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Love Song -- Part 4 Ok, I promised this next part would be better, and *I* think it is, but pleeeaseee feel free to tell me what you think. -------- Title: 'Love Song' pt.3 Author: Meghan Rating: PG-13//R, somehwere in between. There's a lot more swearing, and more sexual references, but it's still pretty tame. Disclaimer: Not bothering with it anymore.. -------- Brian walked down to a small coffee house about 3 blocks from the hotel. His head swam with thoughts and worries and confusion. It was a cold morning, he could see his breath lingering in front of him. He entered the shop and sat down in a booth in the corner and lit a cigarette. A waitress came up to him. "You're in the nonsmoking section, sir," she said. "Well, fuck me, am I?" Brian smirked. "I'm going to have to ask you to move," she repeated "Make me." "Sir..." "Yes?" "I don't want to have to call management..." "Bitch, bitch, bitch. I'll move when I'm good and ready." "I'm not in the mood to fight with customers this early." "Well, sweet thing, I'm not in the mood to move. No one's here except for me, anyway!" Brian snapped. "Sir, I'll ask you once more. Please move..." "Yanno what? I'm in a FUCKING BAD MOOD," Brian hissed. "So am I! Fuckin' hell, will you just move your sorry ass across the room?" the waitress hissed back. "Bitch..." Brian muttered. Brian looked at the waitress closely. She looked no older than 20. And there were small tears lingering in the corners of her eyes. Brian immediately regretted arguing with her. He didn't have a good reason to take out his anger on her. She turned to walk away, but Brian called back. "Wait...wait, I'm sorry," Brian said. "My ass," the waitress scoffed. "No, really. Would it help at all if I left a massive tip?" Brian smiled. "Well, in that case... what would you like?" "An espresso, please." Brian thought for a moment. He felt a strange connection to the waitress suddenly, it was just something about her. He wanted to talk to her, he knew that much, and in a lapse of judgment, asked, "And if it's not asking too much, can you maybe sit down and talk to me for a while?" The waitress looked thoughtful, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. "I... I suppose so..." she looked almost suspicious that this stranger wanted to tell *his* story to *her*. She left to retrieve Brian's espresso, and returned with his coffee and a cup for herself. She slid into the seat across from him. "Hm. I guess you'd want to know my name, right? I'm Brian," he began. "And I'm Liana," the waitress said bluntly. "Last chance to back out. Sure you want to hear me vent?" Brian smirked. "Anything to get out of working," Liana said. "Yeah. So where to start..." Brian told her the entire story, of how he and Stef got together, the nightmare, and Steve. "Yanno, this probably seems odd to you, that I'm telling you this, and we don't even know each other." "Maybe that's why you can tell me. You don't know me," Liana offered. "I guess so," Brian smiled. ******** Liana was disturbed by Brian's story. It was somewhat tragic. She looked at him intently. He wasn't unpleasant to look at, for that matter. He had raven black hair, and greenish-blue liquid eyes. "So what's your story? Your rant?" Brian asked when he finished his vent. He was visibly shaking, with a few tears rolling silently down his cheek. Unconsciously, Liana grabbed a napkin and, leaning, across the table, wiped them away. Brian looked surprised, but repeated his earlier question. "What're you upset about? You said that you were in a bad mood. Tell me. It's only fair," he half-smiled. Liana didn't want to rehash any emotions, but took a deep breath and began. "It started with my family. They can't stand me. They think I'm a...a freak, someone to be locked away. They want to send me to some relatives in France instead of letting me do whatever the hell I want. I want to travel, meet people, see things. Not get holed up with relatives I've never met, who only know what my parents told them about me. So I moved out of my house and into a shithole apartment here, and got a job at this cafe. And..." Liana paused. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go on. "And?" Brian urged her on. He hadn't fully recovered from his vent. "And my boss...how to put this...he's an asshole," Liana finished. She didn't feel like going into any detail. There was more to tell, but elaborating wasn't something she wanted to do. She bit her lip and swallowed the lump in her throat. Both sat in silence for a few minutes. After a few minutes, Liana looked up at Brian. "What kind of music does your band play?" she asked timidly. Seemingly grateful for the distraction, Brian smiled and they began to converse like two long-lost friends. Maybe a half-hour later, Liana heard her boss's angry voice from behind the counter. "Get your damn ass up and start serving the customers!" "I gotta go..." Liana said, and began to stand up, but Brian grabbed her wrist. She winced in pain. ******** Brian saw her wince. "I'm sorry, love," he said. He glanced down at her wrist and saw cuts, but said nothing. "I know this seems...stupid, and out of nowhere, but do you..." Brian paused for a minute to recollect his thoughts. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he just felt the need to. Her story reminded him so much of himself when he was younger. Doing this might really help her. "Do you want to come along with us for the rest of the tour? We could find something for you to do, probably backstage work or something," Brian said. Liana opened her mouth, then closed it again. "Listen, I know we don't know each other, but something just tells me that it'd work," Brian continued. "Well...I..." Liana stammered. "Liana! What did I tell you?!" Liana's boss shouted again. "Where are you staying right now? Like, in terms of hotels? And when do you have to leave? Because I could probably get back to you at my break," Liana said. Brian smiled, half-regretting asking her, but knowing that it was the right thing to do. Liana handed him a piece of paper and a pen and he quickly wrote down the hotel name and that they'd be leaving at 1:00 that afternoon. He made sure to leave his room's telephone number. "So, I guess I'll be hearing from you later?" Brian concluded. Liana smiled. "I guess so." ********* "You what?!" Stef asked in disbelief when Brian told him what had occurred at the coffee house. "I asked her to join us for the tour. It was just...a spur-of-the-moment thing. Trust me," Brian pleaded. Stef looked down and dug his toe into the carpet. "Do you...do you like her?" Brian wrapped his arms around Stef's waist and rested his head on Stef's chest. "I mean, as a person, a friend. I love you Stef, and you know that, and no one, NO ONE, will ever take your place in my heart. Do you understand?" Brian said, looking up at Stef. Stef laughed. "You are unbelievable, do you know that?" Bri giggled. "It's a gift." "One that I like," Stef said, evilly. He pulled Brian into a passionate kiss. They began to make their way over to the bed when the door to the room opened. Stef practically dropped Brian onto the floor in surprise. "Fuckin' hell Steve, how many times are you going to do this?" Stef asked in exasperation. Brian nodded defensively. Steve raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning on packing your stuff? We leave in two hours." "Give us about...oh... an hour? Then we'll pack," Brian laughed. "Shut up," Steve said flatly. "What, you want to join?" giggled Stefan. Steve just sighed and left the room, slamming the door behind him. "What's up his ass?" Stef asked. "Maybe it's more like, what needs to be?" Brian said slyly. They collapsed on the floor in a fit of laughter. ******** Liana sat on the edge of her bed, a duffel bag next to her. She dialed in Brian's number. "C'mon, pick up," she moaned. The phone rang several times until she heard a click as someone picked up the phone. "Yeah?" came Brian's voice from the other end. "Uhm, yeah, Brian? It's Liana." "Oh, heya sweets!" "You seem pretty chipper right now. Just calling to let you know I'll be waiting at the hotel's front entrance by 12:30. Anything you'd recommend bringing?" "Well, erm, whatever you can?" "That's a big help, but whatever you say. See ya then." "G'bye!" Brian said. The receiver clicked. Liana put the phone back on the cradle. She hoped that she wouldn't regret this. But she had to leave. It had to be better than the abuse, the apartment, the coffee house. She made sure not to tell anyone, she just wanted to leave town and not come back. ********* "Everybody, I want you to meet Liana," Brian announced as the band and the roadies finished loading the tour busses. "Erm. Hello," Liana said shyly. "Liana's going to come with us for the rest of the tour," Stef added. Steve looked up sharply. He hadn't been paying attention before. "Wait a minute. What the..." Steve's words were cut off when he looked up at Liana. His jaw nearly dropped open. She was gorgeous, with dark brown hair that had red highlights throughout, and deep brown eyes that were almost black. Her pale skin glowed in the midday sun. Even though she was dressed in a drab pair of jeans and a black tank top, she looked beautiful. Steve opened his mouth, but shut it again. "Well, uhm, ehm, where'd you meet her, Bri?" "The coffee house. Don't ask me to explain why she's coming with us, that'd take a while to explain..." Brian trailed off. "It's fine with me," Steve said. He turned to Liana. "Heya. I'm Steve." He flashed her a brilliant smile. ******** Brian smirked to himself. He and Stef were cuddling up on a small couch towards the back of the bus, and were watching Steve chat up Liana towards the front. "She's got him whipped," Brian giggled to Stef. "I know. This is interesting though," Stef said. "Well, I'm bored with it. I didn't bring Liana here to have Steve hit on her like there's no tomorrow." Stef raised his eyebrows. "Well then, why did you bring her?" Brian sighed. He guessed it was finally time to explain. In as few words as possible. "I was at the coffee house, and we got in an argument because I wouldn't move out of the nonsmoking section. After clearing things up, we got to talking, and I just felt a... a connection. I could totally relate to what she was saying. And what's more is, she was desperate to leave town. So I just did." "You 'tard," Stef chuckled. Brian lightly shoved Stefan's shoulder. "Am not!" ******** Liana enjoyed being in Steve's company. He was sweet, funny... everything about him was just perfect. She felt comfortable around him, never self-conscious. She couldn't imagine why, though, he'd want to spend that much time with her. She had to seem terribly boring and plain to him. "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Hrm?" Liana snapped out of her daze. "Can I get you something to drink?" Steve repeated. "Um, yeah. A Coke would be fine. I can't hold my liquor," Liana smirked. "Ah, don't worry 'bout that. Lemme just make sure Bri hasn't spiked the Coke with vodka. Be right back," Steve smiled, and Liana melted. Steve shortly returned with a can of Coke. "Hope you don't mind drinking out of the can, it's the only thing that doesn't appear to be spiked..." "Oh, that's fine. Thank you," Liana said politely, taking the can and opening it. ******** Brian and Stefan lay side by side on the small bed in one of the hotel rooms the band was staying in that night. There was just barely enough room for the two of them, and Brian was almost on top of Stef. Not that either of them had a problem with that, though. "Stef, do you have a lighter, by chance? Can't find mine," Brian asked, with a cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. "I don't smoke anymore, remember love?" Stef said, not looking up from the book he was reading. "Well, still. Don't you like, ever burn candles?" Brian smirked. "Nope." "You're not human!" Brian laughed, picked up the pillow he was reclining on and hit Stef with it. He looked down at where the pillow had been. A lighter was there. "Hey! There's my lighter..." He picked it up and lit the cigarette. He replaced the pillow and reclined again. Stef hadn't looked up the whole time. "Hellooo? Earth to Mr. Spock," Bri said, waving his hand a few inches from Stef's eyes. "Shush, I'm in the middle of a good part in the plot," Stef mumbled. Brian leaned over a little to read the page that Stef was on. He snickered. "Porn books?" Stef looked over. "Nuh-uh! It's just...the two characters... it's not the whole book, yanno!" "Suuuure," Brian teased. Stef stuck his tongue out at Brian. Brian put out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray and lunged forward, straddling Stef's stomach. "You're reading pornooooo!" "I am not!" Stef kiddingly whined. "Lalala, I can't hear you!" Brian said, covering his ears. He jumped off of Stef and onto the floor, where he began jumping up and down and running in circles. "Stef reads porn books!" he sang. Stef laughed and sat up. When Brian saw this, he squeaked and began to run towards the door joining the room with the next room, Steve's. He burst through the door, still singing. "Stef reads porno, Stef reads porno, Stef wants to read porno about meeee!" He sang insanely. "Stef reads po-" he stopped. His hands dropped from his ears and his jaw fell open. The sight that met him was not something he was prepared for. Stef stepped up behind him, and Brian heard his breath catch in his throat. Liana and Steve. ********* Stef was just as surprise as Brian was. Apparently Steve and Liana were so wrapped up in the moment, they didn't notice either of them standing in the doorway. Or if they did, they just didn't acknowledge them. Brian turned around silently, and walked back to his and Stef's room. Stef followed, closing the door as silently as possible. Brian sat down on the edge of the bed. "But they...just met... and... she's going to be one of the technicians...and...this might get a bit messy..." Brian stammered. Stef sat next to Brian and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Steve's a grown man, he probably is fully aware of what he's doing. That is, unless he's drunk or stoned. But I doubt that's the case." "I don't know why I'm angry or upset about this, that seems so unreasonable of me. I mean, it's not like I like Liana in that way - after all, I have you, Stef - but I still, I can't put my finger on why it bothers me that Steve is sleeping with her," Brian mumbled. "Why don't you just sleep on it tonight, and we can all talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Stef said. Brian nodded in agreement. He crawled under the comforter while Stef flicked off the lights. Stef crawled in after him and they both fell asleep, arms entwined. Prev | Next Home |