Ok, I'm not even sure if people are reading. BUUUUUUUUT, because I'm me, I have to go and make a fanfic for my own amusement. Am I sad or what? Anyway, I guess I'll stop boring you and let you read one of my interesting stories.(Or not...)

-TheQueenOfPickles

I tapped along with the beat coming from the small earbuds. It was so boring on a plane. It didn't matter if it was a private jet with a huge entertainment center. Life was just simply boring. I glanced out the window once. All I saw was blue and clouds. Well, it was better than seeing several fan planes with huge banners saying "I LOVE YOU AUTUMN." That guy was just so frikin crazy. I shuddered and turned away from the window, turning my attention to the loving friend sitting in a seat across from me.

I pulled the buds out, which I now realized were loud enough to hear noise about three feet away. Janessa raised an eyebrow as a I stubbornly tried to wind the headphones around the pink iPod. I growled in frustration before finally screaming. "DAMN GOOD FOR NOTHING IPOD!"

Suddenly the screen went completely black, not its usually sleeping blue screen. "Oh gosh. I am so sorry Jill. Oh no I didn't mean it! It wasn't your fault! It was the headphone's fault! Jill!" I started screaming at my lifeless iPod while Nessa rolled her eyes and went back to the book she was reading.

"What?" I whined at her.

"You're weird," she sighed, giggling slightly. I glared at her.

"Why am I weird?" I demanded.

"Youre screaming at your iPod."

"Her name is JILL!J-I-L-L."

She blinked and giggled again. "And you name your stuff."

I glared at her, causing her to set down her book and glare at me. Soon we were having a serious staring contest. I ddin't even feel the need to blink, strong stagelights and constant daydreaming finally paying off. Unfortunately for Nessa, she always wore sunglasses on stage and didn't daydream at all. Her green eyes began to twitch.

"Give up now!" I yelled at her, still not blinking my own blue eyes.

She smiled before saying, "Never!" She never went down without a fight. Her eyes twitched violently before finally snapping closed. I punched my fist in the air, ignoring her painfull cries of how much her eyes hurt. I danced around the jet, chanting, "I won~ I won~ I won~"

She glared at me. "I hate you."

I made fake tears form in my eyes. "Awww! I love you too, Nessa!"

She laughed and got out of her seat, going over to the little snack bar. She walked back over with a root beer, slurping it loudly. I rolled my eyes and tossed my chin-length bangs out of my face.

Though I loved my freaky long hair, it was very annoying. When I had gone on stage the first few times, people started saying how my hair looked like Hannah Montana's. That's when I got furious and grew out my bangs longer, and crimped my hair once a month. So now the blondeness fell to my butt and was always slightly curled. Result of having three years of your hair crimped and not having it done in a while.

I went back over to my seat, grabbing the bottle of root beer from the figure in front of me. "Hey!" she shouted while I took a whole bunch. "Go get your own!" she ripped the bottle from my hand.

I shrugged. "I'm lazy. Sue me." I attempted to grab the bottle again, but she took it out of my reach.

"I will!" she huffed. I gave up on the bottle and got up, going to get a pop myself. I wasn't the biggest fan of root beer. More like Pepsi. But, sadly, my evil best friend had stocked it full of the stupid caffeine free drinks. I pouted, trying to look for my blessed drink.

"Janessa." I said in a slow, serious way. I could almost see her freezing in her seat. She knew that whenever I used this voice, something was going to happen. Something very bad. My head turned slowly towards her, before in a tight smile. "Where is all the pepsi?" I asked eerily calm. If you knew me, a voice like that meant a, I'm-going-to-skin-you-alive voice.

Janessa's eyes widened with fear as she slowly went behind her seat, as if I were a tiger. She made no sudden movements, and the tight, almost insane, smile stayed on my face as I examined my victim. Her thin lips were quiverring, and the dark brown hair looked sweaty. "Um, well, you know how you get with caffeine, and, uh, uhm, I sorta... got rid of-"

Before she could finish I leaped on her, about to claw into her face when she sputtered out, "THERE'S ONE IN COOLER! JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" she gaurded her face, waiting for the impact. I simply got off of her and walked over to the cooler. "Thanks Nessa," I said cheerfully, already opening the pepsi.

She blinked a few times, looking around in awe. "Am I in heaven?" She asked girlyish. Then her eyes landed on me. I grinned evily. "Darn..." she muttered, getting off the ground. I noticed her clothes for the first time.

"I like that outfit..." I muttered. She was wearing a gold sequinned tanktop, which kind of made her little bit of cleavage look bigger. Her silver belt hung loose over the black mini skirt, the sliver leggings under it matching. To be honest, it looked a little better that the dark, slightly ripped skinnies with the black and purple tank top I wore. I fiddled with the silver chains that draped dramatically on my right leg, but bunched up tightly in the rest of the belt loops.

When she blushed, I noticed a look in her eyes. I grinned again. "Oooooh, someone's in loooooooove." I sang, causing her to stare at her heels. I rushed over to her, abandoning the pepsi on the counter. I shook her violently, trying to strangle the answer out of her. "Who is it! Who is it!"

She blushed even more. "T-tyler." she murmered, me barely hearing her.

My eyes widened and I jumped up and down. The small amount of caffeine already starting to go through my blood. "EEEEEEEP! Well, what are you waiting for? You got all dressed up and EVERYTHING! He's right in the next plane room thingy, go talk to him!" I started shoving her towards the small door that led to the next section of the jet. Tyler was one of the gaurd trainees. He was learning from Frank, who was our best bodygaurds. I shoved her in, silently proud of myself, then turned around. I was going to finish that pepsi. I hummed happily, skipping over to the counter.

"La la la la la la l-" I stopped dead when I noticed the tiny difference. The counter was empty. My eyes widened, sweeping around the room for my pepsi. I suddenly noticed one of the maids carrying a small tray with all the garbage. In the center was a bottle full of the liquid I desired. My mouth watered for a moment before I ran, screaming at the maid. "Wait! Stop!"

The maid turned and her eyes widened, noticing her employer. She instantly stiffened. "Miss Natashie! One moment let me discard this." Before I could grab the bottle, it all slunk ito the garbage shoot, going who knows where. I froze instantly, my whole body stiff. "Now what do you want, Miss Natashie? Miss Natashie?"
"No..." I whispered, right before I fainted.

oOo

My eyes opened slowly, wandering where I was. I suddenly recognized the face above me, poking my cheek. Her shoulder length hair brushed my face and I shot up, sputtering out nothing.

I glared at her while she smiled, looking smug. "Yay. You're awake." I looked around. We were in the hotel room, Our stuff by the door. I sighed and settled back into the pricy couch. I didn't like the fact of the really big rooms, but Japanese people were so much nicer and had nice places to stay. Japan was the last place in our tour.

I yawned and rested my eyes on the window. Japan was so...weird, in a way. It was beautifull, odd, and yet somehow creul. I wouldn't mind staying here for awhile. I knew the language, considering I had a half Japanese grandmother. But then again I knew a lot of languages, and had a lot of nationalities mixed in my blood. A little German, Norweigon, Native American, French, British...

I smiled slyly and turned to Janessa. She paled, backing away. "Oh no. Leave me out of crazy Autumn plans." Her hands were in front of her as she ran into the wall.

I laughed. "Take it easy Nessa. It's not a scheme or anything...maybe." I gave her a shy smile, hoping she would go for my plan. "I was just thinking...maybe we should stay here after the concerts..."

She smacked her head into the wall. "Ugh. And now you're going to inform me of your crazy plan of how to slip under everyone's noses and blend in." And so I did.

I grinned manically as I went to go get my hair died. Step one, change up appearance. Janessa followed close behind, grumbling about how this was stupid. I ignored her and continued to cackle to myself.

I sat in the chair and demanded assistance. Instantly one of the stylists came over, asking how I wanted it.

"You are to put three pink one inch strands of hair in the right side, put in bleach blonde highlights, dark brown lowlights, and cut my hair two inches," I informed her, smiling. She raised an eyebrow at my demand, but I just pointed to Nessa. "And my friend over there will have her hair cut to below her chin, have it curled, and put in some blue somewhere. It'll lighten up her gloomy expression."

I got an icy stare from my friend but ignored it, waiting for my hair to be done. I started thinking, then got to wondering how I got to the high position I was in today. I guess it started with my parents' death. The fire that only I had survived. I was over it, really. Reporters would ask occasionally if I missed them, but they always got the same answer.

"Of course I miss them, but I've learned to accept the fact that they've gone to a better place and are watching over me, proud of what I've accomplished."

Once they died, I had been devestated, but quickly recovered. I started to plunge myself into plays, commercial auditions, anything that involved me pretending I was someone I wasn't. Acting was a special gift, and my parents' death had made me want to act even more. By the age of twelve I had already starred in two movies, having a pretty good career. But at thirteen, in my third movie, I had been asked to sing at one part. That's when the scouts poured in.

Several asked for contracts, but I refused. Most of them only wanted me, not my shy best friend since forever who played the guitar. Finally my agent found the perfect record deal, that would accept both of us and provide us with a bass and a drummer. We had taken it, and that's when our fame skyrocketed.

Now, three years later, 'Fallen Star' was one of the most popular bands. Making it hard to go and try to take a break and be normal. Well, at least we weren't as popular in Japan. The main reason we were coming here on tour was to see how many people we could rope up.

Suddenly I felt warm hair drop to my back. I stared in the mirror, already liking my apearance. The hot pink streaks stood out well against the now contrasting blonde hair. Where the blonde ended, brown began. It made me grin, but I noticed something was misssing.

"Crimp it." I stated, waiting for her to go to work. I saw Janessa come up behind me in the mirror, admiring my new hair. I sighed when the woman gave me a confused look. "Crimp it?" I switched to Japanese, catching the fact that I had been speaking American.

"Ohhh. Yes, of course."

That had taken a half an hour.

I was admiring my freshly crimped and colored hair. "I love it. Your hair looks cute too!" I said, turning to look at my friend.

Nessa sighed, playing with the dark blue strand in her bangs. They were spread all out over her shorter hair. "Yeah, but I don't understand why you only had to chop off two inches."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "BECAUSE, I need long hair. My round face looks funny with short hair. You look so much better with shorter hair."

She growled and continued to play with the hair. "Ok, what's the next part?"

I giggled. "NEW NAMES!" I screamed at her.

Her eyes widened before her lip came out. "B-but I like my name! Oh Auti, don't make me change my name!"

I laughed. "It's ok, Nessa. Just our last name." Janessa sighed with relief, making me laugh again. "So...How bout Honey?"

All I got was a grimace. "Okayyyy...how about Hontou?"

A pause. "You know that means destruction, right?"

"Yup!"

A sigh. "Janessa Hontou... Autumn Hontou..."

"Well, it's settled then. We are officially getting a house here."

Janessa sweat dropped. "And what do we tell our fans?"

"Oh, well I got Frank to take care of that. He said that he would tell everyone we were on vacation. Something about flying around the world, going on cruises, off to unknown islands, all that crap. So, we're settled. No search teams for us!"

Nessa laughed then hugged me. "Cuzzie, I think I like it here."

I patted her head in a grownupy fashion. "Me too, Nessa-chan. Me too.

Ok, well, I will tell you I don't CARE if you're reading or not! If I don't type little people eat at my brain... And I really don't want my brain eaten away by people that faintly remind me of leprechouns... I have no idea where this story will go...I just had to type it... Oh hey look what I did with that line up there/\

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