A/U: HALLOOOOOO! *hides behind brick wall as fans throw assorted objects at thy head* Yes, my people I am aware that I've been MIA for a while *cough* almost a year *cough* There are a million different excuses I could but I won't use any. The truth is that my mom and step-dad got a divorce and it's been really taxing on all three of us kids. It also doesn't help that he broke into my mom's house with a gun in hand… so yea. It gave me nightmares which always give me writers block. I also want to make you aware that I deleted my other story Surreal from here. It was to much of a reminder of my step-dad. Elaboration? I think not! I've also got some insane softball practices going on and as the only freshman on the varsity team, I'm expected to work twice as hard. It's very taxing on the old noggin. Anyway, I know it is pretty cliché and overused but this fanficion is different and I think you might enjoy it if it was given a chance. Well, on with the show my lovely chickadees!
Fang P.O.V.
Have you ever felt like something in your life was missing? Not something small like a checkerboard missing one piece. More so, like another soul is tethered with yours, but even after scowering the globe a hundred times you still come up empty handed?
The feeling I just described? I feel that. All day. Everyday.
Don't ask me why or you'll come up empty handed too.
I'm Nick, by the way. Nick Ride.
Yes, as in the Nick Ride. I'm in the world renowned band, RIOT! I'm constantly hunted down and swarmed by fangirls. These aren't your everyday fangirls mind you. These are rocker fangirls. They're hardcore through and through. Normally there would be absolutely nothing wrong with them but these girls are notorious for causing mischief with you and your current girlfriend.
The pack leader of my most obsessive fangirl group is Bridged Dawyer. Surprised I actually took the time to learn her name? Don't be. There is absolutely no escape to this chick. I once awoke to find her in my bed playing with my face. I freaked and shoved her out, causing her to hit her head on the hotel coffee table, which succeeded in knocking her unconscious. I took the liberty of figuring out how she got in.
"What kind of heartless monster are you?! You're not even going to check and see if she's alright?!" You may be thinking. Well let me tell you, five minutes away from that lunatic is Nirvana. Turns out, she got into my room by seducing the bodyguards outside my door. She somehow managed to knock the two, fully grown, men unconscious. She reached into one of their pockets, grabbing his room key. And, Walla! Instant access to moi.
Anyway, back to the missing person dilemma. I've had thousands of girlfriends, no joke, but none of them have felt right. Sure, there were your everyday gold diggers, but some actually liked me for me. Well, at least I hope they did.
As sappy as it seems, I will never stop looking for that missing jigsaw piece The one that will stay. The one that will finally bring me out of my funk.
Well, now that we've visited Nick's emotional side, it's time to put the wall back up. Why? Because, I'm not letting those bastards know anything they can black mail me with. Bastards? The band mates. Let me shed a little light on the subject.
First there's Sam. He plays the drums. He isn't exactly terrible but his inner douche just gleams in between his goody-two-shoes act.
Then, there's Marcus. He the pig out of all of us. Remember when I said I'd dated thousands of girls? Well, Marcus has dated (At least that's what he calls it) millions of them. His arrogance reeks enough to wear nose plugs. He plays his bass guitar, Shelly.
Then there's Mr. Wonderboy himself, Dylan. There are no words to describe the loathing I have for this kid. He's already proclaimed himself band leader. None of us listen to him when he goes on his rants, we just kinda let him finish. He plays the electric guitar an sings backup vocals. As much as I abhor this guy, he can sing his ass off. (A/N: Sounds like a douche I know from school! Not gonna point any fingers… *cough* Adrian! *cough*)
Then we have the cherry on top. Me, myself, and I. I'm lead vocals and play electric and acoustic guitar. The electric is better in my opinion, but the acoustic works wonders for other, more intricate songs.
"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong, Nick! You're supposed to go up! Not down! God, how many times do I have to tell you?!" Dylan screams, a hilarious little vain popping out of his neck. You see, I've been doing it correctly. Wonderboy may be able to hold pitch, but he doesn't have what it takes to lead vocals. He's actually yelling about his own mistake right now. All three of us guys roll our eyes. Once he's done with his little rampage I speak up.
"Alright guys, take it from the top!" (A/N: Please listen to the song as you read this. I feel that it gives the writing a whole new dimension. The song is 'Let it Die' by Three Days Grace. Go!)
We had fire in our eyes (in the beginning)
I never felt so alive (in the beginning)
You, you blame me but…
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't want to hear it anymore!
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore!
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore!
We had time on our side (in the beginning)
We, we had nothing to hide (in the beginning)
You, you blame me but…
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't want to hear it anymore!
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore!
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore!
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
(I swear I) Never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try!
I just don't care about you anymore x5
"That's a rap guys! Now go home!" Dylan snapped. Guess I'm goin' home. Hope there's no Bridged in the bed when I get there.
A/N: Alllllrighty guys! There we go! I'd just like to say that I WILL be updating AWOL soon, I've just got to get some stuff organized for it first (OCD, whatchya gonna do?) Thank you all the people that have kept supporting me as well as the Max Ride fandom… we haven't been doing so hot lately… Anyways, read and review as always! PMs make me smile! Write on!