Author's Note: Hey guys! If you've read my Rev!KevEdd story, Swoop In, then you know me, Ari! Now I'm here to try a Rev!Edd and regular Kevin story, along with some Nave and Jim x Plank. A story by JuneSummers really got me into Jim x Plank and Nave, so those pairings will be based off of her story The Prestigious and Highly Efficient Academy of Alter Waters (or however that long ass title goes). Anyway, I'm going for a rock n roll story here with drugs, violence, and seeeeeeeexxxx. Lots of yaoi sex to come. I'm not too good at yaoi sex, but I'm getting better. Alright, that's enough yapping from me. Move on to Chapter 1. (Btw only the Eds, Rolf, and Jimmy are Rev! The rest of the characters are regular. Also, Ed and Sarah aren't related.)

Chapter 1
"Hello NYC!" Edd screamed into the microphone. "Are you ready to rock?"

"Alright Edd cut it out," Sarah said through the speaker in the recording booth. "Less hot-dogging, more playback."

Edd Vincent couldn't help himself. His band, Sucker For Sore Eyes, was recording its demo for the bigwig himself, the president, Jimmy Christenson. It seemed like only yesterday they were playing Warehouse Twenty-Four, a club on Fifth and Hibiscous. Well, actually it was. Lady Luck had been smiling down on them when Sarah Jaud, the executive producer at Dolly Records, walked in on their set at the only teen club in Peach Creek. Edd still couldn't believe that a huge music exec was down in tiny Peach Creek.

He stared through the booth window at their rival band, Don't Turn Around. They'd both headlined last night at the Warehouse and had both gotten the call from Dolly Records to be in the recording studio, although neither knew of the other until they walked in that morning. Kevin met his gaze through the window, and rolled his eyes. Edd returned the favor; he really hated that prick.

"Hey idiot!" Rave hissed at him. "You missed your fucking cue!"

"Let's try this again," Sarah said, sighing. "From the top, and Edd, try and pay attention." Then she grumbled something about not getting paid enough to deal with this.

Edd sneered at their singer. James "Rave" Cute had a great vocals. A great mix of melodic and hardcore, like the lead singer of AFI or The Used. However, he was a total asshole, didn't take shit, and rarely uttered a sentence without a cuss word. That's how you know you were born to be a rock star. He hated to be called James, and had purplish-brown hair and pale skin. His dark brown eyes were like black holes, which made ladies fall all over him. He never returned the attention though, because he's completely gay.

Edd himself was long, lean, and tan from swimming, and also often got attention from the ladies. Being a bass player and manager of Sucker For Sore Eyes helped. He'd been with tons of women, but he never really liked any of them. He just liked to fuck. Another thing that made him popular with girls and gay boys alike was his pale skin, icy blue eyes, and soft black hair. He wasn't one of those emo faggots though. Sadly, he looked like that naturally. If he'd had it his way, he'd look more masculine.

Jim, his twin brother, was a tiny nerd. The two, being fraternal twins, weren't identical by any means. Jim was a foot shorter than Edd, and was often mistaken for a twelve-year-old, despite being eighteen. He didn't let it get him down, though. He had boundless confidence and optimism. Still, he was a badass lead guitarist, even if the guitar was about as big as him. When he was ripping a guitar solo, he seemed to grow twice his size. The pale, green-haired, blue-eyed boy was a monster onstage. Like Rave, he was gay too. It didn't really matter to Edd, though.

Eddy Karlsen, one of Edd's best friends and rhythm guitarist for the band, was one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet. He was extremely helpful, and never talked back. Sometimes Edd found his kindness pretty nauseating, but he wouldn't say that to the guy. He had brown hair that stuck out all over the place, and had always been really short. However, when puberty hit, he became as tall as Kevin.

Ed Hill was Edd's other best friend. Ed and Edd were the two smartest kids in school, but of the two, Ed was the only one who looked it. He had cropped red hair, thick glasses, and lots of acne. He wasn't teased for looking like a nerd though, because he was really tall and could really bash the drums. He was basically a really nerdy brick wall.

On the other side of the glass, Kevin was watching the losers record their demo. He couldn't believe they were on the same boat as Don't Turn Around, a band with REAL talent. SFSE are just a band of hacks, especially that pretty boy asswipe Edd Vincent. He scoffed, Edd Vincent, he'd always been at odds with that little shit. They were both the star athletes at Peach Creek High. That is, until now, because all ten of the boys had dropped out once they got the call from Dolly Records. After all, who needs school when you're with one of the best rock labels in the country and are assured a place in history.

Kevin Barr, DTA's rhythm guitarist and band manager, leaned back in his chair, his muscles rippling. They were all in the same boat, really. All chasing the rock n roll dream. So why be at each other's throats? Simple: There's only one place at the top. He moved his ginger hair from his eyes, the green irises shining at the thought of sweet fame. He was gonna get there, no matter how much he had to shove Edd back to get there.

Nat, on the other hand, was preoccupied with making doe eyes at a certain rival lead singer. Nathan "Nat" Goldberg was pretty smart. Not Edd or Ed smart, but smart enough. So why was he crushing so hard on such a bitter thing like Rave? Well, he didn't know. Maybe his heart was stupid. Still, there's was something about that boy. Even when he was insulting Nat and telling him to fuck off. They always say everyone wants what they can't have. Still, the tan, teal-haired, golden-eyed, heartthrob couldn't help himself. He could have anyone, but he didn't want anyone but Rave.

Nazz had just arrived, yawning and holding a coffee.

"You're late," Sarah grumbled. "If you'd been any later, I'd be telling Don't Turn Around to find themselves a new singer."

Nazz flushed, and rubbed the back of her neck. "I'm so sorry. I slept in. Ms. Jaud, I promise it won't happen again."

"Better not," Sarah said, never even turning around.

Nazz sat down next to Kevin. The girl was a bit dense, to say the least, but had the voice of an angel. She had blond hair, which she always had in a pixie cut, but lately had decided to shave half her head. It threw everyone off, definitely. She'd been a cheerleader, and cheerleaders usually don't shave half their head or front a punk band. Or have gauges; definitely not a cheerleader thing.

Rolf had been in America since he was a kid, and still had no idea what the hell he was doing in this country. Although, discovering rock had made it a bit more tolerable. His parents had him sent to America because he was too scrawny to be a farmer, and was basically of no use to the family. Basically, due to this rejection, Rolf dyed his hair blue and became an angsty, foreign, emo boy living with his Nana. Fangirl material, for sure.

Rounding out DTA was Demetrius "Plank" Grove. He's probably the most stoic, expressionless guy you could ever meet, until he gets on a drum kit, and then he becomes a monster. When his brother Johnny died two years prior, he'd taken up music and it proved to be an escape for him. Plank used to be a pretty talkative guy, but after Johnny's accident, he completely closed himself off.

Sucker For Sore Eyes finished up their demo, Rave on his impossibly high note (which gave Nat a raging boner) and Jim on a hardcore pick slide, and then the rest of the band erupted on an abrupt final note. If you looked punk rock up in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of the band. Both bands were punk, but SFSE was definitely the harder of the two. DTA had a lighter sound, probably because they're female fronted and Nazz has such a sweet voice.

One-by-one, the members of SFSE filed out of the booth, DTA simultaneously standing up from the couch. Edd and Kevin passed by each other, staring each other down.

"Good luck in there," Edd said snidely. "You're gonna need it to follow us."

"I'm gonna make you eat that hat, asshole," Kevin retorted.

Edd scoffed, adjusting the beanie on his head. He didn't know why he still wore it. The accident had been years ago. The scar was so gnarly, though; he was ashamed of it. Therefore, only his best friends and bandmates had ever seen him without it, and even then it was seldom.

Nat slapped Rave's ass, causing the taller, violet-haired actor to round on him.

"Keep your filthy hands to yourself, asshole!" Rave screamed in his face. "I don't know where the hell you've been!"

"I know where I wanna be," Nat said, stepping closer to the fuming boy.

Rave sneered, and shoved past him. It was always the same with that boy. Nat always forced himself on him. In the beginning, it had been a bit flattering, Rave had to admit, but now it was just a chore having to push him back all the time. And he knew Nat wouldn't leave him alone until he got his way, which was why he had to steer clear of the teal-haired idiot.

Don't Turn Around entered the booth, getting into position. Kevin peered through the window at Edd, who was glaring at him. He decided to mock the ravenette, blowing a kiss in his direction, and smirking at Edd's disgusted reaction. The exact same thing was going on feet away with Nat, who was winking at Rave and recieving a glare.

DTA blew through their demo, ending on a drum interlude. The recording session was done, and the bands were ready to go their seperate ways.

Both bands, wary of each other, filed out into the hallway. Kevin looked around, noting the flyer on the bulletin board that announced that some bands would be chosen for a tour that summer. He wondered if DTA would be chosen for touring, but he figured they wouldn't due to being so new.

Suddenly, the redhead felt a shove, and he caught himself before he could hit the floor. He rounded on the instigator, trying to make himself look bigger but was ultimately dwarfed by long and lean Edd.

"Fucking watch it!" Kevin snarled.

"You watch it," Edd said coolly. "You're the one who got in my way, after all."

Kevin was seeing red. "You pushed me, asshole!"

"I did no such thing," the swimmer feigned innocence.

"Fuck you!" Kevin yelled as he tackled Edd.

The two fell to the floor, Kevin's knee pinning Edd down by his sternum. The redhead sent a flurry of punches at Edd, the latter managing to dodge most and swing his legs up to pull Kevin off of him and throw him to the floor. He straddled the redhead's hips, and lifted his arm to punch, but was stopped by a firm hand. He looked up to see Plank, who didn't even looked phased. Blowing a piece of hair out of his face, the ravenette lifted himself off of Kevin. Nazz helped the redhead up, then dragged him away so he wouldn't go after Edd again.

Further down the hall, Sarah and Mr. President himself, Jimmy, were watching the two rival groups.

"They're out of control," Sarah said. "They've been at each other's throats since they walked in here. The Greats quit this morning after they got in the middle of a fight between Kevin and Edd. It's bad for business; The Greats were one of our best bands, and I hear Dana Perry wants to quit due to sexual harrassment from DTA's lead guitarist."

Jimmy sighed. "We need to do something about those delinquents. Give me time to think on it. I'll come up with a plan."