In A Flash!

by Mr.Dink The One And Only

This story is about an upcoming band going through every obstacle in their way to reach their goal.

In a Flash!
Chapter 1
Worth the noise

" Oh snap dudes we're gonna be late c'mon!"

(This is the story of an underground upcoming band. Will they rise to glory or let their past be their shame.) The three boys rush to get their equipments ready so that they can head out of the -1 star rated hotel of River Heights in Los Angelos.

"This gig better be worth it dude because I'm sooo not going back to doing mall security after this!" one of the boys yelled. "It will be worth it man, trust me," The teen in blue short hair says, peeking through the apple red colored curtains. The other teen moves forward with his complaints wearing a black headband with the image of a silky white skull on it. "You sure?? Remember when you said that last time, Remember that other last time you said that and -Oh yeah how could I forget that other other last time-" he says, then with a quick reply.

"Ok dude I get it!" The blue haired teen yells. "You sure???" The boy asks with his arms crossed. "Yeah…I'm sure" He shakes his head from side to side to shake off the memories. The bad memories that will make anyone quit and find a new occupation. But it still seem to keep these 3 teens together.

The other boy has a buzz cut with no dye, He's dressed in a cool-printed short sleeved shirt and shorts. He watches the two talk it out while they have a little amount of time before performing. The teen with the blue dyed hair looks at both of them "Now I'll say this again, do you guys trust me?" He says with much more than needed desperation. The two looked at each other then nodded up and down at their blue haired friend.

"Of course I do, man." The black head banded boy says. "Cool," he says back, sighing in relief. "What about you Jay?" He looks at the boy with the buzzcut. Jay rubs the back of his neck and says "I just go with the flow man if they start throwing tomatoes at us, I'm going straight to Bard-fon County to live with my parents-"

" Hey bucket drummers! The show is supposed to start now. What part of this show must go on, you guys aren't understanding?!?"

"Ok we'll be right out!" He yells, then he turns back at his bandmates and gives them a nod. They give their blue haired friend a nod back. "We're gonna make them love us with what we've been rehearsing. They're gonna start crying and screaming, believe me when I tell you, we're gonna make them crap their pants guys!" The boy with the black headband takes a peek through the curtains. "Yeah, and literally too with this place packed with preschoolers in here".

"No time for talk, play time now!" And with that the dyed haired boy rushes through the curtains with his electric guitar making his way towards the mic waving at the kids but there's only chatter instead of applause. Jay does the same with his sticks running towards the full cymbals set. Last but not least John runs out with his favorite black head-band on, playing the bass. "This ones called 'Nothing to see here'... 3 - 2 - 1 GO!!!" They played something heavy and fast. Setting the mood to not skip a beat.

" ~When night crawls in,

And I can no longer see your face,

Waiting for destiny to call my name,

Or for reason tragedy to do the same,

Till its the beginning of the end,

Or the ending of the beginning,

~Something deep inside me is telling me i'm not welcome home,~

~Gooo faaar!

Make sure to go far awayyy!

No you're nooot!

Why go through the waaaste!

Just know that you should stooop!

Why feel like poop through the rest of your days!

My lifes is a roller coaster of emotions,

Feelings going up and down,

Ohhh I just can't cut it out,

I then finally saw how high up I was,

Then I remembered before I got on,

They said there's no seatbelts, Wait What?!?!

~Gooo faaar!

Make sure to go far awayyy!

No you're nooot!

Why go through the waaaste!

Just know that you should stooop!

Why feel like poop through the rest of your days!

~Gooo faaar!

Make sure to go far awayyy!

No you're nooot!

Why go through the waaaste!

Just know that you should stooop!

Why feel like poop!

Why feel like poop!

Through the rest of your daaays,~

The dyed blue haired boy looks off into the audience to see that they're still uninterested. He cups the mic being balanced on the stand with his hands, then he speaks into it as close as possible.

" The announcer forgot to announce us when we came out but that's ok I'll do it myself my name is Davey the one on bass is John and there's Jay on cymbals, not the triangle that you have to hit with one stick at music class because you suck! but the cymbals. together we're Diarrhea stirred with poetry! Everyones having a good time so far?" The kindergarteners all look uninterested. They all talk to each other while the band performs and so do their parents and guardians. One man in the middle of the audience can't stop looking at his wrist watch as if he was forced to come to this instead. While far off into the right, One kid is out cold asleep in his mothers arms.

" Good, me and my boys can go all day!"

Davey says looking at his bandmates, then he starts it off with a guitar solo. Then they all in sync play their instruments giving it all they got in a melodic heavy metal rhythm.

" You said that!

You said that with your face!

You said it and it can't be erased!

Looking back!

Looking plainly back!

I wanna save it all from the stenching pain!

Who is that!

Who ever knows!

What detergent you can use to get rid of these stains!

This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming!

This is how I get the feeling that a big number 2 is coming!

There's no need to look at me all disappointed,

I should've of never went-

I should've of neever went-

I should've never went out to eat at that Chinese food place,

Which is what you recommended,

This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming!

This is how I get the feeling that a big number 2 is coming!

This is how I get the feeling that a number 2 is coming!

I should've should've of never went-

I should've should've of neever went-

I should've should've of never went-

went out to eat at that Chinese food place,

Which is what you recommended."

"Wooh!" The principal gets up embarrassingly and gives an applause.

"See guys we have a fan here, Here's one just for you cymbals solo!!!" The principal facepalms himself as loud as possible, then looks back at his hand and rubs his face for comfort as if he just gave himself a concussion from facepalming. Davey points to Jay to wail out on the cymbals. Jay delivers, giving the audience a new look and a different perspective of the band. Then in less under a minute

the principal grabs Jay's arms to stop him from playing. He looks at Davey and says threateningly "Get out, before I call the police!"

"You said three songs Mr. Tighty-Whities"

The principals facial expression grows in anger "I said I-I'll payy you guys three dollars I didnt think you'd show, and lastly for the last time, my name is Mikey Whities you imbecile!" John edges closer to the commotion that's happening right in the middle of the kindergarteners performance stage. The parents take their kids and already leave the so-called show while some stay because this is just starting to get interesting.

"Nothing to see here!!! Please make yourselves comfortable and leave! The show is overr!" He watches a few people make their way to the exits while others linger in their seats. The principal eyes the few people leaving. "We also have popcorn!" he yells.

Jay turns to go in the direction of the Departing audience "Oh good because i'm star-"

"Not you!" The principal drags him back.

Jay stares at the principal "Dude! We can't play, We can't eat, What's next I can't wear my shoes too?" John gets closer to the principal. The principal notices him then raises his flip phone high into the air "Get back! Back! I'll call them! I'll do it, I'm not joking!" the principal threatens to push a button on his phone.

"If you need help you can start off by dialing 9," John says, staring stoically at the principal with a deadpan face. Davey stares at the principal not uttering another word. Jay sits on the stage as if he's on a picnic. "Speaking of 9, can you give us 3 each? We stopped playing." says Jay. "But you've overstayed your welcome… Look, You came looking to play music and you did, now I suggest you go do some playing elsewhere and beg for money," Says the principal, still holding his phone in a threatening way. The band froze at what came out of Principle Whitie's mouth, like the pressure and the embarrassment wasn't enough.

"Let principal Tighty Whities keep the money then, because we're done". Davey motions for his bandmates to leave with him using a single hand movement. They make their way outside, walking out of the kindergarteners theater. "As if this day couldn't get any worse!!!" whines John adjusting his black head band. "I planned for this anyway, I knew Principal Tighty-Whities wouldn't keep up his end of the deal. We could all just live in my 1 bedroom apartment that I just rented when we first got here" says Davey looking at his bandmates charismatically. "Sorry guys, my parents are stupid strict, They'll worry themselves to death about me. Where I'm at and when I'm getting married and all that other nonsense I'll catch up to you guys when I can, alright!" Jay says making a run towards the black honking jeep. The window rolls down and it's the tone of a woman shouting "Did you get that letter I sent you!!!" Jay stops in his tracks to tie his shoes, he then looks up at his mother. He raises his voice due to the zipping and zooming of passing cars, "Whhat letter?!?" he yells.

Chapter 2
Hi mom…

She shakes her head in frustration "Nevermind that! You can tie your shoes at home, now get in the carr!" yells his Mother. "Hey captain nosy pants! Let's get a move on shall we, We look like sitting ducks out here!". John yells, catching Davey's attention. Davey breaks focus off of the black jeep. "Oh right, let's go dude".

The two walked 15 minutes downtown. The bright city could be a great view for tourists attraction, but partly half of the economy that's familiar with Los Angelos make their plans to leave as soon as possible due to the high prices and government problems. At one point in history in Los Angelos the gas prices were up to $8,000.99… but there were rumors of speculation stating president Sir. Dumbplings the 4th had the pricing chart upside down. So the real average price was about $66.0008 but the president claimed that the dollar sign wasn't in front of the 6 or the 8 so he just assumed $8,000. He also stated that math wasn't his strongest suit. Los Angelos is the home of many people with many different backgrounds. So which is to say, it isn't afraid to strike its people with high prices.

Whenever you may think you feel at home just know that you will always feel like trouble is lingering just around the corner.

(Author's note: I feel like I made that quote too long?... Oh well,... Let me know what you think in the comments section down below… Yes, I know what I said… Please don't literally do it)

THWACK! THWACK! Davey messages his temples while sitting on the cold floor watching TV. The advertisement is showing a special new deal at the fast food restaurant BeefyBrince. It shows a woman biting deeply into a burger, Eating like a lion that would tear into meat thrown at it at the Zoo. She smiles at the camera with ketchup and with ingredients of the burger smeared all over her face. "BB's!… They beef me up good yo!" THWACK! THWACK! "Why would she even audition for this role? It's Horrifying!". THWACK! THWACK! John's jumping up and down on the bed, almost having his head touch the ceiling just by a few inches. "Don't you mean it's beefy-fying!" John says. Davey turns to point at John who is jumping up and down in their own hotel room bed. "You stay out of this! And quit wrecking the bed dude you're not 4 years old!" John still jumps up and down on the cheap bed, having the mattress let out loud deep tiring trampoline noises. THWACK! THWACK! "Duude! youu should see the look on your face!" John laughs obnoxiously. John twirling and spinning himself around in the air while jumping. He starts laughing like an evil villain but only this time the villain mastered the laugh perfectly. THWACK! THWACK! "Dude i'm not joking, You remember when Jay was with us and that other hotel we all stayed in?" John looks at Davey "How could I not forget! His mother just popped up out of nowhere, Didn't say hi to us or anything, Just took him away from us! I'm not blaming her either, She was just doing what she thought that needed to be done. Just like how she thought that it needed to be down now. Us.. with no Jay," John says, still jumping up and down on the tiring bed. "I don't even think she likes me," Davey says, turning his attention to the TV. "I call this 'The eagle has landed'... annnnd-" John makes a low crouch, attempting to make a big leap next to Davey. Davey notices a letter slipped through the door. Then all of a sudden,

"Boooo! Haha Hahaha, I got you didn't I!"

Davey jumped back with how surprisingly close John landed next to him. "Whatever," Davey says, rolling his eyes. John laughs hysterically at Daveys weird tone and reaction. Davey's eyes refocuses again on the letter. Then walks over close by the hotel room's front door to pick it up.

Davey picks up the letter and reads.

Dear Jay,

This Is Your Mother!!! Why aren't you answering my calls? I've called 19 times already, Don't let this be the 20th time mister! Your Father and I are worried sick about you, Like it's to the point where we could cause a whole new global virus outbreak!!!..Again! Do yourself and ourselves a favor and pick up the phone next time, or else…

I've seen you've enjoyed your company with none of the less 'THE NEEDA REALITY CHECK DUO'!

Seriously, me and your Father are very worried, we wonder when are those two are gonna get themselves jobs and move on with their lives. The one with that ugly blueberry color in his hair. What's the word that young people use that they say they color their hair's with??? I'm assuming the word is dried or dryed, It's in between something like that. I personally do believe you need to surround yourself with better friends. I am deeply ashamed of you and ashamed for you, for being with a bunch of unintellectuals and of which who are still painting in caves.

From: This Is Your Mother!!!

PS: I WANT YOU TO STOP GIVING THE REMAINS OF YOUR LEFTOVERS TO THAT STINKING DOG OF OURS OR ELSE I WILL FEED YOU TO IT!!!

"Cave painters?!?!" Davey yells out in quick fury. John, who reads the letter alongside Davey, Finally sits on the bed he was just jumping on minutes ago. "She's calling us Caave-Men duude! HAHA-haa, which was totally uncalled for." John says in a short burst of laughter. "Whatever," Davey says, balling the letter up and aiming it towards the trash can as if he's playing basketball. "I bet you'll miss it!" John says running to block Davey's shot. Davey chuckles to himself at John's effort to block him. A good 2 minute stand off passes by… Then, Davey makes his attempted shot…

John blocks it, jumping high enough to swat it away with his right hand. The balled up letter lands by the far left side of the front door. "And the crowd boo's like crazy!!! Boooo! Boooo! Why are you even here!!!" John yells running around the hotel bedroom with two hands cupped close by his mouth, imitating an audience at a basketball game. Davey looks at John running around his hotel room quizzically. "Are they booing you or me?". He stops in his tracks to look at Davey and then plops himself on the bed to sit on it. "To answer your question, they are booing both of us because we aren't good at any sports at all. They should make a sport where guys like us would fit in or just feel comfortable being a part of," John chuckles to himself. "You know what man, I see your point, but we're already apart of something. You, me and Jay are special and that goes to show that there's no other in comparison doing what we do." Davey says with hand movements trying to persuade John. John rubs his eyes while shaking his head and says, "Yeah we're a part of something alright, we're a part of 'Davey's Hall of Famer' wet dream. Where everyone knows that we suck!!! Seriously, All that practicing and rehearsing with our instruments got us nowhere. They still think we're dumpster juice!!!" John says. Davey looks at the smile taken away from John's face. "That means we're gonna have to try harder then,... nothing comes too easy," Davey says as he sits on the floor with a serious expression. "Well I guess you have it all figured out don't you?... It's getting late dude, I'm gonna have to power myself off. Sweet wet dreams man.". John says as a smile forms over his face, he crawls himself into the bed and pulls over the covers to sleep. Davey curls himself into a ball using the blanket on the floor to go to sleep. A great silence fills the room.

"Oh yeah I got ourselves a spot to play in the Roach Racing Track at the PleezSendUhsSom Raid Valley Festival! Talk about not being good at any sports huh," After Davey finished talking about the new upcoming event, John exaggeratingly snores loudly. Davey rolls his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Yeah man, How about that." says John in a more meaningful tone, he sleeps with a smile on his face having a positive attitude for tomorrow morning not worrying about what to expect.

The night slowly creeps in, followed by silence. Davey tosses and turns in his made up bed on the hard floor. He keeps his eyes shut, tossing his head from left to right. Even if he had opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he would still feel like he had his eyes shut. He begins to sweat. Which makes things much worse. It isn't the middle of the night he thinks to himself, but the beginning of dawn. Why do nightmares attack even when you're on the right path of following your dreams?... It's a question that needs solving or it has already been solved. Perhaps it's a question that will in orbit make its way back around somehow. Just somehow… Davey's Thoughts linger on the letter Jay's mother had sent. Why would she send something so discouraging? As if there weren't any good memories that had happened in our friendships. Then it all made sense at the end. Jay's mother never liked me as an individual. She never liked me from the start. But I can't seriously be mad, not when we are close to our goal, all we have to do is keep trying and we will be known as good musicians. Davey slowly thinks to himself. Thinking so hard, it's to the point where his head starts aching. I know it, I just know it can happen for us. No more sitting down and twiddling our thumbs. Waiting for whatever good possibile opportunity to just come our way. NO! This time we are going to work at it. We're gonna keep practicing and playing our instruments. Dusk sweeps over the blue skies, at well paced timing. The wind howls through the windows. The cold debree gently taps the window pane. Davey wakes up heavily breathing. For a good moment he goes back from heavily breathing to breathing properly. The memories come sinking in easily. Whether they were good or whether they were bad. They didn't hold any proper common ground anymore. Davey closes his eyes again and lets his head rest back on the pillow.

Chapter 3
Past… present… future

(Flashback)

Taking place 10 years ago in an 'We're Never Growing Up' Parking lot show at PikkYurOanNoze Elementary School.

" Dude you're still getting your gears ready?!?! we still have one more minute!!!" Davey yells at the boys only bathroom door. " Give me a minute!" Yells back John. "Well, me and Jay will start playing, I can count the times you have let me down John, but never on a big day like this. I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is our biggest moment together and I am happy with the hard work it took us to get us here. Please don't screw this up by sitting there on the toilet, pooping all day."

And with that Davey sprints out to the Crowd of people with an electric guitar in hand. " Excuse me! Excuse me !" Says Davey with the swarm of people moving out of the way for him to pass.

Davey makes it to the center where all the lights are aiming. "Dude what was the hold up?" Jay says to Davey with a puzzled look on his face. Davey looks at Jay but is interrupted with a hand on his shoulder. When Davey turns his head around he is met with a returning smile. With John grinning, he then waves at the crowd with his left hand still having his right hand on Davey's shoulder. John rushes to grab the mic. Davey shakes his head smiling, facepalming at whatever John is about to do next. " Who's reaaady to Rooock!!!" he yelled, the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. " I said who's ready to Rooock!!!" Once again he yells, the crowd screams with anticipation.

" Good, good, I can tell this is gonna be a good show, you wanna know why? Because there aren't any teachers or staff here to ruin this show!... But mostly of all, I wanna say this to someone I knew since first attending this piece of crap of an elementary school,.. Dude," he then looks at Davey who then shield's his face with the electric guitar, keeping his face hidden from John and the crowd. "Dude when I say in a minute,.. I mean in a minute,'' he says looking at the crowd then he points his bass at Davey with a huge smile on his face. "This guy had the nerve to lecture me while I was taking a dump right before the show!... This goes to show you that we're maniacs and we hang out with the mentally deteriorated and Last but not least!!! The only people, we feel comfortable with being around with is with FRIGGEN BAT-CRAP LUNATICS!!!"

With that John tosses his black glistening bass up in the air. Then catches it in time to play a rehearsed part from the song. In a couple of seconds the band plays together in order. The crowd starts dancing and head banging at the heavy metal rhythm. Then Davey gets closer to the mic to start singing.

"If anybody wants to runaway,

Is it me or do I hear voices?

Am I stuck in my own looping nightmares of my dismay?

I can't do this anymore I need help coping,

With seeing no reflection when I look in the mirror,

(Is it me or do I hear voices?)

Trying to see things for myself but It doesn't get any clearer,

(I need help coping!)

Running still needa catch my breath but not trusting this atmosphere,

(Is it me or do I hear voices?)

My inner consciousness is fading in and out,

I need to runaway from all of this now,

The sun is gonna make its way down,

Everyone's eyeing me like i'm tater tots,

When School will be Out?!

I need to run away from my mindless Peers!

When School will be out?!

Because everyone I know has turned into a zombie here!

Theres somethings I can't explain and there's some things I can, but won't complain,

Everyone I know wants my brains,

When School's Out!...

When School's Out!...

When School's Out!...

When School's Out!...

When School's Out!...

When School's Out!...

Because everyone I know just wants my,

Because everyone I know just wants my,

The school has gone literally insane,

When School will be Out?!

I need to run away from my mindless Peers!

When School will be out?!

Because everyone I know has turned into a zombie here!

When School will be Out?!

I need to run away from my mindless Peers!

When School will be out?!

Because everyone I know just wants my,

Because everyone I know just wants my,

This school has literally gone insane."

The crowd applauded for the one song they played .

The teens looked at each other smiling.

"Another hand for Diarrhea stirred with poetry everyone, I'll be sure to remember that song whenever I have a chance to go to the washroom. Nobody likes having diarrhea but if it's the band then I'll make an exception. Next up! Oh, it's only getting started, We have a roster here people!.. Bring out! 'Fly on the wall!!!'

A bunch of trending styled kids make their way up to the center. The lead singer with blonde hair and blue eyes flashes his best smile at the crowd.

"How's everyone's day been so far?" He says, not looking at any of his bandmates. The crowd cheers in response. "I guess you're all doing great!"... This one's called 'love vines'."

"I don't wanna end up here again,

Broken and scattered away in the wind,

Oh how I'm tangled up in your love,

Making it difficult for both of us-"

(Music plays in the background).

Davey and the others watch the band play through a protected formation of cars.

"Hey! you guys want some water!" A blonde cheerleader says passing out drinks. "Water?! Yeah I'll have two for myself, please and thank you!" Says John. Davey looks at the girl then shakes his head from side to side. "I'm all good thanks!" he says. "Me too!" says Jay.

"Ok, beat yourselves! Enjoy your time out here in the parking lot," she says smiling, with that she works her way throughout the crowd, to make sure everyone else is hydrated. The bandmates sit together in the foldable chairs. "My mom thinks I should quit, pressuring me to finish school all the way through college until I have a PhD, Whatever that means." Jay says with hands supporting his head up. John opens up the water bottle and starts drinking. "That means she's really strict! Like c'mon dude, We're a band, We don't do school. If being smart was a sport I would suck at it." Davey says, looking at Jay and John. "You're right she is strict, To be honest, I don't think I will last in this band. My mom will make sure I don't," Jay says with a frown on his face. "Cheer up buddy old pal, we'll think of something, trust me man I would hate to still see you in school getting an BaD or whatever the heck that is." Davey says using his hands while speaking. John all of a sudden chokes on the water from the water bottle. Davey gets up and pats his back. "Thanks man, I was drinking too fast,". John says smirking to himself. Davey just looks at John and just chuckles. "Hey man! Let me get an autograph!" A man says as he approaches. The man is dressed all in black with a black windproof motorcycle casual jacket on. Davey jumps up from his seat, finally a fan he thought to himself. "So uh, you liked our music man?" Davey says writing big capitalized letters on the man's notebook. The man looks at Davey confused. "What music? I just did this because young kids these days need help. I work for the 'Make it better for the future' foundation where we make it better for kids fighting depression around the world."

All three of the boy's jaws dropped. Looking at each other with shocked facial expressions. "So you thought that making me sign an autograph would make me feel better?" Davey says, returning his gaze at the man. "Bingo!" the man says with a quick point of a finger. "All right, I gotta scram, see you guys years later from now or never!". The man finishes saying but then Davey stops the man in his tracks with his hand on his shoulder. "Can we play our music at this foundation?" Davey says. "I mean, maybe if you're a metal band, Why. Do you play?" The man says with an honest question. "We do heavy metal! With sprinkles of alternative rock here and there." Davey says with a confident smile, while the others nod along. "I don't know man, you guys look a little too poppy for me," the man says, looking at Daveys dyed blue hair and seeing that his band are dressed like school kids that were gonna get their pictures taken from the school. "Sorry, I gotta go, have fun doing whatever it is that you do!" With that the man takes his leave. Davey looks at the others disappointed. They give him the same look back. The bandmates take their leave as well as the parking lot show is ending. Everyone else is leaving with smiles and with autographs except for this band. They notice the man they spoke with before, who said that he was in a rush. They watch the man make his leave going the opposite direction. The man gives someone oddly familiar a handshake. With members of the band 'Fly on a wall' gathering around talking and grinning ear to ear like old time friends.

"Looks like we know who's playing at the 'Make it worse for the future' foundation!" Davey says in a low tone. "The blonde guy from 'Fly on a wall'.. look at him, shaking hands with that snake of a man!"

John says with a short amount of anger. "Forget that guy!.. You guys wanna come by my tree house? I got enough money to order pizza-" Jay froze in shock with the band.

Chapter 4
Bad boy

A group of boys all dressed in black are beating up a boy with books in his hands.

"Why do you have books? I want your lunch money, not your stupid books!.. Ugh you friggen!!! Baby diaper wearing!!!" He gives an aggressive kick to the knee which stumbles the boy to the ground. "Search him! I don't care if he cries back home to mommy naked, he's gotta have a penny on him somewhere!". And with that fists come crashing down along with kicks and angry words. The boy curls himself into a tight ball as the assault continues. Pain from head to toe reels in. The boy cries in pain, even screaming for help but everyone at the parking lot chooses to ignore it. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

The boy yells again in a raspy voice.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "You brought this upon yourself… I actually had the audacity to ask you nicely for your lunch money, But you decided to lie and give me your books!" He motions for the boys to stop beating him up. They all stopped right at the moment. He gets close to pick the boy up by the arms. "What do I look like to you a bookshelf, Jim?"He says, looking at Jim with a stern gaze.

"Would you stop beating me up if I said yes?" Jim says, spitting out a cracked tooth.

"Ok, smart for nuthin, you wanna be a joker huh?.. You think this is a game? Then let's play. My name is Billy the bully, I'm the bad boy around this side of town, what's your name?" Billy makes a fist while still holding jim. Jim looks around from left to right. Looking for anything to save him from this punishment. Jim squinting harder than one can dream. Seeing his books scattered around and Billy's entourage still surrounding him. He gives the question thought, then answers looking back into Billy's cold eyes.

"It's uhhm, Smart for nuthin" Jim says, still looking at Billy for approval.

"Wow, looks like someone knows how to play! That's correct Jim. I'm glad you've taken the right kind of notes from me instead of-" he motions his hand towards the scattered books on the ground.

"-Whatever this is.. I'm a very fair guy Jim, my peers know me for not being biased. I'll give you 1 more chance to have my lunch money or you're done!" With that Billy throws Jim on the floor with his shirt torn and pants and shoes dirty Billy soon motions his entourage to leave until Jim spots someone he recognizes. "Jay has my money.. that… Skink!!!"

The bandmates that were still standing there like statues, jaws dropped wide open. Billy stopped in his tracks. "Dude did he just say, what I think he just said?" John says, then lifts his water bottle back up to drink from it again.

"I think my hearrt just skipped a beat," Danny says with shock. Jay is frozen from all movement due to the pressure.

"Jay?" Billy says back at Jim looking at him confused.

"Who is this Jay you speak of?" Billy says with interest. Jim glares at the three still standing watching from a distance. Then, he points Jay out who still hasn't uttered a word. Billy walks with bald up fist, eyes staring daggers down directly at Jay.

"Welp! I guess this is the end of the road. Tell my mother I love her guys. I wish I could send her a letter but she's sent them all." Jay says preparing for the worse. Suddenly, in a matter of seconds, Billy rushes to grab Jay and puts him in a headlock. His big arms struggle to maintain a proper grip. Jay's struggling was then cut short as then now it gets harder for him to breath. Jay's face grows cherry blossom red as a lack of oxygen stops going through his nose and mouth.

"Holy cow! you've gotten chubbier since the last time I put you in a headlock!" Billy says struggling.

"You've gotten fat -tchou!" Jay manages to say, but cannot properly quip.

"What was that?! I can't hear you due to the fact of you being choked out!!!" Billy says, smiling wickedly.

"Gosh man, How long has it been, since 3rd grade?" Billy questions but Jay doesnt reply.

"I don't know either Jay, that's why i'm asking youu" Billy chuckles.

"Ok, all jokes aside,.. Smart for nuthin over there told me you had my lunch money,.. Ain't that right?"

Billy questions Jay as John and Davey stood as bystanders watching the situation unfold.

"Look at that, two fat guys wrestling over lunch money…The world is really coming to an end." John says abruptly out loud at Davey. Davey just shakes his head at the comment John made. "Get them!" yells Billy motioning for his entourage to get Davey and John.

"Oh me and my big fat mouth!!!" yells John. Billy's entourage surrounds Davey and John, putting both of them in headlocks.

"Make sure chubba-bear doesn't move too, imma let him go." after being released from the choke hold. Jay doesn't move a muscle.

"You're so in for the beating of your life…"

Billy glares at John with balled up fists.

"Fight me instead! So you can leave my friends alone!" Davey says as loud as possible. Hoping that there's a possibility his friends won't have to experience Billy's anger unleashed with the help of his entourage.

"Hey! The police would be here any minute. I suggest you leave now!" A familiar face says. She was the girl with blonde hair in the cheerleader's outfit serving drinks during the show.

"Police?! I'm not scared of some red and blue lights! We've beaten them before and we'll do it again. But it's getting late and I'm really not in the mood anyways!!!..You!!'' He looks at Davey with a stern expression. "You look familiar? Uhh, what's your name???" Billy closes his eyes, snapping his fingers trying to remember the name he gave Davey. "Wiener face," Davey says, remembering the tormenting days Billy had made him feel even on his first day.

"Yes, you've got it! It's been almost about a year now since we last saw each other,.. I just wanna let you know, during my times of being a fair delinquent. I've seen no one stood up for their friends like that. Which is why I come to respect you more and more… you're an alright guy.". After Billy finishes speaking he walks off, having his entourage follow behind him.

Chapter 5
Where did the love go wrong?!

"I can't stand when he takes advantage of people like that, My name's Amber, You guys alright?!" The blonde girl says with blue eyes piercing Daveys.

"Yeah, we're used to this though, you really shouldn't have," Davey says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"But I wanted to," she says as she gets closer to Davey, looking him in his eyes.

Davey stares her down not knowing about the feelings he's having right now.

"You guys had a place that you were going to?" Amber asks, flashing her best smile at Davey.

"Why? So you could be the hero again and save us from our parents? I don't think so Ms.Missy." John says to Amber.

"We were just leaving in fact, c'mon guys." The two of them follow after Jay.

They walked away from the parking lot for about a good two minutes. Walking down pete street to a neighborhood connecting towards the street.

"I think we lost her," John says, opening up his second water bottle to drink from.

"Hmm, oh yeah, I guess we did." Davey said casually, almost forgetting what just happened never happened. "We're almost there," Jay says, leading his friends to his parents house. He drops his book bag on the front porch to search for the key in one of the zippers. "Jay this isn't because we're at your freaky parents house and they could be listening in or anything, but I would like to have parents that care about me as much as yours do," John says sitting on the front railings tossing the water bottle up and down in the air.

"That first part that you said was accurate, no need to butter me up John," Jay finishes saying as he finds the key that he was looking for.

"No! I'm serious, man. Mines actually don't care at all, I would love for them to just show support in whatever it is I do, you know. Win or lose."

Jay makes his way to the door with the key, then stops in his tracks to look at John. "You and I needa switch then,"

He says, staring at John for a few seconds. He then focuses his attention on unlocking the door with the key.

The door flies open and the dog with the potbelly looks up for a few minutes and then lays its head back down. Too tired to even bark or go see who it is anymore.

"Hey spot! Come here boy! Come here boy!" Davey says trying to get the Labrador's attention, but he doesn't even budge.

"Spot looks like he has had a long and uneventful day today. What, He's a part of some band too?" John says, looking at Jay.

Jay shakes his head smiling in disagreement.

"Nah, Moms been cooking too much of that pork stew lately, I just happened to get tired of it or he's getting tired from eating it, Is a way to put it I guess,". The three laugh and joke in the living room.

"Alright guys, we came here for a reason right? Let's get to playing!" Jay says enthusiastically. They race out the backyard to find their instruments up in the treehouse. All three of them climb up the ladder. Jay makes his way to sit in the seat that's close by the cymbals set. The tree house is crammed up with instruments and wires everywhere.

Davey grabs his electric guitar, turning up the volume on the speaker. John tunes his bass with a tuner.

"Hey! nice place you've gotten yourselves up here, got room for one more?" Amber says as she climbs the last steps of the treehouse. Davey clumsily drops his guitar by accident. The electric guitar lets out a loud high pitched screech. Everyone covers their ears using both of their hands. Davey rushes to unplug the speaker. Everyone sighs in relief or in due to shock.

"Uhhm explain?!?!" Jay says, still surprised.

"I mean there's nothing else to it, You guys make it too easy," She says as she flutters her eyelashes at Davey, with a hint of red blush on her cheeks.

"Like ditching you wasn't enough, what do we have to do, let you know where 'Fly on the wall' is playing next to have you leave us alone, or do you want me to throw my money in the bushes somewhere and make an escape?"

John yells in an annoyed tone.

"I doubt you have that much as there is." Amber says, rolling her eyes.

"Youu!!!-.. You know what.. This is you trying to get to me, I'm not gonna let it happen!" John says as he crosses his arms.

She turns her attention to Davey.

"So uhmm, what do you guys do here? It's a bit stuffy in here don't ya think?"

She watches Davey smile back at her in agreement.

"It is stuffy because only three people belong here. Now I can't do any slow dances or stunts with my bass anymore, because of you Ms. 'I can't take a hint', you're a waste of time and space! Now climb back down!" John yells at Amber, but out of all of his efforts it's like yelling at a brick wall.

"I mean it's not too stuffy in here, just packed out I guess?" Davey says fanning away a dragonfly near him that entered the welcoming treehouse in a matter of seconds.

"Dude!! how is that any better?!" John yells out.

"I'm not that smart when it comes to situations like these, Okay?..."

Davey says in a nervous tone.

"I've gotten the not smart part, since the first day I met you! But here's what I'm still on about, what makes her here any better, still?!" John still questions looking at both Davey and Jay.

"It makes it way much better," she says, purposely stepping on the long wire connecting the bass to the speaker.

"You idiot! Get your filthy shoes off of my plug!" John yells out in annoyance.

"Then shut your filthy mouth!" she stares angrily at John. Who then shakes his head followed by silence.

"Let's just play one song and then leave guys. I can see that she isn't going away anytime soon!" Jay says, shaking his head.

"We could still practice longer, I don't mind!" Davey says trying to tune his electric guitar properly without paying Amber any attention. She then caresses his electric guitar trying to draw his attention to her.

"What does that do?" She asks, giving her best smile and interest to Davey.

"It helps my not so smart self, tune this not so smart guitar of mine," Davey says. John chuckles to himself looking somewhere off into the distance. Davey looks back at John then smiles.

Davey then turns the microphone on.

"This has been a favorite here since, 2 months. it's called 'Here it comes'," on que the band plays without missing a beat.

"Why are you on the run,

Saying less wont make it fun,

Im tripping and turning for you,

My head keeps spinning around for you,

It just doesn't make any sense,

The way it seems on my end,

I'm slowly losing you,

I'm slowly losing you,

We're too old to be blaming again,

About who would've made such a mess,

Lowly my finger goes from pointing at you,

Now tell me why?

Are you running?

Why are you running?

Why are you running?

Tell me why?

Are you running?

Why are you running?

Why are you running?

Tell me why?

Im slowly losing

Im slowly losing

Im slowly losing you

Im slowly losing

Im slowly losing

Im slowly losing you

I really wanna hold you close,

Don't want you to be all alone,

I wanna see in you comfort,

I don't want you to wonder

did I even loved you all along,

Whoooaah,

Whoooaah,

Even if you loved me all along,

Because even sometimes I wonder to myself if you'll miss me when i'm gone,

Now tell me why?

Then it repeats haha"

Davey says smiling at Amber. She gets up and applauds smiling back. While John rolls his eyes at her.

"Do you really wonder that?" Amber says looking into Davey's eyes. "Huh, what? No! It's just for the love of making music!" Davey flusters, laughing. Amber grins ear to ear looking into Davey's eyes.

"Guys I ordered some pizza… and uh-.. I guess the guy's tricycle caught a flat tire or something, because he is lacking... It's been 2 hours already!" Jay says, rubbing his stomach.

"No problem waiting for lunch, If that pizza guy on his tricycle still can't make it, Davey is taller than all of us, So we'll eat him instead!"

Davey crosses his arms and glares at John.

"What?..." John says looking confused.

Davey changes the subject, "So uhm, what do you think? Been working on it for some little time now?" he says looking at Amber.

"It's cute, just like you." she says locking eyes with Davey.

"I guess it's good enough to play live," Davey wonders out loud.

"No man! It sucks! If you think I'm playing that live, then you can just kiss my sweet little bass goodbye!" John says out loud.

"But you were the first person I played it to! You said it was good!" Davey says with a puzzled expression directed towards John.

"I said it was good because you're a pest Davey, You're a pest to society. Had I rejected it, you would keep pestering our ears off with that garbage!" John says, seeing that Davey and the others are speechless, he then adds.

"Look, Even she knows it's filth, she just won't admit it. She's telling you it was good just like I told you it was good when you first had me listen to it." He says.

"Hey Jay! You idiots! One of you guys come down here! I know if I come up, I'll fall right out because of how crammed up and stuffed you guys are up there!"

A familiar weak weaselly voice yells out from underneath the treehouse.

"Crap... it's Jim guys," Jay says along with a gulp.

"Aww man, That mole rat?! What does he want with us now?.. To take his place getting beat up by Billy and his group of headlocking fanatics?!" John says out loud.

"My neck is still stiff from earlier?" Davey says, rubbing the front part of his neck.

Jay straightens his back on his seat. John glares at Amber as if he found out the piece to a missing puzzle.

"Well, someone's gotta go down there," he says, gesturing to her to go down the ladder.

"Yeah and that someone is you!" She says not moving a muscle. Amber doesn't show any signs of leaving or hesitation.

"Why don't you just do what you're told to do?!" John says facepalming.

"What makes you think in your twisted little mind that I would do that? and by you of all people?!" She says, giving John a hard glare.

"I'll go!" Says Davey, climbing down the ladder.

"I'll go with you!" She says rushing after Davey. John looks at Davey, only preferring her to go.

"What?...Fine!" John yells out loud, crossing his arms at Davey.

Davey makes it to the end.

"Wanna catch me as I fall?" She says getting closer to the end.

"Uhhm…why?" Davey asks innocently.

She pauses at the response, then continues downward.

"Nevermind, it's a stupid question"

Amber makes it down with no difficulty.

"Haha! you're starting to sound like me now!" Davey says laughing,

Amber smirks mischievously.

"I have other stupid questions if you don't mind me asking?" She says with her eyes locked onto Daveys. Davey smiles at her,

"Ask away," he says.

"Why did you dye your hair blue?" She asks.

"It's my favorite color," Davey says as he just shrugs.

"Out of my way love birds!" Jim says angrily. Davey and Amber jumped from surprise, clearly having not seen him as they went down from the ladder. Jim makes his way up the ladder cautiously.

"So uhhm, do you live close by?" Amber says, trying to catch his gaze.

"I don't know," He says smiling, trying to avoid her piercing eyes.

"You.. Don't know?" Amber says, thinking of the answer he just given her.

"Ok, I'll tell you… during parts of my life I grew up living with my mom. My dad's been out of my life for years now. I still see him from time to time but whenever we meet up he just keeps reminding me of how much of a failure I was and I am. And that was way after when he and my mom had the divorce. I can't tell you how long it's been from the top of my head." Davey looks at her with a stern gaze.

"I bet it's been rough," She says with a low tone.

"Funny you mentioned it being that way, Because of all the years throughout my life looking back then and now. I'm not lying, when I say this.. It still is." Davey says sitting down on the side of the big tree house. Amber seizes the opportunity and sits right next to him.

"So you live with your mom?" Amber says trying to get Davey's side of the story better.

"We'll, sort of. Due to eviction notices and late bill payments it's only temporary, So we move around alot, but I'm planning to find somewhere else to stay like a hotel or something like that where I can pay monthly" He says, Amber looks off into the distance.

"Wow my mom's having the same problem too," she says in a low tone.

"You're experiencing unwanted road trips too?" Davey says, looking back at Amber from his side.

"Yes, you can almost say that it's the unexpected kind," Amber says, smiling at Davey.

They hold each other's gaze for a few moments, then Davey unexpectedly coughs.

"So uhm, is there any other questions"

He says, eagerly to answer anything she had in mind.

Amber thinks for some time then looks back at Davey with one in mind.

"Ever thought about what job you wanna have or where you wanna live on your own?" she questions.

"What, oh.. I already have a job. I'm working at what I do best at and that's playing in a band with my bandmates" Davey says with a confident tone.

Amber rolls her eyes playfully curling her fingers through her long blonde hair.

"Im serious Davey, You can't play music forever you know,"

Back up the treehouse the bandmates find themselves an uninvited guest who they know as Jim.

"What do you want?..mole rat." John says sitting on the corner end of the wooden room.

"Nothing to do with you idiot, It's Jay I wanted to speak to,'' Jim spits with hatred.

"You're in our treehouse now, so you'll speak to with whomever's willing to speak to you!" John yells flamboyantly.

"Listen, when I asked for one of you idiots to climb down from here, I really wasn't expecting the blue giant to make his dumb way out first." Spits Jim looking at both John and Jay.

"Hey, you guys!"

Everyone froze with surprise.

"You wouldn't believe it, a bird attacked me during my way up here!" Billy says, making his way through the other side of the tree where no one can see him climb up from. He makes his way through the glassless window.

"I didn't figure you as much, as to being a treehouse invader," Jim says, raising a brow.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Jim. like climbing trees. I like to climb trees. Fell off many of them and hit my head plenty of times," Billy says entering, making his way towards the center of the treehouse.

"Oh you've fallen hitting your head plenty of times huh, that explains a lot. What I'm still wondering about is why the two of you climbed up our tree house and ever so uninvitedly."

John says, now shifting his gaze directly at Jim until he realizes and sees the pizza box in Billy's hands.

"You know what my friend, just because of that remark, I was thinking of maybe giving you guys crumbs of what you just ordered or maybe a vegetable topping off of the pizza slices," Billy says, eating with his mouth open.

"It turns out.. I won't be doing any of that, So you all can just forget it." He takes another big slice of pizza from the pizza box he's holding with his other hand. Billy then bites into the vegetable pizza.

"What happened with the pizza guy, you put him in a headlock too?" John yells out the only question thats in everyone's mind.

"I just beat him up." Billy says with ease, still munching. Jim,Jay and lastly John look at Billy with shocked facial expressions.

"I'll hold you to that then," John says following it with nothing else to add.

"Don't believe me?.. he's lying there like a possum on your front porch." Billy says smiling.

"Trust me if we believed you about falling out of trees and hitting your head plenty of times. What makes you think we dont believe a guy isn't sound asleep on our front porch?.. Now, to the important matter at hand here," Jay says with a nod at Jim to speak.

"Right uh the lunch money. He still needs it, Jay." Jim says squinting his eyes as if a doctor rolled up his sleeves to give him a vaccination.

Jay paces back and forth trying hard to not trip over the wires.

Finally followed by a sigh he then questions.

"How much?"

"$50.55… Yeah, I've kept track."

Billy says, looking directly at Jay with a hard glare.

"You know he's lying to you right? we don't have your stupid lunch money!" John yells, pointing an angry finger at Jim.

"I know… but the challenge excites me," says Billy flatly with a smile.

"Ok, give us 3 months.. we'll figure out something." Jay says, looking at Billy with reason.

"3 months it is, then 3 months only it'll be," Billy says with an easy going attitude. He gets up from the wooden floor and makes his way to shake hands with Jay reasonably. Jay accepts the greasy hand shake.

"I really love to stick around guys but I gotta go, I've wasted so much of my time here already." and with that Billy picks back up the pizza box and starts making his climb back down. He then pauses to look at Jay with a serious expression on his face.

"3 months... You better have it by then Jay. Or else, I will show up uninvitedly with more uninvited guests… and let me tell you as much as I was excited to see you, they won't be." He then continues to make his climb back down with the pizza box.

At the other side of the tree house Davey gets up to brush off a bug crawling on his arm.

"If I didn't know any better I would say that you're beginning to sound like my Mom," He then says with his arms crossed.

Amber, still sitting against the tree, then gets up and smiles.

"Well, First off… Ouch, that hurts and second of all ever thought about doing something that doesn't involve your guitar? Like me for instance I wanna be a hairstylist when I'm done with Highschool." Amber says with passion.

"Yeah and I just wanna keep playing on my guitar," Davey says, crossing his arms.

"You're not listening to me," She says, trying to get Davey's attention.

"You're not listening," Davey interjects, then something catches his attention.

Billy walks in their sight with the pizza box open in his hand, eating slices with his other free hand.

It catches Ambers attention as well in an instant.

"Didn't they order pizza earlier? Why is he just now coming down with the pizza box from their treehouse?" She questions and makes her way towards Davey to catch his gaze.

"Now that is a question, I don't have the answers to." Davey says looking back at Amber.

"And we didn't even hear him climb up these steps," Amber says, still not putting the two together.

"Yeah imma stray away from this one," Davey says, doing his best from bursting out into laughter.

"Nice one," Amber says chuckling to herself, then a long silence drags out from the two.

"Do you know where you wanna live, what kind of house, or what state? And please don't answer it.. with, playing your guitar."

Amber says, smiling at Davey.

"Wow, you're really good at giving interviews," Davey says smiling back.

"I just want an average home with average bills to pay… and then play my guitar." Davey says as his smile grows wider.

"I should've known that was coming" she facepalms lightly. Davey bursts into laughter.

"I should get going now, see you around?"

Amber turns her back, getting ready to leave.

"I'll see you then," Davey says with a smile.

She starts walking away from the treehouse.

Chapter 6
Man this sucks!

Back up the treehouse, Jim is still the only uninvited guest who chose to linger around a bit more.

"So why the blame, Jim? Why did you put all of this on us?.. Does it look like I'm an ATM Jim?.. Does it look like money just comes flying out of my butt?" Jay yells.

"Whatever, I saw you guys play at that Parking Lot… you guys suck!" With that he makes his way down the latter.

"That's it?! That's all you have to say?! Next time you wanna complain to us about lyrics go to the guy with the blue hair you mole rat!!!" Yells John.

Jim slips on one of the old damaged steps on the latter. Davey catches him in an instant.

"I got ya, You know.. it's a good thing I caught you in a ladder of time."

Davey jokes while giving Jim support climbing back down from almost losing his balance from the unexpected slip.

Jim hops back down pushing Davey's hands away from him.

"Get your Filthy paws Of me!!!" Jim yells out furiously.

"You piece of dog crap, with the cherry on top!!!" Jim says shivering in anger, then he storms off, walking away.

Davey just shrugs, then climbs up the ladder.

"Oh please tell me he slipped on that one bad step Davey!.. Please!!! It'll make our day the whole lot better." Jay pleads.

"He almost did.. But lost his mind, when I touched him from saving his life from such harmless heights." Davey says and sits on the corner end of the room.

"Well now that you're here, I'll give you a quick recap. Billy stopped by the treehouse and pretty much told us that he mugged our pizza guy but is still hungry and we need to pay him 51 bucks. Which I assume, the guy he stole from is still lying knocked out on our front porch. Jim, who was here earlier and who you just saw left just now, just told us we sucked and that was pretty much it." Jay says sitting in a seat next to his cymbals set.

"Don't forget the fact that the headlock fanatic ate from our pizza box, almost finishing it in our faces," John says, shaking his head from side to side.

"Well that sucks… There's a big show coming up in three months at a bar where any musician is allowed to enter and play. Maybe we can pay at that time," Davey says as he folds his arms over his legs while sitting.

"Sounds good, I guess.." Jay says, rubbing his face.

"Then we need to sound better by rehearsing," Davey says, trying to encourage Jay with light hearted words.

"Yeah, But still.. How could all of this happen in 1 day?"

John says yelling out the obvious.

"You really think I have the answer to that question?" Davey says shooting John with a grin on his face.

"You know what, I'm sorry, I should have known better. Instead, remind me to go ask a Donkey's butt that question later.

"Are you saying I have the face of a donkey's butt?" Davey says grinning at John.

"Yes figuratively speaking and literally speaking," John says looking at Davey.

"Those are big words John," Jay says looking at John with surprise from him using such words.

"Well Somebody's gonna have to pick up the slack that's in this band. Davey is as dumb as they come, man. We've all seen it first hand" John says looking at Jay.

"So you mean to tell me, you for once, are actually good at something…

And that's to lie through your teeth about how good you are?" Jay says, looking quizzically at John,

John facepalms.

"Hey are we gonna start practicing playing our instruments or we're just gonna keep talking about how dumb I am?" Davey says interrupting.

"Yes!!!" John and Jay both yell in sync at Davey.

"Dude you seriously wanna start this argument now? And now of all time?"

John says to Jay in a disappointed tone.

"What argument? I don't even know what's going on right now?! What's even happening?!?!" Jay yells in a confused expression.

"Nothing is happening, but only genuine entertainment, see what I just did there, I have a natural talent for this kind of stuff, this is why I'm the greatest thing ever that happened in this baby poop stain of a band, now let's get to playing before, butt-face here gets upset." John says smiling. Everyone positioned themselves on their instruments. Jay sits in the seat to play on the cymbals set. John standing readies his bass and Davey is standing prepping himself on the electric guitar and microphone.

"Yeah well, you're right about one thing John. I'll give you that, you really are the greatest thing that happened, and that's for all the stirred up trouble that's been in my life." Jay answers to John.

"You guys ready?" Davey says excitedly into the mic.

Jay and John both nod.

"3…2..1 Go!!!"

They play loudly, having the house walls on the treehouse vibrate. Other neighboring homes can feel the vibration as well as the terrible music. Their ears growed numb too since the 3 boys first formed the band. Birds fly away from the terrible noise covering their ears at the same time, but only one can dream right?

OH CRAP!!! A DREAM!!!

All of a sudden his eyes opened wide open from a heavy sleep.

"Where the heck am I?!" Davey wakes up from the cold hotel floor with the blanket wrapped around him like a python with its prey.

He rubs his eyes quickly and then gets up to get a better look at his surroundings. The 1 king sized bed from across is abandoned. But the bed sheets and pillows are everywhere. Like someone has been jumping up and down on them.

"No seriously where the heck am I?" Davey asks out loud, as if he's playing a prank on himself. Davey walks around the hotel room. He sees the letter that's bald up across the floor. He makes his way towards the letter that's all bald up. He picks it up and He opens it up carefully. He reads who it was sent from.

From: This Is Your Mother!!!

"Yup, It's probably Jay's" he mouths out to himself, remembering the letter. Reading what she wrote earlier.

"Yeah she definitely doesn't like me,"

He puts the letter on top of the refrigerator. He sits on the cold floor keeping himself warm with a blanket.

He then later starts to think to himself.

It's been a long day, Also a long nap too.. I can't believe after all I've been through with this band it's been 10 years now. I'm 21 years old, the others are a little younger. Even If they told me how old they were again I would always manage to forget because we've been together for so long. I know that doesn't make any sense but It makes sense to me in a weird different way. Life is taking its toll on me now. John is here with me in this crappy hotel. I don't have the money to get ourselves, separate rooms. Jay is with his parents. And I know for sure his Mom doesn't like my guts.

Davey gets up with the blanket wrapped around him to grab the remote on the counter table. He then sits on the bed facing himself towards the TV. He hits the power button on the remote with his thumb.

The TV flicks on to the presidential debate.

"Here's a question for you president Dumbplings, about the war that's still going on right now as we speak, about Iraq. Could've all of this been avoided through a simple phone call?"

"Well to tell you the truth Mrs. Fratie, with this devastating war that's still going on. all of it could've been easily avoided, it could even be avoided through a simple video clip sent through from tiktok. To keep things fair and simple to the real world out there that's watching or maybe just listening in, if they don't have colored TVs and are still watching us in black and white, Me and Mr. Clean are really good friends. I'm also friends with the Quaker Oats man and BuzzBee from Honey Nut Cheerios-" says the president but gets interrupted by Phannie the Hostess of the debate.

"What does this have to do with the war that's still going on that you could've easily avoided?" she says clearly puzzled.

"Pass," he says, standing straight.

"This isn't a spelling bee Mr. President, it's a debate, you can't just pass a question," She says, trying her best to hide her frustrations.

"Ok you really wanna know? Mrs. Fratie?.." he says.

"It's Phannie Mr. President." she says, correcting him.

"I bet the whole world wants to know why huh?.. Then here it is, I bet all of my belongings on a Nascar race and lost, which means I have just lost all of my precious stuff. And now I'm looking towards the American people, Please. Donate to my website , where you can help make a change. Again, it's really simple. Help my bank account. help the world." He says looking straight into the camera.

"In your dreams dude!" yells out Davey raising the remote to change the channel.

"What the!"

Every channel Davey tries to change it to is displayed as unavailable.

"Crappy hotel with crappy cable, go figure."

Jay suddenly enters the room. He sees Davey and smiles as he comes in with the big duffle bag.

"Hey buddy!" Jay says grinning.

"What's up my man!" Davey smiles back while powering off the TV with the remote.

"Whatcha watching there?" Jay says by closing the door behind him and by throwing his duffel bag on the floor.

"Nothing for now.. And I mean literally." He says jokingly gesturing towards the turned off TV.

"Well that's cute, let me know if anything interesting comes on okay, Imma see what you got in the fridge." Jay says, rubbing the back of his head, making his way towards the fridge.

"I didn't get anything.. You're welcome, by the way." Davey says.

Jay opens the refrigerator and to his dismay, Davey had nothing in it.

A frown forms on Jay's face as his stomach growls like thunder.

"Man this sucks!" Jay says, making his way to sit beside the wall.

"Tell me about it." Davey says, looking at Jay with sympathy.

"But don't fret now my friend, because we have a show to play at today! Then our frowns can be turned upside down with Joy by doing what we do best." Davey says with a good nurtured tone.

Jay's face brightens up a little.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He replied.

A few good moments passed by.

"Hey man, do you know what time the show starts? My mom wants to know so she can come and get me just in case of an emergency?" Jay says, looking at Davey.

"We're supposed to be getting a move on now actually. Somewhere in between 7 or 8. You'd think that I'd already have wrote it down by now." Davey says as he rushes to grab his electric guitar case.

"Dude it's 7:00 right now!" Jay says, looking at the now at haste Davey with a shocked expression on his face.

"I know right!" Davey smiles at Jay.

A few minutes passed by and The two already got themselves ready. As both of the boys get ready to leave their hotel room Davey stops with an urgent message.

"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, your mom left you a letter to read." Davey says, about to head out the door.

"Dude she's written many letters in the past, as if i'm on some quest or something. Let's just go dude, before she makes me miserably sick sending another one in!" Says Jay behind Davey with a desperate tone.

The boys made their way out of the hotel. It took them 10 more minutes to make it to the roach race track on foot.

"Let's wait here for John because I left without leaving a letter or a text message"

"Okay dude I've had it with that crap, just stop it with the letters. I'm tired of hearing that! You're making my ears fall out, just by hearing you say it!"

Jay says to Davey.

"Sorry man, I didn't knew you've felt that way, I'll stop saying it immediately then"

Davey says, with a sincere look of an apology.

A few seconds later Davey pulls out his phone to start calling John.

"Hey man," -Davey

"Yeah uh… l don't even see a potato chip in the fridge, did you just moved out or something?" -John

"I thought you left to go buy stuff?"

-Davey

"Don't give me that crap Davey we both know I use my own money for myself and If I don't have any for food, then I'll eat your stuff. It's called the circle of life Davey. It's as simple as that." -John

"I didn't know you had it all planned out Mr. The world revolves only around me 24/7." -Davey

"Yeah well, there's a lot of things you don't know about Davey." -John

"Good to know.. I called you to let you know that the show starts now, which is why you don't see me and Jay in the hotel. The show starts from around 7 or 8." -Davey

A long cracked sigh comes from John's end on the phone.

"Ok, I'll be there man…could've just written a letter you know," -John

"Please don't say that around Jay." -Davey

"No promises… Just let me know where you're at and I'll be on my way," -Jay

"Okay, I uhhm…" Davey takes a look around but he sees that there's no signs or names for the street that he is on.

"Holy crap where the heck am I?!?!" Davey wonders out loud.

A long pause comes from John's end of the phone.

"Yeah.. once you've figured that out just text me." says John as he hangs up.

"Oakie doke-" said Davey, as he realized John had already hung up.

"Send this to him, He'll find this restaurant we're already standing next to," Jay says while using his phone.

"You got it?" Jay questioned Davey.

"Yuppie yope" Davey says enthusiastically as he receives the text message from Jay.

"Don't say that, Ever again.. It sounds weird." Jay says looking at Davey with a stern expression.

Davey texts John the restaurant's location. A few minutes pass by, The two boys stand in front of the restaurant.

"Wanna go inside?" Davey gestures his hand towards the restaurant.

"Sure," Jay replys. The two boys enter through the big main entrance doors.

Inside the restaurant is very vacant. It has many seats but there is no one sitting in them. The chandeliers in the ceiling give the place a very dim look while

classical music plays quietly in the background. The sound of no voices or just regular random conversations gives it an odd suspense. Silence then cave in, the more the boys kept walking.

"Dude.. Is this place giving you the creeps or what?" Jay says looking heavily disturbed by the dim lights and low music playing in the background to the point where the sound of silence itself can be heard.

"You're not the only one who's uncomfortable here Jay, John should be on his way now so, no worries." Davey says charismatically.

"Yeah, I guess…" Jay says still not persuaded yet looking at Davey with his arms crossed.

"What?" Davey says, trying his best from letting out short bursts of laughter.

"Nothing," Jay says with a stern glare.

"No, I'm serious dude, what?" Davey says grinning uncontrollably at Jay.

"I said it's nothing!" Jay yells. He walks back and forth, looking left and right at the deserted restaurant. Then he sits in one of the seats.

Suddenly, after a second had passed, the sound of a little girl's voice echoed from a nearby table.

" YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!"

Her posture is as straight as a statue. Hands clenched from side by side.

As she spoke the room grew dimmer.

"Holy mother of cows it just got dark in here!" Jay screams out.

Davey in a low tone tries his best calming down Jay.

"Dude chill! Maybe she can help us out,"

Davey says, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Help?.. Help us out?! Dude what kind of world do you live in?! Did you hear what she just said? We're. not. welcome. here!" Jay yells at Davey.

One of the ceiling lights flickers, catching the two boy's attention. Then both of them returned their gaze where the little girl was at but then she was gone.

"Where'd she go?" Davey says in a confused state.

"How should I know, you were the one who wanted to be friends with it, why don't you just talk to her!" Jay says, waving his hands around.

"Good idea, I'll call her." Davey says as he turns and leaves.

"Oh!! My!!! I was kidding!!!" Jay says with aggravated concern.

Davey makes his way towards the table the little girl once was.

"Hello!.. Little weird girl!.. What's your name?! My name's Davey?!" Davey yells out, eagerly waiting for a response back from the little girl.

"I'm also an idiot! Little weird girl please feel free to beat me up, because obviously me, getting beat up in middle school wasn't enough!" Jay yells out trying his best to sound like Davey.

"Hey this is Jay! I'm also an idiot! Feel free to give me an enormous wedgie from the rooftops if you have the time, Please and thank you so much little weird girl!" Davey yells out doing his best to sound like Jay.

Then suddenly, the whole abandoned restaurant shook as if an earthquake was unfolding before the boy's very eyes.

"Oh balls! An earthquake is happening! And it's at this stinking place out of all places! I should've written my mom that letter!" Jay yells shamefully as he falls through the ground.

then suddenly a voice booms out.

" YOU BOTH ARE IDIOTS! THINKING I WOULD STAND FOR SUCH MOCKERY! THINKING WE TAKE KINDLY TO TRESPASSERS! THIS WILL BE IT FOR THE BOTH OF YOU! THE CHAPTER OF YOUR LIVES.. NOW ENDS HERE! MINDLESS RODENT SCUM!" The little girl growls with such words made to instinctively belittle the both of the boys.

"Holy crap!!!" Davey yells out, as he watches Jay plummet through the cracked open, revealing floors.

Jay free falls downward until he grabs a hold of something to keep him from descending.

"Dude, are you okay?!" Davey yells out down to Jay.

"Does it look like I'm living up my best life Davey? I mean for crying out loud, This was all supposed to be about playing for that show. Not knowing whether or not we'll be a big hit!.. But now I see where we're hitting.. rock bottom. Tell my parents and John, That it's been one crazy ride." Jay says still clinging on to a cliff to prevent himself from falling from great heights into the pitch black.

"No, Not without you!" Davey looks left and right trying to see if he could use anything to pull Jay out of the huge crater. He runs around the dim lit restaurant looking for anything to help himself with Jay.

He runs from wall to wall trying to find anything but it's no use. There is no object in the restaurant to help Him pull Jay out of the huge crater.

[Jays perspective]

Man today just isn't doing it for me, at all..

Davey is trying everything he can to find an object to try and pull me out with, but I feel like it's no use, And his luck finding whatever it is, isn't just getting any better,

Jay wondered to himself.

"Found, anything yet!" Jay yelled out, trying to get a better understanding about his help from above.

"Uhh! Noo!" Davey says, yelling far off out loud into the distance. still thinking of better ways to help ease the situation that himself and Jay got themselves into.

"Alright!..." Jay yells back with concern.

Davey went back and forth looking for anything to help himself reach for Jay down below. He knew if he had reached down for him he'd lose all of his balance and fall directly into the pitch black empty cracked open floors that the earthquake had just made for the restaurant. For some reason the ceilings had not caved itself in yet, assuming that it's only a matter of time before it does.

He then makes his way over to Jay to yell out another plan he had in mind. So that way, Jay can be kept up to date.

"Try not to fall to your doom alright, Imma go see what they have in the restrooms!"

Davey yells out. Looking down at Jay with who he sees is struggling to maintain a proper grip on the cliff in the cracked open vacant ground.

"Duly noted!" Jay yells out.

"Alright I'll try to be here as fast as I can, but If I take a bit longer, just to give you a heads up, nature calls!" Davey yells, downward at Jay.

"Please not while I'm hanging from a thread here. Tell these terrible toilet jokes to yourself, because nobody including myself wants to hear it!" Jay says, making sure he projects his voice to the point where Davey can hear him.

"Alright, Humpty Dumpty just don't have a great big fall okay. I'm off to go looking for anything helpful!" Davey yells out running into the farther side of the restaurant.

[Davey's perspective]

Crap!!! Crap!!! Crap!!!

I can't find a rope anywhere! Or anything else out of the ordinary that can help Jay out of that deep ditch! I'm starting to think his mom's right about me, for many cases that don't need much explaining. It's now 11:00 PM Just maybe the Roach race track has a late night show that we all could still attend and play in…. Today has definitely been a long day. Especially, since we first set foot into this freakshow of a restaurant.

BUZZ BUZZ!… BUZZ BUZZ!

"Hello?" -Davey

"Dude is this a restaurant or horror film you just had me walked into?" -John

"Uhhm, both? It started out as this normal weird empty restaurant. Then some weird little girl showed up, Which made things even weirder. You're outside of the main entrance?" -Davey

A long pause comes from John's end of the phone.

"Hello?... Helloooo?..." -Davey.

Silence fills the room once again giving Davey the stillness he needs to think to himself. Thinking, what he's gotten Jay and John into. His eyes are starting to adjust to the harsh dimmed out lights. Thoughts in his head made themselves known out loud. The black void starts to increase itself mentally and physically. Now being a part of the dim environment. The sound of something odd moves from behind him, catching his ear's unwanted attention. Davey slowly turns himself around in the poorly lit area, starting to face whatever it was that moved as if it wasn't human. "Rahh!!!" John yells loudly at Davey, giving him a jumpscare, to which anybody's heart would skip a beat at that particular moment. Davey jumped like a frog out of a pond. "Haha duuude! You acted like you've seen a ghost! Haha!" John says while laughing, his laugh echoes throughout the entire restaurant.

"Don't ever do that again man!" Davey says. Looking at John with a relaxed demeanor, relieved to see him.

"You're actually scared of this place?.. you of all people?!" John yells out still finding what he found was funny from before. "Noo.. Not really.. If some weirdo made an earthquake out of nowhere! You'd be quite jumpy too!" Davey says while crossing his arms. "If only I had a camera to see your stupid face then," John says smiling at Davey. "Not happening.." Davey says, looking at John.

John looks around the dim lit place. Not even moved by it a little.

"Where the heck is Jay?" John says, with his voice being carried out with the echoes.

"Well, he fell from the earthquake?" Davey says, looking worried.

"Annnd?" John says, stretching the question.

"Annnd he's stuck at the bottom, hanging onto a cliff." Davey says heavily.

"Wow." John mouths. "A Lot has happened before I've gotten here huh?" he questions, looking at Davey.

"Yeah, it just so happened to be… I'm looking for anything to pull him out of there, if you found or find anything useful-" Davey says, but was quickly interrupted by John.

"I actually did found something useful. Close by the two main entrance doors. A small ladder was left, just standing there." John says, with both of his hands in his pockets.

"If it's as good as I'll get it then I'll take it. Let's go man!" Davey yells out making his way straight forward. John follows right behind him.

A few moments pass by, the boys run endlessly forward. where they still see tables in the middle of the dim lit restaurant.

A few more minutes pass by, The boys keep running. Knowing if they make it to the two main entrance doors, they will be able to help Jay out as soon as possible. They let nothing cloud their minds this time as they run effortlessly to the front.

Sweat rolls down Davey's face from exhaustion.

"It's been a while since I've hit the gym," Davey says.

"You and me, both.. Holy crap, how far is that door? I thought it was close enough-" Replies John but was then cut off by Davey.

"Nevermind that, just keep running. soon enough, all of this will be over!" Davey says almost out of breath.

"I hope you're right!" John says, following behind Davey.

The two continue on their long run. Time slows down miraculously. Every 15 minutes the restaurant's dim lights flicker.

The horrific scenery gets even darker.

"Are the lights always supposed to be this dull?! What if I trip and hit my funny bone?!" John says grinning.

"Hey! That was my line!" Davey stopped to look at John.

"Yeah right.. C'mon!!!" John says, gesturing to Davey to continue running.

The two kept running, growing tired by the second.

Until they spotted someone eating by themselves on the table.

Davey runs clumsily and sits next to the stranger.

"Got room for one more?" he says, still examining the stranger's face.

It's the face of a teenager. She has blonde hair kept in a bun. Her eyes give out a jet black color, due to the dim lights of the restaurant.

"Looks like you're enjoying whatever that is, that's on your plate... Please don't tell me that's someone's brain you're eating." John says instinctively with a look of disgust.

"Im Davey and this is John," Davey says looking at her and then looking at John.

"Oh, I'm Jess." she says in a normal tone.

"May I ask, what you're eating, at a haunted hour like this?" John asks sympathetically.

"Well to answer your question it's not brains. I'm bringing back data to a scientist from my group. I'm assuming you met the little trouble maker?" Jess says looking at both of the teens.

"Yeah she made an earthquake, now one of our buddy's is stuck clinging on to dear life, off of a cliff," Davey says, looking at Jess.

"It's not good for you guys to do this alone or even be out here just freely roaming. You should meet my group. We'll help you!" Jess says, looking at both of them with assurance. She then stands up and makes her leave, making a hand movement signaling the other's to follow her. Davey and John follow right behind her.

It didn't take long for Jess to introduce Davey and John to her group.

The group consisted of five members including Jess making it 6.

"Wow you found survivors, nice!" a man with curly hair yells from a distance.

The tables are flipped on their sides to use as some sort of barricade. He gets up from it and waves. Davey and John wave back at the man. The man with black short curly hair makes his way to the three.

"The name's Timothy, but I'd like to go by 'Hot Trash'," The man says, extending his hand for a handshake.

"I'll try not to forget it," John says grinning, shaking hands with Hot Trash first.

"So.. you're the scientist around these parts?.. My name's Davey," Davey says, shaking hands with Hot Trash secondly, afterwards.

"Davey huh?.. I like that." Hot Trash says, after shaking Davey's hand.

"What? you wanna go by that one too?" John says, still grinning at him.

Hot trash laughs at John's comment.

"Nahh.. Just 'Hot Trash' is find with me,"

"Here's the sample, Hot Trash." Jess gives him what John assumed to be brains earlier before. Hot trash takes the sample that Jess handed to him.

"Ok cool, As you can see here guys this isn't just your normal restaurant. we all individually got trapped in this dim, lit place. The little girl you've just encountered recently, she hates us and we don't know why, but what we do know is that she trapped us in here. Jess, if you wanna show them around or not, it's up to you anyway. Hope you guys feel at home here, at our HQ."

"Like we had a stable one to begin with! High five!" John says, as he raises his hand towards him.

"High five Davey!" John says to him again. Davey crosses his arms at him.

Hot trash just looks at the two.

"Well, I'll see you around then guys!"

He makes his way to another barricaded department.

The two turn around to Jess as if she's their tour guide.

"Peace out," Jess says as she walks away from the two.

"So much for making us feel at home," John says, turning back to Davey.

"Like we had one to begin with," Davey says grinning from ear to ear.

"No.. You can't take that from me!" John says, looking at Davey with a disapproving gaze.

While Davey chuckles to himself.

"Hey you guys want me to show you around? My names Earl," says a man from one of the member's approaches.

"Sure!" Davey says thankfully.

"Ok cool uhm follow me," earl says walking slowly.

"This is our droid, it watches anything moving suspiciously in that direction and then just shoots it down with rapid succession" Earl says with a smile forming on his face.

"What if it was another person, who got trapped by that little weird girl?" Davey asks, filled with concern.

"Sucks to be them then, luckily you guys are on the right side, because if you were wandering aimlessly around then you would be littered with holes." Earl says winningly.

"So she's bulletproof.. good to know," John says with a look of surprise.

"Technically, I haven't shot at her yet, so I don't know if she is." Earl says, looking at John.

"Does it take all of this, for just that 1 little weird girl?" Davey asks, looking at Earl.

"I hope not," Earl says, looking at Davey with tension.

"Did any one of you guys knew her personally?.. Because Einstein here tried befriending her earlier on and well you've seen how that went, she shook up this whole poor excuse of a restaurant. Now one of our bandmates is stuck at the bottom, clinging onto a cliff." John says, looking at Earl.

"To answer your question, no one knows her background.. But we do know this, she is easily ticked off. The more ticked off she gets, it's goodbye to Daddy's scary restaurant." Earl says looking at the two.

"So, she gets angry easily. Well, Davey is a natural at making someone angry easily. Aren't you Davey boyy?!" John says grinning at Davey.

"No comment." Davey says, while crossing his arms at John.

Earl looks at the two boys confused, then shakes his head.

"We don't need her pissed off even more, she needs to be eliminated. She is the main reason we're all stuck here in the first place!" Earl says, looking at both John and Davey.

"I know that, but do you guys have a plan? Because it seems like that scientist of yours, Oh what's his name? Oh yeah, hot garbage has been stuck here for over a decade and from the looks of it.. He looked like he still couldn't figure it out." John responds looking at Earl then he continues.

"That guy looked like he found all of you guys a couple weeks ago, then he made this freakshow of a barricaded base and went out to look for people like you. Then he starts assigning them jobs like for instance do the same thing I, your fellow hot garbage of a man has done, Which is to lead people to this messed up base of mine and I'll give them a story I just fabricated on the way from behind a table that's turned over from the side." John says with ease looking into Earl's eyes, then continues on saying.

"Now tell me.. If I missed it on the mark for most cases." John finishes, waiting eagerly for Earl's answer.

"You're 95% right, what took a big chunk of that 5% was his name." Earl says, looking at John. He just rolls his eyes at Earl gesturing for him to continue.

"Oh please, do tell me." John says, looking away from a distance.

"It's hot trash." Earl says while staring at John.

"Oh yeah, as if that made things any better." John says, staring daggers at Earl.

"Listen, I know how you feel, when you're stuck here with newfound hope. You found this guy calling himself hot trash, giving you a feeling that there's strength in numbers and has given unwanted assigned tasks, which benefits nobody at all." Davey says while getting closer to Earl, then he continues.

"But there is another way. That way is called freedom. Me and John here are gonna go save our bandmate that's been hanging from a cliff. All you gotta do is just join us. Everyone is free to join us, I'll make sure to spread the word. You may feel free to do so too… We're leaving instead of hiding behind our tables." Davey says as he turns his back and then just walks away. Earl watches as John follows behind Davey. The two walk out of the table barricaded base running into Jess. She looks at the both of them surprised.

"Leaving so soon?" She asks, looking at Davey.

" Yes and you should too, feel free to join us." Davey says with a good heart.

"Ok.. I got tired of running these mindless errands anyways." She says feeling the heavyweight removed from her shoulders.

"Ok then let's go,'' Davey says, looking forward.

The three walk endlessly on their journey to the main entrance. A plan that involved a ladder being close by and the two big doors for escape.

"I can see we're getting closer, I'm actually gonna get out of here!" Jess says with a full smile.

"Of course you can leave, it's through the main entrance. We have to go save our bandpal next!" Davey says looking somewhere off into the distance.

"Cool… Peace guys!" She says quickly walking towards the main entrance. She pulls the handle and a bright light peels out of the dim lit restaurant. She makes her way out freely with no other situations escalating.

"Time to save Jay!" Davey says looking at John with a joyful tone.

"Well that ladder isn't just gonna carry itself Davey, give me a hand here!" John says grinning at Davey, then he races towards the ladder left standing in the middle of the restaurant.

The two lift the ladder from both angles. Then they make their way to rescue their fellow bandmate.

"Is it me or just every time I look up, I see it's getting darker in here." Davey questions out loud.

"I don't know, the further we go then maybe." John says shrugging while still carrying and walking with the ladder from the bottom end.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this John, If I'd had known this would be like a haunted house. I would've never walked in here in the first place." Davey says, staring into John's eyes.

"Crap Davey! The floor is wet, watch your step. I guess some people didn't know where the bathroom was and had to go early!!!" John says as he walks slowly with caution while still lifting the ladder. "John, you know I care alot about you, I mean look how far we've gone. This is worthy enough to be a film or a movie. And there's nobody I would rather be in anything with, if it's without you guys."

Davey says in a meaningful tone.

"I have an itch on my left buttcheek, I'm putting my end of the ladder down real quick okay." he does so scratching his arms and legs, then his left buttcheek.

Davey sighs, while still holding his end of the ladder.

"Did you even listen to a word I said?"

Davey says looking at John still scratching the left side of his own buttocks.

"I heard most of the whining and excuses, then zoned out later throughout all of that" John says in a calm tone.

"I wasn't whining, or making any excuses!" Davey says, looking at John.

"What was the apology for then?" John says, looking at Davey.

"Dude I was talking about how long we've been together as bandmates and looking back how far we've came." Davey says, looking at John.

"I know part of that isn't true Davey, there's no need to play cat and mouse with me" John says grinning at Davey.

"Whatever..You done scratching your buttocks?" Davey says while holding his end of the ladder tightly.

"Yes, the left side of my buttocks is itch free." John says, picking back up his end of the ladder.

"Then let's go help Jay." Davey says good naturedly.

It didn't take long for the both of them to finally find Jay still clinging, to prevent himself from falling into the darkness.

"How's the view down there Jay?" Davey yells out while grinning.

"Oh, it's been a real cliffhanger you know, every now and then when I think about it!" Jay yells out from below.

"Miss me buddy?!" John yells out while lowering the ladder for Jay to grab it.

"Hey John what's up!" Jay says with excitement.

"Climb this later, so you can see for yourself!" John says, pulling the ladder as if it was a rope. Instantly Davey runs and pulls the ladder alongside John. They both successfully pull Jay out of the black deep ditch. But then something catches Jay's attention.

"On second thought push me back in," Jay says in a shaky voice while looking at what's behind John and Davey.

The little girl stares at them. Her frown showing off her pure rage. Eyeing them slowly, then walking closer step by step.

Then suddenly in a matter of seconds she sprints at them. Her hands reach for John first but she trips on the ladder. She shrieks with surprise as she falls into the deep black where Jay had just been rescued from. Davey peeks down the black deep ditch. He sees nothing but darkness.

"Is she really gone?" Davey questions the two.

"Wanna go down there and see?" John says, looking at Davey.

"No thanks," Davey says, shaking his head at John from side to side.

"Let's get out of this crappy restaurant," Jay says along with a sigh.

"Don't have to tell me twice, let's move!"

Davey yells out speed walking forward.

John and Jay follow quickly after Davey.

Moments later the three arrive nearby Hot Trashes poor excuse of a barricaded base. The rest of the member's heard from Earl that the three boys were leaving. The news even reached Hot Trash's ears. His face reddens with rage.

"We can't stay here forever Tim!" Earl yells at Hot Trash.

"What?! Are you crazy Earl?! Are you finally losing your marbles?! What happened to you?? At first, you were all in or nothing!!" Hot Trash says with red eyes.

"Yeah.. Well, now I want out!" Earl says looking at Hot Trash.

"You make my stomach hurt just by looking at you!" Hot Trash spits.

"And whose fault is that?!" Earl says, looking at him.

"What?!" Hot Trash says with a confused facial expression.

"You need a new hobbie, instead of tracking down that thing or whatever scary chemistry this place has with it."

Earl says, looking at him.

"You don't even know what you're talking about!" Hot Trash yells.

Earl looks at him while crossing his arms in silence.

"None of this is even making any sense! Why are you fighting me on this?! I thought that there was an understanding Earl?!" Hot Trash yells at the top of his lungs. He then looks back at Earl.

"You know what.. I know where this is coming from, it's those three boys is it," Hot Trash says glaring at Earl.

Ear shakes his head from side to side.

"You don't even kno-"

"IS IT?!"

Hot Trash yells at Earl with a harsh tone.

"Jim listen to m-" Earl says, but then again he gets cut off.

"MY NAMES NOT JIM!!!" Hot Trash attacks him with his bare hands. Earl dodges parts of his offensive punches.

Then he catches a blow to the face.

All of the member's ran to the scene, to see what was all of the commotion about.

"Everything's okay?" One of the member's asked, looking at Earl rubbing part of his face from the blow.

"Oh yeah, try and stop it while a guy is already getting beat up, but nevermind that, he's lost it guys were heading out of here!" Earl says while still mentally recovering himself from Hot Trashes brutal attack.

"Yeah with the beating you just had, you made a valid point, I'm outta here!" one of the members walked away quickly. He walks forward heading towards the main entrance while the other members follow after him.

"I spoke to everyone already, about leaving… they all agreed. You don't have any real plans.. you just want us to think that you do. Let's just face it.. You're delusional.

You want everyone else to stay and suffer with you in this terrible dim setting of a restaurant. You're blinded by this, because you're so used to seeing things your way. Well let me make my news all clear for you to see buddy, we're all done here." Earl says looking at Hot Trash, then he turns his back to walk away with the rest of the member's.

Hot Trash is left all alone with his anger.

The three boys made their way outside throughout the main entrance.

"Oh sweet, sweet, sweet freedom! Oh how I missed you so," John says with a smile when he finally feels the warm sun on his skin.

"My parents are probably worried sick about me.. Imagine all of the letters she sent while I was gone!" Jay says, looking at Davey.

"Probably like 15?!" Davey says as he just shrugs.

"It's gotta be more than that, I can tell by the look on his face." John says grinning looking at Jay's facial expression.

"Like you could ever fathom, what goes on up here in my head." Jay says, crossing his arms at John.

"Trust me Jay I know and there's not much going on in there with that pea size brain of yours," John says while giggling.

"Hey what are you guys doing standing there like a bunch of traffic cones?!"

A stranger yells out.

"Uhh I don't know actually, but don't go to any restaurants in this city if you're hungry stay home and eat homemade food!" Davey yells out to the stranger.

"I'm not planning on going to any!.. You guys need a ride?!" The stranger yells out with a smile.

"Yes thank you! C'mon guys, this cool guy is gonna take us out for a ride!" Davey yells with excitement.

The others do the same leaping with joy, they run inside the strangers black van.

Inside the black van there's three girls in the van.

One has 2 ponytails, 1 tied up on the left and the other one tied up on the right.

The second girl has long red hair along with black Ray Ban sunglasses.

The last girl has big cartoonish glasses on her face, nothing else sticks out about the particular girl.

"Cool! we have fans, wanna hear sing fanboys?!'' the redheaded girl says with confidence.

All three of the boys looked at eachother with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Holy cow, where's the window?" John says to himself loudly.

"We are those girrrrls!!

Oh yeaaaahhh

We are thoooose gurrrrrls!!!

Oh yeeaaehhhhh

I guess this is what it was

I guess that's should happen to you

I like listening to the radiooo

But just only on this afternoon

Tell me or say it to me it ain't sooo

What's left for me that I gotta do

Things come back around in this world

Merrily it is on this merry go round!!!

"My English very bad but will get better due through time!" the red headed girl says with confidence.

Chapter 7
"It was just a dream."

"DAVEY!!!" John yells out.

"What? Oh sorry.. I completely zoned out for like a couple minutes there. What was happening?" Davey questioned, snapping back into reality.

"They were just in the middle of introducing themselves.. I figured if I have to stay in this girlie van and listen to these quacking hens talk about their ridiculous makeup and hideous nail paintings then your ears have to suffer the same too!" John says as he lays back crossing his arms.

"Oh uhh.. Thanks I guess." Davey says looking confused.

The redheaded girl yells at John with an angry expression.

"Hens don't quack!! Ducks do!!" she screamed.

"Well I'm looking at a whole new species then, the way your beak keeps on moving!" John says, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes at the same time.

The girl with two ponytails points angrily at John. "Youu!!!" she yells at him furiously.

"Mee?!?" John yells back holding back laughter.

"How do you guys deal with him? We could just throw you out the window, you know that?!" She yells looking at John.

"Please do." John says in a calm manner.

"Wait what?! Okay hang on for a minute.. No one's throwing anybody out of the window! Ok?! Everyone's got it?!" Davey says trying to deescalate the situation.

"You're right, we actually have gotten off to a bad start. Let's start over and introduce each other to each other, I'm Miley." the girl with the 2 ponytails said.

"I'm Saying," the girl with glasses says after clearing her throat.

"Uhh, what was it that you were saying?"

Jay asked curiously.

"I'm Saying." she says looking at him with certainty.

"You were saying or are saying?" Davey asked with a confused expression.

"I am saying!" she says finally with annoyance.

" I'm saying wake up!!!"

His mother says yelling at him. "Whaa?!" Davey says in shock rubbing his eyes.

"What's today's date?!" Davey yells at his mother with eagerness. She looks at him with a big frown.

"It's May the second." she says, shaking her head.

"There's food for you on the table." She says walking out, not uttering another word. Davey looks around his junkyard of a bedroom. He left stuff piled up to the point where it becomes a mountain of junk. "Holy crap, It was only a flashback!!" he says then continues to rub his eyes again. He gets up from bed with the covers tangled up. He runs out to the living room. He sees that there's a box of pizza but with only four slices.

"Hey sleeping beauty, how was your nap?" John says smiling.

"Oh it was nice.. felt like I was sleeping forever though," Davey says while grabbing a seat and taking a slice of pizza.

"And you know what? I was dreaming about you, me and Jay, that weird little girl and her dim restaurant then Billy also Jim then there's Miley" Davey says while still chewing.

"You do know all of that did happen, right? When we were in that restaurant?! The names of the people you've just mentioned we've encountered."

"How long has it been? Since a month that had been by?" Davey questions looking at John.

"Yeah I remembered perfectly, that all of that happened in April." John says while adjusting the headband on his head.

"Time flies!" Davey says while finishing the last slice of pizza.

"Don't have to tell me twice." John says while looking at Davey chew.

"So you got any plans today?!" Davey says, looking at John.

"Not really, I just stopped by to bother you. Came to find out you were cozily hibernating in there." John says, looking off into the distance.

"I wasn't hibernating, I just so happened to get all caught up in one deep sleep, That's all." Davey says looking innocently.

"Right… So what's new gravy?" John asked, looking at him.

"Well I'm finally moving out," Davey says.

"Out of that messy basement of yours and into the attic?! Wow, way to step it up!" John says while grinning.

"She doesn't have any of those, you dingus!" Davey says, while rolling his eyes.

"I'm leaving my mom's place to move in with my Fiance, Rainn." Davey says, looking at John.

John show's an expression of surprise on his face.

"Cool, when's the wedding?" He says looking at Davey.

"I haven't decided yet and I didnt tell my mom. You're the only person I told this to." Davey says with a nervous look on his face.

"Well I'm happy for you." John says smiling.

"Thanks. I'm really trying my best to not tell anyone or to tell whomever, who will try to ruin this for me.. This is really big for me, like seriously."

"Yeah well, I'm the right candidate. Do you know when or where you'll be going?" John questioned curiously.

"Yeah, it's now and in New York." Davey says, looking at John.

John's jaw drops wide open.

"You're moving to New York.. And you're planning on leaving right now, as we speak." He says looking at Davey.

"Yeah.. right now, as we speak." Davey says looking off into the distance.

"Look, they're gonna ship all of my stuff to New York. They should be here any minute now." Davey says as he gets up and walks over to the window to peek through it.

"I gotta go catch the plane! We'll talk on the phone alright!" Davey says, dragging two well hidden suitcases from underneath the table and then he walks outside quickly.

The airport is not far from where Davey's mother stays, just one quick walk down the street and in through the main entrance of the building.

It didn't take Davey long to pass the flight security and to find what plane was taking him to New York. A couple hours passed by, Davey grabs his 2 suitcases from the belt and he makes his way with the line of people to board the plane. He then finds his seat inside the plane. Then he pulls out his phone to text John.

How's my stuff? - Davey

(:o) - John

???????????? - Davey

… - John

????????????? - Davey

????????????

What stuff? - John

You idiot. - Davey

They're loading your precious treasure in the trailer of their truck. - John

Ok good. They're gonna ask you to sign off once they're done, please spell your name correctly. - Davey

Very funny… I could have just sold them your junk, you know. - John

Don't you dare. - Davey

But I didn't. - John

…Okay. - Davey

Thank you for not selling my stuff - Davey

: )

You're welcome, anytime. - John

"Please turn off or power off all of your electronic devices, I repeat please turn off or power off all of your electronic devices! We will begin taking off in flight in 10 minutes!"

The flight announcer announces. Davey powers off his phone. He then lays his head back in the seat. His eyes wander outside of the window. In awe of the beauty of the skies that the Lord Jesus has made. After 10 minutes the plane is already in the air.

A few short hours later…

The plane has made its way into NYC's airport. A line of people walk right out of the plane followed by Davey rolling two suitcases along with him.

He calls for a taxi next to get him through the busy streets of New York.

A cab stops for him, He pays the driver first then the driver takes him where he needs to go.

Davey is deep in thought in the back seat of the cab. He thinks of Rain, who is his soon to be wife.

Is all of this happening too fast?.. Nah, I shouldn't think like that. No one will see me differently anyways.. I would still be the goofball Jay's parents think of me to be. My own parents will still look at me as a failure. I finally did the smart thing for once and found a spot to play at the Ivory club here in Harlem. Things are finally starting to look bright for me. Maybe I'll be a well known musician here in New York. Married to Rainn and having beautiful obedient kids. Even in school life sucked for me but everyone liked her. Effortless charm, financial and social success and a perfect, ad-worthy face is every potential in-law's dream. Sometimes I even have trouble confronting the fact that she's real. No one is perfect. And if they are, no one is as perfect as her.

Rainn Moreno has mastered perfection and… I like her even more for it.

It's always nice to be with someone who takes their future and life seriously. I feel secure around her, and she's someone who doesn't like all the useless mind games and relationship messiness that a lot of people of our ages endure. It's nice, it's refreshing, and it's exactly what I need.

It's been three years since us two met on that fateful winter night. Andi, who was Rainn's friend, invited her to a dinner hosted by a few other friends and how easily she got along with everyone was downright impressive. Though not as impressive as how easily she got along with me .

Us two stuck like glue that night, chatting in our own bubble as our friends mingled and left us alone in our own little world. Once the night was over and the only thing left was the remaining stragglers, the dregs of pop soda, and the waiters wiping down the tables of the restaurant as my friends sang terribly on the piano… I asked for her number.

I wasn't very experienced with relationships. And I didn't want this to end, so I did the only best attempt I could muster and that was to ask her for her cell number.

Luckily, Rainn didn't leave me out high-and-dry for too long. She gave me her number, citing that she was thinking of doing the same. Turns out, Rainn wasn't very big on relationships either. Or at least, the idea didn't interest her until meeting me.

The rest, as they say, was history.

That was three years ago. The past six months have been a series of suggestions and jokes all revolving around possibly living together. It started off as a passing comment, mostly sourced from one of us lamenting over being apart. Eventually, those comments grew so frequent the both of us were having full-on discussions about it. And then Rainn finally popped the question.

Do you want to move in with me?

I immediately said yes; I always wanted to leave the nest and go elsewhere.

But a part of me still feels bad about leaving John and Jay. But, They'll soon understand my intentions to play in the Ivory club, then they'll be onboard just like how I was on board the plane to get here.

84th Hollis Grove St.
The Marjorie Tower

Davey's point of view

The cab slows in front of two six-story, red brick buildings decorated with slithering vines that climb up the sides. Metal fencing with rust peeling from the edges enclose finely trimmed bushes and large fire escapes decorate the side of one wall. There's a courtyard stretched out in the center that is packed with benches and a half-tended garden. On the other is a parking garage, the sidewalk in front of it littered with black garbage bags spewing a foul odor that reminds you of rotten eggs.

A few people loiter in front of the entrance while a man behind a stand advertises fresh hotdogs and pretzels. Music plays from a speaker across the street. If I peer ahead, I can see signs of the water a few miles away.

Picturesque.

"Hollis Grove," the cabbie muses when he steps out of the car to help Davey get his things, "quite a fancy neighborhood."

He nods. "Oh, yeah. Young population. A lot of artsy-fartsy types. Rent is a killer, even by our standards. Though judging from that smile it's safe to assume that doesn't bother you much, ay?"

His eyes glide over Davey, his nose wrinkling, as if he's trying to deduce whether he fits into that profile.

"Well, my girlfriend is actually a lawyer," Davey gushed when he grabbed his suitcase. " Very successful."

"Uh-huh." It's obvious the cabbie doesn't care, and he hardly spares him another glance when he walks around the car.

Davey follows after him, somehow pushed to want to keep going. "We're moving in together."

"Congrats," he deadpans. He doesn't even look up as Davey pays the fare. "Welcome to New York."

With that very unenthusiastic welcome, he slides in the cab and drives away, leaving behind a cloud of smoke in his wake.

He waved a pathetic hand in farewell. "Thanks...?"

It's in that moment, standing there dumbfounded, that a distant sound of thunder whips over the buildings that stretches above Davey's head. He jolted, craning his neck to see the sky had darkened considerably.

"Not good," Davey mumbled, quickly gathering his things.

It's going to rain soon, better get inside as soon as possible. He thought to himself.

He whirled around and struggled to bring all his things to the door. A group of people who crowd around a table playing chess peers at him as he wheels his suitcase inside while trying in vain to appear at least a little graceful.

Stepping inside the building welcomes him with dark green walls and pattern-tiled floors. Davey can tell the place is old by the art deco styling and the old-fashioned mailboxes that line the wall with names that are tacked together by typewriter font labels. Half of them are peeling and faded.

The lights that hang from the ceiling are low, some flickering on and off while others have given up illuminating completely. There's a faint smell of cigarettes once he peers into the window that serves as a tiny concierge's booth. He finds it empty and frowns. He decides to take out his phone and message Rainn.

The last text message is from him. But Rainn never opened it or read it.

Hey. You didn't text me when you woke up. You okay? - Davey

He stares at it, sighing a bit. He knows Rainn has gotten busier at work, but it still surprises him how busy. In Rainn's eyes, Davey is supposed to be moving in with her in three days, and she has barely talked about it.

Is she even excited?

Wondered Davey, His thumbs hover over the keyboard of his phone screen.

I have kidnapped Bessie, Bunny, and Bossy. Currently holding them ransom. Pay me in 1 text to see your cats again - Davey

He groans as she doesn't reply back. He sits on the floor and patiently waits for her to get back home from work.

2 hours passed by in a flash. Davey gets up from the floor to rub his sore bum.

"Where the hiffel is she?!" he yells out.

He leans on the wall and he hears two people chatting as they start passing by.

The two get closer, Davey thought that he could make a good neighborly first impression.

"Hey, how's it going," Davey says, interrupting their deep conversational flow. The 2 of them just looked at Davey, then they just started to continue walking like before.

"...As I was saying, the keys for that lock were out-" she says, fading out from a distance, completely ignoring Davey's existence.

Davey sighs while still leaning on the wall. He waits for Rainn to arrive at her apartment. Knowing that she's a hardworking lawyer, but at the end she'll finally get her reward and that's in finally seeing him, Davey thought to himself.