♡Lucky Ones♡ [Completed]

Chapter Twenty-Two

My first chap as the Admin for ohsnapz_Kellic, enjoy! Feedback would be nice :) If you don't know who I am, check the latest chapter on All My Heart (Kellin Quinn And Vic Fuentes Fanfic) it has a little information on excatly what's going on.  I know the pic doesn't make sense, but it will later.

~Max

I Rather Die Than Be Famous

~Andy~

“Kyle what the hell are we doing here at a venue?” I asked for the third time. We have all our instruments and a bag of clothes and Kyle still won’t tell me where we are. Josh smacked me upside the back of my head.

“Shut up Andy!” but I wasn’t. There are tour buses everywhere! Why are we walking towards a tour bus?

“Why are we at Warped?”

“Andy shut up!” they all yelled at me. A girl with blue hair and two other guys came walking towards us as we stopped at a purple tour bus. Kyle knocks twice before he trips and bangs his fist against the door.

“Hey what are you guys doing at our bus?” I opened my mouth to speak but the door opens and a girl is standing there. She is soaking wet as if she went swimming in her clothes. Her eyes are red, there’s an iPhone 4 in her hand, pressed against her ear and most of all; she’s looking dead at me. her eyes are like ice crystals, they go well with her black hair and pale skin. I noticed that her right arm sleeve is covered in tattoos and she has a nose ring and lip ring. Kyle begins to introduce all of us.

“Hi! That’s David Stephens with the rhythm guitar our unclean vocals, Joshua Moore our lead guitarist, brain a.k.a Lou with the other rhythm guitar, Eric Choi who plays drums, Andy Glass who plays bass and I’m Kyle Pavone. I’m the clean vocals for We Came As Romans.” Her expression turns from confused to anger. She gets back on the phone.

“What the hell Ben?! I’m supposed to let five strangers on my bus and let them live with us and they back up our performance? If we’re the rookie band, we should make our own mark!” she yells as she walks to the back. The three people behind us squeezes past us. The girl turns around and tells us to follow her.

“I don’t give a damn! You saw how I broke my ribs and got back on stage! If I break my back I would still get back on stage!” the girl with the crystal eyes is still yelling.

“Make friends with the clean vocalists my ass!” the girl with the blue hair speaks up.

“Hey. I’m Miley. I play bass. That guy who is grabbing a bag of weed,, that’s Ryan our lead guitarist. Don’t mess with his weed. The guy with the bushy hair, that’s Max, our drummer and the gilr screaming at our manager, that’s Ellie. She’s our vocalist and rhythm guitar for our band Sorry Not Sorry.” She blushes. “Sorry she’s yelling. She normally isn’t this pissed, but we got a lot going on. So, uh Kyle. I’m guessing you and her need to get close, you can sleep on the top bunk in our room and Josh you can sleep on the bottom bunk with us.” She pointed to the back. They nodded and went back there. For some reason it bugged me that she and Kyle had to get close. I want to get close to her, she seems like a nice person when she isn’t yelling.

“ARGH!!!!” we hear Ellie yell. She is now in different clothes and she stomps past us towards the door.

“Ellie! Where are you going?”

“Out!” she slams the bus shut. Miley rolls her eyes.

“Okay. Uh, Eric and uh, Lou right?” Brian nods his head. “You two can room with Max and Ryan.” The four boys leave, leaving me. “Andy. There’s a small futon in the back, usually the guest room.” She chuckles quietly to herself. “You can stay there.” I nod.