Six Feet Under The Stars (Chapter One)

"COMING!" I yelled at my apartment door was knocked repeatedly. I opened the door where I was immediatly tackled to the ground. "JACK!" I giggled as my twin brother got up. The rest of his band followed him and and plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Just make you're selves at home." I said sarcasticaly. "Done." Alex smirked back at me. I laughed as me and Jack plopped down on the remaining spots on the couch. We had a very productive day. Not. We sat around all day watching cartoons eating junk food.
When we were all sitting around the kitchen table deciding what to do. "How about we tell her the real reason we're here?" Alex asked. The guys nodded and Jack turned to face me. "As you know we're going on tour, and our merch kid just called this morning. She can't come with us since, well we don't know, but will you come on tour with us and sell our junk?" "Sure, I'll sell your junk while sweating on tour, when do we leave?" "Cool, pack your stuff and we'll stay at my house until we leave at around 3 AM for the plane at 6 AM." "Uggg." I groaned as I walked back into my room to pack.

I shoved all my junk inside my two duffel bags and began packing my makeup and stuff. Then I showered and pulled on a pair on soffee shorts and a black tank with some colorful guitars on it. I then pulled a pair on giant black sweat pants over them. Then I slipped into my black Chucks and pulled my bag out the door. Rian grabbed my bags and I jumped onto Jack's back. We locked up my apartment and walked down to their truck. They shoved my bags into the back and then we droved down the street to Jack's apartment. "Why did you even drive?" "Cause we're lazy." "Oh." When we got to the apartment we drug my bags up to his floor and shoved them with the other guys in the living room. I plopped down on the couch and fell asleep listening to my iPod.

The next morning I woke up slowly while the others were getting ready. I shoved my ipod into my messenger bag and fixed my makeup and hair. Then we were all ready. We piled out of the apartment and threw our bags in the truck. Then we piled inside and tried to stay awake for the ride there. While Zack was driving Jack and I started singing, "We're going on tour, we're going on tour!" "SHUT UP!" We laughed. The rest of the time in the car we were silent. Soon we arrived at the airport.

so if you like it rate and read my other stories. i will update this a lot since this and truce are the ONLY active stories at this time it is just a little bit of it. sorta like an intro.