I Believe In Love At First Sight - Page 21 - Avril Lavigne Bandaids: The Best Damn Avril Lavigne Fansite

xx Leila xx · 07-07-2008, 12:08 AM

Two weeks later

Deryck’s POV

“Thank you so much for coming out tonight - you guys are the best!” I yelled into the microphone. My voice was devoid of emotion. I love my fans and all, but when you say the same thing every night, it starts to lose its meaning.

As I left the stage with my bandmates, I felt a sense of relief. This was our last show for 2002 - we were all going home to take December off. I, like everyone else, was in need of a break.

“C’mon, let’s go to the bus now,” I whispered to the rest of the band. “Before the fangirls make it to the stage door.” I was exhausted and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with squealing teenage girls right now. By now, we’re experts at dodging them, and within fifteen minutes we were back on the bus.

“We’re finally done!” exclaimed Dave. He fell into one of the armchairs in the main room. “I can’t wait to get home.” Steve, Cone, and I all mumbled in agreement. We had been on a promo tour for Does This Look Infected? for several months now, and we were all exhausted.

Cone smiled and said, “Me either. It’s been almost a month since I’ve seen Shannon.”

Friends always have to go reminding you of what you don’t have. I was jealous of Cone and Dave - both of them had someone waiting at home for them. No one was looking forward to spending the next two weeks with me. Well, there’s my mom, but that doesn’t count.

Steve sensed my discomfort and said, “Quit moping, Deryck. If it cheers you up, I’ll take you to find a prostitute tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now,” I replied sarcastically. Even though I was being snarky with Steve, the thought actually appealed to me. I hadn’t been with a woman in months. Maybe that’s why I feel so shitty. Hell, maybe that’s why I’m so nuts about Avril.

“I’ll go with you, but you have to buy the drinks,” I told Steve, stretching out on the couch.

“Jeez, picky. Fine.”

That night, when I went to sleep, I actually found myself looking forward to tomorrow.

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“Holy shit!”

“WHAT IS IT?” I had to yell to be heard over the thumping bass of the dance music that was being played in the club.

“Dude...look at her!” Steve was trying not to be obvious about who he was ogling, but he also had to raise his voice to communicate with me.

I turned my head and saw the object of Steve’s attention - a young brunette who was dancing on the floor with her friends. She looked pretty to me, but I was also very drunk, so I wasn’t sure how attractive she really was. Her long, curly hair bounced as she swayed her hips in time to the deafeningly loud music.

“Damn,” I heard Steve mutter. “I’d take her over a hooker any day.” I had to admit, that girl was more beautiful than most prostitutes I had seen. She had an innocent look about her. The male competitiveness in me emerged and I turned to Steve, ready to challenge him.

“If you can nail her tonight, I’ll pay you a hundred bucks,” I offered. A drunken grin spread across his face.

“Okay. And I’ll pay you a hundred if you can nail...her.” He jerked his head to indicate which girl he meant. When I saw, I suddenly got very nervous.

There, sitting at the bar with a gaggle of friends, was Paris Hilton, the famous heiress. She was gorgeous - and, I knew, way out of my league.

“Are you fucking nuts?” I exclaimed. Steve and I both watched as she sipped her drink, which looked like vodka. She was gripping her glass with long, slender fingers that were tipped with pale pink nails. I looked back at my friend.

“There is no way,” I stated simply. “No fucking way.”

“I’ll make it two hundred.”

I was about to tell Steve to go fuck himself, but I stopped. I don’t like to be seen as wimp, and I couldn’t make myself turn down his challenge.

“Fine,” I said, somewhat begrudgingly. “You’re on.”

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A/N: You have no idea how hard it was for me to write Paris Hilton as being attractive to the storyteller.

And I know it looks short in this horribly formatted forum, but it's almost two page in Word and took me more than an hour to write - so don't complain.