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Amanda: no, this isn't our first fanfic, just our first fanfic TOGETHER..

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Juniper's POV

"Fans can get so FRIGGING ANNOYING!"

Ivy's eyes grew wide and she threw a pillow at me from across the room. Knowing she was referring to the crazy girls and boys climbing up the side of the band van, I hopped up onto the headboard of the leather spiral couch and pulled the string to the window shades, watching the view of the psychotic teenagers disappear. But the noise wouldn't leave.

Ivy's rage was now almost visible in air. This would be one of those moments when I wish she wasn't our lead singer, considering all the screamo she does her voice grows louder and louder every concert. It even scares me.

Now getting frustrated myself, I plugged my black Fender into the amp and rapidly hit the strings. "SHUT THE HELL UP! HOLY CRAP CALM DOWN!"

The singer slumped into her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in an 'I'm-getting-back-at-you-for-that' kind of way. She's always been stubborn.

"This van is like a freakin' movie theatre," Alice laughed, twirling her drumsticks through her tattooed fingers. "Please go on."

Completely oblivious to what the drummer just said, Ivy added in, "Charlie, are we there yet?"

"Did I stop the van yet?" our driver replied sarcastically.

"No."

"Then what do you think my answer is?"

"Shut up!" our (also moody) base player Braxton scolded. "It's a long drive and we don't need the agitation!"

"Agreed." I nodded. "We're a little too old for this."

I was sure I ended the conversation because no one spoke for the next hour. Me and the other guitarist Floyd practiced riffs and such, Ivy practicing vocal cords and Braxton and Alice were happily conversing about the concert, even though we're on tour and this is nothing new.

We camped out in cramped little lofts every night for the next ten days. But of course, I finally found a little glimmer of hope at the end of my long, bored tunnel. Sighs of relief came from all around the tour bus when the "Welcome to New Jersey" sign on the side of the parkway. Of course, that was our cue to start rushing around and getting ready. Me and Ivy kept chatting endlessly about how we missed our hometown in New Jersey. The rest of the band carried on doing pretty much whatever the hell they wanted until we reached our destination.

We had gotten one of those fancy-pants hotels for famous people. After getting our own rooms and such, the first thing we ran into the limo's for was sight-seeing.

"Woo!" Ivy shouted as me and her both stood up through the sunroof and waved our arms around like crazy people.

"WHO JUST SLAPPED MY BUTT?" I shrieked, hearing the bass player laugh hysterically. I jammed my stiletto heel into his thigh. "WHOS LAUGHIN' NOW?"

"Oh my god!" Ivy clamped her hand over her mouth.

"I know, that was a perfect shot!" I smiled and laughed, but Ivy's shocked expression still remained on her face. She shook my arm and pointed to a large billboard on the side of the road.

"Look!"

And I saw what she meant. "Oh crap, stop the car!"

The limousine came to a halt and Ivy and I jumped out and stared at the billboard.

"Black Viel Brides and My Chemical Romance concert. Seven P.M. at the PMC Bank Arts Center!" Alice shouted. "What the hell? That's when our concert is!"

"NO SHIZ SHERLOCK!" Ivy smacked her up-side the head.

"We're going down there." I hopped back inside the limo being followed by the rest. "Arts Center. Step on it!"

We had to make a pretty daring escape from the car into the Arts Center, nearly getting trampled on by the largest group of fans I've ever seen. Dodging through the doors, we made our way through the humungous building.

I almost caught my breath as I saw the two rival bands heading towards us.

"Juniper Ambraya, I thought I'd see you here," the one, the only Andy Biersack came up to me with a smirk. I kept on a disgusted face and rolled my green eyes.

"Whats this about your guys' concert the same place and same time as ours!" Ivy shouted.

"Oh like you don't know!" Jinx exasperated.

"Stop fighting!" Gerard Way stepped in.

"NO!" we all said in unison, and continued bickering.

"This is a new low, even for you," Andy got up in my face.

"What? You think we did this?" I shouted back. "We may be rivals but that doesn't mean we don't play fair!"

"You're just mad about three years ago." The singer replied.

"NO! Right there, you said THREE YEARS AGO! We dated THREE YEARS AGO, don't you think I would've gotten over it, you dumbass!" I rolled my eyes once more, noticing something. "Hey, where did Ivy and Gerard go?"

About to snap back at me, Andy noticed their disappearance. "I have no idea."

Byzantine, Black Viel Brides and My Chemical Romance all went exploring through the rooms of the vast building, searching for the two singers. Although it didn't take long to discover the disgusting and painful truth.

"IVY!" I shouted. Startled, she pulled away from her make-out session with Gerard.

"WHAT?"

"We turn away from you too for TWO SECONDS!" Floyd threw his hands up in frustration.

"Why in the hell are you guys making out?" I asked with a squeaky voice.

"'Cause, he's like, hot," Ivy shrugged.

"Are you kidding me?"

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