apartment with some random heroin addict who's last name she couldn't even remember, paying "rent" by fucking him anytime he wanted.

Oliver had done a lot of horrible shit to her, but he'd been right when he said he'd made her. Before him, she'd been lost, confused, gullible, and desperate. He'd payed for her to stay in expensive rooms, wear expensive clothes, and eat expensive food. He'd made her realize how much she loved music, helping her discover and develop her talent, and all the shit he'd put her through had made her strong. Their relationship had been a lot of sex, drugs, and violence, and in the end, she'd just gotten played and her brother had ended up dead, but it hadn't been all bad.

Sitting there, in that hotel room, thinking about him, it was hard not to miss him and she almost got up and went to his room, ready to throw in the towel on the first night, but she couldn't. She couldn't go back to the mess they'd been. He was too much for her and she didn't trust him like she used to. He'd only fuck her up more.

He was the only man who could make her fall to her knees begging and she loved that about him. It was addicting and intoxicating, but she hated it as well, because giving him the power to control her like that, meant she was giving him the power to hurt her and break her heart. After Daniel, she didn't trust him not to. If she went back to him, she'd only feel like shit once the sex ended so she'd pick a fight, he'd beat her and turn it around on her, then she'd beg him back and they'd fall right back into the same violent circle. She refused to start that crap all over again.

So, after a minute of contemplating it, she shot up, knowing the drugs in her system would erase the doubts in her mind and she was right. After shooting up, she didn't want to go back to him, she wanted to forget him completely so she threw her leather jacket on over her tight black dress, straightened her ripped thigh-high tights, darkened the black rings around her eyes, and slipped into a pair of combat boots before heading downstairs to find some guy that would buy her drinks at the hotel's bar.

Dex happened to be down there and she ended up pushing some girl off his lap and taking her place with a wicked smirk, the two of them making out and drinking for a long time before she lead him up to her room. Only when she pushed the door open, she raised her eyebrows because Oliver was standing there and behind him, her room was a total disaster. Already clearly able to see that Oliver was high as hell, Rebel slipped inside and closed the door behind her, leaving Dex out in the hall without even a word, knowing that Oliver would hurt him if she invited him in. It was better if their shit stayed between them.

"Wow Oliver." She spat, rolling her eyes as she flipped on the lights and walked around, careful to walk over broken glass, lighting a cigarette. "You really showed me, huh?" She scoffed, glancing around the room as she turned back to face him. "How'd your little tantrum go Oli? Feel better now? Satisfied with your revenge?" She smirked tauntingly as she took a long drag off her cigarette.



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The flight was hard and it made him realize the tour was going to be impossible. He couldn't even sit across a full airplane from Aussie without feeling wound up, irritated, and on edge the whole time. There was no way in hell they'd be able to work together and pull this fucking tour off. He'd kill her and her stupid boyfriend, there was no doubt about that.

He did his best to distract himself, lecturing Leslie about the dangers of drugs, making out with Avery, popping pill after pill, napping. None of it really worked. Hell, even asleep she'd still managed to sneak into his dreams. After a while, he'd taken so many pills, sitting in the same seat for hours was making him stir crazy and he knew if he didn't release tension, he'd kill someone so he'd pulled Avery off to the tiny bathroom and fucked her for a good hour.

When the flight was finally over, Ash was about ready to blow. He had to get out of there and fast. Tension just wasn't his thing at all. It tended to cause him to completely explode and it had been so incredibly thick the whole flight, it had been like trying to put a lid on a volcano. Now that it was over, he just needed to relax for a while.

Leslie had wanted to explore the hotel so he'd left her with another strict warning about drugs and the kind of people in the hotel, before taking Avery down to the hotel's pool. They spent a while swimming, and then made out in the hot tub for a long time, touching pretty intensely before Leslie had shown up, cutting into what might have turned into sex, but he didn't stop her. Afterall, Avery was Leslie's best friend so he left the two of them to hang out and talk "girl stuff" at the pool, suddenly exhausted.

He slipped upstairs, running into Roger and stopping him, fighting with him fairly loudly in the hallway about the impossibility of the tour lasting very long before finally giving up and slipping into his room, drinking a bottle of vodka until he passed out completely. When he woke, Avery and Leslie were back, laughing, talking, and changing from their swimsuits into normal clothes so he just rolled over and ignored them until he left again, waiting until they were well gone to slip his shoes on and head downstairs.

Maybe, at the hotel's bar, he could find some girl to occupy his time for a few hours. He needed something to do so he wasn't thinking about Aussie constantly and aside from drugs and drinking, both of which he'd already tried, sex was the best solution and he wanted to let Avery and Leslie enjoy their free vacation together. Besides, he really wasn't feeling like trying to make things quick before Leslie showed up. He just wanted to talk some random girl into taking him to her room so he could spend the next hour or so pretending Aussie didn't exist.

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Aussie knew it was a bad idea to invite them in because not only was she high, but she was still extremely pissed off about Avery and Ashton. She wanted to beat the shit out of the girl despite how young she probably was, but all Aussie could think about was the simple fact that Ash was touching Avery and not her and that was enough to have murderous thoughts about the poor girl.

“You got drugs?” Avery asked pulling Aussie from her thoughts and Aussie raised a brow smirking knowing she had them.

“Oh sweetie, I’ve got more than drugs.” She smirked and the two girls shrugged and she was fairly certain at that moment that Avery was pretty oblivious to who she was to Ash.

Once the two of them were inside Aussie shut the door behind them. Grabbing Cameron’s backpack and dumping its contains out onto the bed. There was everything for coke to meth to high doses of painkillers. She let the girls dig through the drugs and pick what they wanted a smirk on her face as she turned her back to the girls and made her way to the her IPhone plugging it into her amp and turning some music on. Nothing would piss Ash off more than introducing his little sister and his girlfriend to the kind of drugs they did, because it wasn’t just coke or heroine it was heavily addicting stuff that if you didn’t know what you were doing would kill you. It was the kind of shit that not even most drug dealer messed with.

She grabbed a bottle of liquor from the mini bar and took a huge swig of it, she had nothing but dark thoughts playing in her mind every time she looked at Avery. “You girls ever have Russian Rolette?” she smirked raising a brow and the girls looked confused. The drug was something her, Cameron, Rebel, and Alex had made up. It was pretty much a mix of dangerous drugs and you just hoped you didn’t take too much of the wrong thing or mix something completely toxic together.

“You know my brother Auss. He doesn’t let me do anything.” Leslie sighed and Aussie winced because she was reminded that she could very well kill her exs little sister and girlfriend and even herself with what she was about to do, but she couldn’t see past her anger to care.

“Yeah, well fuck him.” She smirked as she took another swig of the liquor and made her way over to the bed mixing up the drugs before filling three needles. “Who’s first.” She said looking between the two girls and she could see it all over their face that they’d suddenly realized why it was called Russian Rolette.



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Oliver wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to say to her, there was nothing he could say. She’d do one of two things, she’d laugh because she found his temper tantrum humorous or she’d get pissed and start yelling, either way he knew he shouldn’t have come there at all because it was just going to end in them fighting the seconds she opened her mouth. He watched as she slipped in to the room, he hadn’t missed the guy that was with her that she’d simply left out in the hall.

"Wow Oliver." she spat with a roll of her eyes as she walked around the room, lighting a cigarette. And his body tensed. [b]"You really showed me, huh? How'd your little tantrum go Oli? Feel better now? Satisfied with your revenge?" she scoffed taking in the disaster of the room, before turning back to him.

He was quite for a moment, because he was still high and he knew whatever he said was probably going to hurt her. He wasn’t stupid he knew he’d fucked her up, not that he would ever admit that, because admitting it meant he had to take responsibility for his actions and the fact that he actually loved her which he hadn’t entirely admit to himself. Instead of speaking though he grabbed her upper arm rough enough he knew it’s leave a bruise but he was too high and too pissed to care. He backed her up into the wall.

He held her eyes, refusing to let her look away as he rested a hand on the side of her head and lean in close. Oliver had a way of keeping people on the edge of their seats, keeping people intrigued and guessing what he was going to do next and that was exactly what he was doing with Rebel in that moment. Dragging the silence out between them, his eyes running over her like he was undressing her with his eyes. Oliver’s energy was so intense that no matter how badly you wanted to push him away you didn’t because you had to know what he was going to do.

“That wasn’t revenge sweetheart.” He said darkly bring his eyes back to hers and they were dangerous as a smirk formed on his lips. “Come on hun, you know I’m better than this.” He gestured to the room around them, his voice low and strangely calm. “You know revenge isn’t exactly my thing. Revenge is petty, this was just me blowing off a little steam.” He shrugged, keeping his eyes on hers. “I wasn’t trying to scare you babe, just be glad you weren’t in the room.” He said honestly plucking the cigarette from her between her lips and taking a drag off of it before flicking it away, not caring that it could catch something on fire.

He slipped the hand resting against the wall into her long hair and kissed her hard. Slipping his tongue past her lips forcefully, holding her so tightly she couldn’t pull away, while his other and slipped up her dress rubbing her between her legs, but above her panties. His lips moved from her along her jawline, before he paused at her ear.

“Brings back memories don’t it Kitten.” He taunted, smirking against her skin calling her his nickname that he’d reserved specifically for her and only ever called her when they were alone. He pressed his body tightly against hers continuing to rub her between her legs. “You might be a loaded gun around everyone else, but I see right through to the lost girl you still are Rebel.” His voice suddenly getting harsh. “But, I guess this entire thing is pointless, right? You said it yourself babe
were as good as over.” He spat shoving her roughly against the wall before turning and heading towards the door.



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It was silent between them for a while and Rebel wondered what he was going to do. He was high, so odds were, he'd get cruel, manipulative, and violent. Hell, he'd completely trashed her room. If she'd been in it when he showed up, he'd probably have taken his frustration out on her too. Still, even seeing the mess around her, she only smirked as she watched him. Seeing him angry and frustrated was a thousand times better then the cold indifference he'd shown her on the plane. At least this way she knew she made him feel something. Even if it was rage, something was always better than nothing.

After a moment, he reached out and grabbed her arm so tightly she winced because it hurt, allowing him to back her up against the wall, mostly just because she was curious about what he was going to say. Only he didn't speak. Just let his body hover tantalizingly close to hers as his eyes ran up and down, mentally undressing her in a way that made her feel like a rabbit being hunted by a wolf. Her heart was pounding already and he hadn't even touched her yet, merely drawn the moment out.

“That wasn’t revenge sweetheart. Come on hun, you know I’m better than this.” Oliver finally said, bringing his eyes back to hers and smirking dangerously. “You know revenge isn’t exactly my thing. Revenge is petty, this was just me blowing off a little steam. I wasn’t trying to scare you babe, just be glad you weren’t in the room.” He said before stealing her cigarette, taking a drag, and tossing it away, making her jaw clench.

The hand that was on the wall next to her head boxing her in slipped into her hair and her whole body tensed, knowing instantly what was coming. He brought his lips down on hers, kissing her so forcefully, it was like he was demanding she kiss him back, holding her so tightly, she knew there was no getting away from him. The kiss set everything inside her on fire. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking about his lips since the kiss at photoshoot. He was like a drug, completely consuming her.

The hand not in her hair slipped under her dress then and started rubbing between her legs as he kissed her. He rubbed her over her panties, making her crazy, dying to feel his skin touching hers and she couldn't help it. Despite how pissed she was, his touch made her head spin so her body relaxed and she let out a moan, tilting her head back as his lips started to trace her jaw. Suddenly, she couldn't think clearly enough to push him off even if she knew she should. It had been so long since he'd touched her, it was like giving a drink to a sober alcoholic. They could never stop after just one.

“Brings back memories don’t it Kitten.” He taunted, breath in her ear, making her shiver. Just him using that nickname and taunting tone brought back memories of hot, incredible sex. Oliver leaned his body against hers, making her knees weak as she instinctively arched her hips into his touch and moaned again without really thinking. “You might be a loaded gun around everyone else, but I see right through to the lost girl you still are Rebel.” He said cruelly and she but her lip. “But, I guess this entire thing is pointless, right? You said it yourself babe
we're as good as over.” He spat before shoving her roughly into the wall and turning to leave.

Rebel's head was telling her to just let him go. She knew if he stayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from fucking him. Her reaction to his touch had been proof enough of that. She couldn't control herself around him and that was risky. She should just let him go.

Still, her whole body was telling her to make him say. She was tingling from head to toe and, even though she knew nothing good would come out of it, she wanted more. She wanted to have hot, angry second then, in the morning, pretend nothing happened, like she didn't care. It'd piss him off and that was exactly what she wanted. The problem was she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop after one night. She'd be addicted and unable to stop going back to him, melting at every word he said all over again.

In the end, Rebel just smirked wickedly. "That's it?" She spat before crossing the room and grabbing his wrist, spinning him to face her with a dark grin. She stepped in close so her body was centimeters from his as she slid her fingers teasingly along his waistline. "You're not even going to hit me or yell, just taunt me a little?" Rebel smirked, lips hovering near his before slipping the hand tracing his waistline into his jeans.

"Two can play at this game baby." She breathed, leaning her body against his as she stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his jaw, letting her lips linger for a long moment. "It's going to take a lot more then that to break me." She breathed darkly against his skin. Finally, she pulled away, pulling her hand from his jeans and smirking wickedly up at him as she took a step back. "Get out of my room Oliver." She spat, knowing he hated being told what to do and he probably wouldn't take it well, seeing as she'd just teased him right back and he like to be the one who had control and did all the teasing.



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Down at the bar, Ash did several shots before starting up a conversation with the brunette sitting next to him, finding out quickly that she was an heiress. Her father owned half the resorts in the city, she was spoiled rotten, and had never worked a day in her life. Ash had her in the bathroom taking her clothes off in less then an hour.

When they were done he went back to the bar and did several more shots before he was good and drunk and knew exactly what he wanted to do, regardless of how bad of an idea it was. Find Aussie and talk her into bed with him. He just couldn't get her touch out if his head, especially now, being on tour with her. He knew it was a bad idea to fuck her. They'd both get addicted before it was over and it'd be an addiction neither of them could break. It's be far from casual sex, but he didn't care. He hadn't been with her in two years and after seeing her with Cameron on the plane, he just wanted her back. At least for one night.

He made his way upstairs, towards where he knew her room was. He didn't know the exact number, Roger refused to tell him, but he figured he might be able to find it if he walked down the hall he'd seen her go down earlier. Maybe he'd hear her voice inside or something so he sighed and walked slowly down the hall, stopping at one of the doors, knitting his eyebrows.

He could swear he was hearing Avery and Leslie's voices, but he wasn't sure at first. He was pretty drunk. Then he hear Aussies and his jaw clenched. Fuck. It was them and they were in Aussie's room. Aussie had loved Leslie back when they were together so, if it was just her, he doubted she'd do anything to hurt her, but since Avery was in there too, things were different.

To Aussie, whatever they were doing wasn't about taking Leslie down, it was about getting Avery out of the picture. Leslie would just be collateral damage if she got hurt. Dammit. Ash started banging loudly, hoping he'd gotten there before anything happened. Odds were, Aussie was in there beating Avery up, or trying to get her to O.D on something. She could kill her or his little sister.

"Open this fucking door Aussie." Ash commanded through the door, hoping things were ok. It was only the first night and already he might have to rush his little sister off to the hospital. Great. Yet another reason that nothing about this tour had been a good idea. The publicity wasn't worth it if it came at the cost of lives. Specifically, his sister's

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For the most part Aussie was the nice one out of the four of them and most people would mistake her pretty face and sweet demeanor with her fans as being innocent. However people who actually knew Aussie, like Rebel, Ash, or Oli knew she was almost exactly like Oli when she wanted to be, because Oli had turned taught her everything. Only unlike Oli, Aussie had a thing for getting revenge and sometimes taking it to extreme. Aussie wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing it, because no matter how badly she wanted Ash back, it just couldn’t happen, they were to uncontrollable together, too dangerous and she knew that, but she also couldn’t stand the thought of him replacing her with a younger model of herself.

Then she’d decided that’s exactly what she was doing it for, to keep them apart. If Ashton had a soft spot for anything it was his little sister. Ash would never forgive her if something happened to Leslie and that’s when Aussie realized it was more than being jealous, it was the fact that if he hated her, when she got weak and begged for him back, he wouldn’t give in. It was fucked up and twisted in the worst way, but somehow it made sense. She shot up Avery first, then Leslie, and then herself.

What she’d given Avery and Leslie, clearly wasn’t as strong as whatever she’d gotten. Aussie was high as fuck, she couldn’t think clearly, but thankfully whatever she’d taken had made her forget Ash and she was grateful for that. She finished off the bottle of liquor tossing it away as she went on to the balcony and lit a cigarette, debating jumping off the balcony all together. She heard a loud bang on the door, but she didn’t register that it was Ash’s voice because she was too focused on the music and the nicotine from the cigarette.

“Aussie, someone’s at the door!” Leslie laughed, it was clear just by her voice that what Aussie had given her fucked her up and Aussie just smirked wickedly.

“Yeah, I’ll get it lazy ass.” She smirked making her way through the room and towards the door, opening it to revel Ash, she raised a brow, leaning in the door way, so he couldn’t see what was going on. She blew a cloud of smoke in his face. “Sorry Babe, girls only, no dicks allowed.” She said prepared to shut the door in his face.



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Before she’d even said anything Oliver knew he had her hooked on fighting back. The two of them could really only function when they were fighting with each other and no matter how much they denied it they loved pissing each other off. "That's it?" she spat and he smirked as she spun him around to face her. She stepped close and he wrapped his arm around her waist out of habit as she slid her fingers along his waistline and he groaned, because it felt so natural, like no time at all had passed. "You're not even going to hit me or yell, just taunt me a little?"

Her lips were close enough that all he had to do was move a few centimeters and their lips would be touching and he was tempted to do it. Her hand slipped into his jeans and he smirked wickedly, He knew she was fucking with him and he loved her for that, loved that she didn’t roll over and take his shit like everyone else. She’d loose to him, eventually she’d give in and they both knew that, because Oliver had yet to meet someone he couldn’t talk in to bed, but he liked that she at least tried to resist him.


"Two can play at this game baby." she breathed, her body lend into his as she lend up pressing her lips to his jaw and letting them linger and he raised a brow, fighting the urge to fuck her right there and not give her a choice. "It's going to take a lot more then that to break me." She breathed against his skin before pulling away. "Get out of my room Oliver.” she spat and before he’d been fine with her playing games, but being ordered around only irritated him.

He reached out wrapping a hand tightly around her neck and spinning her so her back was facing the wall as he slammed her against it, cutting off her breathing. He could snap her neck easily, Oliver was twice her size and that was part of the reason he was so intimidating. He held her eyes as he watched her struggle to breathe showing absolutely no emotion, like the night he’d killed her brother. His eyes were dark, like he was actually going to kill her right there. The fact that Oliver had the power to scare the shot out of people like that was dangerous, because sometimes he took it too far.

“Your so-called games don’t faze me Kitten, because I don’t give a shit about you or anyone else.” He smirked, his words were a lie, but they were so harsh they were believable. “I could break you without even trying, You and I both know that babe.” He hissed. “You’re not as strong as you think Sweetheart, your weak. Your hiding behind this fake bad girl act, but you’re as weak as they come.” He smirked. “And I’ll prove it.” He said before kissing her hard, releasing his grip on her neck and pinning her body to the wall with his own. He slipped off her dress quickly before grabbing her arms and pinning them tightly above her head, while his free hand slipped past her panties, rubbing between her legs roughly.

He wasn’t giving her a choice to pull away, because he knew he well enough to know that she liked it rough and she liked it even more when he was controlling and forceful. His lips moved along her jaw and down her neck before he pulled away and lifted her up carrying her over to the bed and tossing her down wasting no time to crawl over her. He pinned her arms over her head, tightly.

“Tell me to stop, now.” He breathe he breathed against her lips. “Prove me wrong.” His voice was bitter, yet there was a hint of pain in his voice, like there was a small part of him hoping that she was strong enough to resist him this time, because he truly loved her and he was so sick of hurting her.



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Rebel could tell she'd pissed him off, which only made her smirk. He was dangerous to piss off, and after watching him murder her brother and the multiple scars he'd left on her, she knew she should be afraid of him but she wasn't. It wasn't that she doubted he'd hurt her, she knew he would because he had before. She was just super fucked up. She liked getting him worked up and pissed because it was really the only time she could get him to express any feeling towards her at all. He was so good at blocking her out emotionally that she felt like she didn't mean shit to him. To him, she was nothing more than an amusing pastime, but at least when he fought with her, he showed some real anger. No one got that dark and bitter over someone who meant nothing to them.

Before she had a chance to kick him out completely, he reached out and grabbed her so quickly, she dropped her cigarette as he spun her around and slammed her into the wall by her neck, making her wince in pain as a bolt of fire shot up her spine. His hand was so tight around her throat, she couldn't breathe and, even if she didn't want to look weak, she couldn't help it, she struggled for air, hand reaching up and grabbing his wrist, trying unsuccessfully to pull his grip off her. His eyes were terrifyingly cold and for a second, she thought he'd strangle her to death right there while he held her eyes. It was worse then the pain in her lungs, knowing he could stare her right in the face as he killed her, probably feeling nothing.

“Your so-called games don’t faze me Kitten, because I don’t give a shit about you or anyone else.” He smirked, words cruel and she shivered when he called her kitten again, but didn't doubt his words for a second. “I could break you without even trying, You and I both know that babe. You’re not as strong as you think Sweetheart, your weak. Your hiding behind this fake bad girl act, but you’re as weak as they come.” He smirked and she hated him for being her weakness. Why, of everyone on the planet, did she have to be so weak to Oliver, who pretty much relished in her weakness for him but felt none for her back?

“And I’ll prove it.” He said as he brought his lips down on hers hard and let go of her throat. Her lungs burned as she was able to breathe again, the sudden rush of air making her kiss desperate and gasping as she kissed him back just as hard. He'd nearly strangled her to death, but she couldn't help herself. His lips tasted like pure fire and she just couldn't get enough. His body pressed hard against hers, pinning her to the wall and she moaned softly, loving the way their bodies felt against each other.

Rebel knew she should stop him as he pulled her dress off, but she couldn't. It had been so long since she'd felt his hands on her skin and she was dying for that feeling again. She knew, the second his bare skin touched hers she'd be lost, there'd be no stopping him, but she needed to feel it. At least one more time. In the morning they could go back to hating each other. He pulled her arms over her head and pinned them there, making her head spin at the forcefulness of it all. Like he wasn't taking no for an answer. Any other girl might be afraid, but she wasn't. She liked it when he was rough and demanding, it made her heart pound rapidly in her chest.

Finally, his hand slipped into her panties and he started to rub her roughly, causing her to let out short, desperate moans, arching her hips against his touch. Now she was gone. There was no way in hell she could stop him. For that night at least, she was his again and she'd do anything he asked, just because the way he was touching her made her knees weak.

Oliver kissed her jaw and neck, but she wasn't too focused on his lips. She had her head tilted back against the wall behind her, moaning and enjoying his touch before he pulled away and she only had half a second to wonder why before he carried her over to the bed and threw her down onto it, climbing quickly over her. She reached out to undo his jeans, desperate at this point, but instead, he pinned he arms down over her head, making her moan desperately against his lips.

“Tell me to stop, now.” He breathed against her lips like he was testing her and Rebel hated herself for not being able to get the word stop to come to her lips. “Prove me wrong.” He said bitterly, almost like he wanted her to do it and honestly, Rebel wanted to too. She wanted to push him off and show him she was strong and could live without him, but the word caught in her throat and she couldn't get it out. She just wanted him to fuck her and she hated herself that, after everything he'd done to her, all it had taken were a few kisses and touches and she'd melted like butter in his hands all over again. He'd walk all over her now.

"I can't." She managed to breathe, words coming out weak but frustrated. "I don't want you to stop." She mumbled against his lips as she started to kiss him hard, slipping her tongue past his lips, arching her back to bring her body up against his before smirking, pulling her arms from his grip, slipping off his shirt, and flipping them swiftly. Rebel leaned down over him slowly, running her hands up his chest as she brought her lips down on his collar and started to trail quick hot kisses down his chest and abs, her whole body tingling from being with him again after so long.

"I make no promises for tomorrow." She breathed as she made her way back up to his lips, hovering over him teasingly with a smirk. "But tonight, I'm yours." She breathed before bringing her lips down on his hard. "Now fuck the hell out of me." She demanded against his lips with a wicked grin, knowing he hated to be ordered around and it'd only piss him off, but she liked that because it'd make him rougher. Angry sex that left bruises was the best kind of sex. Especially with him. He did things to her no one else ever had and it was part of the reason she just couldn't shake him.



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Ash's jaw clenched when he heard Leslie's voice. The exact words were muffled through the door, but she'd shouted and laughed, making his whole body tense, knowing that it was highly unlikely they were all sitting a around braiding each other's hair and talking about celebrities. Drinking, cigarettes, and maybe some weed, he could handle, but if Aussie had gotten his baby sister seriously high, he was liable to kill her.

Finally, the door swung open, revealing a smug and very high Aussie that set his body on edge instantly. “Sorry Babe, girls only, no dicks allowed.” She said, leaning in a way that blocked his view of the room and Ash just rolled his eyes. He heard Leslie laughing loudly and shoved Aussie roughly out of the way, pushing into the room.

On the bed, Avery and Leslie were laying on their backs enjoying what looked like a pretty intense high, making his jaw and fists clench tightly. Avery, he wasn't as worried about. Her brothers were fucking drug lords, she'd probably been getting high since before she could talk, and on really potent shit too. Leslie was different. He'd done everything he could humanly possible in his life to shelter her from drugs. There were only a handful of occasions he'd slipped up and nothing she'd ever been exposed to had been that strong.

He'd been careful to keep her away from drugs. He'd been letting her drink, smoke, and have sex since she was fourteen, but she knew, with him, his only line was drawn at anything more powerful than a little weed. He couldn't risk her getting addicted. It wasn't the kind of life he wanted for her, running around with the celebrities always coming and going from her life through him, getting so high at parties, while weeks started to go missing from her memory. Leslie had an addictive personality. She'd always fallen in love with people and things too easily and he was afraid drugs might wind up being her next love. He could lose her to them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Aussie?!" Ash shouted, whirling on her, reaching out and grabbing her throat, slamming her back so hard into the wall, he was shocked he hadn't broken her spine. "They're seventeen. She's my fucking sister." He shook his head, the look in his eyes dangerously murderous. "Fuck Aussie, she admires the shit out of you. She looks up to you and you fucking know better. She'll get hooked faster then you can blink." He spat angrily, grip on her throat tightening, constricting her air. He wasn't a killer, he'd spent a lot of time trying to forget that part of his past, but if there was anyone he'd start killing again for, it was Leslie. "This is low. Even for you." He hissed harshly, anger and rage hardly contained but frowning worse by the second.