Everybody Hurts.

"Baby, take it off
Checkered thighs on a pretty pawn
This vicious velvet ain't enough
So baby, make a move
My neon eyes are set on you
The devil's language taste of lust"

Her pink and purple hair was in a messy bun as she sat on the high stool in the recording booth, singing the lyrics to High Hopes and Velvet Ropes by The Cab with Ty strumming the black acoustic guitar next to her.

"Tell me what can I say to make your body come this way
We're only two in a crowded room were others fade away
It's only a crime if I get caught (only if I, If I get caught)
It's only a line if it get's bought

I woke up 12:05, I left that room with no goodbye
And now I'm on my way back home, that's why I'm telling you
It's not that your lipstick failed
But girl I was just born to bail
I do it better on my own"

She bit her lip remembering the events of last night when she, yet again, sneaked out of a fancy hotel room near a random night club in LA. It pained her that this is how her life turned out in the end, but she wouldn't admit it out loud. At least she still had music.....

"Tell me what can I say to make your body come this way
We're only two in a crowded room were others fade away
It's only a crime if I get caught (only if I, If I get caught)
It's only a line if it get's bought


It's the same game I play 'till the give becomes the take
It's the same game I play 'till the bend, The bend becomes the break

Baby, take it off
Checkered thighs on a pretty pawn
This vicious velvet ain't enough
So baby, make a move
My neon eyes are set on you
The devil's language taste of lust

It's only a line if it get's bought

It's the same game I play
'till the give becomes the take (what can I say, what can I say)
It's the same game I play
'till the give becomes the take (Why can't you come this way)
It's the same game I play
'till the give becomes the take (what can I say, what can I say)
It's the same game I play
'till the bend, The bend becomes the break"

Ty sang back up for her, smiling as she glanced at him as she sang the last line.

"Why did you choose this song?" Gloria raised an eyebrow, Gray simply shrugged.
"It describes what i am" she said looking straight into Gloria's blue eyes.
Gloria sighed. This was exactly what everyone put Gray to be. The 'slut', there isn't another word to describe it. They both knew it.
"You're not. You just pretend it is." stated Gloria, her voice sharp and her British accent making her sound a bit more serious.
"Oh please! We both know that i'm a drunken mess!" snapped gray.
She never knew how to keep her temper, of course she bit her tongue in front of fans just so she wont hurt their feelings, but other than that, she spoke out what she thinks.
"I'm out for a smoke" she muttered walking out of the booth and grabbing her black leather back pack from the glass coffee table and took out her box of Marlboro's and a silver lighter.
"No you're not All Time Low should be here any minute" as soon as those words left Gloria's red lips the door of the studio swung open and four guys walked in.

"I'll be right back" Gray forced a smile and walked past Gloria to the door, "No you're not!" said Gloria angrily.
"Yes. I. Am" snapped gray and stormed out of the room right after sending her on last nasty glare.


She smirked as she puffed out the cigarette smoke in the shape of rings over her head. They flew up in the air and vanished into thin air.
"Ya know, smoking isn't attractive" a tall lanky figure leaned against the wall of the Hopeless records building.
She glanced up and saw Jack with a friendly smile and wide brown eyes complemented with long black eye lashes.
"Ya know, i'm not trying to impress anyone" she shot back with a smirk plastered on her lip balmed pale lips. Jack chuckled.
"Why'd you storm out?" he was curious, because there was something about her. You can notice it without even talking to her, it just needs one glance.
Maybe it's the coldness she gave everyone that they get fooled by, and don't take the time to see that she had a comfortable aura about her. He didn't know, but he sure wanted to.
"Gloria's a bitch. Besides, i needed a smoke" she dropped the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it with her black combats. Jack only nodded in response.

A comfortable silence fell upon them. Jack was still wondering what was it about her that pulled him in without even knowing her, for all he knew she might be a serial killer.
Gray was also in her own world. She was thinking over everything Gloria said. How did she even find out? No one's supposed to know....
"Let's go inside" Gray's voice broke the silence. She walked past him, he followed after her.

Notes

The outfit for this chapter. outfit