AN- Here it is, chapter seven, took me a while, I now, but it doesn't seem like too many people are reading this, so I guess I'm writing for my own pleasure, which is always a good thing, so I suppose I have the freedom to update as often as I want to. Alright, anyway, thank you to:

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I really like this chapter, I'm pretty proud of it, especially the last page or so. *shrug,* hope you all like it too, alright, now on with the story.

Ryan dropped her head on the smoother wooden counter of the hotel. The room was spinning, man alive, she was drunk, pissed, wasted, whatever you wanted to call it.

"Hey there baby," Ryan turned her head, her vision swimming slightly as her eyes were met by a tall rugged looking twenty-some-odd year old man.

Drunk as she was, Ryan still knew how to flirt, "Hey yourself," She smiled tipping her head to one side so that her dark hair cascaded over her right shoulder.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

"My band members are all asleep, but I'm still wide awake."

"Is that so?" He smiled, his eyes wandering over her body with an intense hunger that made her shiver.

"Yeah, well Mac and Tyler probably aren't asleep, they're probably fucking like bunny rabbits," She giggled.

"What's your band's name?"

"Scorched milk, I'm the drummer, Ryan said proudly, hitting her hands against the counter a few times. Moving her head to the beat.

"So you've got rhythm?" The still nameless man asked, with a slight waggle in his eyebrows.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Ryan answered leaning forwards to offer him a view down her shirt.

"What do you say you show me that rhythm?" He asked extending his hand to Ryan, which she took willingly. She stood shakily, leaning against her newest friend and starting out of the bar.

"Ryan, what are you doing?" It was Quincy.

"What does it look like Quin?" Ryan snapped, then her face broke into a smile, running a graceful hand down the man's chest, "he's my new friend..."

"Joshua," The man supplied.

"Joshua," Ryan smiled, "We're going to go have lots of sex. I'm going to show him my rhythm," Ryan tried to push past Quincy but he wouldn't let her.

"Come on Ryan," He said, grabbing her hand roughly. "Let's go, and get you to sleep."

"No Quin, I wanna follow, J-" She hiccuped, "Joshua."

"No you don't Ryan," Quincy looked at her desperately, this guy was freaky, he didn't trust him not to hurt Ryan, the sadistic smile on his face was a bit too much for him.

"Dude, didn't you hear her, she wants me," Josh squeezed her ass, "And I'm excited, so if you don't mind, moving out of my way, we're gonna get this party going."

Quincy saw red, "Ryan, snap out of it, come on," He tugged on her arm, breaking her out of Josh's grasp, holding her small body closely against his.

"Quincy, stop it, you do it all the time, let me have my fun," Ryan struggled to free herself from Quincy's forceful grip.

"Dude, let go of her," Josh spoke, edging towards Quincy.

"Fuck off dude," Quincy released Ryan's arm brought his arm backwards and punched Josh hard in the face.

"What the fuck?" Josh cried out, but Quincy was off, having scooped Ryan into his arms, and left at a run.

Quincy slammed the door to his room hard, placing Ryan gently down on the bed, "Quincy, what was that all about?" Ryan asked angrily, her words slightly slurred.

"That was me saving you from a freaky looking guy," Quincy answered, crossing his arms angrily over his chest.

"How would you know? I liked him."

"And you're drunk, your judgment is impaired."

"Oh stop it with the bullshit, I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself, I'm not a little kid anymore Quin," Ryan swung her legs over the bed, shaking for a moment before taking a step towards the door. Then she shook again, and her legs collapsed, Quincy caught her.

"Whatever you say Ryan," Quincy shook his head.

"Oh god, Quincy, I'm going to be sick, Quin, now!"

Quincy didn't need to be told twice, he quickly guided her over to the toilet bowl, holding back her long hair as she threw up her dinner and alcohol.

When she was done, Ryan leaned heavily against the counter, "Man I must look like shit." She wiped the back of her mouth, getting up slowly and fumbling for her toothbrush and toothpaste which Quincy handed her, waiting patiently as she brushed her teeth. She was halfway through when she dropped the toothbrush, letting it clatter onto the marble counter top, before kneeling over the toilet bowl, Quincy was there in a moment, sweeping her hair away from her face, running his knuckles up and down her spinal cord in a way that he hoped was soothing.

"You ok there Ry?" He asked supporting her head against his shoulder once she was done.

"Yeah, just tired, help me up, I need to get this taste out of my mouth," Quincy complied and helped her stay standing as she brushed her teeth. She leaned against him as he helped her back to his room.

"I'll take the couch," Quincy said, glancing at Ryan who'd taken off her pants and was in the process of slipping under the covers.

"You don't have to, it's not like anything will happen," Ryan said, as she turned hear head towards the pillow.

Quincy's mouth went dry, yeah nothing would happen, but he'd have a raging boner all night, fuck it, he was a man, who was he to pass up a chance to sleep in the same bed as a good looking girl, "you sure?"

"Yeah, it's not a problem, we've shared a bed before," Said Ryan, referring to the many sleep overs they'd had at Tyler's when they were all back in high school.

"Alright." Quincy pulled off his shirt and pants and slid under the covers. Ryan immediately snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his chest, her hair splaying out across his slightly toned stomach. Quincy smiled, Ryan's love of cuddling with people, it would never cease to amuse him, how she could be such a cold bitch and at the same time, love mushy things, like cuddling.

Her bare leg brushed against his, her breasts pressed against his arm, and dammit there came the expect boner. He glanced down at Ryan who was already asleep, twisting a strand of hair between his fingers. Quincy watched as her chest rose and fell, perfectly tan skin disappearing between a baby blue tank top.

Damn she was beautiful, damn he wanted her, and damn was he falling in love with her. And upon that realization one thought came to his head:

"Shit." She whispered aloud, realizing what a fucking mess he was in. Here he was, in love with his best friend, who had no interest in him, other than perhaps a good lay once in a while. The same best friend who was probably going to kill him in the morning for ruining the good lay she would've had the night before.

Why hadn't he realized it earlier, he hadn't taken Ryan away from Joshua because he was jealous, he'd taken her away because he didn't want her with anyone else but him.

Mac groaned as the alarm went off, finding her in a tangle of sheets and Tyler's arms.

"Hey," Tyler greeted as he watched Mac come to life.

"Fuck off," She answered, glaring up at him with sleep blurred eyes.

"Top of the morning to you too," Tyler smiled, running his hand over her disheveled spiked hair.

"It's to early, what time is it?" Mac inquired rolling onto her back and kicking off the covers.

"You announce it's early before even knowing the time, gotta love you," Tyler chuckled, "it's 1:30, we have the day off until 4 though."

"Sounds good, maybe we can make use of that pool I saw last night," Mac said resting her head on Tyler's chest.

"Could be fun," Tyler admitted, I think I brought a swimsuit along, maybe, god, we've been on the road for a while, I can't even remember what we packed."

"When did we leave New York again?" Mac asked, staring up at the ceiling.


"It's almost September now isn't it?"

"Yeah," Tyler confirmed. "And they just keep adding on new dates."

"I miss Ariel," Mac said, referring to her two year old sister, "And I miss school, I want to get my degree, I do someday, this wont last forever you know. And knowledge is priceless. I want to see my parents, I want to see Adrian get married. That's only in three months you know? And what if we're still on tour then, I can't miss my own brother's wedding."

"We'll just take it one day at a time then wont we?"

"I guess," Mac shrugged sitting up suddenly and getting off the bed, "I'm gonna go take a shower," She announced, picking up a towel off the ground.

Tyler stared at her bare body, "No you aren't," He said sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back down on top of him.

"Ty, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said kissing Mac's neck, and sliding both of them underneath the covers.

"Oh come on Ty, let me go shower," Mac tried getting up.

"You know you'd rather stay here in bed with me, it'll be fun," Tyler promised before pressing the palm of his right hand against the back of her head, bringing her lips down onto his.

Mac let herself relax into the kiss before remembering that she wanted a shower, "Ty..." She groaned, trying to get off the bed.

"Uh-uh," Tyler shook his head." you aren't going anywhere," he, kissed her again quickly and pulling back slightly, "Man you're beautiful," He brushed a finger against her lips.

"Tyler," Mac warned, but then he kissed her again and suddenly she decided that staying in bed was a lot more fun then showering was.

Corey groaned as his cell phone rang, it was later that afternoon, he was sitting in a pair of board shorts on the side of the pool, watching as Landon swam laps and Mac and Tyler chased each other around the water. Quincy and Ryan had yet to show up.

He flipped open the small silver phone and answered it, "Hello?"

"Cor? It's Sam from the record label," He was greeted by the familiar smooth business tone he'd become so accustomed to over the past 4 and a half months.

"What's going on," Corey asked shouldering the cell phone and taking a sip of his Italian soda.

"Just wanted t let you know the band has the number one album in America right now, seems people really like their mix of hard rock and softer sounds, or maybe they just like the way they look, either way, they're number one."

"Are you shitting me?" Corey asked sitting upright in his seat, "That's fantastic."

"Yeah, it is," Sam answered, his voice still cool and smooth completely unfazed by Corey's enthusiasm. "Anyway, because of this, we're adding on more tour dates."

"More? They're already performing practically every night until the end of October."

"Right, but we need them to go to the middle of November, it's not that much more, but they need the exposure."

"Alright," Corey sighed, "E-mail me the schedule when it's complete."

"Will do," Sam answered, "Bye."

"Peace," Corey said halfheartedly slamming the phone shut. Mac was going to be pissed, the entire band was going to be pissed, they just wanted to go home already and here the label was, adding even more tour dates when they were already stressed out and tired beyond belief. There was a limit to how much people could do and they were already pushing it, this just might set them all off over the edge. But enough of that, Corey had some good news to share, "Mac, Tyler, Landon!" Landon popped his head out of the water, and Mac stopped let go of Tyler who emerged gasping for air and glaring at Mac who'd been perfectly content to keep him from breathing until he passed out or got the strength to push her off.

"What's up boss?" Tyler asked, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.

"You guys are number one in the country!"

"What, get out, you're lying," Said Mac dragging herself out of the pool and walking towards Corey.

"Nope, dead serious," Corey assured her.

"Oh. My. God." Mac said slowly, "oh my god! We did it, we fucking did it," Then she threw herself at Corey who caught her awkwardly as she squeezed the breath out of him. "We're number fucking one, in the whole fucking country."

"Excessive swearing there eh Mac?" Tyler grinned as he pulled her gently away from Corey and into his arms.

"Just a bit," She smiled and then proceeded to kiss the breath out of him.

Ryan was jolted awake by the ringing of Quincy's phone, her head pounded, and she remembered only a few hazy images from the night before. The first thing she noticed was that she was only in her shirt and underwear, laying next to Quincy who was sporting a pair of black boxers.

"Hello?" Quincy asked groggily into the phone.

"Oh hey Cor, yeah Ryan's with me..." Ryan listened in as Quincy recounted the events of the night before, breathing a sigh of relief upon finding out that she hadn't slept with Quincy, getting angry at him for ruining what would've probably been a good fuck, and then grudgingly admitting to herself that she was thankful that he'd been willing to hold her hair back over the toilet, that was the test of true friendship after all, and apparently even Quincy could pass that.

Her mind was snapped back to Quincy's conversation with Corey when he heard his yelp of pleasure and exclamation of "Get out! No way, we're number one? Oh that's fantastic, I've gotta tell Ryan, see you at four Cor," He slammed the phone shut

"Ry, we're number one," He exclaimed, "we've got the top selling CD in the country!" He hugged her tightly.

"Oh, ow, ow,ow! Hangover Quincy, my head is pounding," Ryan groaned as he dropped he back on the bed gently so not to jar her head. "Do you have any pain killers, I feel like I can't move. Remind me never to drink again."

"Like you'd listen," Quincy laughed, "Give me a second." He stood up and walked into the bathroom, holy fuck did he have a case of blue balls, it had to be unhealthy to stay hard all night long. Unsexy, bad thoughts, unsexy, bad thoughts. He told himself as he rummaged for the bottle of painkillers he had somewhere. He finally found them, walking back out to the room, and throwing them at Ryan. She quickly swallowed two.

"Thanks," She said honestly sliding out of bed and grabbing her jeans as Quincy got dressed silently.

"No problem," Quincy answered slipping a plain white t-shirt over his head.

"And thanks for taking care of me last night," Ryan added, running her fingers through her tangled hair.

"What are friends for?" Quincy asked, smiling at her. Ryan walked over to him and hugged him hard. Quincy closed his eyes as her body fit perfectly against his, the top of her head just reaching his shoulder. He leaned his face down, breathing in the smell of her shampoo and conditioner.

"I really appreciate it, although I am mad at you for keeping me from sleeping with that guy, he was hot!" Ryan complained, pulling away from Quincey and grabbing her purse off the floor. "Anyway, we've got four hours before we're expected at the venue to practice, so how about you take me sightseeing, I've heard Kansas City is fascinating..." she grinned sarcastically, showing exactly how exciting she thought the city was.

Quincy sighed, "Alright, but only if you're paying for lunch."

"Ah, ah, ah, but you're taking me, so thus you're paying for it all," Ryan laughed and waltzed out the door.

"Damn you woman," Quincy cursed, following her out and locking the door behind him.

They flagged down a taxi outside the hotel and told him to take them to good food and so they found themselves eating fantastic Thai food at a small upscale place in the depths of Kansas City.

"This is good," Ryan commented, as so sipped her iced tea slowly.

"Yeah, it is, didn't think there was good, non-American food in the central United States."

"You learn something new every day," Ryan laughed, as she finished her meal and leaned back against the chair.

"So we're number one eh?" Her hands played with the white linen table cloth.

"Yeah, we are, pretty impressive don't you think?" Quincy asked as he finished the last bites of his pad Thai noodles. "I mean hell we aren't even bad pop, and we made it to number one."

"I suppose we underestimated the viewers of America. I guess they now like it when bands write their own songs," Ryan giggled, before flagging down the waiter and asking for the bill.

"Hey we beat Brittany and Christina and Mac didn't even have to take off any clothes," Quincy smiled raising his water goblet and saluting Ryan who laughed at his antics.

"Yeah but Mac's hot shit. I mean seriously, I'm straight, and I'd fuck her," Ryan admitted.

"I wouldn't sleep with her I don't think, but yeah, she's hot. We're all hot," said Quincy glancing at the bill and raising an eyebrow, 50 bucks, for two people? Oh well, he pulled out his credit card and slid it inside the plastic compartment.

"And modest too," Ryan commented.

"Highly," Quincy said sarcastically, "Although I'm the best looking male," he added as his eyes ran over Ryan's exquisitely shaped face. What he didn't tell her, what he kept to himself, was that in his mind, she was the most beautiful of them all.

"I dunno, Landon isn't our poster by for nothing."

"But that's only because he's blond, tall and got a good body. I've got the suave, tall, dark, and handsome thing going," Quincy said crossing his arms over his chest in a confident manner.

Ryan shook her head, "Whatever you say Quincy," But what she didn't tell him, so that his ego wouldn't grown to monestrous proportions was that despite Tyler's Abercrombie and Fitch model like looks, she found him (Quincy) more attractive.

"Lets get out of here, I saw an ice cream shop down the block that looks good, and I'm having a sudden craving for chocolate," said Quincy when his credit card was returned to him.

"Alright," Said Ryan as she stood up, grabbing a rubber band out of her pocket and quickly twisting her hair into a tight bun. She linked her arm in Quincy's and they started down the street. "You know, for a city in the middle of nowhere, this place isn't half bad."

"I'd have to agree, I was expecting hicks and tons of Christian fundamentalists, but it looks like there are signs of education."

"Hey our show is sold out tonight, they can't all be Christian fundamentalists," Ryan pushed open the door to the small, fifties style ice cream parlor.

"No I guess not."

They were greeted by a small teenage girl behind the counter, "Hey, what can I get for you two..." Then she recognized them, "Oh, you're Ryan and you're Quincy, from Scorched Milk. Oh man, this is amazing. You guys are amazing, I'm coming to your show tonight, bringing everyone I know along.

"Thanks for your support," Ryan grinned, "it means a lot to us."

"Oh it's no problem you guys are fantastic. I'm Tracy," She held out her hand which each of them shook. "Anyway, can I get you two anything."

"Two scoops of chocolate, in a cup," Quincy ordered.

"And I'll have chocolate chip cookie dough," added Ryan leaning against the counter.

"Alright," Tracy scooped the ice cream, and handed it to them. Quincy pulled out his wallet and she stopped them, "Don't worry, it's on the house, it's not every day two members of my favorite band walk in the door."

"Come on, fame gives us no right not to pay," Quincy pulled a five dollar bill out of his wallet and shoved it into her hands, "We're still humans you know," Then he had an idea, "How many friends are you bringing tonight?"

"Four," Tracy answered, taking the money and putting it into the cash register.

"Well here, take these," Quincy pulled four backstage passes out of his pocket and slid them across the counter.

"Are you serious?" Tracy asked, as she bounced up and down.

"Dead," Quincy answered. "Thanks for being dedicated to us."

"Oh, well thank you so much," Tracy ran around the counter and threw her arms around Quincy, who hugged her a bit awkwardly. "Sorry," She said blushing bright red.

"Don't worry about it," Quincy said, "See you tonight, and you'll be able to meet everyone else then too," He and Ryan waved goodbye and they left the store.

"That was a nice thing to do," Ryan commented licking her ice-cream cone.

"It happens occasionally, and hey, she's hot," Quincy admitted.

"She's also under 18 Quin," Ryan reminded him.

"So, I can stare can't I? And maybe some of her friends aren't."

Ryan shook her head in disgust, "you're incorrigible."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Quincy insisted.

"In that 'I wish I could hate you' kind of way,"said Ryan grudgingly.

"Haha, you're just in awe of my good looks, and talent," Quincy ate a spoonful of ice-cream closing his eyes in a heaven of wonderful chocolate-y taste.

"Your talent maybe, but haven't we been over the fact that Landon's more attractive than you?"

Quincy looked at her in mock rage, and she took off, running down the block, "Woman!" Quincy growled jokingly, running after her, "You just wait til I catch up to you." He caught her quickly, swinging her over his shoulder.

She pounded against his back, "Put me down you ugly oaf of a being!"

"Ugly oaf? I'm and ugly oaf now?"

"Ugly, disgusting, and rude," Ryan said, desperately trying not to spill her ice-cream as she hung upside down.

"Rude I have to agree with, the rest, Ryan darling, it's called denial, and it's not just a river in Egypt, it's a very unhealthy state of mind," he carefully put her down.

"Bastard," She glared at him.

"Eh," Quincy shrugged, "not technically, but I suppose that cold be a way to describe me. Loveable bastard is a bit better though I think, don't you agree?"

Ryan smacked his arm lightly, "yeah, if you say so," Quincy just laughed.