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ANOTHER SEQUEL TO "WEDDING PLANNER"

Title: The Tour part one
Author: pippii
Rating: PG
Word Count: 914
Warnings: No beta
Prompt(s): A sequel to ”Wedding planner” and The Wedding day”.
Summary: Steve is never going on tour again - NEVER!!
A/N: Lots of people liked the first fics and wanted more and I wanted to write sweet and cute love-on-tour-with singing-fic. But Steve had other plans and took over this one.



Never again!!!!
When this tour was over he was going solo!!!!
Steve’s head was buzzing as they left Sabillasville, Maryland on their way to the next town on the tour.
Looking in the rear-view mirror he saw Jared and Chris asleep on the backseat of the car and huffed out a laugh; if any two people needed sleep it would be them.
Starring at the empty road ahead Steve sighed and let his mind drift back to the first week of the tour.

Steve had spend the night after the wedding on the sofa in Jared’s and Chris´ house, his head buried under the pillows to muffle out the noise from the bedroom. Damn lovesick couple!
They had a long drive to Sabillasville, so they had to get an early start. Being a new upcoming band meant that they had to cover their own expenses and do their own driving. But a whole week in the same town was a start.

After much banging on the bedroom door Steve got the newlyweds out of bed for the car ride and then had to suffer through three hours of lovey dowey from the backseat until it was Chris´ turn to drive.
They arrived late afternoon and found the motel, which turned out to be disaster number one. Turned out their rooms was one room with a double bed and a pullout in the corner.
Chris had yelled, Jared had looked embarrassed and Steve had to swear to stay away from the room, for three hours after they finished their gig.

They only had time for a sandwich and a beer before taking the stage in the only bar in town, the one at the motel.
The audience was mildly interested, and Jared sat on the small stage the whole concert, looking at Chris with his big puppy eyes, licking his lips and making Chris forget the lyrics and Steve wishing he was blind and deaf.

As soon as the applause from the last song started, Chris jumped of the stage, grasped Jared’s hand and headed for the stairs, leaving Steve to pack up the guitars.
Steve sighed and looked at the clock, 11.30pm..that meant it would be 2.30 until he would be able to get some sleep.
With a yawn he headed for the bar, finding the bartender being the only person there.
Taking his order the girl smiled at him, and Steve felt a bit less tired. She was a cute red-head and he spend a couple of enjoyable hours in her company until the bar closed and Steve headed up the stairs to the room.

Listening at the door and not hearing anything, he opened the door and walked into the room as quiet as a mouse. Just to roar like a wounded lion when his eyes fell on Chris and Jared on the bed, Jared on his knees and Chris on his……..still whimpering Steve fled down the stairs and into the bar, crashing into the small barmaid.
Taking one look at him, his wild eyes and the flailing hands, she pushed him down into a chair and ran to get a bottle of scotch. Steve grabbed the bottle and gulped down a large swig before setting the bottle on the table, his entire body trembling.
His voice cracking he told the girl about the horror he had just witnessed, who would have thought that a guy like Chris could bend like that???
Not a thing Steve would ever want to see ever again, he would have to dig out his eyes with a spoon.

When Steve had calmed down enough to function like a human being, the red-head took his hand and lead him into the backroom of the bar, where apparently she was sleeping. Steve spend a good night with her, she was bendy too, but NOT the same way as Chris was, thank you very much - and had almost forgotten the incident the next morning.

Until he walked into Jared and Chris at the breakfast buffet, Jared sending him a shy smile and blushing and Chris just looking smug. Steve starred at him for a minute, until the quietly agreed on never talking about the-incident-never-to-be-talked-about-again.

As Chris and Jared spend most of the day until they had to go on stage, in bed, Steve spend his days in the bar, playing his guitar and trying out a few new songs. The nights he spend at the red-heads room and that worked out fine for him. That was until last night where apparently her weekly shift was over, because when Steve walked into the room, shirt off and opening his belt, he looked into the face of a big guy build like Rambo and hitting just as hard.
After cleaning off the blood he went up to the room, banged loudly on the door and announced that he was coming in, and was in no mood to witness anymore perversions from his former friends.
He had heard scrambling behind the door, and then Jared’s voice asking him to enter.
Not looking in the direction of the double bed he headed to the pullout and fell asleep almost the minute his throbbing head hit the pillow.

And now here he was, driving the car on the way to the next small town, with the lovebirds sleeping peaceful in each others arms at the backseat, and himself planning on the solo career he would start as soon as this tour was over.

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woman_of_
Mar. 1st, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
Oh poor Steve! Loved it.
pippii
Mar. 2nd, 2010 07:54 am (UTC)
Poor Steve indeed;) But I think when he´s calmed down things would look brighter;)
Thank you soooo much honey♥
Hugs
burned_phoenix
Mar. 1st, 2010 10:08 pm (UTC)
poor steve!!! *hugs and cuddles him* :D
pippii
Mar. 2nd, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)
Poor Steve he needs that right now;)
Thank you for reading♥
Hugs
silverstrings
Mar. 3rd, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)
Hehe, hvilken morsom måde at fortelle på, fra Steve's stakkels perspektiv...stakkels Steve. De kunne da været noget mere hensynsfulle.

Meget sød liten fic, jeg sitter her og smiler :)

*klemmer*
pippii
Mar. 3rd, 2010 02:24 pm (UTC)
Stakkels Steve, de må gøre noget for at han bliver;)
Jeg er så glad for at du kan lide den, din mening betyder så meget for mig...

♥krammer♥
silverstrings
Mar. 3rd, 2010 02:51 pm (UTC)
Jeg synes det er så svært at forklare hvad, jeg finner så sød med din skriving, men hele tonen i historien er bare så sød, uden at bli naiv og barnslig (jeg ahr en vennine der skriver barnslig og det er forfærdelig at lese...). Det virker bare så anturlig når du skriver, det flyter så godt!

Nu...hvad er neste kapittel om? Måske Jared må tale med Steve og Chris og bringe dem isammen igen så de ikke bliver uvenenr? Eller måske Jared og Chris skal flytte inn sammen??

*klemmer*
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