As Michael rounded the corner, I saw it. It was the old trashed '69 Mustang that we had been working on before I left. Only, it wasn't trashed anymore… Instead of the rusty chipping dull blue paint it had before, it was a shiny, glossy black.

I jumped off Michael's back and ran up to it, dumping my bag on the lawn, and ran my hand up the cool exterior and looked at the interior, the seats were no longer, the ugly, grayish carpet feeling, material it had been, now it was smooth dark leather.

I turned to Michael, who was smirking, and tried to word the thought running through my head, but only one word came out, "Wow…" and Michael started to laugh out loud.

I seemed to get my senses back and asked, "Who helped you finish? JD," JD was the drummer in Michael's band; they had started it when Michael was a freshman (landing me in 8th grade), other than me, JD was Michael's best friend. Originally, one of my friend's, Brody, Michael's god brother, had been the keyboardist, but he got too annoying. Next was Sheena Cox, she soon graduated. Then, they asked me and I said yes, and I moved 6 months later, but we made our first CD. (A/n: Katie is 16 in this fic.)

Michael nodded and I started to rock back and forth on my heels, "So… When do I get to drive it?"

"Oh no, n-" Michael started.

"Wha- Why! I helped build it!" I argued back, I wasn't about to let down.

"Because, you can't see over the steering wheel." Michael smirked at me, and I glared.

"True," I said as I picked up my bag and unlocked the house and walked through, "But, I'm probably a better driver." I smirked as I put my keys back in my pocket and walked down the hall to dump my bag in my room.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Michael yelled as he shut the door and sat down on the couch in the living room, "Want to go visit the band?"

"Sure, just let me change into my comfort clothes," I yelled back.

I took off my black Slipknot shirt and pulled on a baggy long sleeved Murderdolls shirt, and my baggy black pants and put on some really baggy bondage shorts (including a belt so they wouldn't fall down) and pulled on my black combat boots. I walked into the bathroom and took out my contacts and put on my glasses. The band knew that I wore them and wouldn't laugh or say anything. Grabbed my keys out of the pants I had been wearing and shoved them into the ones I had on now.

I walked out into the living room, grabbed a pen and some paper and wrote a quick note to my mother, telling her where I had gone and with whom I had gone with.

"Come on! Let's go!" I said while practically bounced off the walls.

"Okay, okay, calm down, Super Ball." Michael got up off the couch and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the keys and we walked out the door, locking it behind us.

I ran across the yard and hopped into the car, silently giggling to myself. The first time of being in the car I helped build with my best friend. Michael walked over to the driver's side and got in, put the keys in the ignition and reeved the engine to life and backed out into the street and away we were!

Shout outs:

LovinRKO – I'm glad you like the whole Micky thing, he really is my bestfriend. And I might bring up characters, but I'm thinking that maybe Crystal moved… I don't know, thanks for reviewing!

Addie – Lol! I don't know how often I update, I don't have time limits on my chapters because if I do I get all stressed and unstable and literally fall apart, so no time limits. Sorry. Thanks for reviewing

UnlovedBandNerd – So… You're in band too, rock on. Band rules. Lol. Thanks for reviewing.

Dream of the Dragons – No, I don't! Lol! I can't help the chapters being short, because if I don't update soon I forget everything. Sorry, anyway. Thanks for reviewing!

Author's note:

Thanks for everyone reviewing and this chapter was fun to write. That's all I really have to say… so THANKS AND GOOD NIGHT!

Goth Musician