Hello and welcome to my first (english) fanfiction on this site!

English is "only" my second language. Please feel free to contact me privately about any mistakes I have made or improvements I could try out.

Have fun with my Story.

G.S.B.

Chapter 1: Shit-hole make-over

"Okay. Listen up, mates!" MJ started, after she climbed the first few steps of the not overly trusty looking stair to face the rest of the "crew". "I'm MJ and will be the coordinator for the set-up for the fucking cool-ass show tonight." They were a group of around 8 people. Some of them locals from Arcadia Bay she thought she had seen one time or the other around town and some of them she had no shit-clue from where they had crawled out from. Never the less, her job, her crew. And let her be damned if she did not do everything she could to make sure she did her job right.

"We need 3-4 people to set up the stage. The equipment is outside on the red truck. The left-overs will help me with setting up the rest of this shit-hole for tonight. Stage Crew? Go with Ami. The rest will come to me!" she shouted over the light noise those piss-heads created. Soon, the crowd thinned out a little bit. Ami, a burly-ass man in his late thirties, had gotten most of the stronger looking boys and girls to heft up the heavy speakers and other equipment that was needed for the show of "Firewalk" later in the evening. A few lingered behind, probably not really sure what they had to expect from the girly with the black-framed Nerd-glasses. MJ did not care. She often got weird looks whenever she acted around in a setting most people would not associate with "someone like her". She climbed down the steps she had used before to gain the attention of the others. Now, her smaller frame of around 5.3ft made her need to look up to speak with the rest.

"We need to set up the bar for tonight. I brought the drinks with me. You and you" she pointed at a sour-looking man with an undercut, a few piercings and a lot of tattoos on his neck and his dumber-than-dumb looking friend "will come out with me to get everything we need. The rest can just get started to decorate this shit-hole. I have a few things in here. Treat yourself!" She kicked lightly against a large cardboard box filled with different utensils. She gave a light wave to the two men she had chosen to indicate that they should follow her outside.

She went in front of them, holding open the door as two guys carried in a large speaker. Then, she went outside to her trusted ol' rusty blue pick-up truck. "Here, gents, old Camilla looks over her treasure" she said as she went to her truck and opened the ramp. "Careful. She can bite" she joked as the dumb-looking one took the first large cooler full of drinks. "Care to explain why we should take commands from a little girly like you?" the aggressive looking man asked from behind her, his arms crossed before his chest. A smirk pulled at her cherry-red lips. "What's ya name, Sweety?" she asked him with a sweet voice. A scowl formed on his lips. "Sheldon. Now answer the question!" MJ was well acquainted with people like him. Thinking they were overly masculine, mostly douche bags with a knack to become angry real fast. "Ah, Shelly! Don't you worry your pretty little head about it! I just so happened to get hired by that Merrick guy to set up the stage and this beautiful shit-hole for tonight. I was told I would get help. You are here. So…?" She looked at him with her best "darling-face" and it must have worked because he uncrossed his arms and mumbled something about "little girls with their pretty faces" and took the other crater in his arms. "Where?" he asked and she smiled warmly at him which seemed to weird him out even more. She swore he blushed a little. "Thank you, Sweety! Bring it up to the bar. We'll figure something out when we have unloaded the rest."

A few hours later and everything had been done. The band came a little bit early for the sound check so they actually had time left for setting up the bar and rooms with more tables and stools. Some of the crew gathered around for a beer after their work. "Yo, Shelly!" MJ shouted from the other side where she tried to set up a ladder near the stairs. "Care to help me for a moment?" The always sour-looking man sneered but trotted over to her. "What is it, girl?" Great, she had neither got him to say her name nor to react to the nickname she had given him. "Care to hold the ladder while I climb up there?" she asked and pointed to the edge of the floor of the second floor. There was a stuffed deer head up there and she just had the perfect idea to make it even more eerie. He nodded and held the wonky ladder for her in place to get up there. Hell, she was really happy she stuck to Jeans. Bet he isn't though… she thought to herself. "Okay…" she murmured to herself lowly as she lifted the head to replace the glass eyes with lamps. She made a little light-check and reattached it to the wall. Then, she climbed down again. "Thanks, Sweety!" she addressed Sheldon and pressed a little kiss to his cheek to fluster him up after she had checked out the vibe the deer head gave off now. "Whatthefuckever!" he murmured. But she saw that light coloring on his face again and smiled, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Kiddo! Stop flirting with men that are way too old for you!"

Her head whipped around at the voice and she saw Frank Bowers standing in the door, looking pissed off like usual. "Hey, Francis! What's up, big man?" she greeted him as she walked up to him and gave him a light hug, completely ignoring the annoyed huff that came out of his mouth. He gave her a short look-over. "Pastel pink?" he asked as he saw the color she had dyed the tips and some strands of her hair with. Whenever he seemed to see MJ she always had another color mixed in with her naturally blond hair. But one thing never changed: she always wore her big black-framed Nerd-glasses. Hell, she definitely could pull it off with her cherry-red lipstick and pretty face.

"Ya' never know what color will come next!" she answered and shrugged her shoulders. "Thanks for suggesting me to this Merrick-fella! I really needed that money to upgrade on some of my artsy tools."

"No problem, kid. It doesn't look too bad in here."

"Sheesh! Way to swoon a lady, Frank!" she laughed as she went around him to get outside. "See you later, big man!" Frank sure as hell saw a sour-looking man check out her ass when she left the old mill. And he was not amused. Hell, if her brother hadn't been a friend of him during his school time, he wouldn't even care and maybe even have a look himself. While she was undeniably pretty, she did not quite fit in with the rest of the people he associated with. She was rather petit, overly bubbly and friendly with a smile always gracing her features. She looked under-age, probably because she always dressed the way she was and was tiny compared to most people, even though she was in her early twenties, around 6 years his junior. And she was the only one getting away with calling him Francis….