Still catching up! This one is a lot shorter because the last one was very long.

This fic is dedicated to anyone who was in middle or high school in 2006.

Day 5: Punk Rock

"Well, Tamiya, how do I look?"

"Er, uh…" Tamiya resisted the urge to back away, strong as her fear was of what she was seeing. She wanted to be supportive - she couldn't imagine not being - but this was just way too different for her to handle all at once. "It's great!" she said, speaking truthfully. "You look great."

"You bet I do!" Milly put her hands on her hips, jingling her innumerable bracelets together. She was wearing a heavily ripped black top with a shorter red top visible underneath it, a pleaded red skirt with striped black-and-white leggings, combat boots, and hair teased up every-which-way. Her eyes were caked with heavy eyeshadow, she had multiple fake earrings in her ears, and every inch of her arms, legs, face, and clothes was covered in body glitter.

"Here, get in front of the camera," Milly said, reaching for the bed. "We're gonna remember this night forever, Tamiya!"

"Milly, we're not supposed to use that for anything but the school news-" Tamiya lunged for the camera, grabbing it before Milly could cover the lens in glitter.

"Then we'll just have to make it part of the news. Come on, come on, get in closer!" Milly, apparently not distraught over losing control of the camera, lunged and pulled Tamiya in close. Tamiya held the camera up in front of them, pressed "Record", and cracked a smile as she turned it around."

"Hello Kadic students!" Milly said, her voice clipped and cheerful. "Your ace reporters Milly and Tamiya are going to the Tokio Hotel concert!" Her voice rose to an excited screech, and she stamped up and down as she spoke. "I'm excited- Tamiya, are you excited?"

"I am! I am for sure!" Tamiya's clothing of choice had been the only black things she owned - a sleeveless top and a pair of capri pants. Next to Milly it looked almost TOO simple. She wondered if she should ask whether Milly had more body glitter. But the way Milly was leaning in, she probably wouldn't need to.

"We know the lyrics to all the songs, we have our ICH LIEBE DICH BILL! signs, and in just two hours we'll get to hold them up! If we could we'd film it for you, but when we get back, we'll fill you in!" She beamed at the camera, but stopped when her phone started to buzz. "Okay, that's enough. We gotta go, that's probably Veronique. Her dad isn't going to wait for us forever!"

- Carth