Holy Mankey, will you look at that? More rare than a blue moon, amv4eva is actually PUTTING UP A NEW STORY!!
This is going to be a tough fic, 'cuz I'm putting like, 12 people together.
Also, I'm giving you all a warning: I've never actually seen an episode with Kenny in it. This was originally going to be Ikairishipping, instead of Penguineshipping, but something kept me from that: a) As much as I love the good girl-bad boy thing, Dawn and Paul sort of push that to the extremes, and b) KENGOGIRL WOULD SKIN ME ALIVE
Now that that's out of the way, here is my disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, Simple Plan, or Ashley Tisdale.
Please enjoy, my friends!
Chapter One:
Killer Beez and Iridescence
The streets in the suburbs of La Rousse City were usually calm and quiet. That is, except for one street, where a band practicing its music was always in the faint background. The music originated from the garage of the Maxwell house. Four boys were practicing their music.
Behind the drums was a boy with blonde hair. He was biting his bottom lip in concentration, his hazel eyes narrowed slightly. He was wearing a red t-shirt with the words, "ROCK BEATS ALL" with a rock shaped like a guitar underneath it, and dark blue jeans. His drumsticks were inky black, though yellow where his hands gripped them tightly. On the front of the base drum was a yellow and black wasp with a sharp stinger on the end over a black background, the words "Killer Beez" written in blood red letters.
Standing behind a keyboard was a boy with red-brown, slightly spiky hair. His chocolate brown eyes were looking down at his fingers, which were flying across the keys. He was wearing a midnight blue shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and black jeans. His mouth was close to a microphone , where he helped with the background vocals.
Playing bass near another microphone was a boy with messy, spiky black hair. He had dark brown eyes and a wide grin on his tan face. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a hood attached to the back, and light blue jeans. A shiny wasp symbol was glimmering on his guitar.
And at the front of the group was a boy with a guitar with an identical wasp emblem. This boy had light green, perfectly messy hair and dark emerald eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. A green jacket was on the ground next to him. He was the boy doing the lead vocals, and he opened his mouth to sing:
"Don't tell me who I should be
And don't try to tell me what's right for me
Don't tell me what I should do
I don't wanna waste my time
I'll watch you fade away
So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down"
As the song finished, a soft clapping was heard. A fifth boy stepped out from behind his computer. He was wearing an olive green shirt and a brown vest and brown pants. He appeared to be about a year older than the other four.
"Great job, Beez." The boy said. "That was your best recording of 'Shut Up' yet!"
"Thanks, Brock!" The boy with red-brown hair said.
The boy named Brock grinned. "But I do have a few improvements for you guys to make." The others groaned, making Brock laugh. "I'm your manager, it's my job to do this. Alright, Jack Smith… You need to stop squinting your eyes when you play. It makes you look constipated."
The boy with blonde hair made a face. "It does not!"
"Yes it does. Anyway," Brock continued, "Kenny Erickson… Don't put your mouth so close to the mike. You could get electrocuted like that."
The boy with red-brown hair frowned. "I thought that that only happened if the stage was carpeted."
"Let's not risk it." Brock replied. "OK, Ash Ketchum, you should lengthen your shoulder strap. If it's too short, you could hurt your shoulders."
The boy with black hair nodded and took off his guitar to adjust it.
"Drew Maxwell," Brock started, "Stop dropping your jacket on the floor when you take it off. That's a really nice jacket. Don't ruin it."
The boy with green hair rolled his eyes and took his green jacket off the floor and hung it on Ash's head.
"What the- HEY!!" Ash yelled as he pulled it off and threw it back at his green eyed friend. Drew caught it and laughed.
"Stop, guys!" Jack said, "You can't have a good argument if I'm not in the fight!"
Suddenly, the song "Rockstar" started playing on Brock's phone. (A/N- the Nickelback version) Brock picked it up and held it to his ear. "Killer Beez recording studio, manager Brock Obsidian speaking… Oh, hey, lil' sis… What?! Oh, no… Okay… Okay…Sure, I'll be there soon. Love ya. Bye."
"What happened?" Kenny asked.
"My little sister Sara called and told me that Ben's pen exploded in the dryer. I gotta go help clean up. I'll see you guys tomorrow at three for our writing session." Brock said as he shut his computer and took off.
It was quiet for a minute. Then Jack asked, "What blew up in the dryer?"
"A pen." Ash explained. (A/N- OMG! Ash said something smart!)
Kenny sighed. "Well, there's no point in trying to continue practice with out Brock. I'll see you guys later." He left, too.
"Why does he always use big words?" Ash grumbled.
"He does have a point, though." Jack said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Ash and Drew exchanged looks. "I'm bored." Drew said.
"I'm hungry," Ash moaned, putting a hand over his stomach.
Drew smirked. "Ash, you're always hungry."
"Whatever," Ash went over to his case and gently placed his guitar inside. "I'm going to go get something to eat."
"Enjoy." Drew lazily waved goodbye to his friend and put his guitar away. Then he walked into his house. His father, Derek, was sitting at the kitchen table, working on his laptop. Derek was the boss of a small software company, Maxwell Enterprises. He looked up and smiled at his son.
"Hey Drew," He said, "You guys sounded good today."
"Thanks." Drew said as he went over to the refridgerator. "Do we have any soda?"
"You should have something healthier, son," Derek frowned. "So much soda isn't good for you."
"I'm sixteen. Besides, Ash eats, like, five times more than me and he's in pretty good shape." Drew countered.
His line worked; Derek laughed. "I've always wondered where he puts it all. Fine, you can have one. Oh, and can you go and get your sister for me?"
"Sure." Drew shrugged. He grabbed a can of root beer and went upstairs. He deposited his guitar and drink in his room and went down the hallway to his thirteen year old sister Deena's room. Loud pop music was blasting from her CD player. Rolling his eyes, he pushed open the door without knocking. He nearly fell over laughing.
Deena Maxwell was wearing a denim jacket over a pink tank top and pink shorts. Her shoulder length green hair was tucked behind her ears, her light green eyes sparkling as she sang into a hairbrush:
"These are headstrong, crazy days
When your mind's made up
And the music plays
Headstrong can you feel the beat?
Meltdown can you feel the heat?
Meltdown, It's not a crush
In a hot, hot room,
We're in a rush
Headstrong can you feel the beat?
Meltdown can you feel the heat?"
As the song ended, Drew said, "I wish I had gotten a picture of that."
Deena screamed. "DREW, YOU BUTT!!" (A/N- that's my favorite insult!)
"Hey, what band is that?" Drew asked. In her fury, Deena threw the CD case at his head. Quick- thinking Drew caught it just before it hit his face. There were four girls on the cover, illuminated by a faint, iridescent light.
And that, in fact, was the name of the band. Written across the top in golden, glossy letters was the word Iridescent.
Drew snorted. "C'mon, Deena, listen to something good."
"That is good!" Deena cried, snatching the case from his hand. She pointed to the girls on the cover. "Bethany Anderson plays drums, Dawn Francisco plays the keys, Misty Waterflower plays bass, and May Maple plays the guitar and lead vocals. Bethany, Dawn, and Misty all do the background vocals. And they're all sixteen, like the guys in your band!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Dad wants you downstairs." Drew walked out of the room and back to his. He lay back on his dark green bedspread and looked around his room. His guitar case leaned against his, which was covered in papers of music, lyrics, and his computer. Hanging next to his window was his calendar, showing today's date of June 7. Covering nearly every inch of the walls were posters of Drew's favorite bands: Bowling for Soup, Maroon5, Linkin Park, OneRepublic,… the list went on and on.
Drew ran a hand through his hair and picked up a magazine that had an interview with the singer Antonio Maleke. (pronounced Mal-ee-kay). Taking a gulp of his soda, he opened it to page 58 and read:
Magazine: So, Antonio, after winning the game show Johto Idol, your life's changed quite a bit!
Antonio: Yeah, definitely! Traveling on the road, meeting so many new people, performing every night… it's incredible!
Magazine: Not to mention, the ladies are going crazy! How do you feel about this new popularity?
Antonio: Um, it's nice, but sometimes the fandom gets a little out of hand.
Magazine: Any ladies caught your eye yet?
Antonio: I've actually had my eyes on a certain girl for a while. I won't give any more info.
Magazine: Could it be one of the girls from the popular band, Iridescent?
Antonio: No! We're all just friends! Actually, I heard that the girls were starting their first major tour in
Suddenly, a scream from downstairs made Drew jump about a foot in the air. Slamming his half-finished soda onto his bedside table, he sprinted downstairs to the kitchen, where Derek sat looking slightly bewildered.
"What happened?" Drew asked. Then he saw Deena, squealing and jumping up and down ecstatically.
"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!!" She was screaming, "Tickets!! Tomorrow night! Iridescent is coming to La Rousse!"
Oooooohh! Iridescent is coming!
Drew: What's so great about that? May will be here.
Amv: You know you miss her.
Drew: I do not -blushes-
Amv: bashful boy.
Drew:…Shut up.
Ash: I'm still hungry!
Jack: You're the weirdest best friend ever…
May: When do I come in?
Amv: like Chapter 3 or something.
May/Drew: What?!
Amv: I thought you didn't miss her, Drew.
Drew:… SHUT UP!!
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