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Don't Look so Pretty Burning	By : LadyRain Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > The Used Views: 1273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Don’t Look so Pretty Burning

Dedicated to all my loyal fans.

Summary: Brody Dalle and Bert McCracken find themselves fucked up and in each others arms. Lyrics by the Used.

Brody belted out another song. Her black hair was plastered to her head and her ruby lipstick was slightly smudged on her pale face. Bert stood at the bar, sipping a beer. Some young twenty something girls standing next to him were dancing drunkenly. He smirked and drowned down the rest of his beer.

~I’m lying to myself and this dagger’s my excuse~

Brody wiped herself off with her towel. She reapplied her lipstick and fiddled around with her lip ring a little bit. A lonely pack of cigarettes caught her eyes. She fished one out and lit it up. A small smoke stream swirled around her.

~I’m a pawn I should have paid up and I left an hour late. I was laid up~

Bert found himself backstage; one of the many pluses of being a rock star. There were some young teenagers backstage giving him somewhat seductive looks. He rolled his eyes. He had learned a long time ago not to touch the ones who even appeared younger than 18. He brushed past them and spotted Brody on the couch, smoking.

~I must abuse myself, I’m against all that I have made up~

Bert gave her a warm smile and slid in next to her.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Bert fucking McCracken,” Brody smiled, her blue eyes smiling.

Bert laughed and lit up a cigarette.

“The one and only,” he replied.

~Set in stone the sun will come and I hate the light you know, I hate the light~

Brody smiled and pulled a small plastic bag out of her black jacket slung across the couch. She shook it in front of Bert’s face and giggled.

“How many lines you want?” she asked, pouring the coke out into a small mound.

~To me it looks so pretty burning~

“Two,” he said.
Brody fished around for something to separate the coke with. Bert pulled a thin razor blade out of his pocket and handed it her.

“So, you just keep spare razor blades on your person?” she asked, making four straight lines.

“A guy likes to be prepared,” he said, showing her a thin scar along his wrist.

“Ouch,” she said, pressing her lips against the healed wound.

As she pulled her lips away, she left a smear of her lipstick on his wrist. Bert smiled at the red mark and handed her a dollar bill.

“Oh, I love the rich ones,” she said, rolling it up.

~Burn the sun, burn the light. Take, take, take, take, take, take it away~

Bert took the first line. The smooth white powder flew up his nostrils and suddenly hit his brain. Brody sucked up her first and leaned back on the couch. She playfully bit her lip and toyed with her lip ring.

Bert looked at the gorgeous girl beside him. Her black eyeliner and her mascara was running and messy. She flashed him some white teeth and snorted up her second line.

~Take my hand, take my life. Take, take, take, take, take, take it away~

Bert did his second line. Suddenly two lines turned into four, then four turned into eight. Brody’s head was resting on Bert’s lap as she tried to blink her eyes into focus. Her army green top was unzipped, and Bert caught a peek of a milky breast underneath the black bra.

~I must have caught something in the heat of all these dances~

Brody was now in Bert’s lap. Her lips smacking against his. One of her hands sneaked down his pants and rubbed his cock. A low moan came out of his mouth.

~I’m a worm with no more chances and I’ve lost all doubt in a chemical romance~

Bert had Brody on her back, his mouth kissing her chest. That army green top had been tossed across the room. He circled her nipples and she moaned.

~I can’t stop itching over thoughts of tarnished hope, kinda funny~

Bert slipped Brody’s green pants down, followed by her black thong. She pushed Bert’s jeans down his slender body. His clothes joined hers on the floor. He pushed her pale legs back and slipped into her.

~Lonely feeling, I’m not in love. You know it’s not love~

Those sapphire orbs of Brody’s had rolled into the back of her head as Bert fucked her.

~Don’t make it look so pretty burning~

“Fuck, baby, I’m cumming,” he groaned.

Bert came hard and fast into her. She let out a loud moan and popped her hips in response.

~Brothers and sisters I’m right here with you cause everyone’s got one~

The two got dressed in silence. Brody redid her lipstick once again and gave Bert a soft smile.

~A story to kill me, I’m so apathetic in my resentment living, loving, knowing not~

Bert walked back to the tour bus in silence, smoking a cigarette. He knew he would probably never see her again. He wondered if he really cared about her, or if that wonderful fuck was just a side effect of the coke. He sighed, brushed away a few stray tears, and stamped his cigarette out. As he stepped on the bus, he was greeted by Gerard’s warm smile.

~Burn the sun, burn the light. Take, take, take, take, take, take it away~

Brody still lay on the couch. Bert had left his sweat shirt here and she was clinging it. It smelled like him. A few tears had fallen down her cheeks. It was probably the stupid coke making her act all sappy. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

~Take my hand, take my life. Take, take, take, take, take, take it away~
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