I personally love this chapter. I don't know, it just seems pretty exciting to me. PLEASE ENJOY!

Chad

After a few hours deciding not to wait for fun to find me, I headed for a local music store. Hey, lots of freaks hang out there. There was bound to be something exciting.

And there was. While I was browsing the Alternative section, after having decided all the pop was lame, I bumped into this girl with crazy hair. I mean, crazy. It was bleached white and long-layered, teased at the top and had different neon-colored streaks in it. The girl had decorated it with small black bows and was wearing an Owl City t-shirt and zebra skinny jeans.

"Whoa, sorry."

"Mmhmm," she replied with attitude as she put her hand on her hip and returned to browsing. I know, right? Not so interesting. Until her cell phone rang. "Hiyas, it be Vivi. Laylin? Yeah…yeah…"

She talked with her friend for awhile, walking away from me, and I heard her almost shout, "What? No! But we were supposed to go together!" After some desperate conversation, she closed her phone and looked at me, and I could practically see her thinking.

"I'm Vivi Violence. Nice to meet." She extended an arm. Violence?

"Chad Dylan Cooper."

"Oh, yeah," she remarked, looking as if she was trying to remember something. "You're on that…one show…you're kind of a big deal, huh?"

Did she think I was a joke? "Yeah." I crossed my arms.

"Okay, so I know we like just met and all, but…I've got three concerts to go to and my bestie can't make it. So…would you mind taking her tickets?"

Was this chick for real? Well, it would be an interesting adventure. "Um…I guess…well, who are you seeing?"

"Oh, we're seeing Emery twice and then MCR. And we might go see Dance Gavin Dance. So…what do you think?"

I'd heard of My Chemical Romance; that was about it. Four concerts? "All in one day?"

She laughed. She laughed! The audacity! "I can tell you haven't done this often. No, we're going to them all on different days, obv, and Sally's gonna see if we can all manage to pull off following Attack Attack for a week…"

"Who's 'we all'?"

"Oh, Jack Skell, Sally, Pete Poison, Gabe Guillotine, Crystal Corpse, Bonnie Bones, Bonnie Bloodlust, and me. And you if you want to come."

I stared at her. What the hell kinds of names were those? And that was a whole lot of people. "Why do you need me to come? I mean, one less person, you know?"

"But eight is unlucky for me! Would you mind terribly?"

"Don't you have other friends?"

"They're trying to sneak into The Classic Crime's concert on the other side of the country! And Laylin Lovett was supposed to come but her mom found out about…well…you don't really need to know…" I stared at her like she was completely insane. Because she was. Then she interlocked her fingers and put a pleading expression on her face, snake bites on her bottom lip quivering. "Please!" she half-whispered.

"Fine." She jumped up and down and clapped.

"Yes! Oh, and one more thing…do you have a car?"

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It was five thirty. Where was she? I checked the address again on my phone and looked behind me again at the court. She had told me to wait at the corner of the entrance and she would be right there.

Then I heard some shouting and a door slam from the house on the corner. "TIFFANY JACKSON YOU COME OUT OF THERE THIS MINUTE!"

"NO! GO AWAY!" Vivi shouted. After some more yelling from who I assumed was her mother, I saw the window closes to me on the second story open, and a head poke out. She smiled at me and waved, holding up one finger and disappearing again. Something long and hot pink slinked out the window, stopping at about five feet from the ground, and I could see Vivi climbing down it, finally dropping herself to the ground and making a mad dash for my car.

What had I gotten myself into?

"Hey! Thanks for coming!" she said breathlessly as she clambered into the passenger's seat. "If you wouldn't mind flooring it?"