Hey guys! StrawberryAngel and Balloonkiller here. StrawberryAngel's doing the actual typing because balloonkiller is very lazy. Anyway, we're attempting to write a Cody Simpson story that will probably suck but whatever. Please review!
Story starts with Brianna and Kamille being on a plane on their way to Los Angeles for summer vacation. They have been flying for hours. Oh, and there are some issues with the first chapter.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," shouted Brianna, bouncing up and down in her seat as Kamille tried to paint her nails for the billionth time. "I'm so freaking excited!"
"Brianna," said Kamille calmly. "If you don't stop acting like a ten year old, I'm taking these tickets and shoving them somewhere that tickets should not go."
"Tickets?" Brianna asked, her eyes wide. "Tickets to what?"
Kamille waved two black and white tickets in front of Brianna's face, watching as her head turned to follow the tickets with her eyes. She smirked.
"I guess you'll have to be quiet to find out," she said as she blew on the black nail polish.
Brianna pretended to lock her mouth with a key, but continued bouncing. The quiet lasted about thirty seconds before she started talking again.
"What are the tickets for?" She asked. "Please tell me."
"Nope," said Kamille, as the other passengers groaned. Brianna had been talking the entire flight, and the thirty seconds of quiet had been extremely peaceful.
"Tell me," she begged, pulling on Kamille's wrist.
"Shut up," yawned Kamille, putting in headphones. Brianna could hear the pulsing sounds of Big Time Rush through the speakers on Kamille's headphones.
Brianna sighed gustily and slumped down in her seat. She was so excited to be going to Los Angeles for a parent-free vacation with her cousin, who happened to be her best friend. But did the flight have to be so long?
She unraveled a pair of headphones and stuck them in her ears. She smiled as Cody Simpson's All Day came on, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
"Wake up before I kick you in a place that you don't want to be kicked," commanded a voice as a headphone was yanked out of her ear.
Brianna's brown eyes snapped open.
"Not there," she said, in fear.
"Yes there," whispered Kamille.
"I'm awake," she said at once.
"Good," said Kamille, stretching lightly. Her blue tank top rose along her stomach, and Brianna reached out and fixed it absently.
"Why'd you wake me up anyway?" She asked, smoothing the pink skirt that she'd matched with a black tank top and a pair of ballet slippers. When Kamille had found that she planned to wear a pink skirt and ballet slippers at the same time, she had intervened and told Brianna that if she didn't wear at least some black she would have to sit with someone else on the plane.
Brianna hated strangers.
"Because we're in Los Angeles," said Kamille unexcitedly.
"OH MY GOD!" Screamed Brianna, as she resumed bouncing. "Seriously? Let's go find Cody Simpson!" She grabbed her Hello-Kitty backpack and ran off the plane, leaving Kamille to pick up her black and green skull-covered tote bag, as she shook her head in disappointment.
Kamille gathered her things, swinging her hair over her shoulder as she followed Brianna off the plane. She was met instantly with Brianna, who was holding their luggage already. Even with her arms full of bags, she was still bouncing like an idiot.
"Come on!" Screamed Brianna, grabbing her cousin's hand and running out of the airport. Kamille sighed again, and allowed herself to be dragged.
The girls go to the hotel, and checked in. Brianna was taking a shower while Kamille unpacked everything.
"So what are the tickets for?" Asked Brianna, coming out of the bathroom. She was tugging on a light blue crop top with a star on it over her denim shorts and light pink tank top.
"I'm still not going to tell you," said Kamille.
"Please?" Begged Brianna. "Do you want to see me cry?"
"Hmm…" said Kamille, actually thinking about it. "Sure. Lets see what you got."
"Kamille!"
"Brianna!"
"Kamille!"
"Brianna! …Stop acting six."
"JUST TELL ME!"
"Get your shoes on and you'll find out," demanded Kamille.
"Really?" Asked Brianna. "Yay!" She clapped. But I need to do my hair first."
"Ugh," Kamille stomped her foot. "You're such a girl."
"Yeah I am," said Brianna proudly over the noise of the blow drier.
Kamille waited and waited while Brianna dried her hair and side braided it. Then she waited a little bit more while Brianna fussed with makeup. Then she waited even longer while Brianna struggled with her blue high tops.
"Okay, done," she said, looking at Kamille. She had changed into a green graphic t shirt with 'I REALLY HATE YOU' written on it and a pair of skinny jeans. The girls looked at each other. It was strange how different they were, but yet they were the same.
"Okay, come on," said Kamille and Brianna skipped behind her. They got a cab outside and soon they were at a huge concert hall.
"Ready to find out what the tickets are for?" Kamille asked, as they stepped ahead of everyone in line.
"Don't we have to wait?" Asked Brianna, her big brown eyes widening in confusion.
"Nope. Not when we have backstage passes to a Cody Simpson and Greyson Chance concert. Ready to meet them?"