Mark turned to look at me. His blond hair covering his eyes and looking longer and flatter with the water and alcohol just poured on it.

I stared at him with an innocent smile. "Seriously Lis. I have water all over my hair and shirt now." He sternly stated, but his eyes shown with a since of fun.

"That wasn't all water. Some of it was Johnny's alcohol." I said with a grin. Johnny just started laughing. I thought he was going to fall over from it. Mark watched all of this. He sat on the floor soaking wet and frustrated.

He rolled his eyes at me. I bent down to look at him. The second I got close to, his arms reached out and he pulled me right into him. All the alcohol and water on him was now covering part of me. I struggled to move but his grip was strong and I was stuck on him.

The plain alcohol started to smell, strong scented alcohol never goes well with me. My stomach has a weak tolerance to the smell of it and the taste of it. That is one of the reason's I don't think I'll ever drink, I'd throw up every time.

When Mark finally moved, I was able to get up and away from the smell. Dave walked back into the place with a shirt in his hands, I didn't even realize he left.

"Here." He handed Mark the shirt that was ripped, barely any cloth. "Isn't this what you where on stage?" Mark asked. "Yeah. But it's all I got right now." Dave said flatly. Mark looked around to make sure no one was watching.

He started to take his shirt off. "Dude." Mick whispered. "We are gonna get kicked out." The time he was shirtless I could do nothing but stare. Bruce noticed and so did Johnny, Mick and Carmine. "Hey Lissa-" Johnny started to say something but Carmine kicked his shin and Mick pushed his back. 

The second I saw that everyone else noticed my stare, my cheeks flushed a bright red. Why! I pleaded in my head for them seeing me.

Mark got the shirt straightened. His eyes looked to meet mine, he flashed a smile. I could see Johnny face palm out of the corner of my eye at the fact Mark didn't notice me staring at him.

I looked at him. Tight jeans and a plain white shirt that looked like a tiger just attacked it, why does he have to look so freakin' hot in that. 

Mark neatly folded his shirt, everyone else was getting ready to leave. He walked over to me. "You ready?" He questioned, completely ignoring what just happened. "Mm-hmm." I hummed, but I was internally wailing for him to stay.

I've known him so long, when he leaves I become lonely. I've known him for along time and he is my best friend, when he leaves I have no one there to hold me and to talk to. Knowing it might be awhile before he come's back is even worse.

By the time I stopped thinking about that we were already at his car. Mark came to the passengers side and opened the door. "Thank you." I smiled. In response, Mark let his hand run across me as I got in the car.

I watched as he walked around to his side and climbed in. He started the car, the radio was up real loud. It took me a minute to realize what song was playing but when I did I turned the radio up even louder.

I started singing along to the soft jazzy, rock tune.

He is down by the riverside
Late one night
He's tryin' to count the stars
In each of the signs
All alone by the riverside

Mark looked at me strangely. "You know this is competition to King Kobra?" His face twisted. I ignored what he said and still sung along to my favorite Europe song.

And time passes by
Gathering thoughts of the past

And maybe he'll cry  

Mark reached and turned the radio down. I hit his hand. "Hey, don't turn that down. They never play Europe on the radio so let me listen to this while it last's." I muttered. He watched me, amused.

So they say he's a madman
And he don't understand
But I know that he's tryin' hard
To act like a man
All those years he has suffered,
My friends

All those years of pain
But I don't think he knows for sure
If those years were in vain
He's a dreamer

And he's fightin' for his life

He's tryin' to understand
He's a dreamer

But he wants to carry on
Yet I know he's a lonely man

My smile turned into a frown as the song ended. My eyes turned to see Marks stare. "You act like you like the lead singer of Europe more than you like me?" Mark's lips stayed a straight line as he spoke. "I do." I answered dryly but jokingly.

"I thought you liked my voice?" His eyebrows raised. "I do but Joey Tempest's voice is better." I smiled acting like that was true. "Thank's." His reply was sarcastic.

"So you like some random Swedish band over your friends band?" I nodded at what he said. We came to a red light.

He rolled his and looked back at the road. I grabbed his arm that rested on the car shift. "I"m kidding." I mumbled as I snuggled into his bare arm that I didn't realize had a lot more muscle on it then before he left for the first time to record with the band.

"Have you done anything for this?" I pinched the muscle on his arm. "No, that just happen's when your carrying amps and running around on stage." He smirked down at me.

The drive went by pretty fast. "We're almost there." Mark smiled at me. I was half way asleep. I don't know why it was only about five, but the sun was kinda going down.

I nodded. He turned into some place that had a bunch of cars and buses there. He parked and got out. I followed.

The only person there was Dave. He was sitting on the back of his truck. He looked extremely bored. The second he spotted us he walked over.

"Where's everyone else?" Mark asked. Dave looked around. "Beets me." He shrugged his shoulders. 

An hour went by with no sight of the other band mates. "Where are they. We have to leave in an hour." Mark exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

Right as he said that three other people walked over to us. "Where the h*ll were you guys." Dave shouted when they were in ear shot of us.

"This idiot here broke the f*ching car." Carmine yelled pointing at Johnny who was rolling his eyes. Mick just looked tired, visible bags under his eyes. 

"We had to walk." Carmine growled, his Brooklyn accent showing threw. I had to stop myself from laughing. It was funny.

Mark wrapped his arm around me and started to talk to the group. They all started to get up ready to leave. They lined up in front of me, I knew what about to happen. They were gonna hug me.

Carmine was first. "Bye girly." He said. I kissed his cheek and he kissed mine. Mick was next. "See you soon." He whispered. I again kissed his cheek and he kissed. Dave came after. "One small kiss?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He looked at me. "Bye." 

Johnny looked at me expectantly. "Alright." I mumbled and gave him a quick pack too. His face lit up and he walked away. 

Mark looked me in the eyes, my hands in his. He pulled me into a hug. His lips were planted on my forehead. We stayed like that a minute. He pulled away. Why can't he stay.

"Bye Lizzy." He whispered. "Bye Mark." I smiled kindly. The whole band walked over to a bus that wasn't quite a tour bus but a bus that you could stay in.

Mark turned around and ran back to me. "Keys." He said. It totally slipped my mind that I need his car keys to get back home. "Thanks." I whispered.

He kissed my head quickly again and ran back to the bus. They waved at me and left. I stood there a moment and finally left after about three minutes.

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A/N

Oh my gosh, I'm back. It took me forever to right this. I really suggest that you listen to the song above (Dreamer by Europe.) It's not King Kobra but it's still a beautiful, sad song. Nothing in this chapter was true. I probably want be able to update tomorrow because I'll be at a Tesla concert and my friend is coming to my house and staying the night. I am on winter brake so after tomorrow expect more updates. I hope you enjoy my book so far, it's gonna be long, considering that I am no where near the mid way point on it. Vote, Comment, Follow and please give me feed back!!!