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Another Version of Love	By : PureBlack Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nine Inch Nails Views: 2007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ANOTHER VERSION OF LOVE

-CHAPTER TWO-

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He woke up slowly the next morning, noon or whatever time it was. A terrible headache of such kind he hadn’t experienced in years made it self known by crushing down on him and he moaned miserably into the pillow he was lying half underneath. His moth felt try and his breath smelled fowl. He raised his head just the tiniest bit from the pillow and cracked a dry eye open. The room was bright, but thankfully there was no sunlight streaming in. He wasn’t sure he could have handled it if that was the case. The walls were painted white but it didn’t look like a hotel room to him. Maybe it had something to do with the brown bookcase filled with stuff not far away from him to his right. Hotel rooms never have that, he thought.

He wondered what the hell had happened yesterday. He let himself fall face first down in the pillow again. His stomach did a particular lurch and he fought hard not to throw up. He hated hangovers with passion and he hated feeling nauseous.

“I hate it!” he growled lowly into the pillow and froze as he felt something move against his side. He had failed to notice the presence of another person there before but now he couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to. A leg tangled with his own and he bit back a yell.

My God, no, fuck, ! He thought. He really didn’t want to turn his head and see who it was lying next to him but on the other hand he didn’t want to prolong the torture of not knowing either. An arm sneaked around his middle and the person sighed contently in his ear. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath through his nose to prepare himself.

Cool, calm, control, his mind chanted. He’d make this story brief. He’d get up, get dressed, thank whoever it was he had spent the night with and then he’d leave and forget all about this little misadventure. Good idea, his mental voice told him. He quickly rolled out of bed despite that both his head and stomach protested at the movement. His head swam for a second and his vision darkened but then everything cleared. He threw a look at the bed and almost threw up right there and then. This time he couldn’t keep from yelling out loud.

“FUCK!” he said in disbelief as he took in the picture in front of him. It wasn’t just anyone laying in bed, it was a man! No matter how many times he had flirted and fooled around with boys he had never actually slept with anyone before. He had received and performed some oral sex and groping; yes, but he had never really penetrated anyone or been penetrated himself. As he looked down at the floor he realised that he had actually fucked another man even if he didn’t remember one second of it. The tell-tale of their activities lay on the floor next to the bed; used condoms, and not just one but several of them.

“Shit!” he murmured as he began to frantically search for his clothes. The nameless man in the bed hadn’t woken up and Jeordie would be glad if it remained that way. Perhaps it wasn’t fair and maybe he was an asshole, but he planned to sneak out and leave this place without telling anyone about this, ever!

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered as he spotted his shirt in the hall. It was ripped and a few bottoms were missing but he threw it on anyway. He found his shoes and put them on as well. He made sure he had everything before he left the apartment. He didn’t want this story to make it to the papers, and if it did he didn’t want to leave any “evidence” behind.

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He felt very self-conscious as he went out on the street, The few people he met stared at him and he could imagine why. His clothes were wrinkled and thorn, his eyes were probably red and he really didn’t want to think about what his hair looked like. He could feel it was a mess. He cursed as he didn’t spot a taxi anywhere around him. He had no idea of where he was but he could tell he was still downtown somewhere. He clutched his credit card which had remained in his jeans pocket.

“Thank God for that!” he said out loud. He continued walking even if he didn’t know where he was heading. At least he kept putting distance between himself and …. He shuddered… that man. In retrospect the man hadn’t been too bad on the eye but he still couldn’t believe he had followed him home, or any man for that matter.

Eventually he reached a park and found that he simply couldn’t keep the feeling of sickness at bay any longer. He staggered over to a couple of still green bushes and threw up. Throwing up was just as pleasant as ever and the smell was not an improvement of what he already smelt like. He dry heaved a couple of times before sinking down on his knees. He rested his weight on his arms as he panted. He coughed a little before he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. The shirt was already ruined anyhow.

“I’ve never felt this fucking miserable in my whole goddamn life,” he whimpered to himself but he knew that wasn’t true, yet this certainly made it to his top 10 list. He was lost, miserable and alone. How much worse could it get? He was soon to find out.

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He had left the park a while ago and was now finally somewhat back on track. He had only just reached a street with open stores and he knew it was only a matter of time until he would find a taxi. He stopped at the sidewalk and waited for a cab to come by. A few normal cars went by, then a police car. He wouldn’t have thought twice about it if the police car hadn’t stopped and gone in reverse all the way back to him before stopping and pulling down the window. Jeordies eyes widened.
Alright, I know I’m not looking my best but damn… it can’t be that bad! He thought as he waited to be addressed by the officer closest to him.

“Are you MR. Jeordie White?” the policeman asked and Jeordie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He was speechless. He had expected them to say anything but that. He glanced into the car and saw that one of the officers held a picture and they were comparing him to it. He squinted at it and realised that it was a picture of him! What the fuck… he thought surprised.

“Uh, yes I am,” he said timidly. His mind was working as fast as it could trying to figure out if he had done something wrong recently but his mind drew a blank. The policeman closest to him then opened the door and stepped outside the car. Jeordie took a step back and watched the other man reservedly.

“We’ve been looking for you all night Mr White,” the policeman told him.

“Really?” he asked stupidly. He couldn’t figure out why. Only one question came to his mind. “Why?” he added. The policeman looked him over, and was that pity in his eyes? Jeordie glared slightly. How he hated having pity directed towards him!

“Your band mate Trent Reznor… and the others too I suppose, called us at three-four earlier this morning. Apparently you had disappeared and no one had noticed when or how. When you didn’t respond on your cell phone and when they didn’t find you anywhere they became worried. Especially since you were under the influence of alcohol and since you are a celebrity. There are a lot of weird people out there that might want your money or God knows what.” Jeordie was completely baffled at all this. He hadn’t expected anyone to report him as missing to the police! People disappeared all the time during tours but they were always recovered in the morning, but, he supposed someone always knew if the other was going on a one night stand or something. No one must have seen him leave last night. Even if he was relieved by that he felt his face heat up.

Oh my God this is embarrassing! He thought. Everyone knows, he continued thinking.

“Normally it takes 24 hours to declare someone missing but since you’re famous we made an exception,” the policeman continued and Jeordie nodded mutely. He was too mortified to say anything at the moment. The policeman have him another critical look.

“It seems like you’ve been through a lot. Come on,” he said and opened the backdoor to the car. “Get in and we’ll drive you back to the hotel. I bet your friends are anxious to make sure you’re alright.” Jeordie nodded again and got into the car. He could hear the policemen speaking via the police radio. They were probably reporting him found. He shifted uneasily. This would reach the press for sure. These kind of things always did somehow. He wondered what he should tell the others. The truth was out of question, so perhaps an edited version? He could easily say he had followed a girl home. No one would think twice about that, right?

He sighed deeply. He didn’t feel like facing anyone at all… ever. All he wanted to do was to sink down in a bed and sleep away his hangover and if he was lucky he’d wake up and find out that all of this was just another nightmare.

I’m lucky we’re staying in this town for two concerts, he thought as they pulled up at the hotel entrance. If not he would have missed the flight and Trent would have kicked his ass. Speaking of ass, in the car he had decided that he must have topped since he didn’t feel any pain or unease in a private place…

“Here we are,” said the same policeman as earlier and turned around in his seat. Jeordie nodded and unbuckled himself.

“We’ll escort you in, it’s part of the job,” he added when Jeordie was about to protest. Jeordie soon found himself resignedly walking between the two policemen. He blushed furiously which was an odd contrast to his current hangover- pale face as they stepped into the lobby. He backed away in shock as paparazzi’s ran towards him and snapped pictures in a furious pace. He backed into a policeman as he tried to hide his face but he knew they had already seen him and he couldn’t really hide his dirty clothes. He was suddenly very aware of the vomit on his sleeve and the spots of dried alcohol on his pants. Not to mention his thorn shirt!

“Get the fuck away!” he snapped. He could hear other voices telling the photographers to keep their distance. Then he felt someone throwing a jacket over his head and his arms were gripped from both sides and he was led away.

“Get the fuck out of the way!” a voice snapped to his right and he realised Trent was one of the people holding him. Again Trent surprised him by doing something entirely unexpected. The man usually wouldn’t help him or anyone else out in a situation like this but now he did and for that he was thankful.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Another voice asked him in a harsh whisper from the other side and he then knew Aaron was there and he felt… safe. Everything would be alright. There were people here who would take care of him. With that thought his legs bucked and his two sidekicks caught him and half carried him to the elevator. Jeordie closed his eyes and let the others support him. He had been tense and he had pushed himself ever since he woke up to get back to the hotel even if his body had protested but now he had accomplished what he wished for and suddenly he felt how tired he was, and the shock he had experienced since waking up came back with full force. He collapsed but the others caught him.

“Fuck, Jeordie come on!” That was defiantly Trent growling in his ear but he didn’t care. Aaron and Trent pushed him up in one of the corners of the elevator to keep him upright.

“Let’s get him to bed,” Aaron said. The jacket was ripped away from him and he could tell he was being stared at. Someone touched his ripped shirt hesitantly.

“What happened to you?” a low, serious voice asked and he realised it looked like he had been raped or something.

“Fuck, you smell so bad man!” Aaron suddenly whined and Jeordie opened his eyes slightly and chuckled.

“Manson always said that,” he whispered and realised his mouth was still dry. He was probably dehydrated as well, to a certain degree.

“I need water,” he told them.

“Yeah hang on. We’re soon there. There is water in your room and the rest of the band and crew will come up soon and help you out as well. They’re still down in the lobby fending off the fucking ‘Razziz,” Aaron told him and he groaned.

“Did everyone see me like this?” he asked as the others heaved him up and basically carried him towards his room.

“Sorry to break it to you, but yeah dude, everyone was there buddy and the whole world will see those pictures,” Aaron panted in his ear as he was being dragged forward. He hung his head and felt his body become heavier.

“Aaron!” Trent hissed and Jeordie could tell from his voice that he was getting pissed. “Did you have to tell him that right now? Does this really look like the right time to you?” Trent spat out, not unlike an angry cat.

“What? He was gonna find out sooner or later and what better time than to tell him now when he is already at the bottom?” Aaron’s affronted voice responded. That was the last thing he heard before he felt his consciousness slipping away and the world went dark.

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He came back to his senses slowly sometime later that day. He supposed Aaron and Trent had carried him to his room after he had passed out. He had since then been in and out of it. He had spent most of his time either throwing up, sleeping or moaning in misery. His band mates and their crew had taken turns sitting with him holding a bucket he could heave in. They also made sure he drank pretty of fluids and someone used a wet towel to cool him down. All in all he felt pretty lucky and grateful towards them all, but he was also confused. Why did they take care such a good care of him when it was only really a hangover? Alright, so it was one of the worst kind but still. He didn’t get it. Normally everyone left it up to each and everyone to sort themselves out. He supposed that at least one of the reasons would be that they had yet another show in only a couple of hours from now and they needed him to be there.

He opened his eyes and felt a feeling of Deja Vue as he looked around in confusion, but it soon disappeared as Trent came into his line of vision. Apparently he was the current one on “bucket service” as he had heard someone refer to it as at some point earlier. He remembered fragment of conversations but not much more than that.

“You’re not going to throw up, are you?” Trent asked, keeping his voice low and soft. Jeordie grimaced.

“I don’t think there’s anything left,” he said. Trent nodded. He seemed to understand perfectly, and Jeordie didn’t doubt that. Trent had done his fair share of throwing up in life.

“I’ll just keep it near by then. You’ve dry heaved for a while now but whenever you drink something it comes right up again,” Trent informed him and put down the bucket on the floor. He had been holding it earlier. Jeordie let a moan slip and he sank further down in his pillow. He could feel that he had been dry heaving, his throat hurt like hell. Someone entered the room but he didn’t have the energy to turn his head and look.

“How’s it going?” he could tell from the voice that it was Josh Freese.

“He’s awake.” There was a slight pause before he felt his bed dip slightly.

“How are you holding up?” Josh asked right next to him. He got out from underneath his pillow and squinted at Josh whom he had known for a long time. Especially since they had both been in A Perfect Circle together.

“I’ve been better,” he croaked and tried to smile but he probably made a pretty pathetic picture at the moment. Josh smiled at him wickedly.

“I can imagine, we’ve all been there after all… although your little disappearance stunt was something new.” Jeordie didn’t respond to that. Instead he turned to Trent.

“What time is it?”

Trent frowned and fished out his cell phone from his pocket.

“It’s five,” he said and looked at him closely. “You’ll be able to perform, won’t you?” Jeordie nodded even if it was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He couldn’t imagine what Trent would say if he couldn’t do his job, he’d probably get fired right away.

“Are you sure?” Trent asked again and leaned closer to him.

“Eh... Yeah,” he said slowly. “I just need to take a shower or something,” he said and trailed off when both Josh and Trent looked at him incredulously. “What?” he asked when indignant. “You’d be surprised what a shower can do to a man’s appearance, you should try it sometime,” he said and the other two laughed out loud at that. He winched and they quieted down immediately.

“Perhaps I need some über quiet/strong earplugs through,” he added and Josh smirked at him.

“Well then, I’ll go ask the crew if that’s possible, and I need to inform them that you’re still alive as well,“ Josh said and stood up. He yawned widely. “Later,” he then said and left the room. A thought suddenly hit Jeordie.

“Everyone must feel pretty much shit today, I wasn’t the only one smashed! Did you get any sleep at all?” he asked even if he suspected he knew what the answer would be already.

“Between clubbing ourselves, discovering you had disappeared, looking for you and then finding you… about three hours, top.” Jeordie stared at Trent.

“Really? He asked incredulous. Now when he looked at Trent he realised that the man had probably had better days. He looked extremely tired and worn out. Fuck, I am the cause of this, he thought worriedly. He was sure everyone would blame him for this, and they were right in doing so.

“I’m alright, but thanks for looking after me. I truly appreciate it, but get some sleep Trent. We have a concert only a few hours from now.” Trent shook his head.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, the least I could do was to take care of you when you’re too sick to do it yourself. You could have choked on your own puke if we had left you to your own devices.” Jeordie shuddered at the mental picture he received. No, I would never want that, he thought disgusted. Suddenly the door to his room opened again and Aaron came stomping inside. He too looked like shit.

“Bad hangover?” Jeordie asked as he flipped over to his back.

“You can said that again bro,” Aaron said and threw himself down on the bed next to him.

“Your room smells like puke,” Aaron informed him.

“Really? I can’t tell,” he said lazily. “All of me smells like puke,” he added and glanced at Aaron.

“You always smell funny,” Aaron decided and closed his eyes while Jeordie rolled his. Why does everyone say that? He thought.

“Thanks,” he suddenly said and Aaron opened and eye to look at him.

“What for?” he asked.

“For looking after me when you’ve probably been throwing up yourself and feeling like shit all day.” Aaron nodded at those words. “True, we threw up together when I was on bucket service, do you remember?” Jeordie shook his head, he wasn’t entirely sure whether Aaron was serious or not. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know!

Suddenly he noticed Trent and Aaron having a silent conversation consisting of looks and glances. Apparently Trent lost the “conversation‘s” argument since he sighed deeply before clearing his throat. He looked decidedly uncomfortable as he spoke next.

“What happened to you?” Trent finally said quietly. Jeordie hoped to God he wasn’t blushing as some unwanted memories popped up from out of nowhere. He had no such luck, his body betrayed him.

“Why are you blushing?” Trent asked and looked at him searchingly. He quickly decided that a defensive approach would be best.

“Wouldn’t you?” he asked quickly.

“What for?” Trent asked with raised eyebrows. Aaron listened attentively next to him.

“Oh let me see here, maybe because I walked through town looking like an alcoholised mess, or wait, perhaps because I had an police escort to the hotel and then I was attacked by razzis?!” In the end he was near shouting. He was really upset about this whole story. Trent and Aaron stared back at him like he had suddenly grown another head.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Don’t be, don’t worry over the pictures! We took care of them for you brah,” Aaron said smugly and Trent fired off a mischievous grin.
What have they done now, he thought uneasily. Nothing good could come out of this.. .
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