OK peeps, this is a fic that RB and I are cowritting. It takes place somewhere in the second season and this is what happens when we talk instant star in the car on the way to Taco Bell...and during eating...and on the drive home...so yeah, we decided to put some of our more...crazy ideas into a story. I hope you all enjoy it (or should I say we?) We're alternating chapters, chapter 1 is by me (Destany Mitchell), chapter 2 will be by RB and so forth, unless otherwise stated (basically, I'm "tommy" and RB is "Jude")
I'm also going to rate this about PG-15; there's going to be some language and possibly some more implied adult themes...it's just the way we are, so yeah. This is not meant to be taken all too seriously, it's just for pure amusement.
I also want to state that this fic maybe 14 chapters, but the chapters are all relatively short (especially the ending). This is the first fic we ever wrote together of the humor variety that has ever left just our own eyes. It was interesting to see the original feedback we got from it. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Chapter 1
Tommy
It's been a long day. Darius had banished Jude and I into the studio. He said we were not allowed to come out until we had written another hit. Despite his threat, Jude had been sneaking out to refill 1. her cappuccino and 2. my coffee.
"OK, so what's our song going to be about?" I asked her, and paused when I noticed her…buzzed state. Jude was sitting in 'her' chair looking out into the glass. She stared unblinking, and she barely moved…except for her foot, which was going about a mile a minute. "Jude?"
"Hu?" She asked, whipping her head towards me and I didn't fail to notice her slightly-dilated eyes.
"How many cappuccinos have you had?" I asked, scared at the answer.
"Uh…." Her foot kept going as she thought and she began to bounce slightly. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at her state. "I think…six?" She said. I groaned and lay my head down on the soundboard. We were never getting out of here. After two caps, Jude's mind is completely ADD. We're screwed.
Just as I thought things couldn't get worst, the power died out on us. Now, that wouldn't have been a problem BD (before Darius), because we had normal glass doors that opened manually, but nnnooo, Darius has to have the high-tech stuff. We have key pads to open the doors, electronically. Meaning, power is out, we are stuck inside this god-forsaken studio…with a singer who is currently hyped up on six caps…at least. Needless to say, I'm annoyed.
"Damn it!" I yelled, getting up out of my chair and pacing. "Fuck!"
