(A/N – This is an ok chapter, but I'll let you decide for yourself since you could be a reviewer! Thanks to the reviewers! Please R&R! Thanks! Cya down below!)

¤ Riddle–Me-That – Dude! Beagles are soooo cute! lol... I have a yellow lab, but I've always loved those dogs! Haha...

¤ Arsinoe Selene - Lindsay, Jessica, JP, Holly, and myself are like the hugest Linkin Park fans ever! Everyday after school, Lindsay, Jessica, and me pick a song and start screaming it! It's like our ritual thingy! lol...shh!

¤ fanficdramaqueen - If you loved the first chapter, just wait until you read the rest! Much more laughter to come for you! Enjoy it and use imagination!

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: "Oh! Cappuccino!"

We tried our best to control the excitement running through our veins as Jessica opened that door. Then, our idol walked in – Chester Bennington. It was like he was a god or something..
"Hey," Chester said to Jessica. Jessica smiled ear to ear and looked over at us, at which point she fainted. They walked up to us.
"What's up?" Mike asked. No reply – just stares of amazement and drool from the five of us. After a minute, they finally caught on. They smiled.
"Big fans, huh?" Rob asked.
"Looks like it," Chester said, examining us. "You know where are cymbals are? We can get you tickets and backstage passes to tonight's show for their safe return..."
"Backstage passes?!" Lindsay bellowed in Chester's face (good goin', doofus...), coming out of her trance. "Are you serious?!"
"Sure... why not?" Chester said, wiping his face off from Lindsay's spit shower (eww...). "Er... how about hose cymbals?"
"Jack must still have them," I said. "I'll go get 'em." I started towards the kitchen when the door swung open (inches from killing me!), and Holly and the pirates came out of the kitchen. Holly merely walked out unharmed while the pirates were in yet another pile. Chester, Rob, and Mike raised an eyebrow, and Holly started drinking what looked like a smoothie.
"You have got to try this!" Holly said, walking up to me.
"Holly-"
"It's got kiwi and banana-"
"Holly-"
"-strawberry and coconut-"
"Holly-"
"And you wanna know what else? Jack made it! Cool, huh?"
"HOLLY!" I bellowed.
"What?'
"Meet the hotness known as Chester," I said. Holly turned her head to see Chester, Rob, and Mike, and gave a small smile.
"Oh, hello," she said politely. "As I was saying... Jack threw all this fruit in a blender and... holy crap! It's Chester!" she screamed. Her smoothie slipped from her hand and flooded the floor around us. Holly gaped at them, and Lindsay and I tried to get her out of the trance we were in a short time ago.
"Ye' know, luv, I made that fer ye', and all ye' can do is be a picaroon and drop it!" Jack said as he, Will, and Elizabeth stood. Mike eyed them suspiciously.
"What's with the-"
"JONAH AND THE WHALE!" we heard the unconscious Jessica scream from the corner. We figured she'd been so used to hearing the question, it was like her new reflex or something. Jessica's voice faded back into silence, and Mike widened his eyes at us.
"You won't be hearing from me anymore..." Mike said slowly. Now it was Jack's turn to observe and cross-examine. Jack walked up to Chester. We all held our breath; with all the crazy things Jack has done, what will he do to Chester?
"Ye' look familiar..." Jack said, circling Chester. "Have I threatened you before?" Chester smiled and gave a small laugh.
"What a card!" Chester said (not the reaction we were expecting, but...ok). "I like people like you, Jack-"
"Captain Jack Sparrow if you don't mind," Jack said. Chester's smile faded a bit.
"Yes, well... the cymbals?" Rob asked.
"Oh yeah!" Lindsay said. She went running into the kitchen to retrieve the cymbals (after she went running into the wall next to the kitchen door... what a loser...). We heard her scream and then the crashing of pots. The band members looked up at us.
"She ok?" Chester asked.
"Uh... we'll check!" I said, grabbing Holly's wrist and dragging her along side me. Of course, she rebels... as usual...
"Hey! I want an autograph!" Holly said as I pulled her into the kitchen.
"Lindsay! Cymbals! Now!" I said. We pulled her to her feet, and Holly grabbed the cymbals that were on the counter top. We rushed out of the kitchen stumbling over more pots, pans, ect. Holly ran over to them eagerly, and she thrusted the cymbals out to them.
"Here!" she said happily.
"Say thanks," Chester said. "Ya know, not a bad bunch. Let's do dinner tonight before the concert. Just meet us in our room around five..."

-- 3 hours later --

"Yes, you heard me. One of everything on the menu to suite 16," Jessica told the room service director over the phone. The rest of us were on the other side of the room watching television as Jessica continued to have her complication with room service...
"Why do I want so much food? I dunno... maybe I'm hungry!" she yelled into the phone. "I can afford it!"
"I want a Big Mac Lindsay said from over beside the TV.
"Oh, and I want a Big Mac, too..." Jessica's voice trailed off a moment to listen to room service. Then, she exploded (no, not like a bomb...).
"Look here, buttface! I paid good money to stay in this dump you call a hotel! I expect good room service and a Big Mac in this room in fifteen minutes, or I'll sue! Got it?! And yes, I want fries with that!"
Jessica slammed the phone down on the receiver angrily, and let out a frustrated sigh as she plopped down on the end of the bed next to me, Will, and Holly. I started to laugh.
"Buttface?" I asked her.
"Well, yeah. I had to ridicule them!" Jessica said. "I wanted a Big Mac!"
"That Big Mac's for me!" Lindsay said. Jessica sighed again.
"Well geez! I should've gotten two then!" she said.
"Three..." JP murmured.
"Ugh..."

-- 20 minutes later --

We walked back up the corridor eating McDonald's. Jessica was hitting on the cashier, and we were sort of thrown out... we're getting used to it, though. JP unlocked the boys' room, and we stepped inside. In front of us was a mountain of food from room service.
"Oops..." Jessica said. "I forgot..."
"What are ye' gonna do with all this food?" Jack asked.
"Oh! Cappuccino!" Holly said, picking it up off the cart next to her. Lindsay, Jessica, and I exchanged evil grins. We thought of a good way to put it to use...

-- 2:15 PM --

"Lindsay! Hurry up!" I yelled. "If I don't wash my hair soon, I'll be known as Junkfood Head!" I pounded again on the bathroom door, but Lindsay didn't respond. "C'mon!" I squealed.
"Let's go, Lindsay!" Jessica said. "You've had your shower! Get out of there!"
"You don't want in here..." Lindsay said slowly.
"Why? Water cold?" Holly asked.
"No..."
"Then why not?!" I asked.
"Uh..."
"Lindsay! Open this door right now!" I yelled.
"No!"
"Lindsay Arvin, you better open this door!"
"You don't want in!"
"Why?!"
"Look down and take one wild guess," Lindsay said. Holly, Jessica, and I looked down at the floor. Now I knew exactly why Lindsay didn't want us in there – the toilet was clogged.
"Eww!" Holly said. We ran into the boys' room for refuge from the sewer-soaked carpets in our room. We notified room service (who wasn't entirely thrilled to hear this... who would be?), and I was able to finally get cleaned up. With nothing to wear and our pockets loaded, we decided to go to our favorite store – Hot Topic.

-- 5 PM --

It was great. It felt like we had had a quick makeover or something. We were dressed in clothes like the band wore. Baggy shirts and pants, and it was really cool how Will was wearing a black T-shirt with a pirate flag on it. That just made Lindsay go crazy there...
We stood in front of the door that concealed Linkin Park behind it. We were trying our best to control our excitement, but it wasn't working.
"Oh, c'mon..." Jack said. "Are they really that bloody fascinating? I'm better than them." Us five teenagers looked back at Jack. Jack was shocked to see that we weren't amused, and Will reached for the doorknob.
"Straighten up, Jack," I said. "This is Chester! Chester Bennington! He's great and he is so good-looking..."
"Oh, yes..." Jack said sarcastically. "Mr. Chester Norrington is so wonderful! Let's give him a bloody cookie!" Jack said. I hinted some jealousy in that remark.
"It's Bennington, not Norrington..." Lindsay said. Jack's eyes widened.
"NORRINGTON?!" he shouted. "Norrington is in there?!"
"No! No!" Jessica said. "It's not Norrington!" We tried to quiet Jack and calm him down. His rage about Norrington wasn't going away, though.
"I'll kill him!" Jack said.
"Jack, calm down!" Elizabeth said. Jack drew his sword.
"C'mon.. I'll take him down with one hit! He's a bigger welp than Will!"
"Hey!" Will said. "I'll hit you!"
"Will, not a good time..." JP said. The door opened and Mike widened his eyes as Jack pounced on him.
"Die, Norrington!" Jack yelled. Mike was soon screaming, and some of the other band members helped him up. We pinned Jack to the floor, and Lindsay and I sat on him. When Chester came out of the bathroom, he was sorta puzzled (who wouldn't be?).
"Yeah... um.... Ready to go?" Chester asked.

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