A/N: Hello my lovelies! I have gotten some new story ideas and since I deleted Kim's New Life, I figured why not start it! This is an AU story, but I guess you might have guessed that from the summary:/. So without further ado, I present, THE FIRST CHAPTER! Lol I'm so random.

A deep groan came from under a pile of empty beer cans, pieces of half eaten food, and other articles of trash. A hand appeared out of the mess and with it came the body of a young male.

That male was 23 year old Jackson Brewer.

Using the coffee table that was littered with cigarettes and countless bottles of alcohol, he pulled himself up and slowly got to his feet. Jack carefully maneuvered his way through the clutter that was all over the living room of his penthouse. He trudged to the bathroom and opened it to find someone passed out in the bathtub. He didn't say anything.

Jack then closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. " .NOW." Jack's voice boomed and caused the walls around him to vibrate. The sleeping guest sprung up and faced the fuming brunette. After seeing the terrifying look that Jack had plastered on his face, the guest ran out of the bathroom and exited the penthouse.

Jack shook his head one more time and closed the door.

The busy street seemed almost calm with the sounds of people and vehicles going about their daily duties. The sounds of their cars were loud but it blended in with the setting, as it was heard everyday.

That familiar sound was taken over. Pedestrian's heads whirled around at the sound.

A black Lamborghini swung around the corner, picking up pace. It drove for a few more feet before it got swung into a corner, parked, a few inches away from the car in front of it.

There was not a person who's eyes were not fixed on the car. The door on the drivers side opened and out stepped its driver. Once again appeared Jack, but looking a lot more alive and confident than this morning. His slight hangover appeared to be gone as well. He had on jeans and a t-shirt, his leather jacket fitted his chest and shoulders, showing a few outlines of his fit body.(A/N: Kind of like Zac Efron from 17 Again :P)

Jack closed his door and locked the car. A young boy approached Jack, starting to speak. "Umm I don't think that you are allowed to park there." Jack just moved his left hand in a waving motion, signaling for the boy to leave him alone. In his right hand was Jack's iPhone which took hold of the attention that he should have been giving to the boy. He wasn't even trying to listening to the warning. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

He pushed his phone in his pocket and entered the building. As he entered he was greeting by a short female, holding a clipboard. "Mr. Brewer, I have been told to inform you that you are to report to the meeting room. They said it was urgent."

Jack threw his head back and groaned. "Fine. Whatever." He started to make his way to the destination he was told to go to. As he passed the reception desk he made eye contact with a cute winked and gave her the 'call me' sign. She rolled her eyes but blushed and looked down at the keyboard of her computer. Jack just smirked and kept walking.

He made it to the door of the meeting room and saw his bandmates/best friends as well as their band manager. Why would they all be in there? Jack fixed his most prized possession, his hair, and straightened his jacket before opening the door.

"Sup guys!" (A/N: I don't really know what greeting he should use :/) His friends didn't greet him and tackle him to the ground like they normally did. They didn't even crack a smile. They all just stood there and gazed at him, seriosness all over their faces.

"Um...ok..." Jack stayed in his present spot, confusion evident in his voice. His band manager, Rudy Gillespe, stared at him with a hardened look on his face. He then, without speaking, raised a finger and gestured for him to come to where they were.

Jack slowly made his way to the table, taking a seat between Jerry Martinez and Milton Krupnick. Rudy and Eddie Jones sat across from them.

The five males just sat in silence for a while before Jack spoke. "Okay, so why are we here? And why are you guys acting so different?" Everyone but Jack glanced at each other before Rudy decided to speak.

"We are kicking you out of the band." The bomb had been dropped. No easing into the news had been used. Just the old, ripping off the band-aid technique.

Jack jaw nearly hit the floor. He felt hurt, dissapointed, angry, the list went on and on. He felt so many different emotions that he didn't know what to feel or how to react. He just chose anger.

Jack sprung out of his seat."WHAT! HOW DARE YOU! YOU CAN'T TELL ME SHIT! RIGHT GUYS?!" He was still standing,arms crossed, and awaited his friend's backup. But it never came.

Instead of jumping up to defend the brunette, they just hung their heads and awkwardly shifted their feet. No one spoke a word. Jack's arms uncrossed and fell at his side. He asked them again, this time there wasn't anger only confusion. "Right guys?"

Once again silence fell upon the room. It seemed as if everybody held their breath. Jack didn't ask again, he got the message loud and clear. He just reached over to the table and grabbed his car keys.

Looking back on his so called friends one last time, he stormed out of the room, but not before flicking them off.

He trudged down the hall and stopped right in front of the elevator and impatiently pressed the down button. Jack was the only one in the hall and felt abandoned. Turning to a silver trashcan, he kicked it, releasing a tiny portion of his anger.

The elevator dinged and he stepped inside, ready to leave. Just as the elevators doors were an inch away from closing completely, a hand appeared and stopped them. This only made Jack irritated at the interruption.

His anger flared back up as he saw none other than Milton step threw. He pressed the button for the doors to close and leaned back.

Milton turned to Jack. "Look, I'm sorry about this whole thing. Believe me when I say that I never wanted this to happen, and you know that." Jack only response was, "Why?"

Milton frowned and replied,"What?"

Jack turned to face him. "Why? Why am I suddenly thrown to the curb after everything we have been through. I thought we were friends-"

"WE ARE! And you know that. It's just that the partying, drinking, coming in late and skipping practices became too much. We couldn't function as a band and it was overwhelming. And you didn't know when to stop. You let the rising fame go to your head."

The elevator doors opened and the lobby came into view. Jack turned to leave but not before saying one last thing. "Bye. Hope you feel better with me out of the way." Milton tried to reach out to his friend but Jack just scoffed and walked away.

He made his way outside onto the busy street, looking forward to hopping into his car and driving away from it all. But as he looked on, his car was nowhere to be found. Confused once again, he went to ask an employee.

"Dude, where's my car!" The employee didn't look at him and replied, "It's been towed. Here is the information to get it back." He handed Jack a card and waved him away. Jack ran his hand threw his hair and took a deep breath.

The boy from earlier walked up to the stressed brunette and smirked. "Told you not to park there." If looks could kill, the boy would dropped dead right there on the pavement. Fear showed in his eyes and he ran away from Jack.

Well this day can't get any worse.

A/N: Well there it is! Hope you all enjoyed it because I worked VERY hard on it.

Review if you want me to continue!

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