For Baltimore

Delilah~~

"Delilah! Your phone is ringing!" Matthew shouted from the lounge. I groaned as I set my eye liner down, my makeup only half done. I wandered out of the bathroom and picked my phone up off the coffee table in front of where Matthew was currently sitting.

"Nice makeup." He snickered. I flipped him off as I answered the call, not bothered to look at who it was.

"Hello?" I asked. I heard the all too familiar voice of Daulton answer back.

"Hi Delilah." He said. I made my way back into the bathroom before someone took it from me.

"What do you want?" I asked rather harshly.

"To apologize. I'm so fucking sorry Del. I really am." He said.

"Don't fucking call me that." I growled into the phone.

"Delilah! Can I use your- woah.." Sam said as she appeared in the doorway, taking in my appearance. I looked at her and held a finger up. She nodded and stood there awkwardly.

"Why? You never seemed to have a problem with it before." Daulton said.

"I don't give a flying fuck. That was before, not now." I said.

"Stop giving me attitude, you bitch. I'll call you whatever the fuck I like, and I will win you back." He said.

"Well, that's just too fucking bad, isn't it?" I said.

"You're seeing someone, aren't you?" He asked.

"No. And if I was, you wouldn't have any room to talk." I said.

"That was a mistake." He said.

"Mhhm. Sure. How long?" I asked.

"What?"

"How long were you sleeping with that woman for?" I asked, getting agitated.

"Not very long." He replied, "and I regret it."

"I have a show to play in less than an hour, and you're distracting me. Save your fucking lies and don't talk to me. After this tour, I'm collecting my things and you will never see me again." I said.

"Delilah-"

"Goodbye." I said, and with that, I hung up and blocked his number. I shoved my phone into my back pocket and picked up my eye liner.

"What were you asking me?" I asked Sam.

"I was wondering if I could use your straightener." She said.

"Oh yeah. Go ahead." I said. She smiled and took it, since my hair was already done, I just had to finish my makeup. After I did so, I grabbed some clothes from my bag and left my phone in my bunk.

"Hey, I'm gonna head over and get dressed in the dressing room." I said to Kyle who was tending to his black eye.

"Alright. I'll tell the others you're already there if they ask." He said. I gave him thumbs up and stepped off the bus. I quickly jogged into the venue and made my way towards the dressing rooms. I saw Alex's and contemplated going in, but I decided not to and kept going a few doors down until I reached mine. I walked in and closed the door, harder than I meant to.

"Oops." I said. I turned the light on and walked over to the counter. I set my clothes down on it and wished I had heard the door open, for I had slipped my shirt off. I quickly threw on my white tank top that I had grabbed, and made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

"ALEX!" I shrieked as I turned around. He had a cheeky smile on his face.

"You couldn't have closed the door!? I only had a bra on! You dick!" I said as he kept approaching me.

"Sorry, you're just too irresistible." He said as he placed his hands on my hips.

"Alex, I still have to change into my pants." I said.

"I can help you." He said. He jogged over and closed the door, then locked it, before returning to me.

"You already saw my bra." I said.

"That's exactly why I should see more." He said quietly.

"That's exactly why you shouldn't see more. Turn around." I said. He groaned, but did so. I grabbed the leather pants and kicked my shoes off. I wiggled out of my jeans and quickly put the pants on. After they were buttoned, I told Alex he could turn around. His eyes traveled up and down my body for few seconds.

"Beautiful." He whispered. I put on my high heeled boots and then slipped on a letter jacket over my white tank top.

"That's possibly the most leather I've seen you wear." Alex said.

"Oh. I've been in more leather than this, trust me." I said as I thought back to our tour with Black Veil Brides in '11.

"I believe it. But damn, you look good." He said. His hands returned to my hips and he pulled me closer. I looked up at him and let a soft smile paint my lips.

"Did I ever tell you how good you look with black hair?" Alex asked.

"You just did." I said softly, and he pressed his lips against mine.

Notes

It's short because my kindle is almost dead. :/