A/N: One of my favorite stories I'm working on right now. Okay so here's chapter two. This doesn't really go along with the show, I just pulled out the stuff that I wanted really from this chapter. (remember this episode with Sav and his dad and all that drama? Yeah I know it was last summer, this idea's been in my head for ages) So this story doesn't really follow the show, but I am working on another one that does more, with the same OC and everything, that just goes along with the show more. Because at the end of this story...well, no spoilers:) But that idea popped into my head and I had no control almost of what I was wrriting, and it's really not how I envisioned this story. So if you like this, I'll continue to work on the other one to be posted after this one is complete. If not...well, I'll probably still post it, you just don't have to read it:) So here's chapter two...and I want more reviews than last time please? Reviews make me happy...

Ch. 2

Katlyn and I became inseparable. We were best friends. A few weeks later we entered a contest together to win four tickets and backstage passes to the Deadhand reunion concert.

"You have a teeshirt for every band you like, don't you?" I asked jokingly when she came that day before the contest started. She was wearing a Deadhand shirt.

"Yep. I do. And I am prepared to win this thing. And don't worry, I'll take you with me," she said.

"Dream on, I'm winning!" he exclaimed. When the student president, Sav, began the contest, me and Katlyn were the first ones with our hands on the truck. We stood in the parking lot for hours as random people I didn't know were eliminated for stupid reasons. Obviously it was going to be one of us who won. Unless it was Eli, who was going to desperate measures to insure his victory. Katlyn didn't seem to mind. She was sure it would be her. Eli tried many things to get her to get her hand off the truck, even biting it, which I thought was extremely gross, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

"Oh, come on, how can that not bug you? How can you not want to get my gross germs off your hand?" he asked her. "I should warn you, I just got over the flu..."

"Yeah right, I don't believe you for a second. And if I do get sick from this, I'll hurt you, don't think I won't."

"You may dress tough, but I doubt you can hurt me, especially with only one hand on the truck."

Katlyn pretended to be beat, but anyone could tell it was an act. She then turned around to face me instead of Eli.

Eli stepped close to her so he could whisper in her ear. "Gotcha," he said. She smiled, and I knew he made a mistake. Katlyn elbowed him in the ribs so hard he lost his balance and almost took his hand off the truck. I looked at Sav and his vice president Holly J, neither of which were doing anything to stop them from fighting, but were instead watching with amused faces. Well, what WAS the worst they could do to each other with one hand on a truck?

Since none of us would take our hands off, and Sav had to get the truck back to his dad, the three of us decided to go to the concert and pawn off the fourth ticket, splitting the profits. We ended up selling it for two hundred dollars, and splitting it as evenly as we could.

Eli drove us to the concert in his car, a hearse of all kinds. Katlyn seemed to like it, though.

"Why do you drive around in a hearse?" I asked him.

"I...it's just a cool car." It was clear he didn't want to discuss it.

Katlyn was digging through the box where he kept his CD's and found one she liked. It was Deadhand, of all CD's she could choose. Probably on purpose, I thought.

Katlyn and Eli talked in the front seat all the way there. I was in the back and couldn't help feeling a bit jealous whenever she would laugh at something he said. I didn't know why I felt like this. She was my best friend, it wasn't like I liked her. I didn't think so, anyway. She just...understood me like no one else, not even my step brother.

When we got to the concert, all jealousy was forgotten and we had fun. Eli dropped us off at our houses after the concert, which we had discovered were right across the street from each other. I thought I may have found a group of friends where I could be myself, without worrying what they would think if they found out my secret.