A Taste of Fate, chapter 1
I stared into the mirror, trying to get my eyeliner just right. I had just about had it when Sam roared up the stairs. "I'M AGING, WILL YOU HURRY THE FUCK UP?!" Causing me to practically gauge my fucking eyeball out. I grimaced and squinted my eyes, saying,
"WELL TRY SOME FUCKING AGING CREAM!" Through gritted teeth, then continued with my eyeliner. She sighed in frustration and stomped away from the bottom of the stairs. I smirked in smug satisfaction. When I had finally gotten ready, I flounced down the stairs to see Sam, Rachel, Joey, Shane, Jimmy, Billy, and Emily sitting on the couch waiting for me. I froze on the spot. Jimmy rolled his eyes. Sam drummed her fingers on the table. The rest just sat there looking bored as hell. I stared at them for approximately 3.2 seconds, and then moved back a few inches, screaming, "WHAT?!" and shrugging. Emily raised her eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes again and did a back handspring out the door...unsuccessfully. I landed with my head bent backwards at an odd angle and my arms and legs in all different directions. "HELLLLP" I screamed pathetically, flailing my arms around. Rachel crossed her arms, standing over me. I pouted at her and then stuck my arms out. She sighed and grabbed one, then grinned and let me go hard. I made a face and stuck up my middle finger. Then maneuvered myself up out of my awkward position.
-(At the concert)-
We stood in the long, zigzagging line for what seemed like hours. As we turned the corner I groaned loudly, seeing how much we had left until we got to the entrance. "Daaaamn it," I whined.
"Are you guys fucking shitting me?" Shane laughed, coming back from the souvenir stand with t-shirts, hats, and assorted other shit.
"There's a side entrance right there!" he yelled a little too loudly. A few people started to catch on and shimmied toward the door.
"NO NO DON'T YOU... OH FUCKING HELL," he said, shrugging and slumping over to the line. But look; now there's no line! I whooped, running toward the entrance.
"Good job Shane!" Emily yelled, jogging along with the rest of us. When we got in there, there was NO ONE in the pit yet.
"Holy fucking shit," I said sprinting towards it. "FRONT FUCKING ROW" I screamed at the top of my lungs, causing the people in the nosebleed section to glare at me with pure hatred in their eyes. I flipped them off and started jumping around with Sam. Everyone else just talked amongst each other. Finally everyone got in and the show started. All I can say is fucking awesome show as always.
-(After the show)-
Now we were in the back of the building where their tour bus was (I had discovered a mysterious path when I went to the bathroom). Thousands of teenies jumped around screaming and they were pushing the tour bus. Shit, I had to save green day! I told them I'd be right back, and ran towards the tour bus. The teenies pushed and screamed. I kicked and punched my way through a wall of teenies, finally making it to the door. Some fatass teenie was blocking the whole thing. "MOVE, LARDASS!" I screamed, trying to push her but she was too heavy. "Fucking Christ on a cracker," I moaned, pushing her with all my strength, my feet sliding on the ground. Finally she dropped a nacho and moved, causing me to almost fall over, but I caught myself in time. I got the door open wide enough to pry it open, then slammed it and leaned on it breathing heavily. "Run," I said out of breath.
"Who the hell are you?" Billie said, coming toward me.
"RUN!" I screamed as the tour bus almost tipped over. Mike's eyes grew wide and he ran to start it.
"Ok, how did you get in here...and why the hell didn't the security stop you?" Tre asked as we were sitting on the couch.
"Well when I was in the toilet I saw the path...and everyone else just basically followed me... It's way too much for security to handle. Oh well, security sucks balls anyway," I said.
"Oh, we really gotta learn to hide it better," he laughed.
"Um, do you mind if we...er...save my friends?" I asked, clasping my hands together nervously.
"Uh sure," Mike said, swerving the bus out of the way of a group of raving teenies. "Shit, there's so many," he said.
"Oh darn," said Billie suddenly. "You should've run 'em over Mikey!" Mike grinned and turned around.
"Where are they?" he asked, scanning the crowd.
"Group of black..." I laughed. Suddenly I saw Sam sitting on Shane's shoulders with her eyes squinted, also scanning the crowd. She pointed in our direction. "That's them!" I said. "The girl on the guy's shoulders," I pointed to them. Mike turned that way and approached slowly. Sam's eyes grew wider by the second. Mike stopped the bus and came to a halt. He opened the doors.
"Quick, get in!" he screamed. I ran to the door and waved them in hurriedly. A stray teenie screamed and ran toward the door. A horrified Billy barely made it. Mike slammed the door with the teenie's hand still in it. She screeched when she saw her mangled hand and started flailing around all over the place. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" he screamed, opening and shutting the door in a split second.
"Damn, I wanted a teenie flag!" I said, snapping my fingers sarcastically. Billie started rolling on the floor laughing while everyone else just chuckled nervously. We rode in silence for a few minutes, everyone looking around awkwardly. "Yeah sooooo," I said getting up and sitting next to Mike, who was now on the couch with Tre driving. I heard someone clear their throat awkwardly, followed by a few coughs, and before I knew it, the whole fucking bus was ringing with the sound of everyone coughing. Rolling my eyes, I got up to look out the window. Suddenly I saw what looked like a guy running down the sidewalk behind the bus.
"WELL TRY SOME FUCKING AGING CREAM!" Through gritted teeth, then continued with my eyeliner. She sighed in frustration and stomped away from the bottom of the stairs. I smirked in smug satisfaction. When I had finally gotten ready, I flounced down the stairs to see Sam, Rachel, Joey, Shane, Jimmy, Billy, and Emily sitting on the couch waiting for me. I froze on the spot. Jimmy rolled his eyes. Sam drummed her fingers on the table. The rest just sat there looking bored as hell. I stared at them for approximately 3.2 seconds, and then moved back a few inches, screaming, "WHAT?!" and shrugging. Emily raised her eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes again and did a back handspring out the door...unsuccessfully. I landed with my head bent backwards at an odd angle and my arms and legs in all different directions. "HELLLLP" I screamed pathetically, flailing my arms around. Rachel crossed her arms, standing over me. I pouted at her and then stuck my arms out. She sighed and grabbed one, then grinned and let me go hard. I made a face and stuck up my middle finger. Then maneuvered myself up out of my awkward position.
-(At the concert)-
We stood in the long, zigzagging line for what seemed like hours. As we turned the corner I groaned loudly, seeing how much we had left until we got to the entrance. "Daaaamn it," I whined.
"Are you guys fucking shitting me?" Shane laughed, coming back from the souvenir stand with t-shirts, hats, and assorted other shit.
"There's a side entrance right there!" he yelled a little too loudly. A few people started to catch on and shimmied toward the door.
"NO NO DON'T YOU... OH FUCKING HELL," he said, shrugging and slumping over to the line. But look; now there's no line! I whooped, running toward the entrance.
"Good job Shane!" Emily yelled, jogging along with the rest of us. When we got in there, there was NO ONE in the pit yet.
"Holy fucking shit," I said sprinting towards it. "FRONT FUCKING ROW" I screamed at the top of my lungs, causing the people in the nosebleed section to glare at me with pure hatred in their eyes. I flipped them off and started jumping around with Sam. Everyone else just talked amongst each other. Finally everyone got in and the show started. All I can say is fucking awesome show as always.
-(After the show)-
Now we were in the back of the building where their tour bus was (I had discovered a mysterious path when I went to the bathroom). Thousands of teenies jumped around screaming and they were pushing the tour bus. Shit, I had to save green day! I told them I'd be right back, and ran towards the tour bus. The teenies pushed and screamed. I kicked and punched my way through a wall of teenies, finally making it to the door. Some fatass teenie was blocking the whole thing. "MOVE, LARDASS!" I screamed, trying to push her but she was too heavy. "Fucking Christ on a cracker," I moaned, pushing her with all my strength, my feet sliding on the ground. Finally she dropped a nacho and moved, causing me to almost fall over, but I caught myself in time. I got the door open wide enough to pry it open, then slammed it and leaned on it breathing heavily. "Run," I said out of breath.
"Who the hell are you?" Billie said, coming toward me.
"RUN!" I screamed as the tour bus almost tipped over. Mike's eyes grew wide and he ran to start it.
"Ok, how did you get in here...and why the hell didn't the security stop you?" Tre asked as we were sitting on the couch.
"Well when I was in the toilet I saw the path...and everyone else just basically followed me... It's way too much for security to handle. Oh well, security sucks balls anyway," I said.
"Oh, we really gotta learn to hide it better," he laughed.
"Um, do you mind if we...er...save my friends?" I asked, clasping my hands together nervously.
"Uh sure," Mike said, swerving the bus out of the way of a group of raving teenies. "Shit, there's so many," he said.
"Oh darn," said Billie suddenly. "You should've run 'em over Mikey!" Mike grinned and turned around.
"Where are they?" he asked, scanning the crowd.
"Group of black..." I laughed. Suddenly I saw Sam sitting on Shane's shoulders with her eyes squinted, also scanning the crowd. She pointed in our direction. "That's them!" I said. "The girl on the guy's shoulders," I pointed to them. Mike turned that way and approached slowly. Sam's eyes grew wider by the second. Mike stopped the bus and came to a halt. He opened the doors.
"Quick, get in!" he screamed. I ran to the door and waved them in hurriedly. A stray teenie screamed and ran toward the door. A horrified Billy barely made it. Mike slammed the door with the teenie's hand still in it. She screeched when she saw her mangled hand and started flailing around all over the place. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" he screamed, opening and shutting the door in a split second.
"Damn, I wanted a teenie flag!" I said, snapping my fingers sarcastically. Billie started rolling on the floor laughing while everyone else just chuckled nervously. We rode in silence for a few minutes, everyone looking around awkwardly. "Yeah sooooo," I said getting up and sitting next to Mike, who was now on the couch with Tre driving. I heard someone clear their throat awkwardly, followed by a few coughs, and before I knew it, the whole fucking bus was ringing with the sound of everyone coughing. Rolling my eyes, I got up to look out the window. Suddenly I saw what looked like a guy running down the sidewalk behind the bus.
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