Hey, everyone! It's me, GuitarChick14! I'm here with a new story that just hit me and I had to write it. So I really hope you like it as much as I...I think I do. Yea...I mean this is only the first chapter. I'll have to see where it goes! So yea...enjoy!

Me: YAY! A new story! I hope it's good.

Ray: Not this again. You're the author...You should know if it's good or not.

Me: Well, I haven't written it yet, silly.

Kai: Let's just get this over with. She doesn't own Beyblade.

Me: Yea, way to break it to them softly.

Kai: Sometimes I really do wonder if you aren't mentelly retarded.

Me: Thanks...or not. I don't know!

Ray: Here's the chapter one!

CHAPTER ONE

(Normal pov)

The sound of the guitar chords could be heard almost a block away as they practiced in the last room on the top floor of a dismal apartment building in New York City. Another guitar could be heard, as well, harmonizing with the first. The beat of the bass drum and the clang of the cymbal made you want to follow the sound. The steady plucking of the bass guitar added a bottom to the song, making it flow deep. The soft sound of the keyboard playing along added a somewhat soft side to the music that wafted through the air. The beautiful voice singing, the last piece of the puzzle, completed the sound, electrifying the music into something truly amazing.

Inside that last room on the top floor of that dismal apartment building in New York City, we find 6 teenagers, all looking to be about 17 years old, give or take. Sitting behind the shiny black drum set sat a Chinese boy with long black hair, bobbing his head along with the beat, his golden eyes shining. His name is Ray. Standing behind the keyboard was a girl, named Hilary, her shoulder-length chestnut hair tucked gracefully behind her ears as she played. Standing tall behind his dark blue bass was Tyson, a boy with dark blue hair, a baseball hat on his head, plucking away. A blond boy, Max, stood holding a green electric guitar in his hands, a black strap on his shoulder, as he strummed the chords. Next to him was Jenna, a bright blue-eyed girl with long dark brown hair, moving her fingers along the neck of a red elecrtic guitar. And in the front, eyes closed, singing at the top of her lungs, was Tiky, a girl with brown hair and black lowlights in a pixie cut.

The song came to an end and Tiky opened her eyes, smiling. "Good job, guys. That was great," she said to everyone.

"Thanks, Tiky," Max said with a smirk.

"You're welcome. I think. So how about we do it again?" Tiky asked her bandmates. Before anyway could reply in anyway, the door slammed open and hit the wall. "What the heck!"

"Times up," said a red head as he entered the room. He smiled and winked at Tiky. "We have some people coming over and we'd rather they didn't see you dorks around here." Another guy entered the room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, looking bored, his two-toned hair covering his face.

"It's only 11:00, Tala. We paid you to use the room for at least another hour," Tiky challenged him.

"Our price went up. So actually, you didn't. Now leave. Get out. Shoo, shoo," Tala mocked, ushering toward the door.

"You're such a prick," Tiky mumbled as she packed away her microphone. Jenna, Max, and Tyson slid their guitars into their cases and strapped them to their backs. Hilary put the keyboard in its case, as well, and grabbed the handles. Ray stacked up the drums and they all headed toward the door.

"Bye, bye, kiddies! Hope to see you soon," Tala said, smiling and waving at them as they passed. They all glared back in return. Tiky flipped him the bird and grinned. "Bye, sweetie," she said sarcastically. She turned and continued walking out the door. Tala grinned and smacked her butt. She turned back, seething, and lunged at him. Max and Tyson each grabbed one of her arms and pulled her away. She let off a string of obscenities as they dragged her away from the red-head who just smiled and waved.

(Tiky's pov)

"God, I hate him!" I yelled, throwing my mic in the back our band's van.

"Don't take it out of the equipment," Tyson said. I glared back and he laughed nervously. "Just kidding."

"Yea, that's what I thought." I hopped into the front seat of the black 12-seater. The back seats were taking out for equipment storage, but there were still two seats behind me. Jenna and Hilary sat in the front back seat, Ray and Tyson behind them. Max climbed in beside me. I put it in drive and peeled out.

"Dang, girl. Hold your horses," Ray yelled, nearly laying in Tyson's lap, which was very awkward.

"Sorry," I apologized. "He just makes me so mad." There was silence for a few moments while everyone tried to think of something to say. Jenna was next to speak.

"Hey, my parents are gone tomorrow night, so you can all come over and we can practice at my place and stuff," she said, brushing some of her long hair behind her ears. She was the goody-goody of the group and the sweetest person I know. She never did anything bad, so I hate her. She's pretty much my best friend, besides being my total opposite. She's also kind of with Ray. They haven't really gone out, that I know of at least, and they've never kissed, but they always act like it. It's weird. But whatever.

"Oh, what a naughty idea, Jenna. I'm surprised at you," I said, laughing. She blushed.

"I didn't mean it that way. It's just they hate the noise and-"

"It's fine. I'll bring alcohol," I say, turning onto Tyson's street.

"No! I can't have alcohol at my house! They would kill me!" she objected.

"They won't be home," I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

Ray leaned forward and rubbed her shoulders. "It's okay. You won't have to drink any."

"Yes, she will," I told him. "I will make her swallow at least the equivalent of four shots of vodka."

"Tiky, you wouldn't!" she shouted. I laughed. "You should already know that I will." She crossed her arms and leaned back, Ray putting his arm over the seat and brushing her hair. I stopped in front of Tyson's house.

"Bye, guys. See you tomorrow," he said, jumping out.

"9:00," Jenna told him.

"Got it." He ran up to his house and we drove off. Hilary was next, and then Max. When I pulled up to Ray's house, he gave Jenna a little peck on the cheek and walked to his door. When I started up again, she turned to me. "Oh, my god, he just kissed me on the cheek!" she exclaimed.

"I know. Was that the first time?"

"Yea!"

"Wow. So are you guys together then?"

"...I don't know." I sighed. We chatted a little more as I drove. I parked our van in my driveway and we got out. "See you tomorrow, Tiky!" she said and ran across the street to her house. I walked up to the door and turned my key in the lock. I walk in and close the door. I hear the living room TV on and see my dad sleeping on the couch. He works pretty much 24-7 and whenever he's home, he's always sleeping. My mom died when I was 2, so I'm always by myself at home. I put a blanket over my dad and notice the three beer bottles on the floor. I guess that's where I get it from. I wouldn't call myself an alcoholic, but I do drink from time to time.

I slowly walked up the stairs to my room and changed into my pajamas. I turned off the lights and hop into bed. When I close my eyes, the first thing that pops into my head is-

"Tala? What the heck?" I ask myself. I shake my head and change positions, letting sleep come.

(Meanwhile...Tyson's pov)

"I'm home," I say as I open the door, closing it behind me. No one answers. They must all be sleeping already. And it's only 11:15. Lazy people. I kick off my shoes and pour myself a glass of orange juice. I can hear banging downstairs, like someone hitting their head against my brother's headboard. As I drink my juice, I hear harsh breathing and drink faster. When I hear the cries of "Oh, oh, oh!" I chug the rest and run upstairs. Hiro's always got some girl to nail.

I run up the stairs two at a time and walk down the hall. As I take off my clothes, I look at the picture on my dresser. It's of me and Hilary at the park. Max took it one day last summer. We're on the slide, her inbetween my legs and holding on tight, a huge smile across her face. I can still remember her laughing. I flopped down on my bed, thinking that the only thing worse than her rejecting my totally would be for her to say I'm like a brother to her. I pull my pillow over my face and turn onto my stomach, slowly falling asleep.

(Meanwhile...Hilary's pov)

I closed the front door as quietly as I could, slipping out of my shoes and setting my purse on the hall table. I walked upstairs and down the hall to my room, tip-toeing.

"Hilary?" I stopped and closed my eyes. I turned toward the room and said, "Yea. What's up?" I walked in and sat on the edge of my little sister's bed. She was seven years old.

"I heard you come in. Just wanted to say goodnight," she said, eyes closing.

"Goodnight, Katie," I said, pulling her blanket up as her eyes closed. I left and started toward my room again.

"Hilary?" I stopped again and turned this time toward my parents room. I took a few steps inside and asked, "What?"

"You're home early," my mother stated.

"Yea. We got cut short. But whatever."

"Goodnight, honey."

"Night, mom." I left and finally made it to my room. As I laid down in my bed, all I could think about was that face, hair covering his eyes. He never said anything and yet said everything just by how he stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. I don't know why I couldn't stop thinking about him. I mean, I know that Tyson likes me, and I guess I like him, too, when I think about it. It's just so confusing. Is it possible to like two boys? I sighed and closed my eyes, letting sleep take my thoughts away.

(Max's pov)

I hung up my keys and walked down the hall to my room. Everyone was sleeping, except for my older sister Danielle who was on the phone, like always. As I passed her room, she said, "Just a sec, Rachel. Hey, Maxy-poo."

"Hey, Danielle," I said, sticking my head into her room. "Wow, on the phone? How new and different? You're never on the phone. Amazing."

"Shut up, dweeb."

"And she still says 'dweeb.' That is amazing."

She threw a pillow at my head, nearly hitting me. "Get out of my room, retard!" I ran to my room and shut the door. I jumped into bed and flipped on the TV. As Family Guy appeared on the screen, I couldn't get my mind off Tyson. I have no idea why, but for some reason its been happening more and more. I'm just always thinking about him. And not like a friend, either. I'll wake up after having a wet dream that involved me getting it on with Tyson, of all people. It freaks me out. I don't know what's wrong with me.

(Ray's pov)

I said goodnight to my mom after entering the house and went downstairs to my room. My two younger siblings, Briere and Micki. So I got moved to the basement when the newest addition, Hiroshi, was born 10 months ago. I threw my shoes in the closet and stripped down to my boxers. I rolled into bed and pulled up the covers, thinking about how I had just kissed Jenna on the cheek for the first time. I mean, I don't know if we're together or not. If we are, then we're going really slow. If we're not, well, I just pushed it in the right direction. I know everyone thinks we are, but I haven't actually asked her to be my girlfriend officially. I probably should.

I close my eyes and turn on my side. I kind of feel bad for her. Her parents are rich and have really important jobs so they aren't around that much. Jenna grew up with a nanny and ever possible thing a kid could want. I'm amazed that she was able to turn out as great as she did. As I drift off, I imagine actually kissing her full lips, feeling her body against mine, my hands touching her in all the right places, her moaning- Oh, crap. I feel it coming. Shoot. I can see it growing under the blanket. I jump up and run to the bathroom.

(Jenna's pov)

"Hello, Jenna," mother calls when I walk through the door.

"Hi, mom," I reply, greeting her in the kitchen, her papers covering the table. "I'm working on a big case, so I can't talk right now, sweetie. I have to leave at 4:00 tomorrow morning to catch a plane to Seattle so I need to get this done. We'll talk later. I get back late Sunday." And with that, she's back to work. I leave, feeling dejected, although I know she has to.

I see my dad up in his den. "Hey, dad," I say, jumping onto the chair next to his.

"Hey, Jenna. How was your night?"

"Great."

"That's good. I have to leave at 3:30 tomorrow morning to catch a plane to Phoenix, so we'll have to catch up when I get back Monday, okay, sweetie?" he said, never looking up from his work.

"Sure," I say, trying to sound fine. I leave, amazed at how much they sound alike and how much they have to do. They never have time for their lives, only work. I enter my room and place my clothes in my hamper, throw on my pajamas, and climb into bed. A tear slides down and hits my pillow.

Me: Well, there's the first chapter. Sorry to leave it on such a sad note, but you'll have to R&R to find out what fun stuff is in store next chapter! And believe me, it is going to be a HOOT! LOL I mean, it was be PARTY TIME, BABY! LOL so please R&R so I can write more!!!

Ray: Wow, that was like the quickest you have every wrapped up a story in. I'm amazed.

Kai: Now I can go home. (leaves)

Me: Well, fine then. Thanks for reading! XD R&R!!!