Just Wanna Scream Chapter 1: Just Wanna Scream, a grojband fanfic

Before we get started. . .

Hey guys, it's Grojbandian180 here. . . I know I haven't updated any of my stories in a while and I greatly apologize for it. Bad things have gone on in the past two months and I thought I'd give you a heads up. . .

On February 16th, my grandfather, who was battling liver failure for about a month, passed away. My grandmother has currently been diagnosed with dementia and kidney failure.

I can only hope for the better with Grams but I'll always miss Gramps in my heart. . .

Anyways, I guess it's on to the story. . . I don't own Grojband and I don't own ANY of the songs featured in this fanfic. . . Enjoy. . .

"JUST WANNA SCREAM"
Written By GROJBANDIAN180

Tuesday, October 7th 2014

His vision was blurred as he jumped up in his bed, drenched in sweat. After a few attempts, the young ex-rocker finally parted his shaggy black hair out from in front of his eyes to see a dim-lit room. Corey Riffin finally came to realize that his nightmares had started back up again. He gave a shaken sigh as he noticed his clock stating 6:45. With that he decided to get ready for another day of "torture" at school.

Over the years, Corey had taken a giant depression that seemed like it was never going to end. It all started back on his fourteenth birthday, during of which he wanted to perform a new song but the scheme of stealing the diary like usual had gotten so out of hand, that it angered his bandmates. . .

"Why would you think of something like this?!" Kin yelled with rage at Corey as the Groj-Stage behind them was still in flames. Corey flinched at every word that was being thrown at him and he was on the verge of tears.

"Look guys, I'm sor-"

"I AM NOT A GUY!" Laney shouted as she pushed him onto the ground with a giant force.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time Riffin. . . You almost got us three killed!" Kon screamed. This took Corey back by even more surprise. They had called him Riffin. . .

"P-Please, I'm sorry! Truly Sorry!" Corey pleaded on the ground as the others slowly backed up towards the Groj-Door.

"Why don't we go and pay the Newmans a visit?" Laney asked Kin, who nodded in agreement. "Sure, at least their leader isn't an idiot. . . " Kon then grabbed onto the Groj-Door and they all looked at the helpless teen. "Don't thank us for comin' out. . ." And with that, the door was slammed, ending a friendship.

Every night since then, Corey had relived it over and over again during the night. His sister was ecstatic that Grojband had broken up, and still rubs it in Corey's face, making his life more miserable than before. Ever since the depression took place, he had decided to change his entire look as well. He threw away his skull beanie and replaced it with a dark brown one. His silky blue hair had become shaggy and black, with his bangs sometimes going over his eyes, and he usually wore black clothing, mostly jackets to hide the self-harm cuts on his arms and wrists.

The eighteen year old senior had come out of the bathroom dressed in a grey hoodie that was underneath a thin black cargo jacket with the hoodie hanging out, dark blue shorts, and red sneakers. He parted his hair from the middle before putting the beanie back on and headed down the stairs.

Corey looked up at the time and saw it was seven and looked around the living room one last time before going to Peaceville High. Slowly, he walked up to a small picture frame that lied on a glass coffee table. He then picked it up and sighed while staring at it with great pain in his eyes.

The picture depicted a man and a woman who looked like they were in their mid-twenties, the woman had strawberry-blonde hair that reached to her mid back and wore a dark green tee with a baseball cap on. On her right, the man wore a red Ohio-State hoodie and had short brown hair. They both held a small toddler in their hands as they sat unseats at a baseball stadium.

"I miss you guys. . . " Corey whispered, while shedding a small tear.

Before he could wipe it away, a hand quickly grabbed the picture from his hands and swiped it away. He turned and faced his twenty-one year old sister, who immediately threw it into a box marked 'Mirage-Band's Crap' and with that, a sound of glass shattering came from it.

"I can't believe I forgot to throw that away years ago. . . "She muttered to herself before heading to the kitchen. Corey sighed once more as he headed for the front door, grabbing his bag on the way. Before Trina could yell at him or make fun of him some more, he hap put his ear buds in and turned his myPod volume to the max. The song that played was one called "Demons" performed by Trey Trippin (Originally by (Imagine Dragons).

For the past few years, nobody knew who Trey was but he had taken the music trend by a giant storm. Every few months, he'd release a new single and the whole world loved them. Record labels have been trying to get into contact with him but he has yet to make a public appearance, in a video or anything.

As the song began, Corey continued his walk to school with his eyes closed, head down, and just trying to remember the last time he felt happy . . .

(Demons - Imagine Dragons)

When the days are cold and the cards all fold
And the saints we see are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail
Are the worst of all and the bloods run stale

I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside there's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed We're still made of greed
This is my kingdom come This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close it's dark inside
It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide

At the curtain's call it's the last of all
When the lights fade out all the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave and the masquerade
Will come calling out at the mess you've made

Don't want to let you down but I am hell-bound
Though this is all for you don't want to hide the truth

No matter what we breed we're still made of greed
This is my kingdom come This is my kingdom come

They say it's what you make I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul I need to let you go
Your eyes they shine so bright I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now unless you show me how

When you feel my heat look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close it's dark inside
It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide

The teens thoughts and song were interrupted by a car horn honking as loud as day. He opened his eyes and turned to his mid-left to see a Lime Green 2014 Volkswagen Beetle. Corey had recognized this car before and a look of discouragement grew on his face.

"WATCH IT LOSER!" A voice came from inside. This voice revealed itself to be seventeen year old Carrie Beff, who's style went to shirts with YOLO on them and mini skirts. A few months prior, Next to her was Laney Penn, who kept her red hair but was more curly now that it went to her mid-back. The girl's style was quite different too, with short shorts and tank tops, but she still kept the furry boots trend. For some odd reason though, she had always continued to wear the yellow berett that Corey had given her years ago. This always took him by question.

After she left the band with the others, she became the Newman's extra guitarist, with Carrie just taking the lead singing. She had slowly become an almost clone of Carrie. She laughed as she realized who it was and shook her head a bit before the car took for a parking space a few lanes over. That's when Corey finally looked foreword to realize he reached Peaceville High, in less time then expected too.

As he made his way to his locker, Corey had this weird feeling in his stomach that kept growing since he woke up that morning. 'Maybe at one point I should go to the nurse or something. . . ' He thought but then he shook his head a bit at his locker. 'But then again, she probably won't care like everyone else.'

After getting the combination done, he quickly opened his locker. It was kinda dark and had an old small poster of Grojband on the inside of the door. his eyes searched as they found his Chemistry textbook and a small notebook and closed the door. Unfortunately he turned a bit too quickly and didn't see the other student.

BAM!

They both fell down with the one hitting the floor and Corey's head hitting the bottom lockers, hard.

"Watch where you're going you-" The other student started as another helped him up. They both looked at the dazed Corey and the one who fell smirked. "Well look who we have here. . ." Corey somehow knew the voices but because of his near-concussion, he couldn't tell who it was.

With blurry vision, he looked up to see a tall and muscular Kon Kujira, who had a pitch black mullet and was wearing a Newmans t-shirt. Next to him was an average muscular Kin Kujira, who had his hair combed straight back and wore a 'Skull Quality'© thin t-shirt.

After they left the band, they had gotten together and became the Newman's bodyguards, but were treated as equal band members. Within a few months of their "new" duties, they had begun dating Kon and Konnie.

Corey finally saw the twins in his half-sight and shook his head to get a better perspective. He sighed once he realized who it was. The two then picked up the teen and shoved him back into the lockers before Kon punched him in the stomach with excessive force. Corey fell to his knees in pain and grabbed his stomach as his former friends had an "evil" chuckle and made their way to class but not before looking back at him.

"See ya in first period Riffin. . ." Kin basically muttered in a threatening-like tone, and took his walk next to his brother.

First period Chemistry had gone by quickly, Kin would aggressively try to screw up Corey's work or just pick on him the whole time. But Corey was silent the whole time and tried his best to ignore the short bully. Though it was strange, the teacher he had had for first was said to have 'eyes on the back of her head' and yet, Mrs. McGarth had not seen Kin tormenting Corey.

Second period was more quiet and sanctuary in Study Hall, as there was nobody to constantly bug him from either reading, doing work, or secretly trying to write lyrics to songs that would never get performed. Today he was just writing a short novel about a teen who, because of his negligence towards his sister when babysitting, now needs a babysitter himself. (1)

A giant creek was heard throughout the library as Corey, who was sitting in the way back, and the rest of the teens looked up to see Carrie Beff and her preppy self as she handed a note to Mr. Nelson, who read over it quickly. Corey sighed as he recognized the blue slip. . . It was a class transfer sheet.

Mr. Nelson nodded and motioned Carrie to choose any seat at the eight tables there. She looked over all the tables and noticed one in the the far back right, away from the rest of the class, and noticed there was one student with his grey hood up, revealing a red skull on it. She instantly knew who it was and made her way to him.

Footsteps were heard in his ears as he tried to quickly put his earbuds in but Corey found them really tangled up. Before he could even attempt to untangle them, the blonde was in front of him, smirking. With that, he accepted his 'punishment' and looked up at her, with a dead look in his eyes.

"So, you're in here too huh?" She said with a cocky attitude. Corey responded by nodding his head slowly before going back to writing in his book. The other students were confused at the two. Well, the only ones to notice were a group of five who sat at a table near the front-middle

"Yo Chris, look over there. . ." A teen with black pointed to the back table where Carrie continued to annoy Corey.

"What are you talking about Jake?" Chris looked back at where his friend was pointing at. The other three looked too.

"Why is 'Hottie Beff' talking to a loser like Riffin?" Another teen with straight brown hair asked.

"Who knows Kyle. . ." A teen with dirty blonde/brown hair shrugged. "What do you think Alana?"

All four guys turned to their female friend who had long brown hair and shrugged as well. "In my opinion, I think she's trying to 'school' him in the music world and prove that the Newmans rock and his old band sucked. . . Wait. . .Joey, is today Tuesday?"

Joey, the kid with the blonde/brown hair, looked at his phone and nodded in confusement. "Oh crap! I'm Late!" With that, Alana bolted out of the room, leaving her four companions in question.

Corey looked across the room and noticed the brown haired girl run out of there but his attention was then stolen back by Carrie, who was trying to take his notebook.

"So what's this?"

Corey looked back to her at his right and immediately tried to snatch it away. This was deemed a bit too hard as she was pulling on it the whole time as well. This went on for about twenty seconds before Corey gave one final tug which made him successful in getting it back. Unfortunately, his chair was tipping and as it fell, he went along with it.

Nobody but Carrie noticed this and she almost failed at holding in her laughter. "Wow Riffin, you're clumsiness is worse then when you had that extremely stupid band!" She whispered.

Corey though decided he'd had enough. Without saying a single word, he gathered his things, shoved his red notebook into his inside jacket pocket, and headed for the door.

"Uh Mr. Riffin. . ." Mr. Nelson started. "You're gonna need a pass. . ." But Corey didn't wait for another word as he aggressively kicked the library door open, causing a crack to go down the middle of the glass, and took off down the hallway. As the events replayed in Carrie's mind for a bit, there was only one thing on her mind. . . .

'I NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S IN THAT NOTEBOOK. . .'

Her thoughts were interrupted when a text from Lenny. She looked around to see that Mr. Nelson was trying to find out Corey's problem, and failing, so she quickly pulled her phone out and read the short text.

'HEY, DID YOU CHECK OUT TREY TRIPPIN'S NEW SONG YET? I HEARD IT'S AWESOME!' Were the words that filled the screen. Carrie thought for a few seconds before shaking her head a bit and texted back.

'NOT YET, LISTEN. . ." Her text started but she quickly added Laney, Kin, Kim, Kon, and Konnie to the conversation. 'I NEED YOUR GUYS' HELP TO DO SOMETHING. . . .

Around noon came lunch as usual with everyone getting over their slight hunger pains. Corey stood in the pizza line, almost halfway to the front, while listening to more music. During 4th hour, he had almost gotten caught by Mrs. Peck who'd noticed his head down and hood up.

He shrugged it off though as he finally got to the front. After getting a slice of cheese, he turned and noticed that all of the tables had been taken, even the one where he usually sat by himself. After taking a double-take, he decided it would be better to eat outside anyways. With that, he left. This didn't go by unseeing eyes as all seven Newmans watched him move and knew exactly where he was going.

"Let's go. . . " Carrie said with a smirk. All of the members got up, got through their fans and other students, and made their way out the door.

It took Corey a few minutes to reach the football field and to the bleachers as he made his way to the top and tired to get some quiet. Before he started eating though, he pulled out his red notebook and opened the lock on the side. With that, he continued his lyric writing.

From the end of the bleachers were the Newmans, spying but not really incognito. If he were to look in their direction, he'd probably be able to see them. Thoughts raced around Carries head as she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see that it was Lenny. His face showed confusion.

"Question, why are we stalking Riffin? I thought we were done with him when Grojband was finished. . ." Lenny was the only one that didn't really torment Corey, let alone acknowledge him. Carrie then pointed to what Corey was writing in.

"It's that notebook, I gotta see what's in it. Maybe it's like his diary or something. . ."

This caused Laney, Kin, and Kon to look confused now." I don't think so Care. . ." Kin started

"Back then he never had a diary, just a lyrics book but it looked nothing like that. . ." Laney finished.

Carrie shook her head and sighed with a sarcastic smile. "Yeah but he's changed over the years so maybe his style has too. . . Or that could just be his pathetic lyrics book." This made everyone think for a bit but they nodded in agreement. She then turned back to see Corey scribbling something before closing the book and locking it. When she turned back to the others, she had noticed that Lenny was gone.

"Where'd Lens go?" She asked looking around. Laney then pointed out that he was talking to the quarterback, Zack Nepp. . . Lenny's brother. . .

"He's telling his brother that Corey threatened to beat him up. . ." Kim smirked. With what they all could see, Zack looked furious. Lenny had pointed Corey out just as the teen was going to lock the book. With one motion, Zack threw the football he was holding into Corey's direction. After a few seconds, the former rocker looked up just so the football could collide into his face.

BAM!

Corey went tumbling down the bleachers with his notebook flying out towards the rest of the Newmans and himself unable to stop until he hit the bottom. All he saw was darkness as he heard muffled noises of people and a giant headache ensued as he tried to open his eyes. Everything was blurry but it came into clearness as he slowly stood up. He saw the entire football team laughing and shouting names at him while the Newmans, to his far right, were doing the same thing.

As Corey's mind became more clear, an extreme depression look appeared on his face, along with tears of blood, as he looked down to notice that he was covered in pizza, smeared fries, and ketchup. Without even thinking about his notebook, which was now in the hands of Carrie, he trudged foreword as best as he could before he noticed that the students in the school witnessed this as well and were also laughing hard. Corey's world faded to black and white and everything started spinning faster and faster until he felt like he was gonna puke.

There were teachers and administrators on their way to help the poor teen but something inside him snapped. He immediately ran for it, making his way out the front door, and headed home.

As he stepped into the house, more and more tears came down his face as he plopped down onto the couch in the living room. He was definitely glad that Trina wasn't there, or else it'd be worse.

'Why. . . Why me?' Was about the only things that raced through his mind.

'What did I ever do to deserve this? All I ever did was look out for others but why does all of this happen to me?!' This caused more tears to be shed as he opened his laptop. The first thing that had popped up was a new video on Youtube. . . This was of him, falling down the bleachers. . . .

Corey's mind had literally collapsed as he stared reading a few of the hateful comments out of thousands that were already posted.

"Look at that freak. . . "

"I was there! It was hilarious. . ."

"Damn, that looked like it hurt. . .Nice XD. . . "

With that, Corey lowered his head in slight defeat, as he looked deep in thought. His eyes flew open after a minute and he realized what had to happen. . . So he looked back and forth to see in case Trina had actually been there secretly, he grabbed his computer, and headed for his room.

Once there, he set the laptop down at his desk. He then walked over to a small safe that was in the wall and unlocked it. Inside, was a flash drive, a note taped to it, and a small box. He shuddered with his sigh as he brought all the items to the desk and set them next to the laptop.

Corey then sat in his desk chair and looked through his computer until he found an application he was looking for. With that, he pressed 'RECORD'

Wednesday, October 8th 2014

The day had been really good for most of the students. Everybody was curious though because earlier in the morning, there was an assembly announced in the gym and every student, faculty member, etc was supposed to attend. At exactly 12:47, everyone had settled into their seats and started calming down. The Newmans were the first ones there but for some reason, they chose to sit in the front, instead of their usual spots in the middle.

Once everyone was quiet, Principle Jackson stepped into the side entrance and walked over to the microphone in the middle of the room. As she tapped on it a few times and cleared her voice a bit, she spoke.

"Good Afternoon students, you're all probably wondering why I've called you all down here and that is to say that this school has gotten this flash drive with a surprise on it. . ."

This got everyone's attention but they didn't know what to make of it.

"On this cash drive, I present to you. . .You all know his work but don't know him, until now. The first music video ever by Trey Trippin."

The school basically erupted in anticipation from this, even the Newmans were excited to finally see who Trey was. After another minute had gone by to get everyone quiet, a giant blank screen was lowered till it reached the ground and all of the people could view it. Next, a computer desktop was projected onto it as they inserted the flash drive into the system. It took them not even a minute to find the video and pressed play. As the rest of the faculty had settled into any open seats, the black screen faded in to see the outside of a familiar school building during a heavy thunderstorm around sunset with slow music playing in the background.

Within seconds, a vintage 1976 Midnight Blue Ford Mustang Cobra pulled up in front of the school and turned off. An unknown person, assuming to be Trey, had gotten out and you couldn't see his face due to him wearing a green hoodie with it up. At the bottom left hand corner of the screen, words faded in. . .

"Scream"
Written By Trey Trippin
Performed By Trey Trippin
Released By Barjdong Records.

More students became a bit hyper.

As he closed the door, he slowly walked up to the school and opened the doors, revealing it to be Peaceville High.

This caused the students to murmur with excitement.

"Who do you think it is?" Kon asked.

"Who knows. . ." Kim answered.

"Trey could be anyone. . ." Laney added.

As Trey continued his walk through the school he finally made his way to the band room. The figure looked around back and forth at all the instruments as the slow music died down just a bit. The figure then saw something that caught his eye . . . A keyboard was a few feet from him. So he decided to go up to it and started playing. . .

(Scream - Zac Efron)

The day door is closed
The echoes fill your soul

The scene cut to the figure walking down a long hallway with lockers passing by slowly as he continued to sing. . .

They won't say which way to go
Just trust your heart

With a bit of a small motion, he opened the double doors that led to the gym and he entered.

To find you're here for
Open another door

After walking to the center of the gym, a spotlight shone upon him, but you still couldn't see his face. . .

But i'm not sure anymore
It's just so hard

A small guitar solo started as musical instruments rained from above him, he fell onto one knee and went into a fettle like position and barely noticed the instruments until a shot of eyes opened where they were revealed to be bright blue. Once the piano and drums started, the figure jumped up and stared directly into the camera. Revealing Trey Trippin to be. . .

"COREY RIFFIN?!" Was the only thing to come out of the Newman's mouths as they hung open. Equally shocked was the entire school as people began to murmur amongst themselves.

The instruments continued to fall as Trey(Corey) took his hood off and slowly looked around at the mayhem that was happening while the song continued to start. At one point, he had caught a giant drum that used to belong to Kon while he was apart of Grojband.

Voices in my head
Tell me they know best

With one fluid motion, he had kicked the drums off to the side.

Got me on the edge
they're pushin', pushin',
they're pushin'

More and more instruments fell as Corey caught a few each time and destroyed them. Until he finally caught his old favorite guitar, which had his old skull beanie in-between the strings.

I know they've got a plan
But the game's in my hands
This time its man-to-man,
I'm driving, fighting inside

The POV showed Corey being upwards as he smashed his guitar onto the camera which transitioned to him in a hallway that had started to spin.

A world that's upside down
It Spinning faster
What do I do now? Without them

I don't know, where to go, what's the right team?
I want my own thing. So bad I'm gonna Scream!
I can't choose, so confused! What's it all mean?
I want my own dream. So bad I'm gonna Scream!

The scene then transitioned to an entirely different hallway where Corey was shown to enter, a bit more energized and angry as he did stuff like smashing lockers or beating himself up.

I'm kickin' down the walls
I gotta make 'em fall
Just break through them all
I'm punchin', crashin', I'm gonna

The crowd's expressions and perspectives of Corey had slowly changed, even for the Newmans as well. Especially Laney, who was starting to feel terrible for the things she'd done to him over the years.

In the video, Corey was shown opening his own locker to find an his old Grojband poster and he slammed his eyes shut, along with the door, and continued.

Fight to find myself
Me and no one else
Which way? I can't tell,
I'm searchin', searchin', can't find the

Road that I should take
I should! turn right or left is
It's like nothing works without them

Corey had now made his way to the giant balcony in the middle of the school where he proceeded to try and work out his anger there.

A Grojband logo flag blew by, transitioning to the cafeteria stairs where Corey was seen slowly going down them as he continued the song.

Yeah, the clock's running down,
hear the crowd gettin' loud!
I'm consumed by the sound!
Is it them? Is it love?
Can the music ever be enough?
Gotta work it out, gotta work it out!
You can do it, you can do it!

He saw there was about ten to twelve more steps till the ground floor and with that, he jumped, probably spraining an ankle but he didn't care. As the guitar solo played, he found himself standing in front of a giant The Newmans poster/banner that was in the lunch room a few weeks ago to show they were playing the prom.

A look of hurt swooped over Corey as he turned around to find himself standing in front of a motion banner, which showed Laney, Kin, and Kon's anger towards Corey and pushing him down from the years before. . .

Now this made all three of them feel bad, as they had forgotten they were the ones to start the whole fight. But the biggest hit of them all was Kin as a look of realization grew on his face. "Oh my God. . ." He whispered.

As the guitar solo continued to get higher and higher, Corey found himself surrounded by more and more posters of hate and aggression towards him. He got down on his knees and cupped his ears as a pained look was on his face. . . Until a small explosion like effect transitioned the video to the library.

I don't know, where to go, what's the right team?
I want my own thing. So bad I'm gonna Scream!
I can't choose, so confused! What's it all mean?
I want my own dream. So bad I'm gonna Scream!

I don't know, where to go, what's the right team?
I want my own thing. I want my own thing!
I can't choose, so confused! What's it all mean?
I want my own dream. So bad I'm gonna Scream!

By now, Corey looked like he'd gone completely insane as he ran towards the giant stain glass window and jumped out of it as his scream ended the song. . .and the scene faded to black.

Before the audience had time to applaud though . . . Everyones expression changed to shocked. . . As big words filled the black screen. . .

'In Memoriam/Hopefully Loving Memory: Trey Trippin/Corey Riffin (1996-2014)

"What. . .?" Was the only thing Laney was able to say as she was the first one to immediately get up and ran out of the school. Once she came onto his street, she had seen an ambulance, loading a black body bag into the back of the vehicle. Tears slowly formed into her eyes at the realization of what had happened over the course of time as she fell to her knees and slowly whispered. .

"I never got to apologize. . ."

And there you have it. . . I'm thinking about adding an epilogue but I'll leave that for you guys and gals to decide.

*(1) - A reference to another show made by FreshTV, My Babysitter's A Vampire.

Well There's not much else to talk about. Oh and with my other stories, I WILL continue to update, I just don't know the date yet. Till then. . .

Thanks For Comin' Out Everyone! *Slams Grojdoor*