Writer's Memo: Good day, readers. I've been a writer for nine years now, and I've always loved writing Fan Fiction. I try to describe things as best I can, and keep characters as in tact as possible, with only slight changes for the sake of making the process of writing them easier. I became a Grojbandian two weeks ago, and while I know that's not long, I hope over time I can become as big a fan as everyone else. Because I love this show, I really do. I love music, and I think that is one of the major parts of why I like the show, along with the characters and lore. It's totally awesome, and I read different stories on here every day because of it. Now then, as for my story. I'm throwing in warnings, just so you can know what's in it, because I know not everyone likes certain types of stories. So, here is the list of warnings: Time Skip – This is necessary for the story, because there will be sexual content later on, and it would be inappropriate if the characters were under legal age, which is sixteen in Canada, and seventeen to eighteen in America, so the characters will be eighteen for convenience. Original Character x Canon – Specifically Original Character x Carrie. Finally there is Odd Sexual Content – I have certain fetishes, like everyone does, and some people may not like them. No worries, though, if requested through reviews, I will put small warnings before they come into play in the story. For reference, the fetishes I will most likely incorporate are Foot Fetish, and Biting Fetish. Remember though, they will only be incorporated, and will not be main focuses or huge parts of the story, and will not be the only things that the sex scenes are going to be about, but they will just be small parts of them. Sorry for this huge wall of text, but I just wanted to let you guys know everything. Before going into this. I promise that all of the Writer's Memos after this one will not be insanely long. So, with out further ado, our story begins. Rock on readers!
"This is my revenge..."
-Mindless Self Indulgence, "Revenge"
It was a normal Autumn Friday in the humble town of Peaceville. The sun poured it's light down upon the trees of the town, their leaves various shades of red, orange, and yellow. From just a look at the town, no one would get the musical impression that two bands had made on it over the past six years. If one asked someone on the street about either of the bands, half of them would say that the bands were trouble. The other half however, would tell you that they are a fan of either one band or the other. Few places throughout the town would have one of the bands known as their monthly band, a poster in the window of a cafe or a restaurant. Amidst the various noises of cars, the chirping of birds, and other things, a ringing could be heard through the parts of town closest to Elementary High, the town high school. Classes had just let out for the day, and the school bell rung to signal that fact. Amongst the students walking in one of the many hallways of the school were two seniors, members of the two rivalling bands that almost the whole town knew about, Grojband, and The Newmans. In their rush to get out of the school and to their respective garages however, they bumped into each other, and much as one would suspect, they wouldn't ignore it and let it be.
"Watch where you're going, Grojdork!"
As the repulsive words reached Laney Penn's ears she couldn't help but bear her teeth lightly at the hateful tone that they carried with them. She hated the term that was said with them, the insult. The one the Newmans always used against her and the rest of Grojband. She couldn't understand why after six years she and her friends hadn't come up with an equally powerful insult for their arch-rivals. She looked into the electric blue eyes of the lead singer for the Newmans, almost growling as she did. "No, you just need to stop being blind, Carrie!" She seriously had to talk with Kin and Kon about an insult for the Newmans when she met up with them at Corey's garage. Not having one killed her. It made her retorts have less impact when she shouted: more like hissed; at the Newmans.
Carrie rolled her eyes at the redhead girl, scoffing as she did so. She could go back and forth with the bassist for hours, shouting many a different vilification at her, but she didn't feel like wasting her time, on a Grojdork especially. "I don't have time for this, I have to get to practice. Talking to you is worse than talking to a wall." She spun on her heel and walked away, an air of total snobbery about her, like always. The ends of her hair bounced off of her back with every step, causing it to resemble a cascading waterfall. Not only that, but her hips swayed with a kind of attitude that only she had, one that drew attention to her. ...As well as her lower assets.
Laney was jaded and exasperated of watching Carrie walk off in the fashion she did every time she was finished talking to her or her band mates. She'd seen that walk so many times before, it only served to infuriate her further. "Ugh!" She stormed off in the opposite direction Carrie went, students moving out of her way as she did, seeing the anger upon her face. That stupid bitch! Thinks she's better than me, I'll show her! Me and the guys will beat the Newmans at the Halloween Rock-Off, and her face will be bluer than her fucking hair! Laney didn't usually use curses, she preferred to use more eloquent words, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Especially when it came to Carrie. Something about her pulled the trigger of the gun that was Laney's mind.
And Laney hated it.
*ANGRY LANE TRANSITION!*
Laney heard Corey talking as she stepped in the garage, her eyes adjusting to the light inside, bass strapped around her. As she was finally able to see, she saw that Corey was talking to a guy who looked to be the same age as him, and was adorned in all black clothing. The other thing she noticed about the guy was his wild purple hair. When the guy spoke, Laney could hear a slight Canadian accent in his voice. "Look, all I ask is to be your info guy. I'll research stuff for you, and tell you the useful information I find so you can use it for the awesome stuff you do." He grasped his devil's goatee, which was the same colour as his hair, hoping that Corey would accept his offer of sorts.
Laney stepped up between the two males before Corey had the chance to respond. "Whoa whoa whoa, what's going on here? Who are you, and just what are you pitching to Core?" She looked the purple haired teen in his ice blue eyes behind a pair of square black spectacles. The only thing he seemed to do as he looked back into her forest green eyes was chuckle, at which Laney raised a brow. "What's so funny, dude?" She wasn't liking this guy so far, just showing up out of the blue and trying to make Corey some mysterious offer. For all she knew, he could be trying to ruin the band or hurt Corey, maybe even both.
The guy simply smiled and pushed his glasses up his nose with his fair skinned finger. "Relax chick, I come in peace." He bowed before her. "Name's Gideon Beckett II, but please, just call me Gideon. S'not like we're at a formal event or something." He held up a picture of the Newmans. "I'm offering to take down the Newmans, and in exchange, I get to be your info guy." He threw the picture down on the stage next to him, and looked back at Corey. "So, deal?"
Corey scratched at his thin blue beard which he'd started to grow over the years, thinking hard about Gideon's deal. "Eh, I dunno man. I mean, I'm not against you joining us, help is always welcome, yeah. But just how do you plan on taking down the Newmans? They've opposed us ever since we started the band, and they're not to be easy to get rid of, trust me." After humming for a second in thought, he snapped his fingers, a smile coming to his face just as a thought had come to his mind. "Unless you're thinking what I think you're thinking."
Suddenly, two of the lockers at the back of the garage popped open, causing Laney to jump from shock. None other than Kin and Kon came out of them, smiling. "Tactical espionage action!" They both shouted as they did. Kin wore a white lab coat, and Kon had his hair slicked back to resemble a mullet. Kin stepped forward, speaking. "You're gonna sneak in there, acting like you're one of their fans," Kon then finished his brother's sentence with a few karate chops, grinning. "and take them out from the inside!" The brothers looked at each other and fist pounded, both shouting once again at the same time. "Aww yeah!"
Gideon was the first to crack up, laughing so hard he had to put his hands on his knees. Corey then began to laugh with him, because he knew just what Kin and Kon were doing as well. Gideon wiped a tear from his eye, trying to breathe slowly. "Metal Gear Solid, oh my gods, you two are more friggin' awesome than I thought you would be!" He walked over and high fived both of them at the same time, grinning. He turned to Corey. "And yeah, apparently I am thinking what you were thinking I was thinking, Corey." He pointed at Corey in a cool fashion. "Eeeeh!" Corey couldn't help but snicker at Gideon's impression of the Fonz. It was then that Gideon turned to Laney, who had a look of absolute confusion on her face. "Well, what do you say? I'm not joining unless all of you are cool with me." He held out his hand for a handshake.
Laney stood there, the only one keeping Gideon from being a part of Grojband, looking at the guy who not only wanted to help out by being their info guy, but also had a plan to take down their arch rivals. She thought back to the moment in the school hallway earlier that day. She thought about how she wanted to see Carrie go down in flames more than she wanted almost anything else in the world. This could be it. This could be the chance we've been waiting for to get rid of the Newmans once and for all. That narcissistic bitch will finally get what's been coming to her for six fucking years, and all I have to do to ensure it is shake Gideon's hand... She swallowed hard and looked down at the hand held out in front of her. She smiled mischievously, looking almost devilish as she did so. This is my revenge. She grabbed Gideon's hand and shook it firmly. "You're on."
*NEWMAN GARAGE TRANSITION!*
Carrie Beff looked up from the lyrics she was writing just seconds before, and got a strange sense of dread as a shiver ran down her back. She turned around to her bandmates, who noticed her tense up. Lenny was the first one to ask the question that was on their minds, the redheaded boy looking worried as he did. "What's wrong, Care? You look like you just saw a-" Carrie put a finger to his lips, which made him blush brightly. She's touching me... Carrie looked each of her band mates in the eyes before clearing her throat to speak, feeling as thought a frog was in her throat.
"I swear I just felt a contract get signed or something..."