A/N: Trying something new. It's not anime! (insert crowd gasp)
My very good friend got me into this band 30 Seconds to Mars. I love them. I will have Shannon's babies. (Never mind that he's 23 years older than me.)
This seemed a lot longer on my iPod... Look for more soon!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I love LA. The lights, the sights, the sounds. (The smells leave much to be desired though.)
But tonight, it held something even better.
"Come on! We don't want to be late!" I yelled at my friend Tiffany as she parked our tiny car on a random street.
"I'm trying to memorize where we fucking parked! Hold on!" She yelled back. I stood outside the car, my arms wrapped around myself to try and stay warm. My black sweatshirt was too thin for LA in fall.
Tonight we were on the hunt. It was whispered all throughout the Echelon communities that 30 Seconds to Mars was going to play an exclusive, fan-oriented concert for the first 30 people who find them.
"Okay, let's find them." Tiffany smirked at me with a look of determination. She was probably twice the fan that I was, obsessing over them since before I knew her. We'd been friends for 5 years already and her love for Jared, the lead singer, had never waned.
"If we don't make it in time, it's all your fault." I teased. Tiff snorted.
"Assuming we find them at all." She had a point. We came to a small open plaza with a large fountain in the center. I looked at it longingly. I've always wanted to play in a fountain like that before.
"Let's start by checking all the local venues." Tiffany's voice was businesslike She pulled me in the direction of our favorite pub/bar/music venue, The Drunk Irishman. Inside the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A DJ blasted Deadmau5 and teens and adults grinded on the dance floor. My head unconsciously bobbed to the beat.
"I know you know why we're here." Tiffany cornered the owner, Tom behind the bar. He squirmed under her intense glare.
"They aren't playing here! This DJ rented the venue out for the rest of the week." Tom wiped out a cup and put it away, avoiding Tiffany.
"Well, you must have some dirt. Where do you think they'll go?" She asked, her voice like honey. Tom shrugged. Snorting in frustration, Tiff stomped out. I muttered a weak thanks and apologized for her with my eyes.
"We could go to the Squeaky Beaver. They always have private shows." I suggested. I really wanted to see them. One man in particular.
Shannon Leto. He was mysterious. He was a protective older brother. He could make me laugh so hard, I cried. And he was hot. I remember the day that Tiffany showed me thousands of videos and pictures of him. She was probably only doing it so I wouldn't love Jared because he was hers. She succeeded.
It was another three hours of searching and walking until Tiff and I finally gave up. We collapsed at the fountain we saw earlier. I sat on the edge, swirling my fingers through the cold water. Tiffany was oddly silent, sitting next to me, on the ground. I glanced over to make sure she was okay and was shocked to see tears running down her cheeks.
"Tiff, cheer up! I had fun gallivanting around LA with you!" As I withdrew my hand from the fountain, I splashed Tiffany with water. She slowly turned to face me with a glare. My only thought was 'Oh shit.'
She took hold of my legs and flipped me into the fountain. I spluttered for a moment as I quickly pushed myself upright for air. I wasted no time in pulling Tiffany in as well. Soon we were splashing and playing in the fountain. Somehow through my laughter and the water, something caught my eye. A group of three guys, all decked out in black, walking towards us in the fountain. My first instinct was that they were dangerous until I saw their faces.
My heart stopped.
"Tiff." I deadpanned. She stopped splashing me and looked where I was staring. I heard her inhale sharply.
"You two look like you're having fun." They stopped directly in front of us. Jared Leto. Tomo Milicevic. And of course, Shannon Leto. We stared at them for a while before I finally plucked up enough courage to speak.
"Care to join us?"