It was 1:30 in the morning. Brent was sleeping on his feet. Standing next to Andrea he started to sway and when he caught himself about to fall over he recovered but splashed his water on her arm. She looked at him and clicked her tongue. She reached out and grabbed his arm.

"C'mon killer." She said and pulled him to a chair. She sat him down and then he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned his head on her. "It's time to go." She said as she felt him sink against her. She looked around for the others and couldn't see them. She decided it was time to take Brent back to the hotel and put him to bed. She pulled him up and he moaned.

"I don't wanna go, I just wanna go to bed. Please let me go to bed." He muttered as she dragged him to the door. He was big, heavy, and stumbling and how she was going to get him out of the car and into the hotel was going to be a task! She got him into the car and then got in herself. At the hotel she opened the door and he was sound asleep. He was so adorable sitting there in the seat, his head turned to one side, eyes closed, breathing heavily. She just stood there a moment and smiled at him. She leaned in the door, turned his head to face her and kissed his lips lightly. She saw his eyeballs move but they didn't open. He was dreaming.

"Brent." She whispered in his ear. He didn't stir. "Brent." She whispered a little louder. He jumped at that and his eyes cracked open.

"Hmmm?" He muttered. She pulled at him. He followed her lead. He didn't open his eyes at all the rest of the way into the hotel. In the elevator he leaned against the wall and Andrea leaned against him to make sure he didn't fall. When they got into the room she pulled back the covers on the bed and he crawled into bed, fully clothed. She pulled off his shoes and socks and started to undress him. She unbuttoned the crisp white shirt he was wearing and slid it off his arms and the pulled it out from under him. Then she moved on to his jeans. When she pulled them down over his hips his eyes cracked open and he grabbed at her. "Come here." He mumbled pulling her down on to the bed. He leaned over her and tried to look at her. "What are you doing?" he slurred sleepily. "You gonna let me fuck you or what? You're doing nothing but teasing me." His eyes closed again and he rocked above her. Oh crap, he's going to fall on me, she thought as he fell toward her. She moved away and his face hit the pillows. She pulled his pants all the way off, undressed herself, brushed her teeth and crawled in beside him. She watched him sleeping. She touched his soft, muscular arms and then his back. She did want him to make love to her. It would be their last night for a while and she ached for him. She scratched his back lightly and he moaned. She lay back and snuggled against him the best she could and went to sleep.

In the morning Brent woke before Andrea. He lay there staring at her for quite a while. He reached out and gently touched her skin. He loved all the little blonde hairs that covered her arms. If he touched her just right - he moved his fingers across the skin lightly - they strood straight up. It made him smile. She rolled over onto her back. Her breasts were standing straight up in the air. He positioned himself above her and sucked her nipples. She moaned quietly in her sleep. He moved up and sucked her neck. He sucked until there were red marks all over. He smiled at his work of art. He reached down between her legs and played with her. She moaned again but didn't wake up. He felt giggles welling up inside him. This was so cool that he could do these things to her and she didn't wake up! She was very wet for him and he decided it was time. He positioned himself between her legs. He gently pulled them apart and then slid inside her. She gasped and her eyes fluttered open. When she saw him she put her hands on his arms. He moved in and out.

"Oh Brent, that feels so good." She whispered. He smiled at her, pleased he could make her happy.

"You aren't kidding baby." He growled then closed his eyes in concentration. It wasn't very long before he came. He rolled away and then towards her again. He touched her long, blonde hair that was draped across the pillow. It was like silk between his fingers. He kissed the side of her face. She turned to him. They kissed.

"I just want you to know you were fabulous last night." She said. He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled.

"Was I equally as fabulous just now baby?" He said in his best Elvis voice. She laughed at him. He laughed too and then kissed her. "Thank you for saying so." He said, seriously. "I think you will have to be at all my concerts so I do just as well at them all." Her smiled faded.

"I wish I could." She said quietly. Uncomfortable, and feeling sad, he got up and went to the bathroom.

"I think I'll survive." He called as he shut the door.

At nine Andrea and Terri dropped off Brent and Curt by their bus. The band had to get moving and this was a late start. The four sadly said their goodbyes and then Andrea and Terri went back to the room to pack up. At 11 the four of them in two cars were on their way back to Illinois and Brent and Curt were sitting on the bus, quietly staring out the window. The scenery flew by in front of their faces and neither of them saw it, their minds were miles away.

Her first night in more than a month without Brent was rough. She took a Tylenol PM just to get herself to fall asleep and then when she did she slept hard. She woke up late, ate a quick breakfast and went for a quick run. The morning was dark and gloomy, it reflected her mood. She spent the day doing laundry and tidying up, Rory followed her around sensing something wrong with his master. She appreciated his attention. As evening rolled around she walked through all the rooms in her house feeling like a caged animal. It was funny, she'd always enjoyed being alone, she never felt like she needed anyone with her and now, without Brent there to keep her company, to tease her, to chase her around ... she felt empty. She had just curled up in a comfy chair with a book and Rory in her lap when the phone rang a little after nine. It was Brent. After all the "miss yous" and "wish you were heres" they chatted a while. Brent told her he was in Atlanta. He said he looked forward to the next show. And the next one, and the next one, etc. "Then I will be back in Chicago to do that show I missed there when I got sick." He was silent a moment. "Hey, you suppose we could get together and have dinner or something when I come to town?" He teased. Andrea played along.

"Mmmm, I'll have to check my schedule. I might have plans already." He laughed.

"Okay, well, get back to me on that one!" They talked a while longer and then, having nothing more to say, they hung up. Andrea kissed the phone, set it down, and went back to her reading.

The next afternoon, as Brent was checking out the stage set up Curt came up to him with a big, muscular guy with jet black, curly hair in tow. Curt introduced him as Alex, a new Roadie. Brent and Alex shook hands. "You sure you're just a Roadie?" Brett asked Alex. The guy looked like a bodybuilder. "Maybe you should take the place of the entire security team!" Alex laughed at that.

"Naw, can't do it. I'm too gentle!" Brent, Alex, and Curt laughed together.

"And funny too!" Curt pointed out. Brent agreed.

"Well, dude, if there's anything I can do for you don't hesitate to ask." Brent said shaking his hand again and then walking away with Curt. Alex stared after them, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, man. I sure will ask." He muttered in a low voice and turned and walked away.

Later that day, as Brent was sitting alone on the stage with his guitar, practicing and exercising his voice Alex walked up to him and handed him a huge glass of water with a couple of slices of lemon floating in the water. Brent looked at him surprised and took the water and drank.

"Hey, that was very nice. Thanks." Brent said after he'd gulped down at least half of it. Alex planted his hands on his hips and looked at Brent.

"I heard about your throat ordeal and thought maybe you'd be thirsty. You sing hard man." Brent nodded and finished the water. He set the glass down on the stage and Alex picked it right up. As Alex walked away, Brent shouted a thank you. Alex waved behind him. Brent watched him go and noticed a funny taste in his mouth. He wrote it off as the lemon and went back to his practicing.

In the next few days Alex and Brent became buddies. Brent talked to Alex about music and playing the guitar and Alex gave Brent some pointers on how he could beef up his chest. Alex was always hanging around Brent. Brent thought nothing of it. Jeff, on the other hand, watched Alex with interest. He wondered what was with this guy. On one occasion Jeff stood behind a huge speaker container and watched as Alex brought Brent a Coke and then stood talking to him. Jeff frowned. He stared at the two of them talking and laughing. Could Alex be gay? Jeff chuckled to himself. Wouldn't that be the story of the year? He shook his head of the thought. All he knew is that there was something that wasn't right about Alex. He was mysterious. Mysterious and too anxious. Alex did a lot of things for all the guys but he hung around Brent the most. Jeff decided he would do a little investigating and walked away.

Brent was onstage, belting out a song when he felt that queasy feeling in his stomach again. He broke out into a sweat and then chills. He'd been having it for a few days now and this was not the time nor the place for it to re-surface. He got distracted and stopped singing. Curt shot him a look and noticed how pale Brent was. He walked quickly over to Brent. Kevin and Jeff stopped playing too. The whole audience was watching.

"Brent, you okay?" Curt whispered. Brent nodded and leaned on the microphone stand.

"I think so, my stomach just hurts." Curt felt a little relieved. He was worried it was his throat again. Brent hadn't said anything but he hadn't said anything the last time either.

"You need a little break?" Brent nodded again quickly and ran off the stage. Curt made some excuse to the audience and then the three of them played on without Brent until Brent came back a short time later. He looked even more pale. Curt was concerned as were the others but Brent assured them he could go on and they finished the concert without another incident.

The next morning, Kelvin woke Brent up around 10. Brent seemed a little out of it. "Brent, are you alright?" Kelvin asked. Brent yawned and smacked his lips.

"No, I need coffee." Kelvin looked at him seriously.

"I'm not kidding, are you okay? How's your throat?" Brent felt his neck with his hands.

"It's okay. It's just my stomach. It's been bothering me lately." Kelvin was relieved.

"It's probably this fast food we've been eating. It wreaks havoc on mine too." Kelvin said and walked away. He got Brent a cup of coffee and brought it to him. Brent drank the coffee and then moments later was in the bathroom. As he came out, he shut the door behind him ordering no one go in there! He turned to Kelvin and made a face. "You see, everything I eat or drink comes right out the other end!" Kelvin shrugged as Brent walked away.

That night, after the concert, they had another party to attend. Brent was dreading it. He grabbed himself a beer and made the rounds, chatting briefly with friends and fans. He watched the clock. He was going to call Andrea soon and he figured he would make an appearance and then slip away unnoticed. He moved off into a corner and was sipping his beer when a woman suddenly appeared in front of him. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly pressing her tits against him.

"Brent baby!" She shouted in his ear and then kissed him hard on the mouth. He pressed his lips together tightly as she smeared her red lipstick all over him. He shoved her backwards roughly.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked angrily and wiped is mouth with the back of his hand. He then wiped his hand on his jeans. It was then he noticed that when she'd hugged him she'd caused him to spill his beer all down the front of himself. "Look what the fuck you did!" He growled. The girl stood there, staring, eyes widening and filling with tears.

"Don't you remember me Brent?" She asked tearfully. He looked at her and sighed. He thought he did. He nodded anyway. "Last time we were together you told me I was the best fuck you'd ever had." She touched his face lightly with her perfectly manicured nail. He pulled away from her not wanting her to touch him.

"Did I?" He asked looking around the room to see if anyone noticed them together. His eyes searched wildly and seeing no one looking he rubbed his face with his hand. "That wasn't very nice of me, was it?" She smiled.

"I didn't mind." He looked at her. She was a pretty girl with long, brown hair that was curled to perfection. She had big, brown, doe eyes and long black lashes caked with many layers of mascara. She had a perfect body and large, well rounded breasts that were stuffed into a too tight, low cut top. They peeked out the top and taunted him. She noticed him looking at her and was pleased. Just then Alex walked up to Brent. He plucked the empty beer bottle from his hand and replaced it with a fresh one, winked at Brent and then walked away. Brent watched Alex go nervously. He didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about him standing here, talking to this girl, and report it to Andrea. This was an innocent conversation and would stay that way! The girl, anxious to have Brent's attention, tugged at his denim jacket. Brent turned to her.

"You're name, again, was?" Brent asked. She smiled at him with big, white teeth. "Jennifer." She said coyly. He cleared this throat. He tried to make small talk. He checked his watch every few minutes. He asked her how she'd been. What she did for a living. Did she have any pets ... He checked his watch again and decided it was time to leave. He drained his beer and excused himself. Jennifer followed him outside. He stood next to the van the guys had come in and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Jennifer found him there and stood next to him. He slid the phone back into his pocket and looked at her.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked, a little agitated. She nodded and thrust out her boobs.

"I need sex." She said. He raised his eyebrows at her. Then he shook his head.

"C'mon Jennifer. A pretty girl like you doesn't have to do this to herself to feel worthwhile." He learned that from Andrea! "Just go back in and enjoy the party." He pointed to the front door. As he raised his arm he felt a little dizzy. He steadied himself by putting a hand on the van. Jennifer reached out to him and he waved her away.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, concerned. He nodded and leaned against the van. His head was swimming. He blamed it on the beer. Since Lauren's warning he hadn't been drinking much. Now he chastised himself for being a lightweight. She put her arms around him, watching his eyes roll up into his head. He tried to pull away from her and slid forward and fell. He hit his arm hard on the rocky pavement and he felt a searing pain shoot through his shoulder. He felt nauseated and dizzy. His head was hurting. He felt the girl touching and groping and calling out to him. He couldn't answer. He heard someone walk up to them and before he could even see who it was he blacked out.

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