CHAPTER ONE

Thirteen-year-old Corey Riffin strummed a chord on his electric guitar. The afternoon was quiet and steamy, a typical summer day in Peaceville, Ohio, and there was absolutely nothing going on. The blue-haired teen gazed around his garage, taking in the awesomeness of being bored for just a minute, and then sighed. Really loudly.

"There's nothing to do," he announced to his friends and bandmates, who were lounging around doing practically the same thing as Corey was. He flopped backwards and lay across the stage, letting his heavy guitar slide off of his shoulder and onto the floor. The thud caused Corey's best friend Laney Penn to look in his direction.

"No kidding, Core," she agreed, her fingers sliding up and down the neck of her bass. "I'm so bored my brain is turning into mush. Are we here to practice or what?"

"Yeah, but it's too hot to do anything," complained Kon Kujira, the band's drummer. He was on the couch, mashing handfuls of chips into his mouth. "And my drums are still all sweaty from yesterday's practice."

Corey sighed again, letting his gaze creep back to Laney. She'd returned to her instrument and was plucking out a smooth bass line from one of his songs – Corey wasn't sure whether it was one the band had given lyrics yet or not. He watched her head bob in time to the music until her eyes shifted up to meet his.

It was kind of awkward…for multiple reasons. He felt a blush creeping up the back of his neck and was glad his lucky orange hat covered any of it Laney might have seen.

"What? Is there something in my hair?" Laney asked. She reached up and felt around her scalp for any unwanted objects. To diffuse the obvious tension, Corey laughed.

"Nope, you look all right, Lanes. Just listening to that wicked tune you were playing," he said. Laney cocked an eyebrow, like she wasn't sure she believed him, but returned to her playing. It seemed to meld perfectly with the summer air, like a background track in a movie.

Corey peeled himself off of the stage and walked over to see what Kin, Kon's twin brother, was doing, Kin had a gift for the scientific, and inventing crazy machines was no exception. Today he was twisting wires into a device shaped like an oversize wristwatch. The smaller boy flinched as Corey's shadow loomed over him. 'I'm almost done, I'm almost done," he panted. "Just a few more adjustments…"

Corey plucked the object out of his friend's hands and examined it. "What does this thing do?" he asked, poking at tiny buttons that adorned the space where a watch face would normally go. "Is it some kind of upgraded time machine?"

Kin turned around, reaching for the device. "It's not done yet!" he explained. "But it's a teleportation device. Give it back so I can complete the finishing touches!"

Corey held the tiny machine up to the light. "Wicked! How does it work?"

"I haven't tested it," Kin said, yanking it out of Corey's hands, "but it should take you wherever you want to go. When it's done." He looked pointedly at Corey, his eyes beady behind his thick glasses, then returned to whatever nerdy stuff he had to do to complete the machine.

Kon, his bag of potato chips empty, clapped his hands together. "Maybe we'll see our future selves again," he said cheerfully, peering over his brother's shoulder.

Kin smiled. "Yeah, that'd be great!"

As the brothers bantered, Corey returned to the stage and picked up his guitar. Slinging the strap over his head, he began jamming along to Laney's bass line, adding riffs and slides when they felt right. It sounded good.

Just then, a door slammed open above the garage. "WOULD YOU QUIET DOWN!?" an angry voice howled. "Mina can't hear herself think when I tell her to!"

"Sis, I think you've used that one already," Corey called, continuing to play along to the steady bass. He exchanged a wink with Laney, knowing what was coming next.

"What-ever, Garbageband. Just keep it down while I am getting my beauty on, or you will be sorry!" the voice thundered. Stomping noises sounded on the floor, the door slammed shut, and the band was left alone.

"God, Trina's such a killjoy. We're having fun here!" Laney said. Corey smiled, closed his eyes, and let the music wash over him again.

"Done!" Kin said proudly, holding up his device. Corey's eyes sprung open and he rushed over to look at it again. The machine was smallish, silver, and seemed to be a watch until one looked at it more closely. It had dozens of buttons; none of them were the same color, and all of them meant something different. It was really cool.

"It's…PERFECT," Kon squealed. "Kin! Let's test it!"

"I was thinking the same thing, twin of mine," Kin said mischievously. "You guys up for a test run of the newest Kin-vention?"

Corey's eyes widened. "You don't have to tell me twice!" He rushed back to the stage, set down his precious guitar, and grabbed Laney by the hand. "Come on, Lanes, we've got some adventuring to do!"

The short, red-headed bassist set down her instrument and stood up, all thought of playing forgotten. "Hold up, Core. Don't you think it could be dangerous? This thing hasn't been tested, remember?"

"That's why we're testing it right now," Corey smiled. He pushed Laney toward the twin brothers and the tiny device in Kin's hand. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Core…" Laney tapped her foot.

There was only one thing to do at a time like this: Corey pulled out the Bambi eyes.

"Ugh! Fine, I'll come. But only because I can't stand seeing you make that face," Laney huffed.

Corey pumped his fist and followed her. "Yet another win for Corey Riffin," he muttered happily.

"Okay, everyone, here's what we do. I'm gonna wear the watch," Kin said, holding up his wrist, where the device gleamed. "You guys just have to hold on to me, and we'll all teleport together. Ready?"

Everyone grabbed hold and Kin started to count down, but someone knocked on the garage door. Corey rolled his eyes. "Just a sec, guys," he said. "Gotta get that." He reached down and lifted the door up with a good long shove. Standing before him was the impeccably dressed form of Peaceville's resident hunk, Nick Mallory.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" Corey spluttered.

"Nick is here to pick of Trina Riffin," Nick said, examining his fingernails. "He has a date with her in exactly two minutes."

"Oh. Uh…she's still upstairs," Corey said, jerking his thumb at Trina's door.

"Nick doesn't like to be kept waiting," Nick said.

"Okay…just a minute." Corey dashed up the stairs two at a time and knocked on Trina's door. "Trina? 'Hunky' Nick Mallory is here waiting for you!"

The door immediately flew open in the blue-haired teenager's face. "OMG! He is? Nick! Wait! I am totes right here!" Trina yelled, flouncing down into the garage. Her friend Mina followed her, carrying three purses and a dress bag, and Corey slammed the door closed behind them.

Trina ran up to Nick and gave him a mushy smile. "Thanks so much for, like, asking me out," she gushed. "I've been waiting for this day for my whole life!"

Nick smiled. "That's cool, Trina Riffin," he said calmly. "Nick's got places to be."

As Corey rejoined the other band members, he made a little wave in the departing groups' direction. "Smell ya later, sis," he said. "Have a good time on your date!"

Right away, Trina dashed back to breathe into Corey's face. "Is that a threat, little brother? Cause I could, like, totally ruin your day and junk. Even if you don't have a gig." She smiled sweetly – too sweetly. Dangerously sweetly.

"Nope!" Corey said, backing away into the rest of the band. "Just wishing you the best of fun! No hidden meanings in there at all!" But Trina kept staring at him.

"I don't believe you," she said, taking another step forward and poking Corey in the chest. "Because every time I try to have some fun, you and your stupid band manage to ruin it. Well, that's not going to happen anymore."

Mina turned around, eyes wide. "Trina, come on," she squeaked. "Nick is waiting."

"I am ready to get my turn once and for all," Trina said, her smile turning evil. "And I know just how to do it."

Mina turned to Nick, dropping the purses. "Nick, do something!" she wailed.

Then Kin pushed a button on the teleportation machine.

The button was pink, and immediately a bright pink nebula shone around the entire group. They were all connected – the band all holding onto Kin, Trina's arm smashed into Corey's stomach, Nick holding Trina's wrist and Mina latched onto the back of Nick's shirt. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Kon blinked. Corey opened his mouth as if to say something.

Then the nebula dissolved, and everyone dissolved along with it.

Hey readers, Twi and Lanes here. We just wanted to clarify a couple things about the story.

Mainly, the time periods of the two universes. Obviously, Grojband doesn't have much of a set timeline. I will say that 'Six Strings of Evil' has nothing to do with this story, so it could be either before or after.

As for the MLP aspect, this takes place between Seasons Two and Three. As such, Twilight is not yet an alicorn. That's about it.

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Chapter Two will be out in a week. See ya then!