(A/N: My first Andy Six fanfic!So, yeah pretty simple storyline, should be easy to follow, and i have a co-writer on this one! :) she is paranorama-alchemy so there's that to much on, oh and i might not continue my other story, because like actual books, or authors sometimes do,its just not there anymore, so yeah sorry. but anyways hope you enjoy, r&r!)

What Lies Beneath: Chapter 1

Maria

The snow looked like the most interesting thing passing my window. "Maria, stop being a drama queen, you'll make friends!" John, my step-dad said. Thing is, I'm a freaking social outcast, no one wants to be friends with me, I'm a freak.

"The difference between you and me John is that I can't even imagine myself being a cheerleader." I grumbled. See, my "parents" were real estate agents. They move wherever their work takes them. We lived in Colorado for eighteen years, until my senior year.

But now, we moved to Ohio. The snowy and lonesome state, where no one wants to be friends with a freak like me. My hair was jet black, my eyes bright blue, and I had a nose ring. Mom hates it, but John tries to get me to warm up to him, just by getting me what I want.

His sigh brought me out of my revere and we pulled up to schmancy house. "Dammit! Can't we live in a normal house?" I cried getting out. It had roughly, two stories. It looked brand new and pissed me off. I liked vintage, old houses. I don't like new things, at all.

New houses, apartments, cars, etc, etc. I grumbled to myself and rummaged through the boxes in the already parked moving van. I felt eyes on my back. I turned to see a small looking girl with crazy hot pink hair and black and blonde mixed somewhere in her hair. She smiled charmingly and ran away, to catch up to a group in all black.

Literally, they all wore black, and had black hair. I sighed, and got a box and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Slipping off I took the room in the basement. It was bigger than my room in Denver, I'll give it that. I dropped the box and looked around. This would be my home, why not try and fix it up a little.

"Mom?" I called, coming upstairs. "Yes, sweetie?" she asked from the kitchen. "You think I could paint my room?" I asked. "Depends on which colors." she said warily. I smiled. "Just a stripe pattern of dark blue and black." "Like, big, thick stripes?" she questioned. I nodded. She shrugged. "I guess, but if your grades fall, we're painting it back to white." I groaned. "Sure, whatever." and walked away.

See, I wanted to become an actress. Just a dream I've clung to since I was fourteen. But my "parents" wanted me to become a doctor so they can mooch off of me. So, naturally, they wanted me to get good grades. Whatever made them happy in the end I guess.

I hopped up on the van, grabbed another box and dropped it in my room again. This pattern continued for an hour or so until I was sure that all my things were in my room. "Come on Maria! Were going paint shopping!" John called as I started filling my dresser. Sighing I went upstairs and fell in the back seat of his large hummer.

I missed my old jeep.

I stood there; looking at the two blues mom had told me to choose from. One was neon blue, and the other was a dark blue that still had a glow to it. "I like the neon." she kept saying. "It's not your room." I hissed at her finally. She glared at me and walked away, looking for red to her room.

The house we lived in, it didn't have a theme for it, overall. Mom had her room with John, I had mine, and the kitchen and living room had the same bland beige color. I sighed and leaned against the isle rack. "Having trouble choosing?" the girl from across the street asked. I looked up at her grinning. "Not really, just deciding whether I wanna please my mom or not." she giggled.

"Well, I suggest whatever pleases you." she said. I smiled at her. "Thanks, helps." I put the neon on a random rack. "I'm Jordan." she said, holding out her hand. I took it warmly. "Maria." "Well, Maria, you need blue and black right?" I nodded. "Hold on one sec." she said and pranced away.

I waited patiently. She came back with two large paint cans. "Here you go." I took them, they were perfect. The blue was the perfect shade. The black, well, it's black, and I loved it. "Thanks, a lot." I said, smiling. I walked over to John and mom, placing the cans in the cart.

"So, do I pay you, or who?" I asked her. She shook her head. "It's all on me, don't worry about it." I smiled, "thanks. Again." she grinned, "so are you going to Glen Este High?" I nodded. "unfortunately." she smiled. "Not really, me and a couple of my friends go there. You could chill with us, y'know, until we graduate."

I shrugged. It seemed kinda rude to me. She rolled her eyes. "Gimme your phone." I raised an eyebrow but obliged. She pressed a couple buttons, tapped the touch screen a couple times, and gave it back, "Take a picture." I nodded and she fluffed up her hair, I pressed the small camera icon, and took the picture.

"There, now you have me on your phone, call or text I don't really care." she smiled. I nodded. "Maria!" mom called. I groaned. "I'll text you. Later." I said. She nodded. "Later."

I walked up to mom. "Yes?" "Who was that?" she asked. "Jordan." I answered, getting defensive. Holy hell, I've only know her for a couple of minutes and I'm already getting defensive. She sighed and we finished paint shopping. I spent most of the time in the electronics section. Wal-Mart is amazing sometimes.

We decided to paint tomorrow after school, being that it's eight o' clock at night, and I was pretty much dead on my feet, I showered quickly and went to bed.

The next morning was rough, I got up slowly, combed through my hair, put in my nose ring, and got dressed in some gray skinny jeans and a black tank top, I pulled my back hoodie over my head, brushed my teeth and left, saying goodbye to John.

My Nike dunks were deciding to be bitches this morning and they kept slipping off my feet. I groaned, stopped five feet in front of the school, and pulled up my socks that were slipping, and tightened the laces.

I got up again, shouldered my bag and kept walking. The school was fairly large; I found my way to the office. "May I help you?" the lady asked, her tag read: Taylor Underwood.

Thinking nothing of it I replied with, "Um yeah, my parents registered me before we moved, I should have a schedule here under Maria Mendez." the lady smiled and looked through a filer before handing me a schedule and planner. "Welcome Ms. Mendez." I raised an eyebrow at the name. "Whatever makes this lady happy." I thought. I mumbled a small, "thanks." and left.

"Room 107." I mumbled to myself, wandering down a hallway. That was home room. A small hand slapped my shoulder. "Ow!" I hissed. Jordan looked mad, but not seriously, like it was a big joke. She pouted. "You didn't text Me." she tried to hide the giggle at the end. I laughed, "Sorry my phone got confiscated because I didn't sleep until ten." which was true.

She pouted. "You dumbass!" I laughed aloud. She snatched my schedule. "Dude, same classes as me! Oh, wait, spoke too soon, you have art with Andy. That'll be fun." she laughed. I rolled my eyes, whoever that was. I followed her to homeroom. It was Ms. Baughman. She looked, eh, like an I don't care teacher. I didn't pay attention half of the class, until I heard my name called.

I popped my head up. Jordan smiled mischievously. "Would you like to share a little bit with about yourself?" she asked. Why can't you just shoot me? "Do I have to stand?" I asked lazily. She smiled and shook her head. I thought for a bit, "im not very interesting, besides I like painting and theater."

The teacher nodded and went back to the board. Jordan sniggered and elbowed me. "look." she whispered, the teacher was writing a rap about me, onto the board. My eyes widened slowly, holy shit. I am not singing this. I wouldn't be able to save my life. "I should've just said no. huh?" I asked Jordan. She nodded.

I slammed my head on my desk. "Now, Kyle would you like to rap this?" she asked. I felt my face flush. "Hell yes!" he shouted, jumping up on a table, his friend was creating a beat box rhythm next to him. I shook with small laughter next to Jordan.

She was laughing so hard, I think she couldn't breathe. Great now, everyone knows me. The class was giggling and chuckling. I felt so embarrassed. My face was recovering when we walked out of class. "Trust me; she did that to everyone on the first day of the year." Jordan giggled. We headed to biology. "Mr. Click?" I asked. She nodded, "trust me, he's almost the same as Mrs. B." she laughed.

I sighed. "Awesome."

Lunch came quickly. And I really just wanted to sit at an empty table. But Jordan insisted on sitting with her friends. "Trust me, you'll be fine. They're awesome." I groaned, holding my small cup of tater tots, and followed her. "Hey guys. Mind if Maria munches with us?" she asked, sitting next to one with his hair combed over to the side.

I heard some small "no's" and I think three of them shrugged. A really tall boy pulled out the chair next to him. "Maria?" Jordan asked. I didn't realize I zoned out. "Hm?" I asked. I scratched the back of my neck at her disapproving look. "You didn't hear me did you?" I shook my head. "None whatsoever." the guy next me chuckled. She slammed her head on the table.

"okay, going through this AGAIN," I giggled, "Andy," she punched the one's next to me shoulder, "Ashley", she pointed to the one next to her, "Sandra", she pointed to the only girl besides us in the group, "Jake", he raised two fingers in a waving motion, "and Jinxx." he did the same.

I pointed to myself, "Maria." Andy smiled, suppressing a chuckle. Jordan smiled; I went back to the taters.

"Seriously? Those are fattening." Jordan teased. "As Fred says, Tater Hater!" I laughed. "I love Fred!" she crowed. I sniggered. "I kinda do, don't watch his video's much anymore." she grinned and started debating about something with Ashley. Jake, Jinxx, and Sandra were messing with either their phones or their back packs. But Andy, I felt his eyes on me, staring right through me like I wasn't there.

I shifted in my seat, uncomfterble.

I was walking through the hall, when something splashed my back, getting Jordan wet too. I was more than just a little pissed, and cold. A chick with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing almost all light blue and pink smiled coldly. I dropped my messenger bag and stormed straight over to her.

"What did I do, to deserve that?" I shouted. She glared. "You came here." I was so close to punching her, but Jordan grabbed my arm. "Not here." she hissed. So instead of doing that, I rammed her body into the lockers. I picked up my bag again and walked on to art.

I was hungry. And tired. I rested my head on my arms as the teacher went over the rules for the project. Something hard slammed into the back of my head. Instead of shouting like I normally would, I picked up the phone, and snapped the flip phone in half. Andy grabbed a half, and made a perfect trash can basket.

I high fived him and didn't even come close to making a basket with my half, if you count the teacher's ankle. The girl who threw the phone at me gaped. "Ms. Carter! They broke my phone." she complained. I chuckled; she didn't even have an argument.

"And why, pray tell, would she have your phone Jennifer?" she asked. "I don't know, I didn't have it in lunch, I assume she stole it." "That's a lie, in and of itself, the only time I even came close to her was when I rammed her in the-" Andy covered my mouth.

The teacher, folded her arms, "you rammed her into what Ms. Mendez?" I sighed in defeat, and slammed my head on the desk. "Detention?" I asked. She nodded and handed me a slip. "I will be telling your parents also Mr. Biersack." he sighed and nodded.

I felt guilty, more than guilty; I managed to get us both detentions. He slugged my shoulder. I think deserved it. He chuckled and rested his head on his arms, next to mine.

We walked into the library with Ashley, Jordan, Jinxx, Jake and Sandra. We all planted our stuff on the table and I started my homework. "Really dude?" Jordan asked. I nodded. "Either that or I get sent to military school." she winced and went back to her ipod.

I finished easily and early, and scrolled through my phone until I texted Jordan she smiled and saved my number. She whipped out the camera feature. I stuck out my tongue and held up a peace sign. She smiled and saved it. I giggled quietly and texted mom that I would be home late.

No reply, probably in a meeting. Then john texted me, "what did you do? I got call saying you got detention."

I replied: "nothing, some chick just got smart with me and threw her phone at me, hehe but I broke it. xP"

"Nice…not really, I'll talk to you when I get home." I winced. Talking either resulted in violence, or yelling. Jordan sighed. "30 minutes left." I slammed my head on the table; I'll have one hell of a headache when I get home.

(A/N: yeah on most of the teachers in here, i just guessed, so, yeah sorry if theyre not the right ones, but this story required Alot of research in less than the span of two hours, so im going to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra tonight, so can't update unless i stay up really late, which probably i will,...i dunno but anyways,tell me what you think, constructive criticism is allowed. :)