Hi! I'm back with my SECOND fanfic. I've been working on this one for a while, so I have many of the chapters down already. But if you guys have any requests at all feel free to message me. For anyone who wants to know about me writing the epilogue to Kidnapped, my first fanfic, I plan on doing it sometime later in July or early August. Pretty please review and tell me if you like the story (or if you hate it.) Any constructive criticism is also welcomed. :)

-RavenclawStarkid13

Disclaimer: I do not own Starkid. I have never even met any of the Starkids. These are not how they act in real life, but fictionalized versions of the Starkids.

I walked down the streets of Chicago, a Redvine hanging from my mouth. I was about to turn the corner, when I saw something strangely familiar. There was a figure sitting in the coffee shop across the street, wearing a baseball cap, flipping a magazine and sipping a cup of coffee. He looked familiar, but I couldn't see his face. Where had a seen that hat before? No, it couldn't be. I crossed the street, shifting my Stanford bag up onto my shoulder. I push open the coffee shop door and walk inside. Going up to the counter I order a small Mocha, completely forgetting how I hate coffee. I paid and stood, waiting for my drink. The girl at the counter handed it to me a few minutes later and I sat down behind the young man. I just couldn't place where I knew him from. Why wouldn't he just look up? Right as I put the cup up to my lips, the man turned around and looked at me. I sprayed the coffee everywhere and fell out of my chair. Standing in front of me was Joe Walker. I heard him laugh. He walked over to the counter and grabbed some napkins.

"You know who I am, I'm guessing," he said with a laugh.

"That and I just drank coffee. I hate coffee." I blush furiously and wipe up the last bit of coffee.

"Let me help you with that," Joe said, grabbing the soggy napkins out of my hands and tossing them in the trash. He pulled up a chair, and sat down next to me.

"Wait...you're Joe Walker."

"I thought you'd already figured that one out," he said with a laugh.

"Yea...well I'd better be going," I told him shyly as I stood up.

"What? You don't want to chat for a bit?" He winked at me, pushing me back into the seat.

"Um, ok."

"So you don't want to chat?" Joe said slyly.

"Of course I do," I said, "You're a freaking Starkid."

"That I am," he said grinning.

"So, where are you from?" He asked.

"Arizona. But I just finished up college at Stanford in California." I tell him.

"Really? That's great. Then why are you here?"

"I told my parents I wanted to visit a few places before I go home. The first one was here."

"Why?" Joe asked, but I could see in his face that he already knew the answer.

"There's a lot of stuff to see I guess," I watched the grin leave his face, "and of course because STARKID IS HERE!"

"Well duh," Joe said laughing, "So, you were hoping you'd run into one of us?"

"Uh...yeah?" I said blushing, "But not like this." I laughed.

We talked for the next half hour, and then Joe said he had better get going. He pulled a pen and paper out of the backpack he had with him, scribbled something onto it, and handed it to me. Glancing at the paper I looked up at him.

"You're giving me your address? You're seriously about to give a random fan your address? That's a bit dangerous."

"Sure. You're going to be here all week. The others won't mind. It is my house too."

"Starkid Manor?"

"Course."

"Lauren should be over there right now."

"Lauren Lopez?"

"Yep. Wanna go meet her?" Joe winked.

"You're joking," I replied, even though I knew he was not. "I need to go check into my hotel first."

"Fine. Just come when you're done."

"Don't you have anything better to do then invite strangers to your friends houses?"

"Not really," he replied with a laugh, "See ya."

Joe got up, pushed open the coffee shop door, and began to make his way down the street. I followed suit, and got onto a bus.

After unpacking in the hotel room, I went down to the lobby and bought a Snickers from the hotel store. I tucked it into my jacket, smiling. Pulling the address out of my pocket I punched it into my phone. It was only two blocks away. I decided to walk. I slowly made my way through the streets of Chicago. After about ten minutes I reached a large mansion. I didn't pay much attention to what it looked like as I got out of the car. Walking up to the door, I rang the doorbell and waited. About thirty seconds later Joe opened the door.

"Hi. Laurens here, but none of the others are. Come in," he said politely, stepping back, "Wait, you never told me your name."

"Oh," I said blushing slightly, "Paige Middleton."

"Paige...I like it," Joe said with a grin, pulling me inside. There was a large couch and a tv, and I could see a fridge in the other room. It looked little old, and foreboding.

"This IS like Sherlock Holmes," I say softly.

"Where did you hear that?" Joe asked curiously.

"Alex Carpenter. On YouTube."

"Oh, yeah it is."

Joe pauses.

"Hey, Lauren," Joe called up the stairway, "A fan has arrived."

"Another one?" I heard a familiar voice say, "Joe, will you please stop bringing random fans here."

"This one's a sweetheart, I had to have you meet her." I blushed.

"Coming!" I see Lauren Lopez bounding down the steps. She runs up to me, and gives me a big hug.

I shyly pull away. "Hi."

"You're being so calm. Usually fans freak." She laughs.

"She's just being like that because she's already met the greatest Starkid ever...Joe Walker," Joe says bowing.

Reaching into my jacket pocket I pull out the snickers. "Don't make me snicker."

I grin at their reactions. Lauren doubles over laughing, and Joe pauses confused, and then says, "Snickers," in his Voldemort accent.

We all laugh. "How did you have a Snickers in your pocket?" Lauren asked.

"I picked it up at the hotel, just in case," I grin slyly and open up the bar. "Want some?"

I give them each a piece, and then the three of us sit down on the couch, chatting.

"Lauren?" I ask.

"Yea?"

"Don't mind me asking, but what were you doing upstairs by yourself?"

"Planning my next trip to Pigfarts of course, what else?" She laughs. "I was just lounging, waiting for a Starkid to show up."

"Lauren has no life other than Starkid," Joe said with a malicious grin.

"I do too," Lauren shrieks, picking up one of the couch pillows and throwing it at Joe. The next ten minutes turn into a brutal pillow fight. We plop back down on the couch only after almost breaking a lamp.

"So," Lauren says, out of breath, "How did you two meet?"

We explain, and she laughs. "No wonder you were so relaxed when you met me."

"So, Paige," Joe starts, "when did you "discover" us?"

"Last year, when you guys did AVPSY. I heard about it on Facebook, so I looked you guys up...and fell in love."

Both Joe and Lauren laugh. "We usually have that effect on people," Joe retorts with a grin.

Lauren smiles.

An awkward silence falls over us. I glance between the two Starkids, letting the things that had happened in the past 2 hours sink in. Suddenly, Joe's phone rings, and he picks up.

"Hi Nick," he says, then frowns, "We're with a fan, can it wait?" He pauses. "Fine." Hanging up he glances up at Lauren. "We forgot about practice."

"Damn," she curses, and then looks at me, "Sorry, we totally forgot practice."

"That's ok," I say standing up, "I'd better get going."

"We'll walk you," Joe speaks up, "Your hotels near the theater. Come on Lo."

I smile and follow them out the door. We start to make our way down the street.

"I know who you guys are going to play in Twisted," I say shortly, just as we were turning the corner.

"Are you sure about that," Joe says, amused.

"Absolutely positive."

"Tell me."

"Lauren will be the Sultan. You will be Jafar, but since Joeys not going to be in it then you could be Aladdin. Jeff Blim could be either too. Meredith will be Jasmine, but I can see Jaime doing it as well. And Dylan will be the genie. Robert Manion will probably play one of the puppets: Aladdin's monkey, or Jafar's bird. And that's really all the characters that I know of in Aladdin."

Both Lauren and Joe look at each other and laugh.

"So..."

"Can't tell you even if we wanted too," Lauren tells me.

"Nick made us swear to secrecy." Joe pipes in.

"Please Walker?" I say with puppy dog eyes.

"No."

"Fine."

We near the hotel and Walker pulls out his phone. He hands it to me. "Put your number in."

"What? Really?" He shrugs so I type in my number and hand him the phone.

When we reach the hotel I hug them goodbye and walk in. I take a cookie off the front desk and walk into the elevator. Taking a bite of the cookie, I glance at my watch. Its 4:30. I push the door of my room open and step inside. Plopping down on the bed, I flip on the television. I leave it on The Little Mermaid (which happened to be on) and lay down. I was exhausted.