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Once I had driven out of the garage I looked over at Damian. Sleeping like a baby. I couldn't help but smile. Shaking my head I focused on the road. Even without asking him I knew where to go. He was performing at the Nokia Theater tonight.
"Uhhrmm. Nice car." Damian had said in the middle of waking up.
"Hmmm. Best car I've ever had. Beautiful suspension, just like I don't need to touch the wheel. Got to love any car like this. It even came in my favorite color!" I said proudly.
"I see. I like the seats. Leather if I'm not mistaken."
Laughing I nodded. I had to get this car. First, it was black, it was fast, leather interior, and it was brand new. Brand new means, XM stereo, voice recognitions, surround sound, and a gps. I love my car more than anything in the world.  Well, not everything.
"So, Luke's your boss?" he asked hesitantly.
"You can say that."
"Your boyfriend?"
I inhaled sharply. Were we? I couldn't say.
"I guess."
"What do you mean 'I guess.'?"
"I can't be sure. I mean I think we are. But I really don't know."
"Hmm why did you try to save me?"
"It was the only thing I could do to repay you."
"Repay me for what?"
"To repay you, for being a good friend." I said while letting my car idle in front of the Nokia Theater.
"You better get going before you're late to makeup."
"Come inside with me."
I thought about that for a minute. Looking at him, straight and the eye, I gave in to his request. I drove around back and parked next to their over-sized trailer.
'Holy shiz!' I thought. 'How big of a trailer did they need?!'
"Hey are you coming?" I heard Damian yell.
"Pushy…." I quickly under my breath while running to catch up. He held open the door for me when I caught up. Rolling my eyes I stepped inside the warm building. Damian walked in front of me until we got to a rather large door.
"Stay here until I come again to get you." He said quietly.
I'm guessing that the wall was sound proof, because I sure as hell couldn't hear a God dang thing. After a good five minutes he came out grabbed my arm muttering something under his breath. That is when I saw his bright red face.
"Why are you blushing so darkly?" I asked confused. He glanced at me quickly before muttering under his breath, "You'll see."
When he got me in the room I wanted out. I was ambushed by two people, who I believe were Paul and Keith.
"Well, she's better looking than I thought she would be. What do you think Paul?" Keith asked with a huge grin plastered on his face.
'She's defiantly a darlin' lass. How old are you?' Paul asked politely. "And what's your name?"
"My name is Ashley. I turn twenty, no, twenty-one today." I said thinking about what day it was and what year. Wow, I'm now able to drink…
"Well, take a drink." Keith said excitedly while holding out a glass towards me.
"No thanks, I'm bad enough without being under the influence of alcohol."
"How is that possible?" Ryan asked me as a glint of curiosity shown in his eyes.
"I'm ADHD. That's why." I replied not missing a beat. Ryan chuckled and nodded his head.
"ADHD huh? I've heard the term but what does it mean?" I heard Paul ask.
"Attention Defecate Hyper-Active Disorder." Ryan and I said at the same time.
"Just means I have a learning disorder." I calmly explained as he mouthed the word "oh".
"Why don't you lads give the lass some space?" I think George said. "Damian go to get ready."
While he got ready I searched my bag for my Rockstar.
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath, ignoring the surprised looks it got me.
Okay, no Rockstar. Do you have your sketch book? Yes. Okay, what do you have? Cell phone, notebook, pen, camera, granola bar, Ipod, and a few other daily bring along things.  Great! I might as well text Luke and tell him I'm going to be awhile.
After letting Luke know how long I would be, I actually looked around the some-what small room.
It wasn't all that fancy, looked pretty big, nice furniture, and what I guessed to be some changing rooms in the back. I was sitting on a very comfortable chair with my sketch book on my lap.
Might as well get a few sketches in while I could…
I was interrupted by Keith in the middle of my third sketch, when he squeezed my automail arm. I quickly glanced at him to see his expression. His eyebrows were knitted together, with a slightly confused face.
"Ashley, what's with your arm?"
I stared down at my feet feeling all eyes on me. I knew this would happen.
"It's a long story…"
"We have time." George said.
'Well, this story starts back five years ago. When I first joined the military, with my friends, I was a big dolt and I left some of my notes in a chemical lab we used to have on our base. I didn't read the sign on the door that said, 'this lab will be demolished today.' And, this happened…"  I said while taking my jacket and glove off, revealing my metal arm. "I lost my arm. After the doc told me that I was a lucky person, my friend told me I should get a replacement. This is what I ended up with."
Everyone stared at me for a couple of minutes. Then Damian sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in and grabbed my metal arm and looked it over. He smiled.
"Almost like that one anime, Full Metal Alchemist. With Vic Mignogna." He stated with a huge grin plastered on his face.
I couldn't help but smile back at him.
That's how the show went, them talking with me in between songs.
I got to say my good-byes with everyone. Then Damian walked over to me.
"Thanks Ashley. For everything you did for me, that is."
I smiled and nodded.
"See you in a year!"  I called after him as I hopped in my Ferrari and drove away.
Highways aren't my best friend ever. But it was trying today. No traffic at all. That's a dramatic change.
Pulling into the garage made me start thinking. what the hell is in my room? I got out of my car and walked to my room to find Luke standing there.
"I wanted to see your expression when you open the present." He said with a smirk.
"I figured as much." I said while opening my door. Inside was a particularly small box, moving ever so slightly.  "What the heck?" I asked with my head cocked to the side.
"You'll see." Luke said with excitement as I walked toward the box. With care, I slowly opened the box. In a flash I grabbed what was inside with delicacy. What I had grabbed turned out to be a ferret, a black footed one at that. Its black eyes just stared at me with surprise. I gasped; it looked exactly like Cody, my very first ferret. I couldn't help but gawk at him.  His thin body, black feet, and burglar mask made him even more adorable.
I glanced at Luke; who was standing right next to me. "How did-"I started but he cut me off.
"We're in Nevada. They're allowed here, so relax.  And you mourned Cody's death for years. I found him while walking downtown. I thought you'd like him." He said while shrugging.
"He's so adorable!" I squeaked. "Thank you!"
I never noticed how close we were until Derek banged on my door and yelled, "We have a new mission!"

Description
Once I had driven out of the garage I looked over at Damian. Sleeping like a baby. I couldn't help but smile. Shaking my head I focused on the road. Even without asking him I knew where to go. He was performing at the Nokia Theater tonight.
"Uhhrmm. Nice car." Damian had said in the middle of waking up.
"Hmmm. Best car I've ever had. Beautiful suspension, just like I don't need to touch the wheel. Got to love any car like this. It even came in my favorite color!" I said proudly.
"I see. I like the seats. Leather if I'm not mistaken."
Laughing I nodded. I had to get this car. First, it was black, it was fast, leather interior, and it was brand new. Brand new means, XM stereo, voice recognitions, surround sound, and a gps. I love my car more than anything in the world.  Well, not everything.
"So, Luke's your boss?" he asked hesitantly.
"You can say that."
"Your boyfriend?"
I inhaled sharply. Were we? I couldn't say.
"I guess."
"What do you mean 'I guess.'?"
"I can't be sure. I mean I think we are. But I really don't know."
"Hmm why did you try to save me?"
"It was the only thing I could do to repay you."
"Repay me for what?"
"To repay you, for being a good friend." I said while letting my car idle in front of the Nokia Theater.
"You better get going before you're late to makeup."
"Come inside with me."
I thought about that for a minute. Looking at him, straight and the eye, I gave in to his request. I drove around back and parked next to their over-sized trailer.
'Holy shiz!' I thought. 'How big of a trailer did they need?!'
"Hey are you coming?" I heard Damian yell.
"Pushy…." I quickly under my breath while running to catch up. He held open the door for me when I caught up. Rolling my eyes I stepped inside the warm building. Damian walked in front of me until we got to a rather large door.
"Stay here until I come again to get you." He said quietly.
I'm guessing that the wall was sound proof, because I sure as hell couldn't hear a God dang thing. After a good five minutes he came out grabbed my arm muttering something under his breath. That is when I saw his bright red face.
"Why are you blushing so darkly?" I asked confused. He glanced at me quickly before muttering under his breath, "You'll see."
When he got me in the room I wanted out. I was ambushed by two people, who I believe were Paul and Keith.
"Well, she's better looking than I thought she would be. What do you think Paul?" Keith asked with a huge grin plastered on his face.
'She's defiantly a darlin' lass. How old are you?' Paul asked politely. "And what's your name?"
"My name is Ashley. I turn twenty, no, twenty-one today." I said thinking about what day it was and what year. Wow, I'm now able to drink…
"Well, take a drink." Keith said excitedly while holding out a glass towards me.
"No thanks, I'm bad enough without being under the influence of alcohol."
"How is that possible?" Ryan asked me as a glint of curiosity shown in his eyes.
"I'm ADHD. That's why." I replied not missing a beat. Ryan chuckled and nodded his head.
"ADHD huh? I've heard the term but what does it mean?" I heard Paul ask.
"Attention Defecate Hyper-Active Disorder." Ryan and I said at the same time.
"Just means I have a learning disorder." I calmly explained as he mouthed the word "oh".
"Why don't you lads give the lass some space?" I think George said. "Damian go to get ready."
While he got ready I searched my bag for my Rockstar.
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath, ignoring the surprised looks it got me.
Okay, no Rockstar. Do you have your sketch book? Yes. Okay, what do you have? Cell phone, notebook, pen, camera, granola bar, Ipod, and a few other daily bring along things.  Great! I might as well text Luke and tell him I'm going to be awhile.
After letting Luke know how long I would be, I actually looked around the some-what small room.
It wasn't all that fancy, looked pretty big, nice furniture, and what I guessed to be some changing rooms in the back. I was sitting on a very comfortable chair with my sketch book on my lap.
Might as well get a few sketches in while I could…
I was interrupted by Keith in the middle of my third sketch, when he squeezed my automail arm. I quickly glanced at him to see his expression. His eyebrows were knitted together, with a slightly confused face.
"Ashley, what's with your arm?"
I stared down at my feet feeling all eyes on me. I knew this would happen.
"It's a long story…"
"We have time." George said.
'Well, this story starts back five years ago. When I first joined the military, with my friends, I was a big dolt and I left some of my notes in a chemical lab we used to have on our base. I didn't read the sign on the door that said, 'this lab will be demolished today.' And, this happened…"  I said while taking my jacket and glove off, revealing my metal arm. "I lost my arm. After the doc told me that I was a lucky person, my friend told me I should get a replacement. This is what I ended up with."
Everyone stared at me for a couple of minutes. Then Damian sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in and grabbed my metal arm and looked it over. He smiled.
"Almost like that one anime, Full Metal Alchemist. With Vic Mignogna." He stated with a huge grin plastered on his face.
I couldn't help but smile back at him.
That's how the show went, them talking with me in between songs.
I got to say my good-byes with everyone. Then Damian walked over to me.
"Thanks Ashley. For everything you did for me, that is."
I smiled and nodded.
"See you in a year!"  I called after him as I hopped in my Ferrari and drove away.
Highways aren't my best friend ever. But it was trying today. No traffic at all. That's a dramatic change.
Pulling into the garage made me start thinking. what the hell is in my room? I got out of my car and walked to my room to find Luke standing there.
"I wanted to see your expression when you open the present." He said with a smirk.
"I figured as much." I said while opening my door. Inside was a particularly small box, moving ever so slightly.  "What the heck?" I asked with my head cocked to the side.
"You'll see." Luke said with excitement as I walked toward the box. With care, I slowly opened the box. In a flash I grabbed what was inside with delicacy. What I had grabbed turned out to be a ferret, a black footed one at that. Its black eyes just stared at me with surprise. I gasped; it looked exactly like Cody, my very first ferret. I couldn't help but gawk at him.  His thin body, black feet, and burglar mask made him even more adorable.
I glanced at Luke; who was standing right next to me. "How did-"I started but he cut me off.
"We're in Nevada. They're allowed here, so relax.  And you mourned Cody's death for years. I found him while walking downtown. I thought you'd like him." He said while shrugging.
"He's so adorable!" I squeaked. "Thank you!"
I never noticed how close we were until Derek banged on my door and yelled, "We have a new mission!"