:3 Cat :3

This. Was. Happening!
“We’re finally going on tour!”Maddy shrieks. Olive smiles a bit but holds back.
“What’s the catch?” Olive asks suspiciously. Martin is known for keeping a few cards up his sleeve.
“Well, yes. There is one minor little thing.” He fades off. We all stop cheering.
“What exactly is one minor little thing?” Maddy asks. Seriously? Why is there always a catch? I hope were not on the tour just to do everyone’s laundry or something. I would kill Martin if he did that.
“Well, First show is in Virginia. And it’s on the sixteenth of June.” He cringes. Today is the fourteenth.
“MARTIN!” I shout. Gahhhh. I wanted at least two weeks off.
“I know, I know. But it was too good of an opportunity to miss. You all have the weekend off. Your to report here, 3:45 AM Monday morning for the drive up. In the meanwhile, I have to go check on your bus.” He grins and walks out. Dead silence ending in 3…. 2…. 1…... Kate starts dancing and screaming,
“We’re going’ on tour! We’re gonna have a bus! Na na na na na!”
That would be my little Kate. Happy and high as a kite.
“All right, who gave Kate happy juice?” MAria sniggers, slinging an arm around our friend. Even Maddy looks really happy.
“Guys,” Kate says in that annoying British accent of hers. Did I forget to mention? Kate grew up as a gypsy in the UK. She was born cray cray.
“I’m not hitting the happy juice, I’m just really excited for tour. Now lets hug it out. Me and Cat-“
“Cat and I” I mindlessly correct her.
“Fine grammar Nazi. Cat and I are going to go shopping. We both wanna get some new stuff for tour.” She’s grinning and glaring at the same time. It’s quite a feat.
<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>KATE<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^We group hug and leave. We link arms again, and go to my car. We get in and I plug my IPod in. I start the car and we’re off to the mall. Random music plays. But then, our song comes on. I crank it and we both start singing. Her, beautifully, me, rather off key.

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never work
They gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They gonna rip up your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
They say that teenagers scare the living **** out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
We'll make them pay for the things that they did
They say that teenagers scare the living **** out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Ohh yeah!
They say that teenagers scare the living **** out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
All together now!
Teenagers scare the living **** out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Teenagers scare the living **** out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

“Oh my gosh Cat! You sound amazing!” I tell her.
“I’m in a band, ya know?” She grins.
The song ends and Hell Above starts playing. A couple more songs play, and we’re at the mall.

:3 Cat :3

I hop out, and into the mall we go.



We walk out of the mall weighed down with a bunch of bags.
What I got: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86212800

What Kate got: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86219249

We got Starbucks on our way back to the apartment. By the time we actually made it there. Kate was falling asleep at the wheel. Great, as if her driving didn’t suck already. Lord help us all. We both got out of the car.
“Kate, let’s just leave the bags here, we can get them tomorrow.” I groan. It’s after midnight all ready.
“You read my mind.” Kate walks into the apartment and I follow. She zombie walks down the hall to her room. I make it to mine before collapsing on my bed and falling asleep.

<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>KATE<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>

I woke up to my phone playing the intro to Bulls In the Bronx (Pierce The Veil). Vic was just starting to sing when I answered.
“Who in the hell is calling at this ungodly hour?” I croak into the receiver. It’s Olive.
“Kate, it’s one in the afternoon.” She informs me.
“Holy fuck!” I say sitting up. I jump out of bed and run into the bathroom. I turn on the shower,
“So what’s up Olive?”
“Um, I’m throwing a party tonight. There’ll be snacks. And a couple of the upcoming bands from our label. Oh and my little sister is coming with her friends.” Well, she sounds excited.
“Alright, me and Cat will be there, we’ll bring the booze. Hey you should see if any of the bands from the warped tour are in town, you could invite them too.” I’d have to wake up Cat, but she was always up for a party.
“I did! And guess what!?!?! EEK! Pierce the Veil is coming. Oh and some band named Black Veil Brides? I haven’t heard of them before, but they said they’d bring booze too.” That was Olive. Offer her booze, and she was all yours. She would sleep with the first guy who bought her a drink.
“Hmm, I haven’t heard of them either, but I’ll look them up. See you tonight!” I hang up and take my shower.

:3 Cat :3

I woke up to the shower running. Goddamn, why does that women get up so early? I check my phone. Shit cakes, It’s after one. I jump up and make coffee. I sit on the counter drinking until the pot is empty.
“Cat, I’m out of the shower. Don’t take too long, there’s a party at Olive’s at six.” Kate’s floaty British voice. Shit, I have to do stuff. But yay! Party! I put the empty pot in the sink, such a shame, I liked that stuff. I grabbed a towel before jumping in the shower.

I took a long shower. It was absolutely splendid! After I got out, I wrapped a towel around me and headed to my room. All my bags from our shopping spree were on my bed.
“What would I do with out my little British Italian amazing fucker of a bassist?” I laugh. I grab a simple strapless empire waisted black mini dress from my closet and put it on first. I look through my bags. I grab my lace up combat heels and my PINK bag. I put my wallet and phone in the bag before going in the bathroom. I curl my hair, and do dark pink smokey eye. I was feeling on the bold side, so I paired it with a plumb, almost black matte lipstick. Perfect. I check my phone.
3:45
Damn, did it seriously take me almost three hours to get ready? Well, we still have enough time. I walk down the hall to Kate’s room, and nudge the door open. It always surprised me, how pretty her room was. It was stark black with Neon blue roses painted all over the back wall. She had blue Christmas lights spiraled around her metal bed frame. And they were always on. She claimed they kept away the monsters. I step in and see Kate.
“Awwwww! You look so pretty.!” I squeel.
“Thanks.” She smiled. She had on an ice blue crop top, that stopped just far enough to keep her girls covered. She was also wearing black skinny jeans and white suspenders.
“I still can’t figure out what to do with my hair though. Any suggestions?” She asks. Yay I love playing hairdresser!
“Sit.” I say pointing to her bed. She obeys. I fishtail braid her hair. And slide on a black pair of hipster glasses. They match her face, perfect. I check her closet. Blue and black checkered calve high converses. They’ll do. A bit matchey matchey but still cute. I throw them at her and check my phone again.
4:30
“Damn, Kate it’s 4:30 we gotta go soon or we’re gonna be late.” I turn around, she’s lacing up her converse.

<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>KATE<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>^<^>

“It’s only like twenty after six, we’re fine Cat!” I say exasperated. We didn’t even get out of the apartment until after five because she had to make another effing pot of coffee. And then she drank it all without me. I should go postal on her!
“Yea, alright.” She says, walking up to Olive’s door. If what I can hear from out here, the party is already in full swing. We’re each holding one end of a horse trough. That has been filled with ice, Jack, Rum, Jager, Tequila, and my personal favorite, Barbie Vodka. It got too heavy waiting for them so we set it on the ground. She opened the door.
“Your late.” Was all she said. We step aside and show her what we brought. Her eyes grow wide. I grab a bottle of Everclear. It’s her favorite because it’s like almost all alcohol. I hold it up to her. Her eye starts twitching. They better. I could go to jail. In Florida it’s illegal to buy booze with that much kick.
“Sorry?” I said. She snatches the bottle and grins ear to ear.
“All is forgiven. Lemme get someone to carry that for you.” She is still clutching the bottle of Everclear like it’s the bible or something.
“Hey, Brides carry the booze!” She shouts to the booming chatter behind her. Five guys in leather and black all walk out.
“Damn. That’s a lot of booze.” One of them say. Cat looks like she’s seen a ghost. They carry it in and I walk inside behind them. Damn. Good party.

:3 Cat :3


There was no way that could be him, could it? No, he still lived in Cali.
“Hey, Olive?” I ask. She was chugging her bottle of Everclear. That girl was going to end up with alcohol poisoning.
“Hmm?” She hums, not taking her lips off the bottle.
“Is your sister still bartending?” I could do with some vodka or something hardcore.
“Yep, inside back wall.” She finally comes up for air.
I make my way through the crowd to the back wall. If that was a wall, all I could see were shelve upon shelve of every beverage ever made that had any kind of alcohol in it. I search for a minute before I find the bottle I want.
“Hey, Tory!” I shout to Olive’s sister.
“Wazzup!” She has to scream. Megadeath is blaring and I can hardly hear my self think. I point to a clear bottle of high grade Vodka. She just shakes her head. I was gonna get that bottle. I pull out a fifty. She grabs it and stuffs it in her bra before handing me the bottle with a smile. Someone else pulls up to the bar next to me and grabs a bottle of jack. I don’t pay attention to him. I just rip open the bottle and chug. And chug. The bottle empties before I’m done.
“Shit girl, that was cray!” A familiar voice says from next to me.
“I’ve only met one other girl who could do that.” He takes a sip of jack. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him. I turn and look, but it is indeed him. He looks back at me, and his eyes get wide.
“Ash,” I barely whisper, but he still hears me.

Notes

Okay so this one is a bit long. Mostly because I put all the lyrics to Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.
But anywhoodles, should I make Maddy a bitch?
Or, I mean she is the oldest, maybe I could pair her up with Vic from Pierce the Veil.
That'd be cool right?
I'm probably going to kill either MAria or Olive, but much farther into the story so no worries. :P
Well, let me know what you think, I love the comments. *Hugs*
I did write the song in the chapter before. But it's not special. It's like a Beatles song.
Written at some ungodly hour. And the writer was pretty much drunk on caffine when she wrote it.
No Hate.
Kat_Mouse