Four months later
"Ooh." Chelsea sang, as she peaked outside of our kitchen window. Our kitchen was on the front side of our apartment, so it faced the street we lived on. It was our only entrance and exit to our apartment. Chelsea was practically falling into the sink, trying to catch a peak, at whatever sparked her attention outside. I walked over to the sink, and stepped on my toes.
"Ooh?" I laughed. She didn't turn to look at me, she just kept her eyes glued outside.
"Oooh." She sang, even longer. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. She laughed a little. "Smoking."
"Smoking?" I laughed, again. She nodded and licked her lips. I watched her creep on whatever, or whoever was outside before walking over to our front door, curiosity getting the best of me.
Across the street from us, there was another apartment building, managed by the same landlord as us, Pat Grover. The building was almost identical to ours, except it was dark red, and the front porch seemed to be smaller than ours. It was a duplex, just like ours, and two families had lived there. One of them had moved out about two months ago, due to the constant fighting the other family performed on almost a nightly basis. The mother, Kristi, had two young twin girls and lived alone. Her fiance' was off in the war, so she pretty much lived alone. She didn't feel safe, so she ended up moving out. I never talked to her, but Chelsea baby sat the twins every other weekend, when Kristi had to work the night shift at the hospital, so Chelsea was able to get some good information out of her.
I couldn't see much. Just a black van, and a Uhaul. I could see the backs of some guys, as they all worked together, bringing in a black couch. I didn't get where Chelsea was trying to say they were hot. You couldn't even see any of their faces!
Oh. You might be wondering about what happened to her and Neil, right? They "broke up" after the first week of the trial, well, that's what she told us; but she wasn't telling the truth. They were secretly dating behind all of our backs. It went on for a while, before Chelsea decided to end it, after Ryan walked in on her and Neil making out, in Chelsea's hotel room. She's been dating two other guys on and off (not at the same time of course), since then. Mainly, using them when she wanted to get some. Yeah, Chelsea of All We Know, isn't so innocent.
"You can't even see their faces." I snorted, as I twisted the blind ,I had been looking out of, back to it's original position. Chelsea was still at the sink, staring. I walked over and sat on the counter right by the sink. "Besides, you have Chris and Tony." She looked up right then, I fought back a smile. Chels hated when anybody mentioned her two lovers. She shot me a dirty look.
"Shut it. Let's go see them, see if they needed any help." She replied, with a small wink. I rolled my eyes and shot her a look this time.
"They have a van. Creepers."
"We have a van. Not creepers."
I chuckled. "We're in a band, they're not." She moved away from the sink, more towards the center of the kitchen. She crossed her arms.
"How do you know? Besides, it's been ages since you've seen anybody. You know what Elizabeth said to that fat-"
"Lynn, and she's not fat."
"Right, whatever. You know what Elizabeth said to Lynn in Bad Teacher, about those cowboys. You need-"
"Kay. I get what you're saying!" I shouted. She laughed and dashed to the door. I listened as the door squeaked open, and shut. I sat there for a few minutes, fighting the idea of whether I should go check out these new guys, or not. Finally, after a few minutes, I sighed as I got up. Already, dashing to the door.
Chels was already across the street when I stepped out, onto the porch. She was talking to one of the guys, his back to me. I rolled my eyes and watched them for a few minutes, before hurrying across the street.
"Woah, small world. Yeah, we're going too." The guy, who's back was to me, said to Chels. She smiled and clapped her hands.
"That's sweet!" She chirped. The guy laughed, and turned around as I approached them.
"Woah, you're Jessica Hart, right?" He interrogated. I raised my eyebrow and nodded. I would be lying if I said, I was never spotted in public, but it was never often and never for good reasons. I just smiled a little.
"Yeah, hey. You are?"
He smiled and held his hand out. "Andrew Wright, of In Friends We Trust. I play bass." I shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you." I replied poiletly. I shot my eyes over to Chelsea, who stuck her tongue out, and gave me that, I told you so, look.
"I'm guessing you never heard of us?" He laughed. I laughed a little and nodded.
"I haven't looked up new bands in while, I've been busy getting ready for tour this summer." I replied. He nodded.
"Yeah, that's what we've been doing, well; until we moved that is." He muttered. I only nodded again, not knowing what else to say. Suddenly, a loud crash came from inside the apartment. We all looked over to towards the door of the apartment. Laughing trailed from inside the apartment.
"Riley! What the hell man?!" A guy yelled. Clearly, Riley was the one laughing.
"What!?" Riley yelled back, still laughing.
"We can't afford to ruin these floors man! Oh God!"
"Dude, relax! It's fine!" Riley shouted back, not laughing this time.
"You almost got my foot, man." Another guy, with a deeper voice, replied. I watched the door of the apartment for a few minutes, hoping one of the guys from inside would come out, that way I would be able to place each voice with a face, but no one came out.
"Idiots." Andrew muttered suddenly. I turned around to look at him, he chuckled a little.
"Band mates." Chels and I echoed, before winking at each other. Andrew only smiled, and walked away from us, and into the apartment. We stood there on the lawn, only looking at each other, before moving our eyes to the door.
"Guys! There's a band that lives across the street from us!" Andrew shouted.
"Woah, what!?" The other voices echoed, before the sound of shoes hitting tile filled the air. Four other guys walked outside. They were all pretty tall and lanky, except for one guy, he was kinda chubby and all tatted up. Andrew came out last.
"I'm Riley." The guy, who was closest to the door, introduced. He had black hair and his ears were stretched, but not too bad. Just a little. He had a tattoo on his hand. Chels and I only nodded.
"I'm AJ. Nice to meet you!" The guy, to the left of Riley, introduced. He was dark skinned, and he had medium sized, stretched ears. He was the owner of the deep voice. Chels and I nodded again.
"Brad." The guy to the right of Riley mumbled. He was dirty blonde, that ranged more on the brown side, with what looked to be a cowlick. He wasn't smiling like the rest of the guys were, instead he was frowning and looked anxious. We, once again, nodded.
"Mitch!" The guy to the right of Brad, shouted. He was the chunkier guy. He sported a Boston Bruins hat on his head, he was the most tatted of the group besides Andrew.
"I'm obviously Andrew." Andrew laughed. Chels and I chuckled a little.
"Nice to meet, ya'll. Where are you from?" Chels asked.
"Boston." Mitch replied. Chels and I nodded.
"Woah, wait! You're the band that has beef with A Day To Remember!" AJ gasped. I froze and from the corner of my eye, Chels was rolling her eyes.
"We're more than that." She snapped. I smiled a little. Riley punched AJ in the arm, who hit him back.
"Dude, that was two years ago. Let it go." Riley hissed. AJ sighed and frowned. He walked off the porch towards us.
"I'm sorry, really I am. I was just curious." He stated. I only shrugged.
"It happens. You're not going to throw bottles at us, are you?" I chuckled. Chels punched me in the arm this time, I turned to look at her. She was giving me the dirtiest look ever; hey, it's not like I was lying, I was being honest. We've gotten bottled at least a dozen times, by angry ADTR fans, and some PTV fans. It happens.
AJ only laughed. "Of course not."
"Good. Nobody wants to live across the street from some angry fan girl." Was all I said with a wink.
*A/N: Once again, sorry about no update in a long time. :( I don't think I'll be updating too often, of course that's not a promise, just a warning. School is what is going to keep me busy. :/
I don't think there is a band out there called In Friends In Trust, but either way, the one mentioned in this story is obviously fake. :P I just looked through my iTunes and came across that song by Chunk! No, Captain Chunk! I thought it made a nice band name. Thanks for reading. :)