i bet you didn't expect that,

[olivia gardner]

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP
i must be dreaming

Olivia was sitting behind the merch booth, filing her nails. This was not her job. She wasn’t a merch girl, and she had made that perfectly clear many times when she was asked by multiple band members to do them a favor and take over the job, seeing as their two merch girls had gotten sick (apparently they had eaten some bad shrimp when they went out the night before?) and there was no one, literally no one to do the job. And when on Warped Tour, the amount of merchandise you sold determined how long you could stay on the tour – gas was expensive, and touring honestly did not make you very much money. The band survived off of “Can’t Stop Won’t Stop” shirts and booty shorts that had been a real big hit with the teenage girls. And with the surge of illegal downloading via the internet, whatever CDs they could manage to sell really did help the band make ends meet. Whoever said touring was glamorous and made you lots of money was sadly, sadly mistaken. Not even the crew got paid that much, but honestly it was worth the bad pay to have this experience. Who wouldn’t want to get to travel the country with a bunch of famous (and hot) rockstars, and get paid for doing it!?

Olivia was decked out in a purple The Maine shirt with a mustache on it, a yellow TM hoodie, and…. All Time Low booty shorts. Yeah, she was a traitor. This was her way of letting the boys know that she wasn’t happy doing this, and that it wasn’t her job. Her job was to make the band look good, and take photos. How could she photograph them from over here? She groaned and stuck her legs up on the table. Right now wasn’t a very busy time for the table, because the Maine’s set was going on right now. People who came by often looked at the little time flyer next to Olivia’s legs and freaked, running towards the Hurley stage in an attempt to catch at least one song, most likely “I Must Be Dreaming.” She had learned early on that most of the “fans” out here were just teenage girls who wanted to meet and sex up John Ohh. She didn’t understand the appeal to that man – alright, even she would admit that he did have looks. But charm? No. He was persistent and annoying, and really shouldn’t have so many fans. Well, the girls didn’t really get to know him like Olivia did, so they had somewhat of an excuse. It was still annoying though.

One of said annoying fan girls approached the booth, wearing the exact same The Maine hoodie that Olivia had draped over her shoulders. She shuddered and slipped it off, putting on her best fake smile. “What can I do for you?” She asked, drumming her perfectly filed fingers on her bare leg. “Is the band really coming out here after he set? I need to get in line.” The girl said with a giant grin plastered across her face. Great. Not only would Olivia have to be stuck in this booth, but she’d have to deal with John hovering over her, signing t-shirts and blowing kisses at girls too nervous to come and talk to him. Obnoxious obnoxious obnoxious. “If it says so on the sheet, then yes.” The girl nodded, and Olivia’s fears were solidified. She was so tempted to take off her The Maine shirt just to piss off John, who was probably expecting her to try her hardest to sell their clothing and posters. When she saw him heading her way, she did just that, peeling the shirt off to leave her in a red embroidered tank top, the shirt that she was wearing before she was stuck with this job. She gave him her biggest fake grin and pointed him out to the line of girls that already went all the way back to the Forever the Sickest Kids tent, which was at least six down – she was too lazy to count exactly. “HI JOHN!” She shouted loudly, drawing attention to him before he could get behind the safety of the table. Now he could get mobbed and Olivia could have a few more seconds to herself before being harassed by the incredibly attractive and incredibly annoying lead singer.

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[john o'callaghan]

AND I THINK SHE'S PRETTY ,
but pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.



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"We're alive and we drive to the center of it, where we know we're all fine and this just can't be it..." He was singing his heart out, his position on the center of the stage accenting his tall stature. John's eyes saw tinted vision through his aviators as gave a look to Kennedy at his left, shooting him that same look that read 'this is STILL fucking awesome' as they continued on with the song, rounding it off. "And in the end we all know we only breathe for so long -- so tonight's the night, we all roll along... Oh, you're all so special," he found himself saying, that cheeky trademark crooked smirk on his lips as he called out to their audience above Pat's ending drum fills. They decided to finish with We All Roll Along instead of the cliche'd I Must Be Dreaming -- nah, they did that song earlier, in the middle of all their other ones. "Thanks for coming out, guys, we are The Maine, and we love you." The heat of the summer wasn't even phasing him after all the stage time they had, and even after the 40-minute stint on one of the main stages, he was still surprisingly cool in his white v-neck shirt and skinny jeans. The singer pushed his mic back into its hold on the stand as he unwrapped the cord from around his hand before rapidly shaking it idly at his sides -- a habit that he had been so prone to since they started playing shows long ago. Probably one of the factors that led him to breaking his wrist a little while ago anyways -- he should probably stop that.

The keys and Warped Tour stage pass jingled and hung from the key clasp on the back of his jeans with every step he took as he walked off the stage, the back of his hand wiping the few drops of sweat from his forehead. Running his hand through his messy brown hair, he was good at avoiding people after sets -- what could he say, he was pretty stealth for the most part, even with his noticeable height and stride and...well, noticeable everything, really. John O'Callaghan was one of the more sought-after band members on the tour, and no matter what, someone was looking for him at all times. But today, he seemed to have a little bit of luck, since he made it back to the tour bus without anyone noticing him. Taking off his shirt, he quickly grabbed a towel and hopped into the shower -- it was routine for him, always shower after their sets, and the other guys knew better than to try to interrupt that. He laughed to himself as the water hit him -- it was a big fan question, "Why does John disappear so quickly after you guys finish your sets?" -- hey, he couldn't help the fact that he was overly heigenic. Ten minutes later he was out, slipping into a new pair of boxers and his jeans, pulling an All Time Low shirt over his head -- hey, Alex Gaskarth put up a stupid bet on who could wear each other's merchandise the longest on Warped, and just because he could, John agreed to it. In sandals now, he rubbed his hair roughly with his towel, not bothering to brush it or anything -- it always looked messy no matter what he did, so why even bother?

Walking off The Maine's bus and back onto familiar venue grounds, John pushed his sunglasses over the bridge of his nose again, feeling the sweltering heat of the sun hit his whole body again. So much for the cooling effects of a cold shower. C'est la vie. He knew where he was supposed to be going, to their merch tent to do some signing and all that other stuff that was associated with merch and fangirls -- oh boy. He ran his fingers through his semi-wet hair again, and his eyes caught sight of his band's merch table as he neared the area -- great, there was a long line of fans waiting, and he was the first one there. Damn. Well, usually they were there to see him anyway -- what a downfall to being the singer, his bandmates were equally as awesome as him, if not better, like Kennedy in his opinion. He watched from afar as Olivia, their feisty blond photographer and public relations rep, stood from her seat and took off her shirt -- not like John had his hopes up or anything, but he could only continue to keep the biggest smirk on his face as he took his hand out of his pocket while making his way closer. She shouted his name, definitely on purpose to call more attention to him than he already had to begin with, and John shook his head as he came around the tables, standing behind her chair and putting his hands on her shoulders before she could move to go anywhere else. Nope, she couldn't escape at all -- and in reality, even if she didn't say so, he knew that inside, she didn't want to.

"HIIIIII!" he said loudly but not too loud -- just enough to be his annoying, flirtatious self -- to her only, of course. Soon, he was picking her up even if she tried to resist, and he took her seat on the chair, placing her back down against his lap without much effort needed. It was day two of their bet, and he knew he was already winning in terms of woo-ing her in a week, and this was just another step -- public affection to build up the possibility. John meant all the words he said in the chatroom the other night; he would do whatever it took to get her to trust him and believe him, and this was merely a test of how she'd act, and an act of himself showing exactly what he said he would do in the face of fans. With another glimpse at what Liv was wearing, he couldn't help but to whisper. "Traitor," he said, commenting on the fact that she had taken one of their shirts off. He then chuckled lightly, before starting to sing in her ear in his low (and rather irresistable) sex-esque voice, "She wears red when she's feeling hot?" He could smell the scent of her hair -- still so strong and good even in this heat and the sun. He was wondering where the other guys were -- after all, this was a GROUP signing, not just one for John Ohh.

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[olivia gardner]

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP
i must be dreaming

That boy... he took more showers than most girls did. Well, it was better than him coming out all sweaty and gross after the long, hot set -- there was a reason why everyone who was going on tour was warned to pack very specific items of clothing and sunscreen was a necessity. Besides, she knew the boys got sweaty just being on stage at 8 PM inside of a venue, of course they'd get pretty nasty when preforming in the sun. Well, hygiene was just one bad side to a long list of perks, and bands on Warped Tour seemed to do so much better touring-wise after they had this experience. She couldn't help but to scowl when he said hi to her -- she knew he was only doing it because she annoyed him first by pointing him out to the fans. Anything to distract him from her, she supposed. After all, there were still five days left in that stupid bet, and she was determined to win.

It's not like Olivia hated being on tour, or the band. She loved most of the boys, and had been with them for a couple years now. But now she was developing serious homesickness, and she wasn't afraid to let the guys know. Her best friend back home was pregnant, and due towards the end of the summer. She wanted to be there for her, as well as see her family... but work came first. Work always came first. And she couldn't leave even if she wanted to, although John had given her a way out. Was it easy to woo Olivia in general? No. To do so in a week? Nearly impossible. While the few tricks he had pulled yesterday were pretty good, she still wasn't convinced. There were just too many factors in their possible relationship, it wouldn't work. Besides, she had spent the past couple years convincing herself that she would never like John, not in that way.

Olivia squeaked when he picked her up, tempted to kick and flail -- too bad the merch booth was too small to do so, she would end up kicking over a bucket of shirts or the table itself, and then she'd have to deal with cleaning it all up. Not fun. She squirmed as he sat her down on his lap, not comfortable with this in the slightest. God, the glares were already starting. Besides, she wasn't part of the band, she shouldn't be right there during the band meet & greet. Speaking of the band, where were they? She looked at her cell phone clock -- they were all supposed to be there two minutes ago. They couldn't wait much longer, because Warped Tour ran on a tight schedule and any delays were bad. And she would have gone looking for them herself, but John had made it perfectly clear that she wasn't leaving. "You know it." She hissed at the 'traitor' comment, looking down at her perfectly The Maine-less ensemble. At least her little informal protest worked. As she found herself getting comfortable on his lap, (not like she'd admit it) she realized that she would be hated by these girls. So much. She already did get a lot of shit for just hanging out with the band, because little teenies got jealous so easily. But she could feel the icy stares, she could here the murmur down the line. It was a little paranoid, but this was another reason she didn't want to date John. How long until she was getting hate mail or hate sites set up in her honor? She would rather avoid that whole scene.

"I...ugh no." She groaned, remembering that one song about red clothes. She should have remembered it, after all she had been teased for it once before. She made a mental reminder to bury all of her red clothes at the bottom of her suitcases, to make sure this wouldn't happen again. "You wish." She added, taking her cell phone out once more. Four minutes late. "Dude, you have to start without them." She said softly, looking out at the growing line. She took responsibility for this activity and waved the first group of three forward, lining up a couple sharpies for John to use for signing. At least he wouldn't have to deal with taking pictures, because only the rudest fans would ask Olivia to get up just for them to have a nice myspace default picture. Too bad that wasn't the only thing her presence caused -- in the first group of three girls, there were three questions asked. The first being, "Where's Kennedy?" The second, "Why is your hair wet?" And of course, the third... Is that your girlfriend?" Olivia sighed, tempted to move, but something was stopping her. She hoped that this little activity would prove to John that having a girlfriend who interacted with fans was bad -- maybe if he saw the jealous glances and hateful stares she was getting, he'd stop this whole thing.

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[john o'callaghan]

AND I THINK SHE'S PRETTY ,
but pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.



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Why was she always so...god, John didn't even have a word for what she was all the time. Feisty wasn't the right one, most definitely not lately, he guessed. But either way, Liv was something, someone he thought was special -- more than she could know, really. For now, he pushed the other thoughts out of his mind -- he was kind of in his one zone at the moment, focused on going through with his plan and winning this silly bet. Not that he was being cocky...it was just fact. John always got the girl, not because he was a dick but because he knew how to be sweet, and not only that, he was sincere, too. Rolling his eyes, his fingers idly touched the small of her back, running along her spine very delicately as he looked up at her with a questioning look on his face. "I wish what? And you shouldn't be a traitor, that's not nice -- then again, you could call ME a traitor for wearing an All Time Low shirt right now, but I've got that dumb bet with Alex going on. And of course, on the other hand it's lame to wear you own band's stuff." True true -- it was okay to do that like, three years ago when he and the guys were still in Arizona trying to promote a lot, but not now. That was lame and cliche.

Reaching into his own pocket and following suit to look at the illuminated screen of his iPhone, John found himself frowning as he saw the time on his clock. The rest of his band seemed to be nowhere in sight, which was plenty weird in itself because they were all usually good with their timing for meet and greets. The fanbase for The Maine meant a lot to them, they felt like they put in twice the extra effort to connect with their fans whenever they were on tour -- and it was one of the more likeable traits of the band, just because they were all sweet boys from Arizona who always made time to give back to those who came out to support them. One new message was in his text inbox, and with one hand his thin fingers touched the screen to read who it was from. "Message from Pat..." he trailed off, his greenish eyes reading the text message. 'Have fun.' What the hell? After a moment, there was a scowl on John's face as he realized exactly what their drummer had been hinting at, and he sighed rather loudly and forced a laugh as he texted back a short reply and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "I've been had!" he exclaimed dramatically, only not really. Looking at Liv, he gave her one of his silly scrunched-up faces. "Looks like it's just you and me. Or just me. 'Cause I've been set up by the rest of my band, I believe." Wonderful, he had to kill Alex for being a moment killer last night, and now he had to go hunt down the rest of his band for planning this. Or maybe it was just a coincidence? Pfft, forget it. In his mind, he fucking hoped that Kenny or Garrett or just any of them would come eventually -- not that he minded being alone with Liv, but the reasoning behind his current anxiety was for one, he wasn't the only one who should have been doing this.

"Bring them on then," he mused, picking up one of the black sharpies on the table surface and pulling off the cap. Being John, with his charming smile and his smooth demeanor, he knew how to handle this situation -- the first few girls that came forward to have their stuff signed already had questions. "No hellos for me?" he joked, and he reached out to recieve their posters and cd cases and whatever else they wanted signed. "The rest of the band SHOULD be coming soon, so for now, you'll all have to settle for just me. Uhhhh. Kenny is being Kenny somewhere, my hair is wet because I have a ridiculous heigenic complex, and I dunno, Liv, are you my girlfriend?" Each answer to the individual questions in that one sentence was spoken after each item was signed with John's scribbled signature, and with the last response, he had laughed in much amusement. Once he was finished, he smiled that sloppy smile again as he looked from Liv situated on his lap to the group of girls that were in front of him. "Just kidding. She's not my girlfriend, but you should tell her to go out with me." Winking didn't help. Sure, that might have lost him a few points on his tallied score of winning their bet, but hey -- this was what he needed to do, to test the waters. Even if Liv wanted to get away from him, John had his grasp firmly on her, arm still around her waist to keep her seated on his lap. If the fans were going to get bitchy, he would have no problem telling them off. After all, they were all just a bunch of 15 year-olds.

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[olivia gardner]

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP
i must be dreaming

Olivia rolled her eyes – yeah, it was lame to wear your own band merch. When you were new and local, it was funny and acceptable, because it would get other locals to check out your band. But when you were famous, were on a record label, and had singles out on the radio… it was just not okay. You looked like a tool – and not in a good way. And of course Alex would make a bet with John about wearing each other’s merch. Why was John such a bet whore? Did he make bets with everyone, or was it just her and Alex? Speaking of that bet, she was getting more and more frustrated with each moment she spent on his lap. This was not okay; she was supposed to be showing that she hated him. She wanted to go home, and this was not helping her case at all. She couldn’t help but to imagine what he thought about her as she didn’t struggle to escape; he probably thought she was falling for him already, he was cocky like that. She had to admit, this would be a hard bet to win, especially since he was now resorting to publicly wooing her.

“We’ve been bamboozled!?” Olivia asked loudly, amused at her colorful vocabulary. Of course the band would be in on this. John probably asked them to do this so that she would have to be stuck alone with him, especially since if Pat would bother to show up, she would spend the entire session talking to him and sticking to his side. Pat was like her sidekick, her best friend in the band. He was so cute and cuddly, she couldn’t help it. Besides, he was always nice to her, and never pulled any of that annoying teasing crap that John used to. She could live without the compliments and the “omg date me” comments, especially from the lead singer of the band that she worked for. That was yet another reason she didn’t want to even think about having feelings for John. She worked for the band, and she was always taught not to mix business with pleasure. There were just too many factors working against them, how could she even want to try to make it work? It would just lead to pain and awkwardness, and she wasn’t about to go look for a new job – which she would have to do if they ever did date and break up, because she wouldn’t want to have to deal with watching her ex happy and having fun all day long. Kind of mean of her, but it was just realistic.

Ugh, he was so frustrating. Now the stupid fans would surely hate her. “No, I am not your girlfriend. Never will be.” She added the last bit out of spite, annoyed that he was already in the lead for this stupid bet that they were both invested so much in. John must have wanted her to like him super badly, because this was kind of extreme. Oh god, she hoped he wouldn’t tell the girls in line that he had written at least two love songs about her without her knowing – that still took her by surprise. The album had dropped what, a year ago? Had he really been pining for her that long? She had remembered little comments that could be considered flirting, but nothing that extreme as to think that he would like her enough to write a song that would get put on their album. “Wait what?” She looked at the girls in front of her; one of them looked hurt, one looked kind of annoyed, and one looked…happy? Were those cute eyes that she saw being made? “Awww, you should date him.” Said the last one, and Olivia scowled. She squirmed to get off of his lap, but no, John still had his arms around her. Now she was the one in his arms, not the other way around.

“He’s just kidding.” She said quickly, pinching his side in hopes that it would make him jerk his arms back. Nope. Stupid boys and their stupid strong grips. “You could let me go now, I’m sure some of these girls want to buy merch, and it’s my job to sell it to them.” That’s right, she was pulling the job card. If John wanted to make money, he would have to let her go. If he wanted to make her feel even more uncomfortable…he would have to let her go either way, because she was now struggling to release his grip. She grabbed his hands and pulled them apart, squeezing through the space that they had left. Ugh, but now his grip was on her hand. Alright, so she hadn’t thought that one through all the way. “John...” She warned, taking a step back with each second. It’s not like she could leave the booth, but she could stand on the other end and ignore him until he left. After all, he was on his way to winning this bet, and she wanted to go home. No, more than that, she didn’t want to love John. She didn’t want to be that girl. She just wanted to get through the summer tour.


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[john o'callaghan]

AND I THINK SHE'S PRETTY ,
but pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.



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"Who says bamboozled unless you're talking about the Bamboozle shows themselves?" he asked in return, idly tapping his fingers on the merch table as he looked down momentarily. Well, he supposed that they actually did get 'bamboozled' -- this was probably all Pat's idea, or even Kenny's. But more of Pat's, since he was the more enthusiastic one out of the two of them about the idea of John and Liv being a possible item. Liv wasn't really struggling to get away so far, so maybe she was warming up to the fact that he did mean everything he said, and that he did want her to be there, sitting on his lap. It was a little bit of a relief for him, kind of -- no struggle so far meant that she quite possibly could have been letting her guard down against him slowly. He didn't really know why she wanted to fight him so much, he didn't know why anyone would fight him because he never gave anyone a real reason to hate him or dislike him -- and besides, he was a firm believer in going for what you wanted. This was one of those cases, and he only wished that she could see past all the doubt in her mind about him. Oh well, he'd show her by the end of the week; it wasn't like he was well on his way to proving his worth to her and winning this silly bet.

John found himself frowning a little bit, and the hurt that showed on his face was a great exaggeration to what he actually felt. Hey, all the more dramatic when people were around, maybe she'd be a little embarassed for him and take it back. "Never? Really? Do you hate me that much?" he asked, his lower lip protruding in a small pout as he looked from Liv to the three fan girls that were still standing in front of the merch booth. At the one who said that she should date him, he shot a fantastic smile to her that would have been enough to make her die inside -- he always seemed to have that effect on girls, no matter what age they were but especially if they were younger. "Well thanks -- Liv, you should listen to her, maybe?" His grin may as well have been plastered permanently on his lips because he kept reverting back to it. "I'm not kidding, shut up, stop being a child," he added, his arms still holding onto her as she started to whine and bitch about letting her go. Oh, so she was going to pull the job card now? "Hey, we can switch jobs, you can sign my name for me and I can sell stuff." Not like she was going to do it anyway. "Would you guys rather me sell the merch instead?" he asked, to both the new and old approaching groups at the merch table - he couldn't help but laugh as he saw the faint blushes on the girls' cheeks. Clearly, they would want the simple touch of the hand from John Ohh as he may possibly have handed them their signed shirt or cd case, whatever. It was silly.

"Hold on hold on," he said, laughing as he dropped the sharpie that was in his hand onto the table again in favor of using both of his arms instead of just one to keep Liv in her place against him. NOW she was struggling, and in his mind, it was all the more fun and playful to go along with it. He ignored her warning completely and continued to fight with her -- his eyes and focus were on her and no one else, that stupid grin still stuck, his notorious smile widening with every second as he let her (yeah, that's right, he LET her) slip through his arms and wriggle away from his grasp -- but not before he grabbed her hand. Good thing that his reflexes were awesome. "One second, guys," he said, rolling his eyes at the fans that were watcing them. Goddammit, where was the rest of his band, this would be a hell of a lot easier if they were there to occupy the fans. "No, come back here!" he exclaimed, entwining his long fingers with Liv's own as she tried to get away even more. "If you're gonna sell stuff, why are you trying to leave?" For Liv, she would probably muse that his hands were surprisingly very soft and smooth, as opposed to the rough hands of a guitarist. Pulling her on the arm, he managed to resist her force, but soon he found himself getting up from his place on the fold-up chair, his keys and pass hitting the metal and making a loud clanking sound as he moved. Did she forget that he had long arms that could reach for her?

Without much more effort, John dragged her back closer to where he was seated, since Liv had made it a few steps away. They were close now, almost in a hugging position but there was no way that Liv was going to give him a hug, especially not after this. He looked down at her, keeping his arms around her body as he leaned in a little closely to speak quietly in her ear. "If you give me a kiss maybe I'll let you go." Yeah, he meant it -- a real kiss. "For the rest of the day, even, so you can stew on our bus about how much you actually love me." He knew he was being a little bit of a jerk, but oh well. It was a test. But why was he still smiling as if he was the cheshire cat while he said all of this?

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[olivia gardner]

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP
i must be dreaming

"I do!" She stated in annoyance. Seriously, if he didn't like her word usage, why would he even bother making this bet? She had all these annoying habits, and she didn't even act very nice to John. She couldn't understand why he seemed so fixated on her, other than her looks. She wasn't going to be a snob, but she wasn't going to be annoying and not admit that she was pretty. She was, and she knew it. She didn't flaunt it like most with her face would, however. She was kind of annoyed with this whole thing -- she didn't like her friends trying to set her up with anyone, let alone John freaking Ohh. Again, mixing business with pleasure was never, ever a good idea.

She shook her head, her long hair messily hitting his shoulder. "I don't hate you, I just don't want to date you! Why can't you get that through that thick skull of yours?" Sure, she didn't like John a whole lot when she first met him. Not only was he overly obnoxious and forward, but he reminded her a hell of a lot of her ex boyfriend, the one who treated Liv like she was a princess...until she found out that he had another girlfriend, one that he had been dating for almost a year before seeing Liv. After that, she had sworn off guys for the most part. Especially ones who used their smirks to get their way, and who expected everything to come to them just because they were "important" or "gorgeous." Liv huffed as she struggled to get away yet again, surprised that his hands weren't rough and callused like the majority of those who played guitar all day. "I'm not running away, I'm just...getting away from you." He had too good of a grip on her though, and his limbs were too long for her to escape completely.

Olivia stared at him, wide eyed as she was drawn even closer to the singer. She was mere inches away from him, and she couldn't tell if he expected a hug or what. And then he gave her an ultimatum. She raised an eyebrow, leaning back away from him as much as possible. Oh god, how many people were jealous of her now? She glanced at the line, and noticed that nearly everyone had craned their necks around to see what all of the commotion was about. After all, it wasn't every day that you saw your favorite singer harassing a crew member for kisses. At least some of them didn't look mad, a couple were cooing or pouting because Liv wasn't doing anything. She could practically hear their burning thoughts, 'why won't you kiss him you fool?' As much as she wanted the rest of the day off, she didn't want John to win, and she didn't want to look like a hoe in front of the fans. Even though they probably weren't thinking that of her, she couldn't help it.

She sighed, looking up at him with her fierce, burning gaze. She moved her face towards his, her mouth hovering just centimeters away from his. "And what if I don't want to kiss you, hmmm?" She asked sharply, twisting her hands and ducking under his arms -- she could live with him having just her hands and wrists, for now.. She sat back down in the chair, nodding her head for the next cluster of fans to come forward. "You four, come on." Her voice was filled with annoyance, annoyance at John's tactics and annoyance that his plan was starting to work. Damn him and that smile. A girl set a twenty on the table, expecting a The Maine shirt in return. She looked at John expectantly -- he had her hands, she couldn't very well grab the shirt out of the tub now. That's right, he would be defeated by a fourteen year old girl. She mouthed 'thank you' at the blond fan, ignoring the fact that the girl was giving her the weirdest look. Did everyone think she was crazy for not wanting to date John? "Either give me my hands back or use your telekinesis to give this wonderful girl what she paid for." She flashed John a 'haha, you've been defeated' smile and leaned back in the chair once more.



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