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Date Posted: 23:10:20 05/01/06 Mon
Author: ShanBan
Subject: Basketcase - Chapter One
"No freakin way!!!!!!" Guinevere McFadden yelled at her boss, Jack. "Come on Gwen, I really need you to do this, plus the moneys awsome!" he begged her. "I dont care, what does being some country music pretty boy's personal assistant have to do with psycology and art therapy anyway? I didnt work my ass off to follow around that playboy and his blonde waif, coming to their bekon call..." she retorted back to him. "They're not together anymore, thats why they called me. Anyone can be a PA Gwenie, but hes having a rough time of it, and his people thought sending someone out who knows what they hell they are talking about might help him. Please Gwen, for me?" "How long? And when would I leave?" "Well you would leave tomarrow night, he's starting his tour here in Nashville so after the show they are headed out and you would be with them for about 10 weeks..." "10 weeks are you insane?!?!?!?!" "I know its a long time Gwen but this is good work for you, you'll get paid well and you'll get some good one on one experience." he was almost to the point of getting on his knees by now. She let out a frustrated sigh and looked at him. "Fine I'll go but you owe me big time..." "You will? Oh my god I love you! Yea yea I know, you'll get your thanks!"
She left her office and went home to pack, Jack had gived her a list of everything she would need, the tour schedual, all the itineraries, and anyother details she would want to know. "What the hell do I pack for 10 weeks?" she asked herself outloud. She started piling clothes into her suitcase, well at least it was a summer tour so that made for an easy wardrobe. She packed up her shoes and threw in a couple of nice dresses and bathing suits, just in case. She would be attending the show tomarrow night and then leaving with Keith and the gang on the bus. After everything was finished she doubled checked everything and went to bed, tomarrow was going to be a very long day.
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Basketcase - Chapter Two -- ShanBan, 23:13:07 05/01/06 Mon [1]
Gwen got up the next morning at 9, since she was all packed she took her time getting ready, she was sschedualed to go to Keith's soundcheck and meet everybody before the show and get her stuff on the bus, but the car to pick her up wouldnt be there until twelve. After a nice long shower Gwen was pondering what to wear, should couldnt believe she was actually stressing about what to wear. Looking threw what she left unpacked she came across her favorite denim skirt, "Hmm how could I have forgotten to pack that" she thought outloud. She put on the skirt and her "Mamma Tried" wife beater and her favorite longhorn skull concho belt. Shoes - they presented a dilemma, did she want really comfortable like flipflops, or something with a little more flair. She decided on some cute wedges that tied around her ankle and gave her a few inches, helping her past her 4'11 stature. Her hair, now that was one thing about herself that she really did love. Her hair was long with perfect curls and waves. What most people spent hours trying to achieve hers dried like it naturally. And then there was the color, she was proud to be a true redhead, one of the few of a dying breed. She applied some lip gloss and all her favorite jewerly and looked in the mirror. Satisfied with her apperence she grabbed her stuff and waited downstairs. The car was at her house at noon on the dot. The driver was a very friendly man, helping her with her bags and engaging in conversatioin on the way. "So are you a big country music fan?" he asked curiously. "Well I do live in Nashville dont I?" she smiled back at him. They continued chatting until they arrived. He pulled up next to the buses and took out her bags, placing them on the bus where she would be staying. He gave her a pass to wear and directed her on where she needed to go.
"Aaaarrrgggg!!!!" Keith fumed and threw his water bottle into the empty seats in front of him, after breaking another guitar string. He was in a funk and couldn't for the life of him get out of it. He started an acoustic set and turned around to the guys when he heard them all slowly die out. "What the hell are y'all-" noticing their intent gaze on something he looked out into the outdoor venue to what ever had them mystified.
She was walking towards the stage and to all the guys she was in slow motion. Keith's gaze traveled up her very tanned killer legs to her slim hips, her impressive chest, and then that face. She took off her sunglases as she was walking and shook out her hair. Being as obvious as he was Gwen noticed his gazing and aprreciative look her gave her body. "Like what you see playboy?" Her words brought Keith out of his thoughts, "I'm sorry love what was that?" "Nothing, I assume your Mr. Urban?" as if she didnt already know. "Yes that woudl be me, but please call me Keith, and you are?" "Guinevere McFadden, Gwen, your new PA." "Oh really umm well welcome aboard" he seemed shocked by her statement. "And these fine gentalmen would be?" Jerry stepped forward and introduced the whole gang.
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another site -- kennedypratt, 23:23:49 05/01/06 Mon [1]
hey shan did you post this previously on another site, under the name JunkGypsy?
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Another Site -- ShanBan, 21:34:18 05/02/06 Tue [1]
I sure did KP, I thought I would add it here to spice this place up!
Thanks so much if I dont collasp tonight I'll try and get more up.
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I'm loving where this is heading!! That's it Gwen, there's nothing better than an entrance like that! I would love to see the expression on Keith's face when he's awstruck by a beautiful woman, can't wait 'till I meet him, LOL! -- AussieChick, 00:37:04 05/02/06 Tue [1]
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Loving this. Can't wait to see where it goes. -- Sunny, 01:50:16 05/02/06 Tue [1]
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Basketcase - Chapter Three -- ShanBan, 23:35:27 05/02/06 Tue [1]
She sat in one of the seats and watched the soundcheck. It hadnt been as bad as she thought, except for the fact that pretty boy up their didnt take her seriously and just saw her as a fine piece of ass. Jack had said it himself, anyone could be a PA, it wasnt an intellectually challenging job to say the least. It irked her to the highest degree to know that he saw nothing of her own intellect. She sighed and resumed watching the soundcheck.
As amazing as he was with his music, she was sticking with her first impression of him, and that was that he was an arrogant egotisticle ass. The way he looked at her while singing some songs, "Raining On Sunday" imperticularly, got under her skin and she was thankful when the soundcheck was over. They all headed back to the bus so she could get settled in. She walked with Jerry and Chris R on the way to the bus, she was getting to enjoying their company, they were both halirious and she couldnt keep from laughing. Keith was walking with Chad a few legs behind and he couldnt keep his eyes off Gwen. "Your drooling man" Chad said with laughter in his voice. "Wha- I - Shut up Chad..." Keith gave him a friendly punch to the arm.
The arrived at the bus and was given the grand tour, all was good and fun until she found her sleeping arrangements. "Well Keith's room is the biggest and theres a seperate bathroom there so hes gonna sleep on a inflatable on the floor and you can have his bed." "Why am I not suprised" she mumbled under her breath. "What?" Keith asked. "I siad I couldnt take your bed from you I'll sleep on the floor really I dont mind." After arguing over it for about five minutes she got her way and the floor. All of the guys look at Keith and Gwen and then at eachother, they knew they were gonna bump some serious heads, this was going to be a long tour.
After everything and everyone was settled in the headed back to the venue for the concert. After an amazing show they all got back on the bus and lounged out in the living room. Keith was the first to hit the shower and emergered from the bathroom with wet hair in a pair of sweatpants. He slouch down on the couch next to Gwen and started a conversation. "So Gwen, have you always wanted to be a personal assistant?" She chuckled a bit and looked at him, she wondered if he knew how much he was insulting her. "No, this is a job I was forced on" Noticing her icy stare Keith wondered what the hell she had against him. Well two can play at this game sweetheart, he though to himself with a smile.
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"Have a seat on my fat boy" !! love it , love it , love it! -- AussieChick, 02:54:34 05/03/06 Wed [1]
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OMG! -- Chesneygirl73, 17:57:46 05/03/06 Wed [1]
There is NO way I could ever not reply to that comment if it was ever made to me!! I would be like hell yeah!
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Basketcase - Chapter Four -- ShanBan, 23:38:19 05/02/06 Tue [1]
The next couple of weeks were filled with endless banter. The rest of guys were pretty used to Keith and Gwen at eachothers throats, plenty of insults were thrown, but what the guys found entertaining the was amount of sexual innuendos and suggestions thrown into these insults. They wondered if either of them really knew what they were saying to eachother. Gwen had called Jack countless times asking why she needed to be here. She didnt see this "rough time" he was so called having. As far as she was concerend he was thrilled pushing her buttons and that simply pissed her off so she took revel in pushing his in return.
On their way into New Mexico, someone thought ti would be a fabulous idea to watch "The Hills Have Eyes" the movie was wrong in so many ways and for most of it she hid her face in Chris R's shoulder. She was so disturbed by what she was seeing, it less then thrilled her to know that was where they were headed. They arrived early the next morning and they all got breakfast. Around 11 Keith called into the bus for Gwen. One thing she hated about this job was the fact that she had to answer to Keith when he needed her.
She walked off the bus and found Keith sitting on his bike with very suggestive look on his face. "We're going for a ride, have a seat on my fat boy." Everything he said oozed with double meaning and she raised an eyebrow in question, then he winked at her. "No way in hell!" she told him. "Aww come on Red am I really that repulsive?" He asked her knowingly. "That's not what I meant, I'm not going anywhere remotly close to them hills, I'm not getting raped by some radioactive inbred." Ignoring everthing she said except for the first sentence he said, "Oh so you do want me..." She glared at him, "Eat me" she said coldly and walked back onto the bus.
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Tension, tension, tension... great job so far! -- Sunny, 01:20:34 05/03/06 Wed [1]
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Basketcase - Chapter Five -- ShanBan, 22:50:48 05/03/06 Wed [1]
She survived New Mexico and now they were headed to Los Angeles. Gwen wasnt all that excited, she was a country farm girl, she grew up on a ranch growing all sorts of things. As far as she was concered the only thing that grows in LA are breasts.
Gwen walked into the living room joining everyone else. She took a seat and noticed Keith and Chad staring at her. "What?" she asked them. "How tall are you?" Chad asked her. "4'11....why?" she knew they were up to something. "I'm gonna guess you weigh around 95, 100..." Keith told her. "Your point?" "Well see Chad and I have a little predicament going on. I think that with your stature, or lack there of, theres no way your boobs are real. Chad here tells me I'm wrong, he thinks your all natrual..." Everyone stared at her waiting for her reply. She didnt say anything. She got up and walked over to him. He looked up at her and was not expecting what came next. His head whipped to this side as she smacked him. "Son of a b*tch" he screamed, "If you wanted to play rough all you had to do was say so...." She could hear the amusement in his voice and she turned and stormed off the bus, Jerry went quickly behind her. "I'm gonna guess that Chad was right...." Chris piped in. "Shut up man" Keith said before sulking off to his bedroom.
"Hey Gwenie wait up, are you ok?" Jerry grabbed her arm. "Oh yea I'm fine, he needed a good boot in the ass, I should have done that a week ago but at least now he gave me an excuse for it..." she assured him. He took her hand and walked her back to the bus. She made herself some hot chocolate and joined the boys for a movie. Keith came in five minutes later and had the nerve to sit next to her. She was immersed in the movie and Keith brought her out of her thoughts when he asked, "What language is that in..." pointing to the tattoo on the inside of her arm below her wrist. "Gaelic" she relpied drly. "What's it mean?" he knew he was getting on he nerves again and he loved it. "Piss off....." she replied without looking at him. "Now why would you go and get soemthing like that tattooed on your arm?" he asked amused. She turned to face him, "So when people like you ask me what it means I can tell them to shove it..." She didnt wait for his response as she turned back to the movie.
All the guys were thinking the exact same thing, there was so much sexual tension between these too, you could cut it with a knife. They really just needed to get over themselves and get it on.
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Basketcase - Chapter Six -- ShanBan, 22:54:14 05/03/06 Wed [1]
Gwen decided she had had enough excitement for one day and said goodnight to the guys. She was in the middle of changing when her door opened, standing in her bra and a pair of boxers she turned to see Keith staring at her. "See something you want playboy?" she asked while she turned her back to him to take off her bra and put on a tanktop. He wouldnt admit it to himself but his mouth went dry at the site of her. He didnt respond to her, he waited untill she turned back around before removing his shirt. She tried her best not to stare at him but she couldnt deny the fact that he was the most beautiful creature on the planet, as arrogant as he was. She layed down as he started takeing off his jeans, she knew full well that most of the time he slept naked. He killed the lights and got into bed. "Sweet dreams pumpkin..." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Blow me..." he replied. "Yea I bet you'd like that wouldnt you..." he didnt answer her he just chuckled and turned to go to sleep.
The next night at the concert she was sitting in the 2nd row chatting with the women next to her. Keith started reading signs and pulled a few people on stage obligin to their requests. Before he started the next song he annouced to the crowd that he herd there was a birthday in the second row. He pointed to Gwen and had security bring her up on stage. She was fuming but she didnt let the crowd see it. Keith looked at her and could tell she was pissed beyond belief, which is exactly what he was going for. He asked her her name and where she lived and what she did for a living. She told him and the audience that she was a psycologist. He stared at her in disbelief, seriously wondering if she was telling the truth. Putting the thought aside he told the crowed that there was a tradition they had in Austraila, when its someones birthday and they get a birthday kiss, they have to hold it for as many seconds as years they are old. He asked her how hold she was and she told him 25. He told the crowd to count down from 25 and the band started them off. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard of the lips. The crowd went wild and he turned her a bit so they didnt see him stick his tounge down her throat. When the 25 seconds were up he pulled away and looked at her. Her green eyes were like knives to the heart. He let her off stage but she didnt go back to her seat, instead she went back to the bus.
After the show they guys went back to the bus and got showered. Keith came into the living room and sat down next to Gwen who was reading a People magazine. "What ya reading about?" "Oh nothing really, turns out Kate Martin (Keith's ex) is engaged to some rising rock star...." Keith got up and stormed off into his bedroom. The guys witnessed this and just shook their heads...
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Basketcase - Chapter Seven -- ShanBan, 21:43:51 05/07/06 Sun [1]
Keith woke up the next morning remembering last nights events: there was the concert, which went fantastically well, that kiss - the kiss he had unwillingly dreamed about all night long, and then there was the magazine, getting over it he thought out loud, "Touche, Red, touche...." He got out of bed, got showered and dressed and joined the group for breakfast.
Insults and sexual inuendos were thrown across the breakfast tabel and the band just amused themselves in the entertainment. Keith was sitting directly across from Gwen at the very small table. Getting ready for some payback he waited untill Gwen looked up from eating. When she looked at him to take a drink he very slowly and very suggestivly licked his lips and brushed his hand up the inside of her thigh. Gwen choked on apple juice and Jerry reached over patting her on the back. All the boys noticed the amused and satisfied look on Keith's face and again, just shook their heads. Completely flustered by the whole event Gwen excused herself from the table and headed back to the bus. Keith watched her leave with a very triumphant grin on his face.
"When are you two gonna give it up?" Chad asked. "Once she breaks...." Keith replied, his mind fully set on wining this ever growing battle. "And what makes you think that shes going to give into you? How do you even know she wants you?" Chad asked again. "Oh come on man, were you not there last night, or did you miss the little exchange under the table this morning?" Chris R replied knowingly. "Ok I guess she does want you....but what are you gonna do when she gives in?" "Dunno....havent figured that part out yet..." Keith replied while pondering, truth was, he wasnt sure she would acctually give in.
They were in the great state of Texas and becuase they were there for three days they were staying in a hotel, of sorts. Unfortunatly Gwen still had to share a room with Keith, in case he "needed" anything. 'Need anying my ass' she thought to herself getting some clothes together for the hotel. He mood went from bad to worse when she saw her transpertation method to the hotel. She had to ride with Keith on his bike. "You're chariot awaits milady...." "Dont flatter yourself..." she replied to him as he secured her bag to the bike. Keith swung a leg over and instructed her to do the same. She got on and slid a little closer than nessicary to Keith. "You know, I herd you dreaming last night..." she said seductivly into his ear. "Oh really?" he leaned back answering her. "Yea, sounded, interesting..." she nibbled on his earlobe and he took a sharp intake of breath. "Whats the matter Keith?" She raked her nails up his stradeled thighs, "Did I strike a nerve....?" He just gunned the bike and hit the gas, laughing as she quickly grabbed his tight waist.
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Basketcase - Chapter Nine -- ShanBan, 21:47:54 05/07/06 Sun [1]
They met the rest of the guys in the lobby and checked in. There were headed to the elevators but the guys told Keith and Gwen that they would be up in a minute. Unbeknowist to them, the guys had a plan. Keith and Gwen got on the elevator, their room was on the top floor. During their ride Keith turned to Gwen and asked, "Is that your real haircolor?" She glared at him, "Do you wanna get punched in the face?" He just laughed and shook his head. They were halfway up when all of the sudden the elevator came to an abrupt stop then lights when off and the emergency red light came on, casting a dark crimson glow to the whole space. "Oh they've got to be kidding me!!!!!!" Gwen screamed out in frustration. A voice came over the speaker telling them that they were in no danger but it would be at least four hours untill they could get it working again. " I hate elevators!!" "I take it you've been stuck on an elevator before?" Keith asked amused. "As a matter of fact I have and they never get you out when they say they will, so were looking at more like 6 hours." "Six hours, damn girl, you better keep your distance." She jsut shot him an angry look.
Downstairs the guys all felt very acomplished in their plan of action. They thanked the hotel manager for the favor and headed up to their room. "Are we sure they wont kill eachother in there?" Chad asked with serious concern. "Hmmm good point, I never really thought of that....oh well, I guess we'll find out." Jerry laughed as they got to their room and settled in.
Six hours? What the hell was she going to do in there with him for six hours, besides kill him or jump his bones.'No you cant think like that! You hate him, remember you hate him! As much as she hated him she couldnt help but notice how incredibly sexy he looked in the red glow of the single emergency light, with the slightly pissed off expression on his face. Then she started thinking about the kiss from the concert. She was so angry and turned on at the same time, she didnt know what to do with herself. Looking back over at him she told herself again, remember you hate him.' Little did she know Keith was thinking the exact same thing, and now he was determined to break her. He knew she was affected by the kiss he gave her, and she was obviously thrown a loop with his little gesture at the breakfast table. He wanted her bad, he knew that much, even though she angered him to no end, and he had a pretty strong feeling that she wanted him to, but it was going to be his challenge to get her to admit it.
After some time passed the voice came back and informed them that an hour had gone by and they were working as fast as they could. Only an hour! It felt like they had been in there all day. Keith started humming with a mischeiveous grin on his face. Catching on to his tune of Aerosmith's 'Love in an Elevator', Gwen smacked him on the arm. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!?" "I know what your humming!" she said angerly. He just luaghed at her and continued entertaining himself.
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Oops! -- ShanBan, 22:22:59 05/07/06 Sun [1]
That should say Chapter Eight......dont worry I didnt skip one!
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Is that the one that goes 'Love in an elevator, living it up while I'm going down' ? I know better than to ask who's going down! -- AussieChick, 00:42:48 05/08/06 Mon [1]
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Basketcase - Chapter Nine -- ShanBan, 21:42:45 05/09/06 Tue [1]
A couple more hours had passed and the elevator started getting hot. Gwen rid herself of her sweatshirt and Keith got rid of his leather jacket. Her butt completely numb from sitting on it for so long, Gwen got up and started pacing the elevator. After a half hour she was driving Keith insane. "Jesus christ will you stop pacing!!!" he yelled at her. "I cant help it if my ass is asleep!!" she yelled back. And so the battle begins.
She continued pacing and Keith couldnt take it any longer. He got up and cornered her, backing her into the wall. "Move!" she tried to push past him, failing miserably. He moved in closer, so close that her back was pressed up against the side of the elevator and his hips were pressed up against hers. "Back off...." she warned him. He had that look in his eye, the same look he had before he kissed her, and the same look he had at breakfast, and it made her mad. "Keith I swear to god..." "You know what I think Gwenie" he didnt wait for a response. "I think that you dont hate me at all, in fact I think you want me so bad thats all you can think about, and you just pretend to hate me to cover your ass..." "Well Keith I think your full of it..." "Am I? Prove it to me then, look me straight in the eye and tell me that you dont want me..." he challenged her, pressing his hips harder agaisnt hers. She looked up at him, willing her voice to say it, tell him she didnt want him.
"What the matter Gwenie, cat got your tounge? Or maybe you'd rather I have your tounge, like the other night...." He had slowly worked his hands to her wrists and was moving them up the side of the wall and whispering in her ear. "I bet you think about it at night dont you, when your lying there all alone, I bet you wonder how it woudl be...What it woudl be like to be writhing underneath me, to run your nails down my back, to have my naked body against yours, to feel me taste you, to feel me inside you...." He could feel her heart pounding and her breathing become heavy. She gasped at the thought of his last words and he took that opertunity to close his mouth over hers, slipping his tounge inside. When he felt her return the kiss he lowered them to the floor, Gwen stradled across lis lap.
Their kisses were demanding and hungry, full of angry lust and passion. Keith flipped them over and trapped her body under his, feeling her delicate hipbones dig into his own. In the midst of devouring eachother, the elevator came back to life with a sharp jerk. Being thrust back into realitly Gwen pulled away and stared at Keith, before quickly getting up and storming out of the elevator, leaving him their with a very uncomfortable strain in his groin.
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Going up, first floor intimate ladies apparel, men's underware and video camera equipment! Wonder if there was a surveillance video in that elevator? Make for some interesting viewing! -- AussieChick, 23:33:03 05/09/06 Tue [1]
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