Maxwell: So, how many people are surprised to see me? Heh, I hope it doesn’t go from happy “Maxwell!” to “Die!” I feel a bit bad for not updating the others (see profile for details) but…Collar Me Café is taking up most of my time as I battle with the characters! And chibi suppi and I are talking about a collaborated account so…leave me alone!

Spiffy Info:

Pairings: No actual pairings but the twins get pretty “nice” on the stage…so yay?

Warnings: Unless twincest turns you on, that’d be one…and a cliché plot! XD Again though, I haven’t done it so…it’s fresh (like Rath out of a shower).

Music: Eh…no specific song, but I was listening to My Chemical Romance©…like usual.

Saying: Human relationships are simply the result of shared common interest.-Heh, sorry RahXephon, I liked this saying! And it made sense! And for this…it seemed to fit.

About this chapter: Well, it’s a bit slow (and since this is a short lived series, I don’t care) and will probably turn out rather boring so… You know, the character introductions, Chris’s job revealed…yeah, fun.

Just for the record: This is FICTIONAL. If it really happened, do you think, I, would have access to such information? Hell no. No one would even think of giving me a glance. So no, this isn’t real. If you are offended by what is to happen…please go. I hate being told not to write what I don’t know… And the characters/settings/plot/etc. are mine. Amazing isn’t it?

KEEP THIS IN MIND!: Okay, about the twins…do not say you’re confused about their little love/hate relationship. All will soon be revealed as well as Fayt’s secret which is what makes this so cliché. If you figure it out before hand, don’t say anything please…I want to see if I can pull it off.

Just What I’m Looking For

-Meeting my…-

I never thought seeking fate and destiny would be so literal. Who would have thought it’d mean entering myself in some contest to join the band Finding for a week? I sure didn’t; maybe that’s why I still haven’t moved for the last five minutes after receiving the call saying I had.

“Sir, sir are you okay?” the assistant on the other line asked. “Mr. Roberts?”

“Ah-I’m here,” I feel all the blood rush to my face. “Sorry, c-could you repeat that?”

“You’re the winner of the “Finding Fayt and Destyni” sweepstakes,” she repeated. “You’ll be joining them for a week on tour. The trip will be from the fifteenth to the twenty second. If you find you will not be able to make this trip please let us know now so that we may move onto the next-”

“No!” I shouted into the receiver. Clearing my throat, I repeated myself. “No, that-that won’t be necessary.”

“So you’ll be joining us this weekend?” she asked, I could hear her typing as she continued. “You’ll spend this weekend with the twins before we head out Monday morning. Does that make sense sir?”

“Yes ma’am,” I felt myself growing excited again. “And where will this all be held?”

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I was so excited with this news, I went to the only person I could think of. Her name is Sara Michaels, my one true companion and best assistant. I made it to her house in one piece (thankfully) and found I was having trouble controlling my hand, I couldn’t stop knocking.

“I said hold on, I’m just getting out of the shower,” I could hear her shouting. “You’d better be dying or you’ll sure as Hell wish you were!”

I found even her ever-so-true threats couldn’t even calm me. “Please Sara,” I called through the oak door. “I-you-it’s just-!” I was a mess; I didn’t know what I was saying anymore. “Oh hurry up!” And after speaking those words, I realize the mess I’d just made.

The door was quick to fly open. I felt my excitement quickly run down the drain as her dark eyes bore into me. I suddenly wished I’d never entered that contest, that way I’d never have won, which meant I wouldn’t have to tell Sara, in the end I’d be alive. Oh well…it was nice while it lasted.

I stood my ground; despite the fact death was only a moment away. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. “Look,” I started.

“Holy Hell!” she shouted. “It happened! I can’t believe it!!

I was about to question what had happened that was so…exciting, but she ended up grabbing me by the crotch of my pants, giving a firm squeeze. I flushed instantly, attempting to knock her hand away. She began going on about “finally being able to join the other men of the world” and maybe even find a girlfriend (or being someone’s).

“Shut up,” I grumbled with the little dignity I had left. “If I knew you were going to bring me down I wouldn’t have came over.”

“Hey, you’ve never stood up for yourself before.” She told me. “I’m proud of you.” Opening her arms, she walked up to me, letting them drape around my neck. “My little boy is all grown up,” I could feel her lips against my neck. “Now you can finally lose your virginity.” She snickered.

“S-shut up!” I snapped, shoving her off. “I came to say good-bye so…”

“Good-bye?” she asked. “Oh Gods! Chris no!” she instantly attached herself to my arm. “I was only joking; I’d never been serious about it! Chris wait! This is nothing to kill yourself over!”

I stopped walking (well, attempting to walk as I dragged her towel clad form) and looked down upon her. “Kill myself? No I meant good-bye since I’ll be on tour with Finding for a week. Isn’t that great?” I smiled at her, beaming like an idiot. I didn’t even see her fist; I just heard a sickening crunch as my nose began to bleed.

And that’s all she wrote…

“Wow,” Sara exclaimed. “I can’t believe you won that thing. I even put in about ten entries!” she threw herself back onto the couch. “Oh, how cruel you are!”

I removed the ice pack from my nose; it finally stopped bleeding about twenty minutes ago, now the swelling was setting in. “It’s not like I wanted to win,” I informed her. “Plus, you’re the one who said too. I said I hated things like that yet you told me it’d be fun.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think you’d win,” she so politely informed me. “I just wanted to make you feel better!”

“Oh,” I didn’t know how to take that. I mean, it’s not like my feelings were hurt but I’m not sure how much better I felt. “Well at least you tried?” I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t go.”

“Nah,” she replied as she sat back up. “You’ve been working really hard lately, plus this is a once in a lifetime chance! Take it! I mean, how often will you be saying I get to spend time with the singers from Finding? Really?”

“You’re right,” I replied though it was mostly to myself. “How often will I be saying that?”

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“Well, here I go.” I smiled. “Good bye?”

“More like good luck,” she snorted. “I really thought about it last night…you’re a writer, correct?” I nodded feeling a bit stupid, I mean, she is my writing assistant. “What will a writer and a pair of singers have in common really? And you don’t really listen to them so you’re actually rather screwed, like a character of your books!”

“Not funny!” I pouted. “Jeez, make me feel worse why don’t you?” She let out a mock laugh before turning away. “Guess I’ll see you then?” I asked. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, embracing her tightly. “See you soon.”

For a moment she tensed but was quick to relax. After a few moments she pinched at my arms. “Okay, okay…let go.” She swatted at me. “Don’t get all sappy on me now; get going. Get.”

I laughed slightly, brushing away my overgrown bangs. “Be that way then. And yes, I’ll be sure to you something signed.” I waved with my free hand as I hoisted my backpack over my shoulder. “See you.”

She waved back before heading for her car as I walked towards the station. I sighed heavily, my eyes gazing upon the stairs ahead of me. What a walk this would be. With a tug of the strap I started for the stairs, hoping it’d be easier than it seemed.

“Excuse me,” a voice broke in. “You wouldn’t happen to be the winner of the Finding Fayt and Destyni sweepstakes, would you? If you’re not, I’m sorry for bothering you.”

I looked over to see a young man. He stood about 5’10 with the exception of his indigo spikes which added another three inches. His eyes were a deep ocean blue, accompanied by a pair of emerald green, oval lens sunglasses which were just about kissing the tip of his nose. His clothes were rather controversial with his low rise, hip-hugging black jeans (it seemed the fabric which should be used to cover his mid-section was instead used to flare out the bottoms). He wore something close to a half-shirt with what could’ve been a young girl or very feminine boy displayed in a rather erotic position and to top it all off, he wore a fishnet shirt underneath as if it’d draw attention away from the said image.

As I examined the rest of him, I realized it could very so do that. A small glint caught my attention and to my surprise was a silver belly button piercing shaped of a star. I looked up, seeing his tongue running over his bottom lip and yet another piercing (of a star might I add) invaded the moist muscle.

“So, are you?” he asked, wrapping his tongue around the small sucker he pulled from his pocket. “If you are, we can get going. We’ll take the elevator over here,” he motioned behind himself.

“Yeah,” I spoke up, walking towards him. “My name is Chris, nice to meet you.”

“You can call me D,” he smiled. “And same. The elevator is right this way.” He started over, his hands slipping into his pockets as he turned away. “So, how do you feel about it? Winning the contest I mean?”

“Pretty good I guess,” I shrugged. “I only did it for a friend when it comes down to it. In the end, I don’t really think I deserve this. I think she should have come in my place, or someone who really wanted this.”

“Don’t worry,” he smirked over his shoulder at me. “We’ll have a great time this week!”

“You’ll be coming along with us?” I asked rather surprised. I didn’t think groupies were allowed. And he didn’t seem like he was a manager or anything.

“Well of course I’ll be coming!” he laughed. “Ah you’re funny dude! Oh, watch your step.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks.” I stepped in after D. He was pretty cool, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having him around, to lighten the mood I mean. “So, how long have you known the band?”

“Oh Gods, ages.” He pressed the button for the fifth floor. “It’s kinda my fault the whole thing got started, one of those garage things you know? Yeah, that’s how this whole thing started. Who knew right?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. I wanted to say more, but I doubt he’d have any idea what I was talking about. I mean, honestly, I don’t think of myself as a great writer. “I guess I kinda feel like that sometimes.”

“So you are him?!” the young man suddenly blurted out. “I was right then! Wow, I can’t believe I’ll be spending a week with Chris Roberts!” he seemed a bit flush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for the sudden outburst…but…I’m a big fan of yours actually.” He looked to the floor, the toes of his shoe nudging at the carpet. “Do you think…I could get an autograph?”

It was now my turn to burn up. Autograph? Fan? This was crazy! Who’d of thought I’d meet a fan who happens to be a Finding groupie. It almost seemed impossible. Somebody pinch me, I’m dreaming. “S-sure.” I told him.

“No way!” he squealed before throwing himself onto me. “Oh thank you so much!”

“Uh, heh,” I laughed nervously. “A-anytime…duh-D.”

“D?” he asked. “Oh yeah, you don’t have to call me that anymore, you can call me Destyni!”

“Like the singer from Finding?” I asked. How cute, he even names himself.

“Well duh,” he laughed. “I mean, what else would you call me? Not like there is another Destyni in the band.”

“W-wait,” I paused. This was getting weird. “You’re telling me you’re Destyni from Finding, as in…well…Destyni?”

“The one and only!” he chimed.

I was stunned. This couldn’t be right. Not only was I talking to Destyni from Finding (and not knowing it), but he was also a fan of my works? This just, this couldn’t be right.

“Somebody pinch me and tell me I’m dreaming,” I muttered.

“Oh this is no dream,” another’s voice broke in. “This is all real.”

Looking up, I see her. Fayt, the twin sister of the group, and my one true reason for being here I guess. Her style was almost identical to her brothers’, the only differences being her magenta hair and lack of sunglasses. Speaking of lacking, I found myself aware she had no bosom, yet she was still enchanting. I lifted my eyes quickly back to her own, smiling weakly.

“This is going to one Hell of a week,” she informed me, her voice washing into my mind. “I hope you’re prepared.”

“I-I think I’ll manage.” I spoke up. “I think I’ll do just fine.”

At least, that’s what I hope…

-Meeting my…-

Maxwell: Again, I’m not ditching the others…I’m just apologizing. I hope this helps and let me know how it turns out. This will probably be my main focus (under this account) until I find myself able to get back to the others so…I hope it is enjoyed and my apology accepted. Thank you all.