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Monday and the Bad Case Of Demonic Possessions: Part 3

3. KitKat- Hellhound On the Loose (Not the First Time)

Summary:  A favourite Hellhound goes missing and Monday calls in some favours.

Warnings: Swearing

After my show had ended and I felt like it, I decided that it was time to actually start looking for my favourite Hellhound, KitKat. KitKat was different, to say the least, he was my favourite and Luci’s too and he had a tendency to escape Hell and his kennel with all the other little Hellhound puppies. This wasn’t the first time that KitKat escaped, he’s already escaped four times this year and countless other times in the time he’s been around.

Like always, I start by trying to track down rouge crossroad deals to see if KitKat wanted to drag some people down to Hell. That’s what it was last time but so far it was looking like something else. Maybe he got bored of Hell. I did and that’s why I spend all my time up here, fixing up demon’s mess but the views sure do beat Hell by a long shot. I couldn’t find any links between rogue crossroads deals and the places that KitKat had been. See KitKat had a thing for leaving things (dead people) in his path and so far my contacts had nothing which meant I might have to call in a favour.

I hated calling in my favour. I had millions to call in but I always save them for dire situations, for example, the apocalypse or if I die, or if I get kicked out of this job, not finding lost Hellhounds but it’s time to use one.

One of the favours I have been keeping for a very long time is from a crossroads demon called Nyla. I saved her ass from a lifetime of torture due to a small misunderstanding between her and a prince of Hell called Azazel. He wanted her to pay for her mistake but I said that I would torture her for the rest of her days and well conveniently ‘died’ a few days later and she owes me one now.

I did not want to do this in the slightest but I needed to find this stupid dog or my head was going to be served on a silver platter and feed to Luci. I don’t want that to happen just yet.

I was going to do this the old fashioned way. I wasn’t going to call Nyla and say ‘What up? I’m here to call in my favour from a few centuries ago’. No, I was going to be a bit dramatic. I was going to go to the crossroads and try to sell my non-existent soul to Nyla. Yep, I’m way too dramatic these days. Stupid T.V shows.

I showed up at the first crossroads I could find. It was quite easy actually. I knew where every crossroad was. It was quite simple how to sell your soul for a wish, all you need is a small box with a picture of you in it, graveyard dirt and a bone from a black cat, place it all in then bury it at the centre of the crossroad then wait for a demon to show. I did all that then wrote a little note in Enochian, language mainly used by angels (stupid winged sons of bitches (Demons know Enochian but we don’t use it too much but I do because I like to piss of angels. Raziel can suck my dick) saying that I want Nyla to do the deal. Now comes the waiting.

Normally, it takes longer than five seconds for a crossroads demon to get out of Hell and to the crossroads but Nyla was here now. She was a basic crossroads bitch. Made to look hot so guys would sell their soul.

“You know that there are easier ways to contact me then via a deal, Monday,” Nyla commented in a wonderful accent.

“Yeah I know but I’m dramatic and you know that Nyla,” I said.

All the crossroads demons like me. Most of them I saved from being tortured for the rest of their lives. They all love me now and if Hell needs a Queen, it would be me. I know a few demons who wouldn’t like that but I don’t care.

Nyla and I talked about using my favour to help get a lock on where this stupid Hellhound might be and what he’s doing. Why can’t he just wander back to Hell himself? She agreed to help me find this stupid little shit and off we went on this adventure.

I should mention that this adventure was not done in the normal ways, like car or train or plane, it was done as the smoke clouds that we really are. It was easier that way, we could fly and it made looking for a Hellhound five times easier.

It took a while but we found KitKat’s vague location. This stupid puppy was nowhere near where I was and I didn’t have a body right now. Once Nyla and I were back inside the bodies, we went our separate ways, her back to Hell and me to the wonderful city of San Diego. All I have to do was snap my fingers and I was there.

I once again got into the best hotel and took the best room. I got into some FBI databases thanks to an inside agent that I placed there myself (think of it as a sort of witness protection). These FBI agents had been looking into a bunch of dog attacks in the city. The victims barely made it out alive and had told the agents that they were attacked by something invisible. I knew that I had to go and talk to them. Now it’s time to play dress-up again.

Once I had become an FBI agent, I went and talked to the real FBI about these attacks. I talked to the best-looking agent, agent smith, about these attacks and he gave me all the information that I needed to prove that it was that Hellhound piece of shit, KitKat, then I disappeared.

I got out of dress-up gear and turned on the T.V to watch some stupid show about cops and all that crap. It wasn’t horrible but I used it more like background noise, so I could start writing up Jess’ report and send it to Luci. I completely ignored writing Jared’s because it was very work in progress.

Once the reports were done, I went to bed. Well, demons don’t need sleep but I like it. One time, I slept for five weeks and people thought I was dead. It was fun. I like to sleep because time seems passes faster and it reminds me of Hell. One month in Hell time is equivalent to 10 human months.

It was about three in the morning when I woke up. It was easier to search for my Hellhound. Don’t ask why with the time but it was easier to do things at night or early morning sometimes.

I found the best looking car and took it. It was easy to find KitKat once I got a trace of him. It only took a short period of time before I found him. He was in some backyard. I stole a laptop from the house and looked up the residents. They were the Miltons. Nice, quiet family with two kids, one boy, and one girl, and they had a dog called Kat. That’s where KitKat was. I got out of the car and went to retrieve my dog.

It was quite easy to find KitKat. Well to everyone else, he’s invisible but I’m a demon so I can see him. He was asleep with a tiny little poof of a dog tucked up with him. I walked over to KitKat and he woke up and bounced over to me. Stupid mut, I love him. He was happy to see me. He must have gotten lost. Sad doggo. Now I was going to be mean.

“You stupid dog, do you know how much I have looked for you? Luci sent me here to find you and what are you doing? You are asleep with some poof that’s not even a dog! I thought that you would be killing human or making half breeds but no you stupid dog I love you and don’t do that again okay?” I ranted and KitKat whimpered in agreement.

I put KitKat in the car and we drove to the edge of the city where I made a call and used another favour. This demon owed me a lot and using one favour wouldn’t hurt me. This demon was Amy. Amy was a demon but no ordinary demon. He was a great president of Hell who had about thirty-six legions of demons under his command and he was one of the few higher-ranked demons who liked me in my position. He supported me and he owed me a fair few favours, so I called him. Hell has its own telecom services. They don’t work too well.

“Yo Amy, can you send someone to open the gate, I have KitKat,”

“Yes, Luce’s dog, and I want to give him back so my head isn’t cut off,”

“Okay fine, I’ll wait but make sure he goes to Luci or someone who will give him to Luci,”

“You’ll do it, great tell him I said Hi,”

It was pretty one-sided. Amy didn’t talk much and demons can communicate via thoughts but I prefer speech.

I waited a moment and a hole opened in the ground and Amy appeared. He said thanks and took KitKat back home.

Once the gate waws shut, I called Luci. He picked up quickly.

“If this is about returning KitKat, I know, He’s sitting on my lap,” He said.

Okay, I knew that KitKat was a favourite but I didn’t know he was the favourite favourite. You learn something new every day.

“Yeah it was about KitKat but since he’s fine, I’ll leave you two along. Bye!” I hung up. I did not want to become involved in that love fest.

After a long day of Hellhound hunting all I wanted was a nice cocktail and some doughnuts and a good movie. Something that I always do is watch horror movies. It’s cliched but I’m a demon and I can complain about the acting and how it’s all fake and that not a single person in those movies would be able to survive a night in a haunted house, not even Jared’s house which is pretty basic.

The first horror movie that I found, I started to watch. Well, I didn’t get to watch much of it because my stupid phone started to ring again. I swear to something if it’s Luci asking me to do something I will hang up. I grabbed the phone off the bed and it was Jared. That was a surprise.

“What do you want?”

“There are teens coming to the house and they know how to perform an exorcism,”

That’s bad. That is very bad. Scrap bad, it was the worst thing that could be happening to Jared right now.

“On my way,” This is not what I want to be doing up duty calls.

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Monday and the Bad Case Of Demonic Possessions: Part 2

2. Jessica- Possessed a Human and is Stuck (Newbie) Part one

Summary:  Monday has to deal with a demon stuck in a little girl

Warnings: Swearing

After the Jared thing with him and his obsession with killing teenagers (it’s quite typical, he’s a basic bitch), my phone rang. The impression is that in Hell there is no phone service, which is quite true, but there is phone service on Earth which is were Luci is chilling out right now. He has this little place (penthouse apartment in L.A) where he runs Hell from. He said he needed a sea change. My phone is still ringing and it’s Luci.

“Yo Luce, what’s up?” I answered the phone

“Monday I would prefer if you-you know what don’t bother, I have another thing for you to deal with,” He said. He was going to ask me not to call him Luci and address him properly but he knows that I’m always going to call him Luci. Once you get a nickname, you’re stuck with it.

“What is it this time?” I don’t want to do anything else.

“It’s Jessica, she was meant to send in an update about her corruption of this family was going and her last update was three weeks ago and I’m starting to get concerned,” He said. Who said that Satan didn’t have feelings now?

“Well I’ll call her to see what’s going on, and if it’s major, I’ll go and see what’s the real issue,” I said. If it’s major, I’ll go if not, I’m getting a hotel room and a few guys and spending Hell’s money.

“Okay thank you, Monday,” He hung up the phone.

I seriously don’t know why I took this job.

I sighed and dialled Jessica’s number. It appeared in my phone just now. I don’t even know this demon. Well, I’ve heard that this is her first case and demons normally screw up on the first one. I did but Luci got over it pretty fast because I took this job. He forgot about the screw up because he needed someone to do this job. Most demons and other hellspawn don’t like me. The senior demons who wanted this job and had been wanting centuries for any shot at this job got shot down quickly because I was chosen. I may be disliked by everyone but the job has perks.

I rung the number and Jessica picked up. “Hello? Lucifer? I need help,”

Great another worried newbie, “Hey, Jess, it’s Monday here. I look after all the up top demons, do you know who I am?”

“Oh thank satan someone is going to help me,” she sounded quite relieved at that.

“Yeah I am but I need to know what’s wrong first and where you are, cool?” I hate this part of the job. Kill me now, God.

“Oh, I’m stuck in a human, I tried to possess this girl so it was easier to corrupt this family but it didn’t work the girl…” She was rambling on about how this girl had some sort of protection up and she was now stuck inside her.

Not the first time I’ve heard that one. Stupid newbie demons. They have no idea and they think it's so easy to do everything. I want to smite them all.

“Okay Jess, just calm down, tell me where you are and I’ll appear and try to help okay?”

“Okay, I’m in Baltimore, Maryland,” She said. It should be simple how many demons are there.

“Okay good ol’ Balty, I’ll be there in a moment, okay just behave yourself and I’ll be there in a moment,” I said. I hate this job.

“Okay,” she hung up on me! I’m fine with Luci doing it but a low-rank nobody who is stuck in a human. Oh, I am going to smite her ass so fast she can’t even ask Luci for help or maybe I’ll torture her ass so much that she’ll beg for me to stop. That’ll teach her.

Once I managed to track her. Demons leak, you can trace that back to a certain spot. She was trapped inside some kid who lived in a pretty nice suburban house at the end of the cul-de-sac like every other stuck up white princess. Great. I called her again.

“Jess, I need to ask a few important questions okay? Just answer them and don’t ramble, got it?” I didn’t wait for a response “Okay question number one, what was your mission?”

“Umm… mission yeah my miss-mission was to corrupt the father, I think, to take bribes and stuff and sleep around and stop going to church, Lucifer wasn’t too specific actually,” Thank Luci, she answered the question.

“Okay number two, why did you possess the girl?”

“Well parents listen to their children more than anything so I possessed her so that they would listen to me better,” Stupid demon, no parents, especially religious one, are going to listen to a child sporting demonic mumbo jumbo.

“Last one, when did you possess the girl and are they trying to get you exorcised?”

“Umm… it was a while back now and I think so,” she said.

That is just fan-fucking-tastic! An exorcism is just great! It’s just the world’s greatest idea. if my ideas could roll further back then they already did, they would. I can’t believe that this demonic piece of shit is going to get exorcised because of a stupid mistake. Such is life.

I focused in on the parents for a second and placed an idea in their head. They need to get their girl a doctor. They think that she’s sick in the head (Jessica is but not my point) and needs a doctor.

Once I did that, I found the best looking car on the street and drove it to the best hotel in town. On this drive, the parents called and asked if I could see their child and I agreed.

Once I was in my best doctor outfit and was prepared to do this, I rung the doorbell. An older woman, late thirties, opened the door for me and told me to come inside. I sat down with them and talked about what was wrong with their child. It took all of me not to just burst out and call Jess out for her stupid actions. I need a lot of strength right now.

After playing Dr Ophelia Cartwright and talking to the family and trying my best to finish Jessica’s mission, I managed to convince them that I needed to speak to Jess (well their daughter Erica) alone to see what was fully wrong with her.

I got up to Jess’ bedroom and oh boy, was it pink. It was like every little girl’s paradise and they was Jess, sitting on the bed playing with one of those stupid Barbie Dolls that I used to burn.

“Hey Monday, are you here to rescue me?” She said in a very childlike matter. (Note to self, never possess a young child under any circumstances.)

“Well I’m here to do my best and I have an idea that might help you,” I said. I picked up the Barbie and ripped its head off.

“Which is?” She tilted her head to the side like my favourite Hellhound KitKat does.

“Multiple Personality Disorder, it’s a human brain thing and it might work if you act like Erica every so often until I can find a proper way to get you out of this,” I gestured to the vessel that she was using.

“Okay fine, I’ll do it but you’ll get me some help soon and I can you if I need,” She was so weird. I hate this.

“Yeah I will, just be patient, okay and I’ll be there with some help soon,” I said

She flung herself onto me and hugged me. I tensed up and patted her awkwardly on the back and I left.

I walked downstairs to tell the parents that she might have multiple personality disorder and they agreed with my ‘diagnose’ and that is was not necessary to have some perform an exorcism on Erica, well Jess. (It was easy, I used some of my powers). I remembered that I had to tell Jess something. I lied to the parents and told Jess to call me, if she, somehow, got out of the child. She promised me that she would then left the house.

Once I got back to the wonderful hotel that I somehow got the penthouse in (demon powers again, like I said some perks). I got out of the stupid doctor outfit that I had on and back into my normal clothes.

I had just sat down with a nice cold beer in my hand and Netflix ready to play my favourite show when my phone rang. With a snap of my fingers, my phone was in my hand and Luci was calling again. This guy is in L.A with all the hottest chicks and dicks around and he is calling me. Some part of me wanted to hang up and ignore him but I knew the consequences of doing that, so I had to answer him.

“What?” I answered

“KitKat’s on the loose, find him,” He hung up.

Great stupid animal. I love him but I hate him and now I had to find him but that could wait until after my show.

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Monday and the Bad Case Of Demonic Possessions: Part 1

1. Jared- Possesses Houses and Likes to Kill Teenagers (Typical) Part 1

Summary:  Monday:Looks over the demons who live on the surface of earth, not in Hell, and makes sure they follow some rules.

Warnings: Swearing

“If you want to make these kids suffer that’s not my problem but you can’t kill any of them,” I said to the wall of this house. I know it sounds like I’m going crazy but I’m not. Jared just didn’t want to show up, well show out of the walls. He’s the demon that has been living in these walls for years and now he’s getting bored so he’s torturing and killing the kids that visit the house.

There’s plenty of stories about this house.

“Why not?” asked the wall, well Jared, “I thought I had to kill them, I killed the last lot”

“And look at what happened! People wanted to tear it down!” I said, trying my best to remain calm. Jared, all he wants is to kill the innocent, stupid teenagers.

“But it’s my job. I have to kill them,” he replied

“No, Jared. I’m here to tell you, on behalf of you-know-who, to just maim the kids, no murder” I was starting to get annoyed now.

“Why’d he send you?” He could have asked a million questions but he asked that one.

sighing, “because he’s busy and has better things to deal with,”

“I thought you domain was torture, so why can’t I kill them now?” He’s really this stupid and I am about to kill him myself.

“Yes it is and that’s why I’m fine with torture, but we can’t draw too much attention to ourselves and our kind or people will come and try to exorcise the house and then you are sent back to Hell and will have to deal with Luci and he’s complaining and he will kill you,” I said. All of that is true, well he’d be killed first but I’ll just make it a bit more light for him.

“Okay, I’ll just injure the kids,” he paused, What can this idiot be thinking about, then continued “What about GBH?”

GBH is grievous bodily harm and everyone knows that. “If it is going to kill them in the long run or make them comatose them no, if it’s a broken arm, leg or rib, that’s fine, a few large slashes fine, blood down the walls, great,” I sighed before diving into the bag to find the ‘rule’ book, so to say, and place it up against the wall.

What looked like a cloud of black smoke trying to form an arm, picked up the book and it disappeared into the wall. A few moments later, Jared said “What does this mean? Why can’t I do anything major? This sucks!”

“You can’t do anything major because I have to cover the tracks up and I just can’t snap my fingers and make everything seem normal if a kid is dead” I need to find a new job, “I just can’t go ‘sorry your friend’s entire head spun around due to a freak medical episode’ or ‘your friend died because a beam fell on him’ when there is no structural damage, can I now?

The walls creaked and I took that as a sign that Jared went to a different area of the house. “If you break the rules, you know what happens and call me once they leave so I can make this seem normal, okay?” I yelled out then walked out of the house.

A long time ago, I was torturing people in Hell or at least making some lives hell or I was corrupting the innocent but not anymore. Now I make sure the surface demons aren’t going to get us killed or the gates of Hell shut. It’s the case scenario but we can’t have it happen. Now I work for Lucifer, the devil, Satan, or whatever the humans call him nowadays. I call him Luci but I’m allowed to. He makes me keep things in order up top so that he can look after things downstairs. If you think about it, I rule over these demons I could be like a queen of these demons. I’m not but it doesn't matter. I'm trying my best to do this new job and so far it's going okay.

Okay I lied. This job is hard. No one listens to me. The last stupid teenagers that went into an house and screwed around with demonic crap, ended with me showing up, as a teenager (possessed a friend, she was fine) to tell them to stop then had to use some power to get Sam to behave and not kill any teens. Sam was killed after this incident and now no-one visits the house and the gang thinks their friend has super powers and I had to wipe a few memories. This job is not fun.

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Summer Is A  Curse’s Band Masterlist

Here is a masterlist to all of the fanfics I’ve written about bands I like.

I do take requests!

The Faim

Amelie - Sam goes on a date and his date tells a story. Based around the song Amelie by The Faim.

Ecstacy - Josh meets a girl. This is the tale of them. Based around the song Ecstacy by The Faim

A Million Stars / My Heart Needs To Breathe - Boy meets girl. Based around both A Million Stars and My Heart Needs To Breathe by The Faim.

Waterparks

Entertainment - A little story based around Awsten Knight and the adventures of creating Entertainment, album number 2.

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Amelie - The Faim

Summary: Sam goes on a date and his date tells a story. Based around the song Amelie by The Faim.

Words: 1205

Pairing: Sam Tye x OFC

A/N:  It's another The Faim one shot seeing that the album was released a few days ago and I love these boys. This one's based around Amelie. Enjoy! The italics within the story are Amelie's story. Enjoy! Also this is a bit sad and triggering to some people, so I will apologise first

WARNINGS: IMPLIED SUICIDE

"Tell me a story," Sam said to the girl he was seated across from.

It was his first date in a long time and his date was interesting. She was beautiful in ever sense of the word. Sam knew that this date had to well or ,knowing his luck, he would never see this girl again. Amelie. Her name was Amelie.

"Why do you want to hear a story?" She questioned.

"Stories are fun, and they are a good way to get to know people," Sam replied.

Simple enough. He also liked to see how much people were willing to talk about themselves on a date. Some girls talked for too long and didn't let Sam get a word in. Those dates never got a second date.

"Fair enough, what would you like to know about?" Amelie asked, twirling the straw around her glass.

She had plenty of stories to tell but she didn't want to tell Sam everything already. She barely knew him but he was cute and the sweetest guy she had been on a date with for the first time in years.

"Tell me about your childhood or teenage years," Sam suggested.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story about someone I know and you have to guess if this protagonist is me or a friend," She replied.

"Okay, tell me a story," Sam said.

Supposedly this girl has a beautiful mind. She could create worlds that could keep an audience engaged for days. She could draw these same worlds with all the details but nobody knew this. She liked to keep this hidden. Everyone around her knew her for something different. She didn't want to be normal. She was different and different was bad to everyone around her. People thought that all she was good for was defying the status quo. She was different and she kept running form this. All she did was run. Sometimes she didn't know why but she knew, deep down, that if she wanted to be herself, she had to run.

She was fifteen when the people she thought loved and cared about her cast her out. It was in the dead of the night. She was broken hearted and she had no clue about why they did what they did. She couldn't stop thinking about it. 'Why? What did I do wrong?' she questioned. She was different and people didn't like that. Fifteen was too young and she didn't understand why this was happening to her.

She had to nowhere to go. She couldn't hide. People would come after her if she returned and she didn't know what to do. She knew that she couldn't go back. She knew she couldn't hide but she tried.

This girl was like a rolling stone. As soon as her head was on the ground, that was her place until she ran again. She didn't stay too long in a place. She had to keep running. It was all she knew. She knew that while she was running, she wouldn't be able to find salvation. Someone told her once that you can't find salvation when you're running. She didn't care though. She kept running.

She did try and return but it was no use. All the people that she thought cared about her were gone. She didn't know where or why but they were all gone. Is this why she couldn't come home? Because everything leaves. She didn't know why and part of her didn't need an answer. She had become use to this life of running and hiding and she was getting good at it, sadly enough.

She cried. For the first time since she was forced out, she cried. She wasn't crying because everyone was gone but she was crying because everything was too much. She didn't want to be here anymore. Here wasn't a place exactly, it was more of a feeling. She cried, knowing that no one would ever know that she cried. She vowed to herself to never cry again after today. It was no use. Crying only worked for little kids with people who loved them, not lonely teenagers.

It was a lonely night down by the river when she asked for redemption. She begged that she would be 'normal', go back and be what everyone wanted her to be. She almost cried again as well. All she wanted was redemption. She knew that she wouldn't get any. A wise person told her that redemption doesn't come twice, especially when you're running from something.

That same night, while she slept, she dreamed. She didn't dream about the past or trying to get her old life back but she dreamed about something different. She dreamed about angels. She dreamed that a nicely dressed man, came down from the sky and asked her to dance. She thought this man was an angel. He called her a lonely angel and they danced. They danced until she woke up. That was the first time that she felt safe and peaceful.

This same dream happened again. This time it was different. The angel still asked her to dance but this time, they danced. They danced, and danced and danced. When she tried to wake up and run again, she could and the angel whispered to her  'Dance with me, until we die'. She tried to wake up again but it was no use. She was stuck dancing with the dangerously beautiful angel. Resisting was no use.

When she did finally wake up, she begged and fought. There was nothing to fight around her. No actual threats but she fought and begged. For hours, she screamed at the sky, begged, but it was all no use. She stood up and screamed at the sky one more time and this time she screamed, 'IS THERE ANY WAY OUT?' She needed an answer and yet she was despite for one but she didn't get one.

She screamed at the sky again and this time would be the last time. It was as if the sky heard her and delivered her an answer. A solution to all for her pain, misery and suffering. A way out.

"So what do think Sam?" Amelie had finished her story, "Really happened to me or fake?"

"I think it was a good story," Sam said.

It was true. This story had made Sam think. He didn't know if it was a real story that Amelie knew or if she was that great of a storyteller that it was fake. He didn't know. He wanted to know but sometimes secrets are good.

"Well do you want to know if it's fake or real?" Amelie had a wicked smile plastered on her face as she leaned across the table.

She quietly whispered the answer in Sam's ear, sat back in her chair and watched his face change. She was quite the storyteller.

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A Million Stars / My Heart Needs To Breathe - The Faim

Summary: Boy meets girl. Based around both A Million Stars and My Heart Needs To Breathe by The Faim.

Pairing: male x female

Words: 1074

A/N: If you have never heard of The Faim before you have to go listen to them!  This one is based around their song A Million Stars with the ending coming from My Heart Needs To Breathe. Hope you enjoy!

The second time he saw her was also the last time. He met her, for the second time, up at the famous Hollywood sign. He had no clue how they got up here but that didn't matter. She had a bright red tongue and a handful on red vines. She was having the time of her live, and he was jealous that she was so carefree when compared to him.

The pair drank fifteen bottles of Corona and lime. They smashed them all. They were out of their minds. The next thing that he remembers is her, holding his hand, dragging him into the backseat of her Volvo, smoking and taking off her clothes. She pulled his hair and he was ready to go. She pinned him down and he was ready to blow, just a bomb.

To ruin a good night the cops turned up at quarter to three. The pair thought they had more time. She wasn't going down alone though. She had him. They were going down together, no matter the consequences. They tossed the drugs, praying never to be caught and she got rid of the weed. He never questioned how. They shared what would become there final kiss before they were told to leave.

After all that happened on that magical weekend, he was still hung up on her. He tried everything. He called. He texted. He even tried to ask random strangers if they had seen her but it was no luck. She's been running through his dreams and it's been driving him crazy.

He was out of luck and asked one final person and he got one sliver of hope but his hopes were crushed when the stranger said that they saw the infamous girl leave on her way to Portland and that she had been spotted there.

It has been two years and he's never seen her again.

Now with a successful career as a musican, he pulled up to the studio and to his suprise, he saw her face. She wasn't there in person but on the cover of a magazine. Her face was in all of the magazines he picked up. He couldn't bring himself to read the headlines thought. He wanted to stay in that memory.

Now he's sitting on his sofa in his nice LA place, trying his best to drink away the memory of her. His mind started to wonder. It did that along. It's how it go the inspiration for most of this band's work. His mind was a crazy place. It had started to wonder about her. He wanted to know if she still thinks about him and that weekend up at the Hollywood sign. He sure did and he just needed to know.

At first, he didn't think that they would get along. They were too different but opposites attract, right? Back then, he was a struggling musician who just wanted to get a gig and play to a few kids. He wanted to show his music to the world. She was the definition of beauty. She was the epitome of beauty, grace and perfection.

She was perfect and he had more flaws than humanly possible.

She was beautiful and he was ugly.

She was the beauty and he was the beast.

But after making to the move to talk to her, his decision pushed by his friends and band mates, he found out that her favourite song was 'Billie Jean'. From then on, he knew that she was all that he could ever want. All that he could even need. But it was too good to be true.

Four years have passed from that weekend and life was good. That was a lie. His band was going good but he was still hung up on her. Little Miss Perfect and the perfect weekend. Nothing was perfect and even when he said that he was, he wasn't. Nothing is perfect. Nothing is perfect for the imperfect boy that he is. He ended up treating himself like an insect that has been wrapped up in a web and is now waiting for the end.

Thinking about that weekend, even four years later, got him feeling all crushed out. Like he was he hooker that was all smacked down. Thinking about her felt like paying rent for something that wasn't his. He saw that he had two options here. Find the girl and make her his or drink away the pain. It was either one of those options.

While he was thinking about his next album, she once again appear in his mind. He was doing so well not thinking about her. He was finally starting to get back out there but she came back into his mind like a ton of bricks tumbling down a steep cliff. In all honesty, she was a bit of a hit and a miss. He didn't sign up for that, he was sure of that, but he still couldn't help it. She had that poisonous kiss that was designed to drag him down. When together, they were hopeless and hell-bound, caught in a meltdown. It was almost like he was a junkie; desperate for her love, desperate for the self destruction. But was it really her love? Was it? Or was two people who just wanted some attention?

He wanted her to treat him like her voodoo doll. so she could just use him whenever. He wanted that sexy girl to do whatever she wanted to do with him. Use him for her own pleasure. He wanted her in too many ways to count. It was self destruction at its finest.

Sometimes, he used this girl as inspiration for his music. He wrote songs about the magical weekend up at the Hollywood sign. He wrote a song about how he wanted her so badly it was self desctructive. He wrote another song about her as if it was a normal thing. He wrote a song about her. All the songs could be related back to that magical weekend.

Sometimes all he wanted to do though was stop and look at the millions of stars that were in the sky, just like on that weekend.

[thesummerisacurse]

Ecstacy - The Faim

Summary: Josh meets a girl. This is the tale of them.

Pairing: Josh Raven x fem! Reader

Words: 961

A/N: If you have never heard of The Faim before you have to go listen to them! Ecstacy is a new song  and this is a story about it! The picture is Josh, The Faim's lead singer! Enjoy! Picture is mine.

It was just another Friday night for Josh. He had just found a friend, we'll call her that. He was ready for the night. He had his Ray Bans on and was enjoying the music that was playing through the car's stereo system. It was Slayer and he had to bang his head along to the beat. His friend next to him was so damn perfect. She had a Misfits tattoo on her arm. Josh had only just met this girl and she had just met Josh.

She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a band tee and the standout feature; her purple hair. Josh loved that and he had only just met her. It was her actions that dragged Josh in and made him stuck with her, even though he knew nothing about her.

His friend was the one who made the first move. She came at him like she wanted to fight him. She was outstanding and different. Josh would say that she's like a disco ball with neon lights. It didn't help that she had purple hair. It was so bright as well. He was under her spell in moments.

Josh knew from the second he laid eyes on the girl that she was no good for him but it was no use. She had caught him. She caught him with her perfect taste. Josh knew it was no luck to fight this. He was going down in the flames that this girl lived in. Josh knew she was bad for him. She was just like ecstasy. He knew that he was going down with this girl.

The night took a turn once they left the bar together. She wanted to drive, even though it was Josh's car. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger and she knew it. Josh kept looking over at speedometer ever so often to see how fast his perfect girl was going. She was going so fast. She was driving so fast that was making hard to see the red lights flash on the boulevard. Josh didn't care thought, he was just going to let her drive, drive, drive.

She drove to her place. It was interesting. This has never happened before. Josh didn't know how to feel about this, but one thing was for sure, he was enjoying this. The girl pulled Josh aside and she dragged him straight into the basement. This was new for Josh. He was not scared. This was going to be one of the greatest nights of his life.

Once in this basement, it was nothing like he had expected. He expected something much different to what he was seeing before him. It was good. Josh set all his inhibitions aside as the girl started to make her moves. She tied him up as if she was strapping him in for the ride and for the first time he thought something different. He felt like he was going to die. He didn't know how but he felt it.

After that night, Josh knew that he had lost it. He was fading. He knew that she was crazy but there was no use trying to change her.  He hated the fact that he was in love with her. He hated it so much but he needed to feel her, for without it he would die. She tasted so good. She looked even better. The sounds she could make were one of a kind. The way her skin felt beneath his was indescribable. The way that their lips moved in sync when they kissed was life changing. The best part was that she fucked so well. Josh didn't know how to describe it. He was lost for words. He knew that she was no good him.

She was self destruction at is finest, he now just realised. He was so oblivious to it on that night but now he realised. He realised it. It should have came to him in the way that she asked him all the questions, made all the first moves but he didn't realise it. He should have realised it when she asked him if she could drive. He should have realised it when she was speeding so fast that the lights looked like stars. He didn't realise it then. He should have realised it when she dragged him downstairs and tied him up. He didn't realise it then.

Josh was too late. He didn't realise the signs until he was too late. He was too late to fix her, to help her. He didn't even think for a second that she needed help or that she broken so badly that she could never be fixed. He was too late and he felt it.

That was three years ago. That night was three years ago. 1095 days. Josh didn't expect any of what happened next.

Now he's learnt the signs and is ready to help people just like her. People just like his purple hair princess. He saw her once again after that night and helped her. He helped her the best he could. He didn't too well at first but he was helping her.

It was moments like this, her head on his chest, just talking about random stuff that came to mind that Josh was happy to have had that wild night with her. If he never have had that night, he wouldn't have been were he is right now and who knows what would have happened to Josh and his purple hair princess.

[thesummerisacurse]

Entertainment - Waterparks

Summary: A little story based around Awsten Knight and the adventures of Entertainment.

Words: 1049

A/N: All the gifs don’t belong to me. All credits go to rightfull owners.

Ciara had just cheated on Awsten. She was caught out with a new man that she had been dating for three months before she was caught and thus ending the relationship. Awsten was on tour with his band, Waterparks, and they were currently writing a new album and touring.

While on the tour, Awsten wrote a song called Worst and recorded everything for the song by himself and then released on YouTube just to get out his feelings about Ciara. But soon after he released it, he removed it because he didn't feel like seeing it anymore.

Awsten was back home, and he was currently in the Studio, his head was in his hand, his eyes were swollen from crying and his face was red and looked hot, but his face was red and numb. He was angry about Ciara and her cheating, but he was also guilty about letting her slip from his grasps while he was on tour with his band. Geoff and Otto tried their hardest to try and drag Awsten out of this state.

Awsten had almost finished writing the bands new album and now he hated the album with a fiery passion and wanted to burn it in a fire fuelled by his hate and he wanted to not just burn the album physical, he wanted to burn every emotion with it. He wanted to love the album, but the emotions connected to it were just to strong.

This new hate and guilt for not just the album, but for Ciara fuelled him to re-write the bridge on a song called 'We Need to Talk'. This song was about his doubts he had while in that relationship and about the revelations that he found out during that relationship. Awsten quickly wrote the bridge and it sounded like he was taking a dig at Ciara, but he wasn't. The only thing he took a dig at was one of Ciara's ex's that was an actor in the T.V show 'The 100'.

Fuelled by this fire, Awsten quickly wrote another song called 'TANTRUM'. He had written the chorus back when Waterparks was on another tour, but he never had the anger and hated to fuel the song but now he did, putting his pen to paper Awsten wrote the whole song out and took a few digs at Ciara's ex's who he didn't like.

It was a few days before Entertainment was meant to be released in a few days and Awsten got a phone call from the record label saying that he was not to play any snippets of entertainment on his Instagram or he would be in more trouble. Awsten took to twitter to express his anger towards the record label. The label forced Awsten to take down those tweets and then Awsten wrote an apology and an explanation to why he did it. He was still feeling guilty about letting Ciara slip from his grasps and he was angry about the record label for making him remove those tweets. Awsten was also feeling guilty about pushing Geoff and Otto away while he was going through his break up with Ciara. This just fuelled Awsten's fire and he now more than ever wanted to burn the album and of the emotions connected to it as well. He wanted to burn all his hate, guilt and love out of him and out of the album.

Entertainment was released and it was loved by the fans and they sold out venues on their European tour and the rest of the band was super excited to play to sold out crowds and to play the new music, Awsten on the other hand still had mixed feelings about the album and he wanted to love it but he still wanted to burn the album and everything with it.

Geoff and Otto had tried everything to change Awsten's mind about entertainment. Geoff and Otto were looking forward to going out and playing entertainment to the sold-out crowds and Awsten was still upset about the break up even though it happened ages ago.

It took Awsten a few weeks to not have mixed feeling about the album. Now he was enjoying listening to the album and was happy seeing how the fans were liking it and begging the band to do a world tour for entertainment. Awsten was not feeling as guilty about everything now and was happy about going to Europe and playing the songs that he wrote at a really bad time in his life.

When the band got the opportunity to film a music video for not warriors and Crybaby. The band jumped at the chance and Awsten was psyched to film it. He had a lot of creative freedom and placed a lot of his past emotions into the video. The colour blue for the sadness he felt after he broke up with Ciara and this helped with his Synesthesia, the VHS tapes that represented entertainment as an album and tripping over the tapes was there to show that Awsten didn't literally trip over the album but this represented his mixed feelings about the album and the lyrics, entertainment in the medicine cupboard next to the medication he needed to take. This video was full of hidden messages that the fans might not pick up on.

The video was released, and the fans freaked out over it as it was unexpected, and it was for Not Warriors and Crybaby as Not Warriors was a single and Crybaby was really popular with the fans. Geoff and Otto saw an improvement with Awsten. Nobody could tell what was going on in his brain, but the guys guessed that is was good as he was smiling a lot more compared to when this album was going to be released and the thought that Awsten didn't feel guilty about pushing the guys away. They understood that Awsten was trying to deal with his pain in another way. Awsten was now happy with the album and wasn't feeling as guilty about pushing Geoff and Otto away, but it still living in the back of his mind. He was happy playing the songs to hundreds of fans every night and he was loving it.