A/N: Hi! Yes, I'm starting another fanfic while I'm still writing my first!
I'm insane, don't bother telling me. My friend who is sitting behind while
I'm writing this just informed me. Not that I didn't know, but... whatever.
Like I really care.
I'll change my disclaimer every so-often. My old one bored the hell out of
me. Either that or I'll have them do it! Heeheehee. This is going to be
fun!
Disclaimer: Monica- None of us own anything made by Disney. Hannah- Damn. Me (off set) – Hannah, that's Monica's line! That and get on with the disclaimer! Hannah- We just finished it! Me- Oops. Sorry, wasn't listening!
Chapter One
"Bored, bored, bored," muttered Hannah, looking around her room for something to do. Her electric guitar was propped against the far wall, leaning against the closet door. Not interesting. Her glance fell on the back of my head, which was staring straight ahead. Like her, I couldn't think of anything to talk about, except the fact that we had lived through an iMusicast* performance and come out with our eardrums intact.
She risked a glance at our friend Monica, who was switching the CD for the umpteenth that day. Or rather, that night, because it was sometime around midnight.
"What now?" Hannah groaned. "Not rap, ok?"
"Naw, really?" responded Monica. "Think more, like, I dunno, Linkin Park maybe? I know you don't like rap, Han."
"Right, whatever. Just turn up the stinkin' volume if its LP."
"Yes your majesty," I drawled from my position propped up at the foot of the bed. "Would you like anything else or will that be all for tonight?"
"Funny." Hannah's voice dripped sarcasm. "But I suppose if you offering to get me something, then I would like..."
She never finished that sentence. Or if she did we were laughing so loud that it drowned out the last part of the sentence. Monica's veritable roar of laughter drowned out basically everything else in the room. I bet it would have woken Hannah's parents and siblings up if we hadn't been sucked through the floor.
*iMusicast is a place in Oakland, CA where local bands can rent the stage and perform for about ½ an hour. For more info, go to
A/N: Ok, short chapter, I know. It'll be longer next time.
Disclaimer: Monica- None of us own anything made by Disney. Hannah- Damn. Me (off set) – Hannah, that's Monica's line! That and get on with the disclaimer! Hannah- We just finished it! Me- Oops. Sorry, wasn't listening!
Chapter One
"Bored, bored, bored," muttered Hannah, looking around her room for something to do. Her electric guitar was propped against the far wall, leaning against the closet door. Not interesting. Her glance fell on the back of my head, which was staring straight ahead. Like her, I couldn't think of anything to talk about, except the fact that we had lived through an iMusicast* performance and come out with our eardrums intact.
She risked a glance at our friend Monica, who was switching the CD for the umpteenth that day. Or rather, that night, because it was sometime around midnight.
"What now?" Hannah groaned. "Not rap, ok?"
"Naw, really?" responded Monica. "Think more, like, I dunno, Linkin Park maybe? I know you don't like rap, Han."
"Right, whatever. Just turn up the stinkin' volume if its LP."
"Yes your majesty," I drawled from my position propped up at the foot of the bed. "Would you like anything else or will that be all for tonight?"
"Funny." Hannah's voice dripped sarcasm. "But I suppose if you offering to get me something, then I would like..."
She never finished that sentence. Or if she did we were laughing so loud that it drowned out the last part of the sentence. Monica's veritable roar of laughter drowned out basically everything else in the room. I bet it would have woken Hannah's parents and siblings up if we hadn't been sucked through the floor.
*iMusicast is a place in Oakland, CA where local bands can rent the stage and perform for about ½ an hour. For more info, go to
A/N: Ok, short chapter, I know. It'll be longer next time.