We left after while and little did I realize it was about three. Time goes by fast when a random girl is doing a make over on me.

"Lis?" Mark turned to look at me when he stopped at a red light. "Yes." I looked at him too. "What do you think about going over to Micks house?" His eyes were on m strange hair the whole time he talked. 

"Wait, Mick has a house here?" I went to rub my eye but stopped myself before I smudged the stupid make-up. "Yeah he does, its small and cheap but its a house." Mark chuckled. "Sure." I laughed. His eyes were still on my hair.

"What is wrong with my hair?" I finally shouted. "Noting its just your starting to get really into the 80's look." He said. I rolled my eyes and the light turned green. Mark took off. There was a truck next to us blasting some country song, Mark rolled his eyes and turned up his radio. I laughed as Mark and the truck kept battling over that. Eventually Mark turned into a side road.

I saw a trashy house with a bunch of car there and I could only pray that's not where we were going. But Mark turned into the place.

"It's cold out here." I complained as we got out of the car. "I know, you must be freezing with what your wearing." Mark chuckled. He walked over to me and piratically wrapped me in his body.

We walked to the trashy door and knocked. I'm never going to let anywhere I live get this messy. Mark started to tap his foot. I heard someone yell "come in." So Mark opened the door.

He let me in first and the inside smelled surprisingly normal. Mark took my hand and we walked to where the voice was heard from.

Mark walked into the bottle littered living room and I walked in after him. No one seemed to notice us. Mark cleared his throat and they all looked up at him.

Dave looked to me first. His eyes widened. I could almost see him mentally undressing me. Johnny looked to me next, his eyes traveling up and down my body accouple times. He whistled and smirked. 

Mick and Carmine looked at me. Micks mouth seemed to open. He slowly concentrated on my hair, then my eyes, my lips, my neck, my breast and my legs. Carmine quickly looked me over and looked away.

I'm not that hot but apparently they think I am. Dave was stupid enough to stand up. He walked over to me. Dave got real close to me and everyone just kinda stared at us. Please, someone do something, just something.

He looked right down into my breast I felt really disgusted. Note: Never go with Mark to any of his friends house ever again.

I just looked around. Mark was just staring at Dave. Johnny was smirking, like Dave was gonna pull off what ever he was trying. Mick had a blank stare. Carmine just looked like Dave has done this a billion times. Horny rock stars.

Dave went to touch me and that was when someone did something. Mark hit Dave with alot of force in the right side of his face. 

Dave turned to look at Mark as he stumbled backwards. I thought Dave was about to black out. "If you ever touch her again, I'll f*ckin' kill you." Mark yelled. This was definitely a change in attitude for Mark. He usually never gets this mad, at like anything ever.

"Calm down." Johnny got up from his place on the couch. "Dude your suppose to be calm not mad over some small thing like this." Mick said, also standing up. 

Mark was definitely overreacting. He just stared at Dave. Carmine just kinda sat there observing us.

I could only think of one stupid thing to do which was real cheesy. I walked over to him and kinda hugged him but not really. I took his arms and wrapped them me. He looked down at me, his cheeks turning red.

"I think I should go." I mumbled. I'm really thankful for him helping me away from Dave but who knew it would progress to this.

"No don't go I'm not letting you walk." Mark whispered, calming down. He seemed more normal now, odd,

"You can stay, Lissa." Mick smiled. Everyone calmed. Dave sat on the couch with a very red face, it was starting to turn blue.

I felt bad. "Wheres the kitchen?" I asked. "Down the hall to the right." Carmine pointed the way. I nodded and walked over to Dave. He was staring at his feet.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. We walked to where I was pointed. Dave sat down on a chair and I grabbed some ice and held it to his cheek. "I'm sorry Lissa, it was stupid of me to try that. I haven't known you long but you probably already hate me. But can you please forgive me." Dave sighed.

"Yes." Is all was said. We got up with Dave holding ice to his cheek. "You know Mark really cares for you." Dave chuckled motioning to his cheek. I smiled. "So I've been told." 

We walked back to the living room. Mark was telling Carmine, Johnny and Mick about the house he bought and that Joan made me look like this. I walked over to Mark who was sitting in a chair. I sat on the arm of it. He looked up at me and smiled.

Well, there being friendly with each other, that's good. The guys started to talk with one an another. Mark just kind of stared at me.

He pulled me down onto the chair with him. I sat between his legs. He rubbed my shoulders. He's perfect, he's real real perfect, I don't know why but somewhere in my mind right now is saying he's perfect.

"Do you want food?" Mark inquired. "Food." I looked up at him. I'm starving, I wish we weren't in a rush this morning. I didn't get to eat breakfast so I'm like real hungry.

Mick somehow heard us. "There's stuff in the kitchen if you two would like to make us something." Mick told us. I rolled my eyes, 'make us'. He just wanted me to cook him food. Mark laughed. "I can't cook." Mark raised his hands trying to get out of this. "Your gonna learn." I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Okay, you know I can't cook to save my life. So why did you bring me in hear?" Mark laughed. "First reason, you made it where I couldn't eat this morning . Second reason, I need company." My mouth turned into a small grin."

Mark laughed. "What are you gonna make?" He asked. I looked though the cabinets, there wasn't much stuff. "It looks like I'll end up making rice since that about all there is." Seriously that's all.

I went through more cabinets and found beans and some chicken. I decided I would put the beans in the rise and make like a southern stile soup. 

I told Mark what I was planning to make, he licked his lips. I laughed at him, he just smiled in return.

Mark helped through making it and it was obvious he knew what he was doing and knew how to cook. In my opinion he's a great cook but he just doesn't like cooking so he try's to play it off that he doesn't know how to cook.

"Whoops!" Mark's eyes widened as he looked at my hair. I put my hand on the back of my fluffed hair and felt the slime from the beans. Mark grabbed a towel and wiped it off. I bumped him with my hip and he dropped more of the beans on my leg. He grabbed a towel and wiped that off to.

His eyes traveled up my leg as he stood up. I started to put beans on his blond hair, which was strange because he was usually the one with the teased hair not me.

It all just kind of went from there. 

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A/N

Here I come again (With another chapter.) Cheesy I know but I've had Damn Yankees Come Again on repeat all day so 'Whoaah Yeeeaaaah Here I Come Again' has been stuck in my head. Also I'm officially part of a Bon Jovi fan club. I feel so stupid and proud at the same time. Today is the third in three days is Axl Rose's birthday, he turns 57, two things I have to say about that: first, I never realized he was older than Jon Bon Jovi. Second, Axl Rose's birthday is like real close to mine as in I turn 14 in accouple days after his birthday. I'm that person who can't figure out if they like Guns N' Roses or not. But other than that I found out that my father saw Europe live back in 87' right after John Norum left and Kee Marcello came in, I'm so jealous he even got to play Kee's guitar and talked to Joey Tempest for like an hour, lucky. My father also played guitar along side Eric Clapton in the late 90's (Yeah Yeah I know Clapton wasn't in his prime then but sill.) There is so much about my father that I never knew. If you look him up he comes up as an American guitarist. No I am not telling you his name. But I never knew any of this about my father, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME. Back to my story (Sorry about my rants) So what is true is the fact Mick Sweda owned a house in Indiana around 84'. Vote, Comment, Follow (You know the saying.)