long night (gid)

[roxyhart]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

That gig seemed to take way too long, and the fan girls were just way too insane. Roxy had packed all of the instruments up right away after Mess Of Me was done, and she needed to get the hell out of there. Thank god it wasn't her job to pack everything away, or she would've been seriously pissed.

The parking lot was full of cars, but empty of people. Most of them were still inside the arena where they had played, the majority of them screaming girls desperately trying to get the bands to take a picture with them. Yuckk.

Reaching into her back pocket, Roxy ruffled her long, straightened and styled, black hair with one hand while she pulled out her pink Hello Kitty lighter and a box of cherry flavored cigarette's with the other. She took out one of the cigarettes and replaced the box in her back pocket, putting the stick between her soft, pink lips, light pink lip rings in each corner, and light it up, taking in a long drag, tasting the fantastic cherry flavor she loved.

Roxy put the cig between her index and middle finger and replaced her lighter in her pocket, blowing out the smoke as she slowed down her pace. There wasn't a hurry to get back to the bus. The boys would surely be signing shit for at least another hour or so; that gave her plenty of time to relax before they went out that night, like the norm.

Looking around, Roxy found a pick-up truck where someone had left the back open. Standing with her back to it, Roxy put her hands on the edge and hoisted her thin frame up to sit on it. She stuck the cigarette between her lips and took in another drag, feeling the sweet burn in her throat, the cherry flavoring tickling her tongue. She definitely wasn't addicted to smoking like Marco was; Roxy just did it every once in awhile.

Running her fingers through her hair, Roxy blew the smoke from her mouth and tapped the ashes off of the cigarette, watching them fall to the pavement below her. She looked down at her violet Doc Martens happily and swung her legs back at forth, wondering what the night was going to be like.


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word count: 383
tags: gideon!

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[des]

The show had ended and the crowd was going nuts. The shock of adrenaline still hummed in his veins as he made his way backstage. He watched his band mates go their separate ways and made sure that whoever took his bass away kept a steady, careful grip on it. He didn't have to worry since Roxy, their guitar and bass tech would be sure to be careful with it. He had had that bass for a couple years. It was his last tie to his friends back home. Gideon tensed up, eyes wide. He turned the corner and noticed that a couple of fans had worked their way back stage. He forced a smile and they of course asked for a picture and autograph. Gideon didn't look the best. His shirt clung to his thin, lean frame. His two toned hair was damp and clung to his neck and face. He was covered in a thin coat of sweat, but the adrenaline kept his ego high so he didn't care what he looked like.

After giving the girls what they wanted, he made his way to a back room and quickly showered off. He emerged about ten minutes later and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. He fixed his hair and adorned his eyes in a semi-thick line of black eyeliner. He stretched and slipped on a pair of normal shoes. He had a habit of wearing large, scuffed up black combat boots on stage. It was just his thing, he guessed. He checked himself in the mirror then left the room, heading back out to the stage area. He made his way down the ramp and looked around. He was pretty sure the band hadn't scheduled a signing, so he was free to do what he wanted.

He walked through the crowd, getting praises, asked to sign various things, and even a few pictures. Once he was free of the fans, he made his way toward the parking lot. He had nothing better to do, but he made a mental note to stop and get some food later. He wandered into the parking lot and looked around. No one was around, save for a few who had snuck off toward the tour bus. He shuddered, thinking of that was what he dealt with every show. His bandmates, mainly him and Marco would bring in some fans and have a little fun. He didn't feel like doing that tonight. As he wandered, he caught sight of a familiar feminine form. Upon closer examination, he realized that it was indeed, Roxy Hart. He smirked and made his way toward her. He ignored the fact that she was smoking. He dealt with that enough from Marco.

He stood beside her, simply watching her. He wasn't sure what his feelings toward her were. Sure she was their tech and she spent a lot of time on the bus, be he loved to mess with her. Like every other girl he was interested in. He liked to test them, see if they would fight back or simply curl up in a ball or run. He figured she was a strong type of girl. That's what interested him in her, she spoke her mind and she fought back when he taunted her. You could almost say he had feelings for her. But he was not one to get into a deep relationship. Friends with benefits, maybe. Bed buddies, most definitely. But the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing, was the farthest thing from his mind. But without a doubt he did have fun with her.

tag;; Roxy
word count;; 598
outfit;; Here!
muse;; decent[/size]

[roxyhart]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

With narrowed, makeup-lined eyes, Roxy watched as a few fans, girls who were far too excited, managed to find where their bus was located, and Roxy watched as they stood in front of it, taking pictures and hopping around, hoping that they'd be good enough to sleep with the band.

Roxy hated fan girls. She hated them more than anything, and although she had a few reasons, she couldn't really figure out why. They were just so annoying, so desperate to meet these people that they thought knew everything about, but really didn't. All they knew was what interviews and shit like that told them. They didn't know who Lucas, Gid, and Marco were personally.

Naturally, Roxy was possessive of her band mates. She had been best friends with Marco since they had been in diapers; they had gone to school together and they played guitar together pretty much every day. She told him everything, and Marco was the one person in the world that Roxy had complete total trust in.

She didn't know Lucas or Gideon before the band formed, but they quickly got close. Lucas, the drummer, was a total sweetheart. Roxy liked hanging out with the guys more than anything. They were fun, and all of them had a great time. Roxy got along with them all in different ways. Lucas was fun to talk to, especially late at night. They had gotten into a deep conversation or two. Though she wouldn't dare admit it out loud, the blush on her cheeks quite often confirmed that Roxy had a thing for Lucas.

Though her actions with Gideon, the bassist, made Roxy wonder if anything would ever happen with Lucas. Gideon was, more or less, the stranger in the band. He had come to California from Finland, and he was adjusting to America. But Roxy got along with him quite well. Quite well. There was something about Gid that just got to Roxy. They got to each other, always challenging each other and teasing and playing. Roxy had ended up in bed with him on more than one occasion. She didn't quite know what she was doing relationship wise, but Roxy could tell that there wouldn't be a relationship between her and Gideon anytime soon.

"I swear to god, if I have to wake up to two giggling fan girls tomorrow morning..." She mumbled to herself, taking another long drag of her cigarette and blowing the smoke in the direction of the bus. Roxy didn't like feeling liek she was just another test to Gideon. The girl wasn't clingy or anything to him, but it just bothered her that he tested each girl that he met to see who would be worth his time. Clearly, Roxy was. But apparently so were some other girls, girls that were most likely putting on a huge front to appear cool to him. Eww.

Roxy peeled her gaze away from the tour bus and looked down at the ground to flick more ashes off of her cigarette, when she saw a pair of shoes that she recognized. Looking up, Roxy found herself looking at Gideon, looking back at her. "Why hello there," she said, giving him a quirky smirk as she stuck the cigarette between her lips, letting it hand there as she brought one of her legs up to rest on the truck bed, retying her boot. Speak of the devil. Roxy let her foot swing back down with the other one and she removed the cig from her mouth, blowing out smoke in his opposite direction. "How're you, babe?"



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tags: gideon!

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[des]

Gideon couldn't help but laugh as he heard what she mumbled to herself. He was well aware of Roxy's possessive nature toward the band. He was also aware of a few other things that he dare not speak of unless he felt like going into a fit of rage and hurting himself or someone nearby. Roxy played games with his head without even trying. He felt something for her, but didn't understand what it was yet. But he knew she had her eyes on the drummer. He quickly learned one thing on this tour. Women usually went directly toward every other person except the bassist. Though he did have his fair share of fans, he still found a tinge of jealousy as he watched his bandmates.

He turned his head away, catching a small hint of the smoke and waving away the stray strings of smoke that had rolled toward him. He looked back and kept his gaze on Roxy. He looked her over, wondering if he should just leave her be and find his band mates, or simply stay and see what happened. He wasn't sure what they had together, they got along save for the fact that he liked to tease her. He didn't have to test her, she had already made her way into his mind and sight the minute he laid eyes on her. He smiled and moved to lean against the truck. His icy gaze traced her. He had already had his nights with her, but he felt like she really didn't deserve it. He didn't want her to feel like just another playmate to him. He wanted to treat her like she should be treated. Not that he regretted those nights in bed with her. It just didn't feel comfortable to him.

He reached up and tugged at one of the longer strands of his hair that framed the base of his neck. He looked around, boredly. "Hello." He greeted, simply. He let his accent run wild, making his voice deep and rough. He thought about her question for a moment. "Tired, bored, only a little bit energetic, and craving food and something else." He replied, letting a small smirk pull at the corner of his thin, pale pink lips. Gideon had no problems speaking his mind. If he wanted something, he would tell someone or get it himself, depending on his mood. He ran his eyes over her again, then looks away, kicking some gravel with his shoes. He tilted his head in thought.

He looked back at Roxy and reached over, he slowly slid a hand along her hair, tugging at a couple strands. Then he moved his hand down to her shoulder, running his fingertips along her skin. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. It was just too enticing not too touch her skin. He watched his hand, getting lost in thought. He knew he probably never had a chance at being anything more than friends and occasional bed buddies. He was aware that she had stronger feelings for Lucas, but he wasn't exactly ready to accept that yet.

tag;; Roxy
word count;; 518
muse;; decent[/size]

[roxyhart]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

The things that Roxy felt towards Lucas and those she felt towards Gideon were two entirely different feelings, with some similarities, and major differences. It confused her greatly, and it frustrated her that Roxy couldn't really figure them out.

Lucas, on one hand, was a fantastic person to be around, all the time. Even when he was drunk, Roxy could handle him. He was a sweetheart, and he didn't care just about physical aspects of people. Roxy felt awkward talking to him sometimes, but he made her stomach do flips. And she couldn't figure out why.

Gideon, on the other hand, made Roxy's stomach flip for entirely different reasons. When she was around Gideon, Roxy just felt like being...bad. Sex wasn't always on her mind, but he brought out the more adventurous side of her, while Lucas brought out the sweeter side of her. Roxy couldn't help being attracted to both of them.

"Hello."

Mmm, Roxy could listen to that accent for hours on end. It made his words sound so rough, she liked it a lot. "Tired, bored, only a little bit energetic, and craving food and something else." A quiet laugh escaped Roxy's lips, along escaped a puff of smoke that she had inhaled a moment before. Swinging her legs, Roxy gave him a playful grin. "I think I know someone who can take care of that for you," she said, pointing with her two fingers, cigarette clenched in between, towards the two fan girls standing outside their tour bus.

Taking a final drag from her cigarette, which had quickly decreased in size, Roxy flicked it away from her, watching it land with a few ashy sparks a couple yards away. She blew the smoke from her mouth and watched it dissipate into the air. Her attention was brought back to Gideon when she felt his hand touch and lightly pull on her hair. It immediately brought a soft smile to her lips. Roxy let out a soft purr and watched him with interest.

Once Gid moved his fingertips far enough down her arm, she took his hand and laced their fingers together, squeezing his hand gently. Roxy didn't know what she wanted from Gideon. She liked their relationship as it was, but it still kind of bothered her that he and Marco brought girls onto the bus. "There's some left over pizza in the fridge on the bus," she proposed thoughtfully, not really in the mood to go out to eat anywhere.


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tags: gideon!

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[des]

Gideon kept his hand on her as she listend to her. He knew it was a sort of soft spot for her. He looked confused when she mentioned that someone could help him with his cravings. Naturally he got excited, thinking that person was in fact Roxy. Though sex was not the only thing he cared about. Sure his disorder brought on a constant need to have sex and keep his self image intact. But he could be a gentleman too. His smirk faltered as he followed her fingers to where they were pointed. He hadn't noticed the two fan girls that were waiting outside the bus. He sighed heavily. He tensed up and drew his attention back to Roxy. She had taken hold of his hand, their fingers laced.

He enjoyed the contact, but something in the back of his head told him to not get too attached. He knew that Lucas was the better choice and that he had no chance. So flirting with her and being with her like this was kind of painful for him. He glanced toward the two determined fan girls. They had taken to murmuring to themselves and giggling every now and then. He pulled his hand from hers and walked toward the two. He wasn't sure why they hung around. They giggled louder when he approached. He sighed and moved toward the door, making them back up. He tugged the door open and stepped away. They got even more excited, and ran up the stairs. He then shut the door behind them, watching their reactions.

The girls came back moments later and pounded on the door. He opened it and they pretty much clung to him, yelling and scolding him in almost the same voice. He rolled his eyes, they couldn't take a joke. Seems these two were only after him afterall. He glanced back at Roxy and shook his head. "Not tonight." He said, simply. They glared at him and moved along to another tour bus. He sighed and made his way back to Roxy. "No fan girls tonight. It's just you and me." he replied, smirking. He wanted to spend what time he did have with her before she completely went with Lucas and left him behind.

tag;; Roxy
word count;; 375
muse;; decent[/size]

[roxyhart]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

Roxy's smile dropped just slightly as Gid took his hand from hers. Flirting and such like this was slightly painful for Roxy, but she kept herself in check the majority of the time. The only time Roxy had truly felt hurt was after the first few times they slept together, and then Gid had brought a fan girl onto the bus one night. But that was long before she understood anything about his past.

But now, Roxy understood completely. And she had accepted it. She couldn't help but still be the least bit attracted to him, but it wasn't something she was going to become heartbroken over. Not too long ago, after Gid had gotten her a puppy that she affectionately named Nugget, they had a talk, sorting out where they stood at, and things were figured out now. Roxy could interview whomever Gid wanted to date, and he could interview whomever she wanted to date. It was better then trying to date each other and arguing all the time.

Tilting her head, Roxy watched with curious interest as Gideon walked over to their bus, and opened the door for the fan girls. A quick roll of her eyes returned her gazy to her violet boots for a moment before she looked back up, seeing Gid standing outside, and she heard pounding on the door. A smile immediately spread across her face. Stupid fucking fan girls. Roxy put one leg over the other and rested her elbow upon her knee, cradling her chin in her hands. The fan girls yelled at Gideon and Roxy couldn't help but laugh.

A contented purr escaped her slightly parted lips as Gid returned back to where she was. "Not tonight." He said, simply.... "No fan girls tonight. It's just you and me."

"Thank God," Roxy said with a slightly smug smile, sick of those grody girls being on her bus with her band. Roxy sure as hell wasn't going to totally ditch Gid if she got with Luke; they would still remain crazily close. But Roxy needed stability in a relationship. She couldn't risk being an experiment.

Roxy uncrossed her legs and extended both of them, along with her arms. She smiled at Gid softly, bouncing up and down on her butt a little bit. "Piggy back ride back to the bus? Or somewhere to get food?" She proposed to him, smiling childishly. He was still one of her best friends, Roxy wasn't gonna let him forget it.


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word count: 428
tags: gideon!

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