Haha, okay, so this is the first chapter. Please keep in mind that I meant this story to be completely ridiculous. It's just something stupid I was doing cause I was bored. Anyway, enjoy!
"I KEEP A CLOSE WATCH ON THIS HEART OF MINE!"
"Nick!"
"I KEEP MY EYES WIDE OPEN ALL THE TIME!"
"NICK!" Eric pulled the earbud out of Nick's left ear and Nick stopped singing, confused.
"Could you keep it down, man? I'm trying to sleep back here." Eric laughed.
It was the first day of tour and A Rocket to the Moon was currently en route from Braintree to Tallahassee. Everybody was pretty excited. If not for the coming tour, then at least for the fact that they were almost to the venue. They'd missed each other during the past month off, but Nick had been singing Johnny Cash at the top of his lungs for the past half hour, and everybody was getting pretty tired of it.
Nick reluctantly removed the other earbud from his ear and sighed heavily.
"You guys suck, Mr. Cash is the man. I could never get tired of him."
"While I will concede Johnny is the man; you, however, are not." Andrew smiled at Nick to slightly soften what he had said. (No matter how truthful it may have been, he did understand the meaning of the word "tact".)
"Whatever. I'll chill." Nick responded light heartedly.
"Hey Mr. B!" Justin called from his seat behind Nick. "How far are we?"
Britton was driving and stole a glance at the GPS. "We're about 5 minutes away, actually."
"Are you freakin' serious?" Halvo rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "I didn't get to sleep at all 'cause of Nick howling like a banshee half the way!"
"Hey! I do NOT howl." Nick stuck out his tongue. "And besides, if it weren't for my voice of an angel, you would be out of a job, Halvorsen."
"Whatever. EVERYBODY knows that bass is the foundation of the band!"
"And if anyone in the band is an angel, it's definitely Justin!" Andrew chimed in. Justin grinned.
Luckily, Britton interrupted further argument. "We're here, guys." He put the van in park and Eric opened the door and reluctantly stepped out. With a large yawn, he surveyed the parking lot as his band-mates filtered out of the van behind him.
"Finally you guys are here! I was afraid we'd have to start the show without you!"
Eric looked towards the familiar voice to see a tall blonde in sandals, jean capris, a tank top, a peace-sign necklace, and large sunglasses.
"Uhhh...John, the show doesn't start for like another four hours. I think we're good on time."
"Nope. I agree with John, you're late!" Pat chirped, jumping on Halvo's back.
"I'm telling Garrett if you don't get off me, Kirch!"
"Oh no!" Pat feigned fear with an over exaggerated shudder and hopped off Eric's back. "Man...I want some fruit. Let's go get some!"
"As long as you keep Rat Boy safely tucked away, I could go for some fruit."
"Did somebody mention Rat Boy?" Andrew was ducking out the door of the van. "He kind of scares me, to be honest." Andrew laughed and hopped down. "Hey John, Hey Pat! How are you guys?"
"Single, ready to mingle. Legal, ready to drink." John flashed Andrew a white-toothed smile and held up his hand for a high-five. Andrew shook his head and slapped his friend's hand.
"Maybe save the drinking for a little later, John. It's only two." he replied.
"Yeah." said John, helping Andrew unload a box of merch from the trailer as they talked. "I guess I shouldn't get drunk before the show. Falling off stage is Halvorsen's bit."
"Hey! I heard that!"
John laughed, ignoring Eric, as he and Andrew started carrying boxes inside. As they walked in, there were a lot of people backstage. However, Andrew noticed three guys standing in a corner by themselves. They were all rather tall and had the same haircut- shaggy, dark brown hair. They each had a thin mustache and were dressed the same in plain black, v-neck shirts, yellow blazers, and black skinny jeans. Overall, they looked rather suspicious.
"Who are they?" Andrew asked John, nodding his head towards the three.
"Oh, that's the opening band." John replied in a hushed whisper. "Nobody's met them before. They signed on the tour last minute." He shrugged. "Call themselves Journslim. They seem like jerks, if you ask me. Won't talk to anybody. They've just been standing over there by themselves since we got here."
"Huh. Weird. Are they brothers or something? They all look the same."
"I think so. But the weirdest thing is they all have the same first name. Camden. They must have had some pretty fucked up parents, huh?"
"Hey! What are you guys talking about?" Andrew and John looked up as Justin walked up to them.
"That new band over there, Journslim. I dunno. There's something...off about them. They give me the creeps."
"Awww, they're probably just shy. I know I was nervous on my first tour! I bet they're really cool guys. I mean, look at those blazers! Let's go introduce ourselves." Justin bounded towards them and Andrew followed. He felt a little guilty for judging those guys so fast. They probably were just shy. Still, he couldn't stop the feeling of foreboding in the pit of his stomach as they approached. The feeling grew even stronger when three pairs of bright green eyes turned to glare at him at the same moment. Justin, however, did not seem deterred.
"Hi. I'm Justin, and this is Andrew. We're in A Rocket to the Moon. It's really nice to meet you guys." he smiled brightly. There was a moment of awkward silence and then the one in the middle, seemingly the leader, curled his lip slightly and said "We know exactly who you are."
"Uh..." Justin faltered. "That's great. You're fans of our music?"
The three guys looked at each other and laughed. "Yeah. Fans." Rolling their eyes, they stalked away. Justin and Andrew could do nothing but gape at them.
"I... Well, they were rude..." Andrew finally said.
Further discussion of Journslim was stopped, though, by the loud, shrill scream that rang out in the next moment.