The morning was again cold, as it almost always is is for me. There were warm arms around me, again as there usually for. But one thing seemed different, where was I? My eyes slowly opened to remember where I was. Oh yeah, hotel room. I really don't understand how I forget stuff so easily.

I slowly flipped over to see the face of the sleeping man who had me in his tight grip. Mark's blond hair was stuck to his face and he had one hand laying on his bare abdomen, that slowly rose and fell to a rhythm that his breath rested at. His other hand was around my waist holding me right at his side.

I kind of watched him sleep, that probably sounded creepy but it's not like he doesn't watch me sleep. But the more I looked at him, he just seemed so cute. The realization for another time hit me at how much I do actually like him.

My cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red when I realized that I am in fact, in bed with him, just not in a sexual aspect. That nervous feeling was erupting through me, that nervous feeling you get when you realize that your crush just smiled or noticed you.

For some reason, at this very moment in time. I was reminded of the first time I ever actually laid down down with him in the same bed. Oh my god, the memory was awkward.

***Flash back(Lissa is fourteen)***

I rubbed my arms and cheek at the stinging feeling. My mother got mad at me for who knows what this morning and grabbed my arm than hit me. I tried my best to cover up the marking's of the bruises with make-up. It didn't really do much so I just skipped school today and so far have spent the day watching the world around me at this small park in the middle of town.

I knew that the day was soon starting to end so I got off my lazy butt and started walking. I can't go back home, my mothers mad and all that. Okay, um... Oh yeah, I could go to Mark's. He wouldn't mind sheltering me, right?

My feet took me to the direction of where he lived, the only though running through my head was hoping he was there.

I got to his door and slowly knocked on the door. Mark's father opened it. "Hello Lissa." He greeted me. I gave him a small smile. "D-" He cut me off. "Mark's in his room, honey." He pointed to the stairs.

"Thanks." I ran up the stairs. His bedroom door was cracked open, so I gave it a slight knock and pushed the door open. Mark was sprawled out across his bed while lazily flipping through some magazine.

"Oh hey, Lis." He noticed me and put the magazine down. I walked over to him and sat down on the bed. "How was school?" Mark asked. I shook my head. "Wasn't there."

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows. I pointed to my face that had a red place on it, then I showed him my wrist that was swollen from where my mother grabbed it.

Mark shook his head, his cheeks were flushed red, probably from anger. He always got angry when someone touched me or hurt me, at least he cares. "You want to stay here tonight?"

I nodded with a yawn. We did accouple of non-exciting things before calling it time to go to sleep. As usual, Mark wanted to sleep on the floor. But I objected, telling him he always does when I'm over and I should be the one on the floor.

After a little argument we both agreed on sharing the bed, which I was okay with. "Are you sure? I mean, Lis, the floor is pretty comfortable." He pointed to the ground as he bent over to turn the light out.

"No, Mark. It's okay, I don't really care." I shook my head and rolled my eyes. He just laughed and flipped the lights off. I laid my head on the soft pillows and closed my eyes.

Mark did the same but on the opposite side of the bed, keeping a distance from us. It was then that something struck me. He probably thought this was wrong. I mean I'm barely a teenager and he's barely but already technically an adult. I can guarantee you he thought this was wrong to be in the same bed with girl that is so much younger than him.

My thoughts drifted off as I started to fall into a sleep. I don't know when it was or what happened. I just know that sometime during the night I ended it up in Mark's arms. because he had me in a strong, protective grip with my head on his chest. A nervous feeling erupted in my stomach, the nervousness almost made it hard to fall back asleep.

***End Flashback***

Okay yeah, it was definitely the same feeling I felt that night. Ahh, I don't like it, why do I have to feel so nervous around him? 

"Your cheeks are red." I herd a gruff voice next to me say. My eyes instantly shot to Mark. Oh god, he's awake. "No they're not." I shook my head, but the recognizance of my embarrassment only making the red tent on my face turn crimson.

"Aw, you're embarrassed." He laughed. I shook my head into a pillow, trying to hide my face. I heard movement then the side of the bed he was on rose.

I opened my eyes to see him standing up. "Okay, Lis. Get up." Mark yanked the bed covers off of me. "Nope." I shook my head, not moving. "Yes." He grabbed my foot. In a quick movement, I grabbed the bed stand thing behind me, seeing he was gonna attempt to drag me off the bed.

It was then that the hotel room door opened. "What the hell." A bewildered voice spoke. Both me and Mark looked over to see the perplexed face that belonged to Dave. 

Mark didn't do anything for a moment then went back to pulling on my feet. "Help!" I yelped, loosing my grip on the bed frame. Dave stared at us some more than came over to me and pried my fingers off of the bed board. 

I started trying to grab onto the covers so I didn't have to get up. That sadly did not help. Dave just picked me up off the bed. "Put me down." I yelled, struggling. 

"Do you deal with this every morning?" Dave asked Mark, trying to avoid my flailing hands. "Not really, she just refused to get up today." Mark responded, watching me in amusement.

"Can I throw her?" I could almost hear the smirk grow on Dave's lips. "No, no you can't. I'm not a rag-doll." I started shaking my head expeditiously. 

Before I knew it I was up in the air. "Sh*t!" I screeched, awaiting to be met by the ground. Instead, I neatly landed in Marks arms. "Did you really think I was gonna just let you hit the ground." He grinned down at me.

"Yes." My voice quivered as I clung onto Mark, afraid that he was gonna toss me back to Dave. Luckily, he didn't. He only went back to the bed and dropped me on it. 

Dave was watching this all, laughing really hard. "You're evil." I muttered, glaring at him. He just looked up at me and laughed more.

"Why are you in here anyways?" Mark asked. "I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to go out with me and Johnny for breakfast because Mick and his girl are gone and Carmine is to big of an ass to move, kinda like you, Lis, just you're cute." Dave explained. I jumped up to go hit Dave but Mark held me back so I couldn't.

"Don't kill me, I was just kidding." Dave held his hands up as he came over and sat on the bed next to me. A small smile attached itself to my lips. "So you two comin'?" He looked at the clock.

"Sure, just let me and well her get dressed." Mark responded.

And so the day went. We went out to eat, they also dragged me into the studio so I could listen to accouple of recordings. That took up most of the time. 

But sadly, we soon had to all go back to our rooms and get ready. I hated that because of what I had to wear, my nerves were getting the best of me of wearing what I had out in public.

"You can go change in the bathroom, I'll change out here." Mark spoke, interrupting my thoughts. With a quiet laugh I grabbed the clothes and quickly ran to the bathroom. 

I slid the dress on fairly easy but I couldn't zip the back of it. "Mark." I yelled. "Yes." He called back. "Can you come in here, I need help." My cheeks turned red.

He slowly opened the door and looked in, after seeing I was clothed, or somewhat clothed he came in. "Zip this up, my arms don't bend back like that." I told him.

Mark nodded and came over to me. I saw what he was wearing, which was a dressy white shirt and black pants, not to fancy but fancy enough. 

He came behind me and wrapped one arm around me. His eyes watched me through the mirror in front of us as his other hand felt around for the zipper. I blushed even harder once realizing how far down his hand was on me. He soon found the zipper and swiftly zipped the dress up.

I could feel the difference in how tight it got. My eyes almost bulged. "There." Mark looked down at me. But his eyes didn't quite meet mine.  I followed his eyes and realized that he was staring down into my chest.

"Get out." I smacked his chest then pushed him to the door. Mark's eyes flashed with slight embarrassment but that soon changed and he smirked.

He left the bathroom and I started pulling the dress up a little, hoping to cover up my chest a little. It didn't work to well.

I slid the short leather jacket on, it squeezed me tighter than the dress but when I zipped it up, it covered my breast a little more, not much but a little. 

I stared at my reflection, not liking my hair, I took a brush and started brushing it out more, but that just made it fluffy. It wouldn't take much to give me an afro, stupid hair. So, I combed it and that got it to sit a little flatter on my shoulders.

I reluctantly started to apply make-up too. But not much, only mascara, a light cover of red lip-stick and a little eye shadow but that just made me look like I had a black eye.

After I was done, I grabbed the shoes and opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Mark was sitting on the bed doing who knows what.

He looked up at me and his eyes widened. "I look like a slut." I muttered, slowly walking forward. He didn't say anything, just looked me over. Suddenly, I was over come with a sense self conscious. Please, let the earth swallow me.

"You look, amazing." Mark said after a minute. I shook my head and sat down next to him. "I hate how I look." I mumbled, laying my head on his shoulder. 

"You shouldn't, you look great like that." He lifted my chin up. "No, you're male so your  opinion doesn't count. I look like a freakin' hooker and anyone with two eyes could see that." I shook my head. "No you don't. If you looked like that I wouldn't let you wear that out." Mark replied.

"Okay dad." I joked. He laughed at my attitude. "Well, you ready to go?" He asked. "Yeah." I put my shoes on and stood up. The heels made me about two/three inches taller. It was a little bit strange, because I was now only about an inch or two shorter than Mark with the heels.

He wrapped an arm around my waist as we exited the room and made our way down stairs, let me tell you. Walkin' in heels aint fun at all, especially going down steps. Yeah, that resulted in Mark basically having to carry me down.

All the other guys were in the lobby. They were all dressed in a similar fashion to Mark. Anne was talking to Mick, she had a very short, dark blue dress on with matching heels. Carmine was also with a girl, she was wearing a knee length black dress but something about it still made the girl look as if she was trying hard to show off, but she was pretty too. She looked about Anne's with that small waist just she had long, curly red hair and bright green eyes.

All their attention turned to us as we came closer to them. My cheeks heated up when all their eyes shot to me. 

"Damn Lissa, would you marry me." Johnny jested, eyeing me up and down. Mick looked me over a few times too, that didn't seem to bother Anne. The girl with Carmine on the other hand looked ready to kill me when she saw Carmine look at me, his eyes specifically lingered on my breast.

"Mark, you got lucky with her. Never realized how hot Lis looked in a tight dress." Dave smirked. I rolled my eyes at the men's behavior. 

"I'll say this one time. If any of you touch her, you will never have sex again because you will be missing something or you will be dead. She is underage and does not need more people around her like that than already. Understood." Mark looked at each one of his band-mates with a warning glare.

"But Mark, you're not her father and you're not dating her why can't one of us have her." Johnny whined. Do they not realize I'm literally right in-front of them. 

"Okay, will you guys stop. I don't need you talking about me like I'm not in here." I looked between Mark, Johnny and Dave. 

"Come on, Lissa, agree with me. He's not you're dad or boyfriend, you can go out with one of us, specifically me, right?" Dave looked at me with a pleading stare, so did Johnny. Carmine and Mick did too. 

"Men." I muttered. "Can we just go now." Mark spoke up before anything else could be said, I just had to wear a dress.

They all nodded and walked out. We split up between two different cars. Carmine, the red headed girl with him went with Mick and Anne. Me and Mark went with Johnny and Dave in Johnny's car.

We drove to the place. Johnny and Dave kept joking and bickering with each other, every once in awhile I would be dragged into one of their conversations, that usually ended in us all laughing. Mark just sat next to me quiet.

We made it to the place fairly quickly. There were a lot of other cars around us, I had no idea of what to expect. 

Mark opened the door for me. I stepped out, kinda wobbly because of the heels. Dave saw this and steadied me. He looked like he was gonna have me walk with him inside but Mark wrapped a protective arm around me.

We walked inside. There was music playing, a small bar, tables, a stage, an open area that had a bunch of people in that area talking. Not overly classy but kind of fancy.

Johnny instantly headed to get something to drink with Carmine. The rest of us found a table and sat down. Random people would come over and start talking to the band or something. I sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. 

Mark noticed this and pulled me closer to him while he was talking to some chubby guy with shoulder length brown hair. I was kind of grateful to Mark for keeping an arm around me because it kept other people from talking to me.

I'm a very anti-social person. Well, unless someone does something that really annoys me or they start talking to me, then I go from being extremely shy to talkative.

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you." I heard someone with a deep Brooklyn accent say. I turned my head slightly to see a man with long black hair towering over me.

"Oh um..." I have no idea of what to say. The man chuckled at my lack of well, everything. "I'm Vincent but everyone calls me Vinny." He stuck out his hand. I shook it and he sat down in the chair next to mine.

"Can you at least tell me your name, darling?" Vinny asked. I shifted a little to face him, he looked as if he was in another band. Mark noticed my movement and turned away form his conversation with the fat dude to look at me.

"Her names Lissa, why do you need to know?" Mark looked at Vinny rudely. "Hey, I'm not tryin' anything, just wanted to know who she was." Vinny put his hands up. "Well don't think about doing anything with her." Mark muttered.

It was then that Carmine looked over at us. A smile spread across his face when he saw Vinny, do they know each other. "Vinny, I didn't know you were goin' to be here." Carmine called as he came bounding over to the black haired man.

"I didn't realize you were going to be here either." Vinny smiled. He stood up and him and Carmine hugged than sat down. I noticed how similar they looked to on another. 

"I see you met Lissa." Carmine pointed at me. "Yeah I did, her boyfriend just about killed me but I did." Vinny joked, pointing to Mark.

Carmine looked at us. "Oh, yeah, Lissa, Mark, Vinny is my brother in case you didn't know." Okay well, that answers my question, they obviously do know each other, their related.

Wait, Carmines brother, Vinny Appice. "Oh my god! You're the drummer for Dio." I said excitedly. "Finally, some recognition." Vinny rolled his eyes, smiling.

Carmine sat down next to Mark. "Oh, wait, you're Mark, right? The lead singer of Carmines band." Vinny said. "Yeah he is. He is also way over protective of Lissa so don't even look at her wrong, from personal experience, he'll start a fight. But don't take the protectiveness the wrong way with Mark the wrong way either, their not together. He'd probably start a fight because of that too." Carmine told his younger brother then gave his Mark a pat on the shoulder.

Vinny turned to me. "So you're single." He winked.

The night went on after that, it was boring for most of it. A couple men hit on me and Mark would get mad but that was about the only interesting thing that happened. Other than that I sat there bored.  

Mark agreed with me after awhile about how there wasn't much of reason to stay here any longer. We had to go hunt Dave down, Johnny was nowhere to be found so he'd have to find another way back if he wasn't with a girl. We then left, I took the heels off, refusing to walk any longer in them. 

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A/N

Sorry for not updating in over a week, I've been feeling terrible so typing wasn't in my main interest. But I'm better now so updates will be more common. Also sorry for stopping it in a random place, again, I had no idea of how to end this chapter, so I ended it there. 
OH MY GOD, 40 chapters, that's alot. And there is alot more to come, so remember that. Thank you to anyone who reads this, I've said this before and I'll say it again, I know its bad and cheesy but it's the best I can do. Nothing was true in this one, way yeah, Vinny Appice was (still is) the younger brother of Carmine Appice, he was in the bands Black Sabbath, Dio, Hear N' Aid (if you count them as a band) They only did one song (Stars), but they were made up of a bunch of heavy metal and glam metal musicians (Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Vinny & Carmine Appice, Blackie Lawless, Ronnie James Dio, Rob Halford,Geoff Tate, Don Dokken, George Lynch, Yngwie Malmsteen, Rudy Sarzo, Paul Shortino, Neal Schon, Chris Holmes, Jeff Pilson, Dave Murray, etc. The list goes on and on.) 

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