A/N: Yay! I managed to finish the first chapter to Kristen and Hayven's story!

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Just a Joke

"Hayven, pull your pants up!" I yelled, choking on another laugh as Hayven dangled his ass out the car window. He'd been mooning people like this for the past ten miles, and if he didn't stop, someone was bound to call the cops on us.

"Please, don't front. You know you like it." He teased, casting a suggestive glance in my direction and smirking lazily as he pulled his pants up and sat back down in the car.

"Oh please." I snorted, rolling my eyes and throwing an empty soda can in his direction. "I think Ben and Dillon are more into it than me."

Hayven glanced back at the other two band members in the back seat, smirking.

"I dunno, either of you two have a boner?"

Ben, the blondie in the Bullet for My Valentine shirt, flipped him off. "Yeah fucking right."

Dillon, the one with the glasses and shaggy blonde hair, did the same, cackling along with Ben in the backseat.

"Whatever." Hayven smirked, facing forward once more. "You guys are all just a bunch of fucking haters."

"It's not our fault we're not blind." I teased, glancing over at him. Alright, so maybe he wasn't exactly as unattractive as I made him out to be. But still. His ego was already inflated to ridiculous lengths. There was no way in hell I was going to make it any bigger.

"Aww, c'mon now Kristen. Don't be like that. See, this is what happens when you don't get laid. You get all angsty and shiz."

"How would you know if I was getting laid or not?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Unless you've been peeping outside my bedroom window and pulling some hardcore creeper shit."

"'Cause, why would you go and screw another guy when you have a hot piece of ass like me ready and willing? If you were getting some, it would be with me."

I snorted, rolling my eyes. Yeah, Hayven had made it clear he wouldn't exactly object to having sex with me on more than one occasion, but that wasn't really saying much, considering I suspected he'd screw anything with a hole.

Yup. He was the epitome of a manwhore, albeit a charming one. He was flirtatious by nature, even when he wasn't trying to be, so our little playful banter was really just his way of talking, at least as far as I was concerned.

"No thanks, hot stuff. As completely and utterly irresistible as I find you," I said melodramatically, "I just couldn't bring myself to be with you, knowing that I would be another checkmark on your bedpost."

Hayven wrinkled his noise, sneaking one last glance in my direction. "Fine, but the offers always open."

Oh, lucky me.

Bringing the car to a stop beside Reed's motorcycle in front of a small Diner, the four of us slowly piled out of the car, eager to finally be able to stretch our legs after a long day of driving. Looking up, I felt my throat grow dry, wishing I'd kept my eyes on the ground.

Reed had Liz in his arms, his eyes focused on her like she was the only thing that existed. They were whispering something to each other, the love they felt for one another all too visible on their faces.

Not so long ago, I had wanted to be that girl, to be the one Reed was holding in his arms. We'd been best friends for as long as I remember, but he'd been so much more than that to me for almost as long. Ignoring the sharp pain in my chest, I elbowed Hayven and Ben as they let out cat calls, jumping at the opportunity to tease Reed.

"Let them have their moment!" I said, pushing the boys towards the dinner.

Yeah, so maybe I still did have feelings for Reed, but that didn't mean I was going to stand in the way of his happiness. He deserved to be happy after all the shit that he'd gone through in his life, and if Liz did that for him, then it was my job as his best friend to be happy for him. Even if it killed me a little inside to do so.

The seven of us entering the Diner we'd pulled up in front of and piling into a nearby stall, I leaned forward and began to reiterate the plan I'd spent the nine hour car ride we'd just sat through thinking up.

"Alright, so, I've been thinking, we should aim to head for Los Angeles. That's where it all goes down, Hollywood and all that shit."

"And I have an uncle that lives up there. He's offered to rent us an apartment for dirt cheap." Ben piped up.

"So, here's what I figure. We pool all our money together and see what we've got to work with here. We'll need some for gas and food and to stay at a hotel tonight a, but we should be able to cover the distance from here to L.A. by the end of tomorrow. Then we can use whatever we have left to cover rent and shit till we establish ourselves and start earning some money as a band. Ben's uncle has connections, so he'll be able to book us some venue's and get us set up with some people in the industry right off the bat."

Everyone nodded, thank god, agreeing to this plan. When I'd called up the band and pitched the idea that we join Reed and Liz on their little plan to run away, I hadn't exactly taken the time to think things through. I'd gotten them involved in this, and to an extent, I'd feel responsible if we all ended up panhandling on the streets.

"So." I said, digging into my pockets and pulling out my wallet. "Everyone empty your pockets. Lets see what the hell we're working with here."

I waited till everyone had emptied their pockets to gather the money into a pile. "Alright, let's see what we've got here…a little over fourteen hundred bucks….this should be just enough to eat, stay at the hotel, pay for gas, and hopefully pay maybe half the month's rent to Ben's cousin's apartment. Seriously, guys, I'm not gonna lie, things are gonna be tight, but if we bust our asses and get out doing as many shows as we can, we'll be able to make it."

Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the fact that Reed and Liz had just excused themselves to do go knows what outside. I doubted they'd had sex yet, with Liz being the type of girl that she was, but that didn't mean they probably weren't doing everything but that

"We'll meet you guys back at the hotel next door in an hour!" I yelled as they left. Not much could happen in an hour, right? Ugh. Who was I kidding? An hour was more than ample time for them to do whatever they wanted.

Jolting slightly as I felt a hand come to rest on my thigh under the table, I whipped my head to the right, delivering a swift elbow to Hayven's ribs.

"Oww." He groaned, drawing his hand back. "What the hell was that for?"

"What the fuck do you think?" I said, almost finding it amusing that he seemed to find nothing wrong with what he'd done.

"Aww come on." Hayven said, flashing me a crooked smirk. "You'd have loads of fun. I swear."

"Maybe I would, but that's really not the point."

Hayven paused for a minute, his gaze drifting back towards the door Reed and Liz had left behind.

"I could help you take your mind off of him."

I flushed, hating the fact that everyone knew how I felt for Reed. I'd spilled it one night after one too many drinks, and unfortunately, despite how liquored up he'd been , the memory had stuck with Hayven. I know he hadn't done it on purpose, but at some point, he'd opened his big ass mouth, which was how Ben, Dillon, and Reed had found out.

"I think a smoke will do the trick just fine." I muttered, sliding out of the booth and making my way out of the building. For a while, I just leaned against the side of the building, taking a drag from my cigarette ever so often before I finally heard a set of footsteps approach.

"Hey." Hayven said, a slightly apologetic look on his face.

I acknowledged him with a small nod, knowing this was the closest I would probably ever get to an apology from Hayven.

"You want to talk?" He asked, leaning against the side of the building with me. I shook my head, handing him my cigarette so that he could take a few drags.

"Alright. That's cool." He said, growing silent but still standing there.

For a while, we just stood there, leaned against the building and sharing my cigarette. It was nice, just standing here in silence, not having to explain myself or talk about emotions and shit but not having to be alone…what I needed.

Hayven could be an ass. He really could. But sometimes, when you'd least expect it, he'd surprise you, and prove that he wasn't a total douche.

"I am so not sleeping on the fucking floor." Hayven groaned. God, I swear. Sometimes he is such a winey little ass.

The room we'd rented at the hotel had only three beds, which was a problem, considering there were six of us.

"Well neither am I!" I shot, putting my hands on my hips.

"I can sleep on the floor." Reed volunteered. "As long as Liz get's a bed."

God, did he always have to be so..so sweet on her 24/7?

"You don't have to sleep on the floor Reed. You and I, we could share the bed-" Liz began.

"There's no way I'm gonna be able to sleep with you two fucking in the bed next to me." Ben whined, eyeing Reed and Liz warily.

Oh shit. I was so not in the mood to play peacekeeper, especially this early into things.

"Cool it, Ben." Hayven smirked. "Don't complain. It'll be just like free porn-"

"Shut the fuck up, both of you." Reed growled, his tone threatening. "We're not like that."

"What do you mean, you're not like that?" Hayven asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're a guy. She's a girl. You're both horny teenagers, and you guys have been dating for what, like, a few months? I mean, I'm surprise you haven't knocked her up by now-"

God, why did Hayven always have to open his big ass mouth? Now the shit was really going to hit the fan.

"Let's get something fucking straight." Reed growled, taking Liz's hand in his. "You don't talk like that about her. Ever. I don't give a fuck what you think, you don't say shit like that about my girl. Next time you open your mouth and say something like that, either one of you, I promise you both that I'll see to it personally you regret it."

"Sheesh, cool it." Hayven muttered lazily. "It's not like everyone else in the fucking room wasn't thinking it-"

"Not everyone's like you, Hayven. We all don't think knowing someone's name is enough of a reason to jump into bed with them." I interjected, thinking back to earlier.

Hayven snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Who said anything about having to know their name?"

"God, your such a pig." I muttered, rolling my eyes and letting out a slight laugh. "But seriously guys. We need to respect boundaries here if we want things to work. If Reed says don't talk about it, he means it."

"Please," Hayven snorted, "You're just taking his side because you've still got a crush on him."

I froze, the whole room growing silent as everyone's eyes drifted to me. Wasn't it bad enough that everyone pretty much knew I liked Reed? Now Hayven had to open his huge as mouth and just blurt that shit out, airing my dirty laundry for everyone to see.

God damn him.

"Whatever. I'm going out for a smoke." I muttered, my eyes downcast as I bolted for the door. "When I get back, you guys better have this sleeping situation figured out."

Drawing in a sharp breath, I tried to gain control of my emotions, knowing the only thing more embarrassing than what had just happened would be for me to burst out in tears like some little baby because of it.

Ducking around the corner, I just barely avoided Ben and Dillon as they walked out of the hotel, probably to search for me. Stepping out from my hiding place, I cursed, my eyes locking with Hayven's as he stepped out of our hotel room.

"Kristen." He called after me as I turned on my heels and began walking in the opposite direction. I ignored his voice, continuing down the hallway. Jogging up beside me, he stepped in front of me, forcing me to stop.

"I didn't mean to do that-"

"Of course you didn't." I scoffed, trying to move past him. He equaled my side step with one of his own, though, not allowing me to pass.

"It was just a joke Kristen-"

"Yeah? Well I hope you got a good laugh out of it." I muttered, pushing past him.

He was funny sometimes, but he had no concept of boundaries and limitations. He didn't know when to stop, when enough was enough. He'd crossed the line tonight, and right now, he was the last person I wanted to talk to.

A/N: This chapter didn't focus much on Hayven and Kristen, but once they get to L.A., they will be spending a lot more time alone with one another, so yeah, they'll definitely have more personal interaction then.

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