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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 6:59 am
lol, yeah. poor Dero never would have won that game anyway... twisted i might write the next chappie this afternoon *crosses fingers*
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:40 am
Filler Chapter...contains some funny stuff, but also ties things up for the start of Chapter 4 which will come soon!
Chapter 3:Trip of a lifetime and Airport Antics
“Hey buddy, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad about us walking in on you.” Flux said to Dero as he emerged out of the bathroom (yet again) clothed.
“Yeah, If I were you Dero, I would have done her right there, no questions asked.” Crap continued. Dero just shot them both a ‘shut the ******** up before I kill you’ look and started to pack his things for the trip back home. After a few minutes of Dero shoving various pieces of clothing in his suitcase, Crap decided to break the silence.
“ Do you remember Marta from the band Die Happy?” he asked, tossing a pair of socks at Dero.
“Yeah, why?” Dero asked curiously as he caught the crumpled footwear.
“Well, it seems that she wants to join us when we make the video for Traeumst Du, since ya know, she did sing with us on it.” Crap continued.
Dero shrugged, and said “Sure, why not.”
“Then it’s settled, I’ll call her manager and we’ll set up the meeting.” Flux chirped whipping out his cell and dialing the number.
Just as Dero closed his suitcase and set it by the door, Crap whispered’” Why don’t you call your girlfriend and have her come with us.”
Dero sputtered, “She’s not my girlfriend, and do you think she’d want to go?”
Crap smiled and replied, “okay, mister ‘im gonna get in the fan girls pants just because I can’, If some random girl came up to me, provided she doesn’t have diseases, and wanted to sleep with me, hell yeah I’d call her back and invite her to go.” This response was rewarded by a swift smack to the back of Crap’s skull.
“ow…what the hell was that for?” he asked as he rubbed the back of his head.
Dero just rolled his eyes and said, “THAT was for the comment you made, dumb a**…and besides I did plan on calling her back, what kind of guy to you think I am?”
“well, you didn’t have to hit me…”Crap grumbled as he headed out the door.
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As soon as Adalia walked in to her apartment, her cell rang. She looked at the number, she didn’t recognize it so she wasn’t quite sure she should answer it, but something told her ‘do it…pick it up’.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Is Adalia there?” a voice asked.
“this is her.” she said, still not sure who she was talking to.
“Hey, it’s Dero.” He replied. “um, the guys and I …I mean, I was wondering if you wanted to go with us tonight…back to Germany for awhile.”
“Oh Hi… um…oh my god…yeah, that’d be so cool. They really want me to go with you…after ya know...” She said trailing off.
Dero chuckled, and said “yeah, they seem to like you and they invited you to go with us. So, we’ll pick you up in an hour or so…depending on how long it takes us to get to your house, of course.”
“okay.” Adalia finished as she gave him directions to her house. Turning the phone off, she clutched it to her chest, taking a few minutes to absorb all the information that she had just received. Moments later she gave out a small fan girl squeal and ran off to find her suitcase, and when she did shoved a little of everything inside it.
“…toothbrush, check. Clothes…check. Money, definitely a must…check. Okay seems like I have everything I need. Deutschland, hier Ich komme!” Just then a knock was heard at the door and she ran downstairs to answer it.
“Hi!” Adalia said as she flung open the door and hugged the person standing outside.
Dero stumbled back slightly as she hugged him. He replied nervously “hi, um we’re here.”
She laughed, “I know…I can see that. I’ll just run upstairs and get my suitcase.”
“Here, let me help you, I have to talk to you alone anyway.” Dero said as he followed her inside.
Once upstairs he continued, “Seeing as how you’re going with us, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me…because the sleeping together thing would get awkward if we weren’t and it’d get weird and…”
Adalia kissed him, then said “you’re so cute when you’re flustered and rambling on about stuff.”
Slightly taken aback, Dero said, “um…okay. I guess it’s settled then.”
Grabbing the suitcase in one hand and Dero’s hand in the other, Adalia said, ”Let’s not keep the boys waiting…let’s go.”
The limo ride to the airport was quite uneventful, aside from the fact that Crap kept hitting on Adalia, and Dero would then hit Crap then Flux would have to break them up.
The airport was an even bigger fiasco, because One: fan girls would flock around them, asking for autograph (which would occasionally be signed by Dero), a few would be beaten out of the way with a suitcase (by Crap) or totally dodged for fear that they had cooties (by Flux) and Two: the plane was on a 2 hour delay, and when things are late boredom ensues.
Sitting next to Dero in an uncomfortable chair, Adalia waited and watched Crap and Flux run amok in the terminal. Crap had found it fun to steal one of the carts that the airport staff rides ,and cruised it around until he was caught by the airport polizei, which he was not happy about. Adalia couldn’t help but laugh as he was escorted over next to her, and was told to sit and not to move. Flux on the other hand, was pacing around mumbling something fan girls trying to rape him on the way to the bathroom, where he then decided to totally wrap himself from head to toe in toilet paper.
Adalia soon asked Dero, “do they normally act like this?”
Dero nodded, then replied “Yep, and twice on Tuesdays.”
"Um...it IS Tuesday." She said.
"oh, well i guess it is." Dero said nonchalantly.
Finally, they were called to board the plane, which they did with enthusiasm.
The plane ride was just as crazy as the airport wait had been. During the 5 hour flight, Crap had managed to drink 15 Smirnoffs, 3 scotches and a Long Island Iced Tea, then preceded to sing “My Humps” very loudly and Flux just kind of stared out the window, mumbling gibberish. Adalia wasn’t quite sure how Dero put up with this all the time, but she knew that they were already driving her mad. She looked at him, with annoyance in her eyes. Dero nodded, he was getting irritated too.
“Hey, will you shut the hell up…no wonder you’re the guitarist, you can’t sing!” Dero yelled.
Crap just scowled and said nothing as he grabbed a magazine and flipped through it. Minutes later, they were told that they would be landing soon. This German airport was much more subdued than the other one they were in. As they waited to grab their luggage from the carousel a woman came up to the boys and gave them all hugs, then she turned to Adalia and introduced herself, “Hallo, Ich bin Marta.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 3:50 pm
Haha, that has to be the funniest chapter.
"No wonder you're the guitarist, you can't sing!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:19 pm
4laugh why thank you...i thought it was funny too. at least someone is reading them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:23 pm
blah....Marta! *sticks finger down throat*
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 6:02 pm
Alright...I admit it...I was one of those fangirls attempting to rape Flux. But it wasn't my fault!! I swear the shine of his bald head spoke to me...it told me that I wanted to do it...
xd I laughed out loud when I got to the part about Crap singing "My Humps".
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 7:20 pm
SparrowWriter Alright...I admit it...I was one of those fangirls attempting to rape Flux. But it wasn't my fault!! I swear the shine of his bald head spoke to me...it told me that I wanted to do it... xd I laughed out loud when I got to the part about Crap singing "My Humps".
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 11:00 am
Sorry for such a short chapter, but here you go...um this one is rated PG 13, because of some language...and Marta Ego bashing which is really fun to do twisted so ta-da...Chapter 4 Wrath...
Chapter 4: Wrath
"Hallo, Marta. Um, sprechen Sie englisch?" Adalia asked, as she noticed Marta's 'interesting' taste in clothes...or lack thereof.
"Oh, why yes I do." Marta replied, with a smile, which seemed all too fake; just like the rest of her.
“That’s good.” Adalia said, as she wrapped an arm around Dero’s waist, as if saying ‘don’t even think about it.’ “So,” she continued, “what’s on the agenda…seeing as how you are the tour guide, right? “
Crap, Dero and Flux kind of stared at Adalia, for making that rather rude, albeit funny comment about Marta, who just gave another fake and forced smile then replied in a sugary sweet (like 15 cups of sugar in your coffee) voice that you would use on a small child, “Actually Dear, I’m the lead singer from Die Happy, and I was featured on the remake of ‘Träumst Du’.”
“Oh…that’s right…you’re the one with the voice that sounds like it could cause ear rapage…I like the older one better.” Adalia quipped as Marta frowned at the answer she recieved. Dero just cleared his throat loudly, then said as he hastily grabbed their luggage, “Why don’t we grab our bags and just head to the hotel, huh? Besides, we a big day tomorrow with the video shoot and all and we will need our rest. Right, guys?” Crap and Flux nodded then grabbed their things as well. “Goodbye Marta!” They called over their shoulders, as the woman could be seen muttering something under her breath.
“Boy,what a charming woman, that Marta.” Adalia said sarcastically as the piled her belongings in the trunk of the car.
Dero was not happy as he sputtered, “Do you even know who she is?”
Adalia said truthfully, “Of course I know who she is.” then her voice became upset as she slammed her bag on top of her other one and continued, “Did you see the way she spoke and looked at me? I’m NOT ******** five years old, Dero. And I’m NOT your little sister, I’m you’re girlfriend…she had absolutely no right to speak to me like that!”
He sighed then nodded, knowing that she was right. “I know, I know.” He said pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry, I’ll talk to her tomorrow before the video shoot.”
“Fine.” Adalia mumbled into his chest.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Dero asked playfully.
“I said ‘fine’.” Adalia repeated as she looked at him.
“Okay…now let’s get to the hotel and check our hotel room.” He suggested, smiling deviously.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 11:36 am
Chapter 5: Envy
The hotel was beautiful, as soon as they all walked through the lobby doors, Adalia knew she was going to enjoy her stay. From the bellboy to the receptionist, they all had a very soothing ‘we want you to be here’ attitude; something which American hotel workers usually didn’t have. The hotel room itself, actually looked like a small American apartment, which was something else she couldn’t believe. The bed’s sheets were burgundy and on the nightstand stood a small bowl of chocolate. In the corner stood a small kitchen, complete with a sink, fridge and dining area.
“This is so cool.” Adalia whispered in awe, as she set her suitcases on the bed and started removing her clothes from inside.
“You don’t get out much, do you?” Dero asked with a smirk, as he set his jacket on the couch.
She punched him playfully in the arm, and said “Shut up, I’ve never seen anything like this before that’s all.”
Dero just rubbed his arm and said in mock sadness, “That hurt.”
Adalia scoffed and pushed him backwards on the bed, knocking over the clothes that were piled on there, on to the floor, then straddled his jean clad hips. “You’re such a baby.” She said, kissing him.
“Oh really?” he asked as he cocked an eyebrow and began tickling her. Adalia tried protesting, but it was no use as she collapsed in a fit of giggles on the other side of him.
“oh my, how the tables have turned.” Dero said as he began kissing her neck and licking her collarbone.
“Don’t…you have…a video shoot…to go to?” Adalia gasped.
“Yeah, but so what?” he replied.
Adalia placed her hands on the side of his head and forced him to stop mid lick, making him look at her. “Go.” She said sternly as Dero stared at her, tongue hanging out. “I’ll be here, putting our stuff away and waiting for you.”
Dero sighed, placed his head on her chest and pretended to be asleep.
She rolled her eyes, and ran her fingers through his spiked dark locks, then said, “I know you’re not sleeping…because I’m sure you don’t sleep with your a** in the air.”
He didn’t move.
“Come on Dero, move your fat a**.” She continued, shaking his tattoo covered shoulders.
That sparked some life into him as he looked up at her and whined, “My a** is not fat.”
“I know…I was kidding…ya know, a joke.” She said smiling.
“ha ha.” he replied sarcastically, then asked, “are you sure you’re going to be here?”
“of course…and YOU better come back too, that way you can convince me that you can finish what you start, so far I‘m not so sure” She said winking. “Now go on!” Adalia continued, as she pushed him.
“Okay, I’ll go” He said as he kissed her, then got up and headed towards the door, grabbing his coat on the way out. “see ya later then.” was all he said as left.
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The video shoot had gone rather smoothly, seeing as how there were a bunch of kids, a wanking janitor and one huge boob involved. Moments later after the video had wrapped they received a phone call, inviting them to a festival where they would sing their new song. Dero was okay with the idea, and Crap and Flux were enthralled, while Marta sat in her make up chair, staring at her 2 inch red-painted talon like nails, and smoothing out her hair. Dero just rolled his eyes, he was glad Adalia wasn’t that high maintenance, because it’d probably drive him crazy. Grabbing his cell phone he dialed her number, but it went straight to voicemail, so he left a message stating that they were going to be on TV and for her not to worry, he’d be back after the show. Now he had to figure out what to wear…
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After putting all the clothes away, Adalia decided it was time for a shower. Grabbing one of Dero’s t-shirts, her sparkly heart flannel pajamas and clean undergarments, she headed towards the bathroom. The hot water was amazing, and she wished Dero was there to enjoy it with her. As she lathered her peppermint smelling shampoo through her hair, she thought of the Feiber video, where Dero was standing outside that woman’s shower with that crazy a** grin on his face. Adalia just shook her head and giggled. ‘trying to get that image out of my head, will take some work.’ she thought to herself as she rinsed the shampoo out and worked in the coconut conditioner. 20 minutes later she was finished and headed out towards the mini fridge, when she noticed that she forgot to bring her phone in with her in the bathroom. Picking it up she checked the screen, it read ‘one missed call’. Pushing the button, it called voicemail relaying the message that Dero had left her. ‘Wow, that was quick…a show already promoting the new single.’ Adalia thought as she tossed the phone on the bed, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and turned on the TV.
Sitting on the bed Indian style, she flipped through the channels. ‘news, news, kid show, porn, cooking channel, animals doing stupid things, do it yourself show, talk show’ Adalia said as she tapped ‘channel up’ button. Finally after a few minutes of searching she found a good movie, which she recognized as ‘The Boondock Saints’. Seeing as how many times she’d seen it, it didn’t matter that it was dubbed in German., besides she enjoyed Connor and Murphy’s German voices…they were hot. As always, she laughed when the cat got splattered on the wall, cried when they were cauterizing their wounds with the iron, and sobbed when Rocko was killed. When that was over, it was almost 8:30...‘time to watch the boys and hoe-bag perform.’ she thought, changing the channel to a local station.
‘Their performance is very good, I’m sure they’ll win.’ Adalia said out loud as she watched, moments later thought she was left speechless as she saw Dero swipe his tongue across Marta’s neck and nuzzle her ear. For a second, she was quite envious of that skimpy clothed wench, but that feeling was soon overtaken by anger and doubt.
As the show ended and the winner announced, Adalia stared at the television unblinking, as tears started to form in her eyes. “How could he do that?” she whispered, still staring hard at the glass and metal box. Sniffing, she clicked off the tv, turned off the lamp and crawled under the blankets, then started a staring contest with the ceiling as tears continued to run down her cheeks.
Around 12:30, Adalia heard the door unlock and then shuffling around as Dero made his way over, laid next to her on the bed, then leaned over to kiss her. Adalia just scoffed and turned around, with her back towards him.
“What’s wrong?” Dero asked, furrowing his brow and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Nothing.” She replied sharply.
“did you see our performance tonight?” He asked.
“Yep.” she said just as sharply as before, “Just as I saw what you did on the stage to her.”
“Listen, I didn’t plan that with her, I swear.” Dero said softly.
“Yeah, I’m sure you didn’t say ‘Marta, come here so I can lick the side of your ******** face so my girlfriend can see it.’ I’m sure that’s exactly what happened.” She continued, as she started to cry again.
Placing an arm around her waist he explained, “I was thinking of you the whole time, I just wanted you to see it. You know, to anticipate it. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you. I’d never want to do that, ever.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was trying to take you away from me.” Adalia said, gazing out the window.
“Even if my life depended on it, and she was the last woman on earth, I’d never procreate with her.” he stated matter-of-factly. “But you,” he whispered, as he repeated his action like he had done to Marta, “I’d look forward to it every time.”
Dero’s hot tongue on her neck made her shiver, and what he said made her smile.
“Really?” she asked, finally turning back over to face him.
“yep.” He nodded, tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear. “now, if you don’t mind I’m going to finish what I started earlier.” Dero continued as he eyed her fully clothed body and smiled. “But those I’m afraid are going to have to be removed.”
Adalia nodded as she started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, “I guess so.”
Dero stopped her, “I don’t think so. Let me do it. I‘m going to take my time and do it right.”
“There’s a wrong way to do it?” She asked.
“No, I just want you to enjoy it…so I’ll do all the work” He explained, as he undid all the buttons.
“Okay then.” she chuckled, as he removed the rest of her clothes. Now naked she asked, “what about yours? Do I get to remove them?”
“Not so fast. Just let me look at you.” He said, taking a step back from the bed. Adalia watched him stare at her, as his breathing was getting faster and he closed his eyes.
“so, shall I do the honors?” She asked as she crawled to the edge of the bed, knocking him out of his reverie. Dero just nodded. His jacket was the first thing to go, followed by his belt and shirt. Adalia made her way behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and undid his pants, as she planted kissed along his back It was quite obvious that he was more than ready. She smiled, he was wearing his ‘lucky leopard print boxers’ or so he called them… ‘but how can they be lucky? Has he ever gotten lucky in them?’ she wondered. “I’ll leave the rest up to you.” Adalia said, returning back to the bed. In a flash of spots, his boxers were removed and tossed on the floor with the rest of his clothes, as he also returned to the bed, and began with slow and wet methodically placed kisses. “Now, we’re definitely getting somewhere.” she breathed against his skin.
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now, i'm sure you can use you dirty minds to figure what comes next! twisted anyways...R&R please.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:49 pm
I love how you worked in the BuViSoCo! biggrin
and lol @ the lucky leopard print boxers! And at the image of Dero sleeping with his butt in the air! xd
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:52 pm
lol...thanks!...i think that ' The video shoot had gone rather smoothly, seeing as how there were a bunch of kids, a wanking janitor and one huge boob involved.' is my favorite quote...and this one, ...‘time to watch the boys and hoe-bag perform.’
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 2:55 pm
i love picking on Marta. it makes me happy ^____^
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:38 am
This is a look into Adalia's mind while her and Dero are making love...we'll know how she truly feels. I borrowed the english lyrics from Eisbrecher.
Chapter 6: Question
Give me your smile
with tears in your face
Lead me out
of the dark into the light
You let me feel your warmth
You touch me intimately
You look behind my mask
You get under my skin
Tell me —
When you look at me like that
With so much feeling, you make me feel so wanted
But do you truly know me and who I am?
Do you see me – do you feel me
Where do you live – do you understand
What are you looking for
Why did you choose me? Was it something I said or did?
What makes me different from the others?
Then you whisper ‘I love you.’
And I wonder ‘is it just for moments like this…as we are now? Or forever?
Why do you love me
Why do you lie in my arms
Come on, say it already
Why do you love me
Why do you remain on my side
Come on, tell me
why don't you go
I’ve accused you of things, I know you’d never do…
Others would have already left me by now, but you are different
You came back to me…and I’m glad.
Close your eyes
Tell me what you feel
I have no more fear
when I know
that you're leading me
You cover me up
tenderly with yourself
without a sound
You bury yourself deep within me
You get under my skin
Your sighs and moans reverberate in my soul
And again you say, ‘I love you’
But I still want to know…
Why you still love me
now like on the first day
Why you forgive of all my sins
Why you still understand me
I know that you still
believe in me
I don't know why you still trust me
Tell me why you don't go
It’s true, the first time we met I didn’t want a relationship
I didn’t really want anything…just bragging rights I guess.
But now I realize, as you repeat those three words…maybe you do love me.
Say why you love me
Why do you still believe in me
Say why you need me
Tonight, I will know how you truly feel.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 12:27 pm
*waits patiently for more readers* geez, i need a life crying
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