a/n: ok, quick, quick, quick Author's Note. New story. This time I have like...10 chapters written. No lie. They just all need to be edited. So, I'm pretty pleased with myself. xD OH, and I got the title 'FScene8' from one of my favorite bands. I wasn't nifty enough to make it up so haha. Enjoy.

Warnings: Some language, some guy on guy, reference to body parts...you get the picture.

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Chapter One: “Simple Plan makes me want to slit my wrists”

Ashlinn:

“Simple Plan makes me want to slit my wrists.” My best friend told me as I attempted to find a song on a mixed CD that she’d listen to. I paused, fingers hovering over the glowing arrow of the next button. I was extremely tempted to leave it on the well known Simple Plan song that everyone knows. I arched a freshly waxed eyebrow and turned my head to look at her. Heroine’s face was completely serious. I shook my own and turned back to the CD player, where I pressed the next button. This time it was Paramore, which brought yet another exasperated gasp from her. “And why would you have them on a mix? I thought you knew better than that. I can’t believe you’re my best friend if you listen to Simple Plan AND Paramore. And why do you get to sit up front? And why’s Gabo driving? I want to drive!” I twisted around in the passenger seat of the car once again to stare at my neon yellow and orange haired friend who was pouting and pressed against the door, creating a good two feet of space between her and the other passenger of the car. I rolled my eyes and quickly hit the next button on the car’s CD player. Again. Maybe this time Heroine would shut up about the song. It wasn’t my fault the CD she’d picked was something stupid. “ASHLINN!” She snapped, suddenly launching her upper body forward so that her chin was resting on my shoulder rest. “Answer my question! Why does Gabo get to drive?”

“Well, Heroine, obviously Gabo’s the best driver of all of us.” I stated which was very true. Gabo was the best driver. Last time I drove, we got in a fender bender and poor Johnny got mild whiplash, which obviously pissed him off some. Heroine liked to go too fast and Johnny? Well. He just didn’t like driving more than one person around. So, that left Gabo who did like driving some and it helped that he was careful. “And he’s pretty while doing so.” I heard Gabo sigh and I snickered. It was true in my opinion. Of course, not everyone thought some half Hispanic who was really skinny was hot, but I personally thought he was. “You got to sit in the front seat the LAST car ride and Johnny’s too busy playing Pokémon to even notice. Oh! Justin Timberlake!” I beamed as Justin Timberlake’s “Lovestoned” started to pour through the car’s speakers and Heroine just sighed in annoyance. “And why are you trying to stay away from Johnny? He’s just a bit of a nerd.” Johnny glanced up at the mention of his name and he eyed me, glanced sideways at Heroine and made a face, before turning his attention back to Pokémon Diamond.

“Ashlinn, love, I can hear you.” Johnny stated, finally. “I’m cool. Just like Pokémon. K?” I had to agree with that; heck, Johnny was pretty cute. He was tall and thin with this longish light brown hair that bleached out during the summer that he nearly friend by straightening it every day. Today, because we’d be driving for a few hours, he’d simply let it hang in his face and he’d stuck one of those sweat bands around his head, making a silly picture, but it fit his personality to a tee. “Andy Six don’t got anything on me.” I laughed. “What? I’m serious. I’ve met him. I’m prettier.”

“Sure, you have, Johnny. You’re grammar is wrong, right, Heir?”

“Well, I don’t know.” Heroine stated. She was looking out the window into the hot California heat. It was so humid here lately and it was easily hitting the upper 100s. “Pokémon is for losers and men with vaginas.”

“Screw you, Amber. I do not have a vagina.” Johnny actually snapped his gaming system shut and turned his full face to Heroine. “God, why does everyone think I have one? IT’S NOT FAIR!” I heard a snicker from the left and I looked at Gabo who was smiling in amusement. Loser.

“Oh, screw you, Jonathon!” Heroine snapped. “Gawd, you’re so juvenile. Everyone thinks you have a vagina because you’re such a woman. GOD, even I’m not that feminine and I’m a girl!” The statement made Johnny shrug. It was a losing battle and we all knew it. However, as he eased his thumb under his DS screen, I heard him cough and I think I heard ‘butch’ in the cough. I’m not that sure though and I turned back to face the front of the car. The sun was hurting my eyes and I decided to get my sunglasses out. I liked my sunglasses. A lot.

“Ashy, you mind changing the song? I hate death metal.” Johnny said. I hadn’t noticed the song changing to Dimmu Borgir and indeed, it was death metal with some low, growling voice. “Heroine is SUCH a freak for liking it. I mean. What the hell?” I completely understood why Johnny hated death metal as it wasn’t something I exactly liked much myself. He huffed and leaned back onto the leather seat of the car.

“Well I like it, Jonathon! And Gabo does too! Don’t you, Gabo?” Gabo did like death metal. A lot, actually. He was the one who got Heroine into it and the two could sit for hours talking about death metal and metal bands. Surprisingly enough, Gabo looked like your average scene kid, but deep, deep down, he was a metal head. That’s why I wanted to punch his face in when he glanced over at me and mouthed ‘I don’t want to be drug in’ and smiled at me, showing those perfect teeth of a kid who actually wore his retainer. Oh, Gabo. Why does he make me parent the two heathens in the back seat?? I glared at the side of his head for a moment before pasting a fake, motherly smile on my face.

“Why don’t you guys look through the CDs and choose the next thing to listen to. I don’t think Gabo’s in a chatty mood. I think he’s mad he got in a fight with his boy before he left.” Gabo was gay if you didn’t catch that up. It did fit his whole look, if you thought about it, which I didn’t usually do. Sometimes, when I’m in a crappy mood, I’ll contemplate it. Now, though, I was using the excuse of his fighting with Taldon and from the frown that had settled on his lips, I realized that maybe they had actually gotten in a fight. Oops. Remind me not to cross him later. I busied myself by getting the two CD cases filled with a good 50 or so CDs a piece and handed them to Heroine.

“You and Taldon got in a fight, Gabo?” Heroine asked, grabbing the two CD cases from me. “I’m sorry. What were you two fighting about? Who’s on top?” She snickered and handed a CD case to Johnny. Gabo shrugged by lifting a shoulder and letting it drop back down. “Oh, you didn’t? But you know…”

“EW!” Johnny exclaimed, suddenly. “I don’t want to hear about Gabo’s sex life. My virgin ears! Go fucking die, Heroine.” He pouted and quickly began to flip through his CD case. I snickered.

“Virgin ears? My ass. You always hear about Gabo’s sex life. Hell, we all love Gabo’s sex stories.” Gabo’s eyebrows shot up to his hair line. OK, so Gabo didn’t give us any sex stories. The most sexual he got when talking about Taldon with us was, ‘well, I can explain that bruise…’ and he’d give us some crap about something with really heavy sexual undertones and he’s snicker the entire time. The sex stories Heroine was claiming to love were the theories that the two of us would make up on long car trips like this one. Heroine suddenly exclaimed, “I LOVE YOU GABO.” Gabo blinked.

“I love you too, Heroine. But we weren’t fighting about sex. Get your mind out of the gutter, Hairspray.” He scoffed, flipping the turn signal so that he could merge into the fast lane.

“EW YOU WERE ARGUING ABOUT SEX!” she screeched, looking up from her of the CD case. She rolled her eyes and finally went silent for a moment…until I hit the next button on the CD player. “And god damnit, Ashlinn Elaine! I TOLD YOU SIMPLE PLAN MADE ME WANT TO SLIT MY WRISTS!” Not only had another Simple Plan song begun to pay, but Heroine had found my little sister’s Simple Plan CD that had somehow made its way into our CD case. What the…

“Make a shank out of it.” Gabo stated, simply. “Scratch that; make four shanks out of it. I think that’ll work. We’ll each have one and rob poor people and get rich.” Everyone went silent at the proclamation.

“Gabo, you’re twisted.” I said, finally, slipping my right arm out from under the seat belt. It was an old habit of mine and I’d never been able to fix it. I don’t know if it was just me but seatbelts always made me feel ultra constricted and always rubbed against my neck; which made me feel like I would slit my jugular on it. My hair was bugging me and I easily twisted my long (and mostly fake) hair into a pony tail. “Kids, I need a new dye job. It’s faded. It’s gross.” I moaned. My hair teal and black, but the color had faded and now it was a minty green color with the black. It looked ok, I guessed, but next time I was going to get black and maybe add neon extensions.

“You should have gotten it done when I did!” Heroine stated proudly, tossing her freshly dyed neon hair over her shoulder with a smirk. “Duh, Ashlinn, you should know to do it before something big like this. You are so retarded.” I swear she rolled her eyes, even though I didn’t see her do it. It was a total Heroine thing to do.

“But it didn’t need to be done then!” I wailed, tightening the hair tie. OK, maybe I did, but I wasn’t about to admit that to Heroine. She’d just mock me for it and Heroine never dropped a chance to mock someone. Around this time, the CD we had playing ended and I twisted around once again. “Did you babies pick out a CD yet?” Johnny, who had gone back to Pokémon, lifted a CD off his thigh.

“I wanna listen to Circa Survive.” He stated, pleased with his choice. A small smile sat on his lips and he looked absolutely adorable.

“What?” Heroine snapped, suddenly. “Oh hell no. Anthony Green’s voice grates on my nerves. And seriously, he’s ass ugly too.” She folded her arms and then held up another CD for us to see. “I want to listen to Dimmu Borgir.” I groaned. Had we NOT just been over this? No death metal!

“I hate Satan music.” Johnny snapped, right back. “Christ. You have the shittiest music taste in the world, Hair.” Heroine grunted.

“Well at least Hellhammer is sexy where as Anthony Green makes me want to puke. Isn’t Hellhammer sexy, Ash?” She asked, flashing me a pretty smile in the rearview mirror. I grinned right back.

“I want his babies.” I said, replying to the old joke in the usual fashion. “I mean…oh, baby, he just makes me want to touch myself in naughty ways.”

“See, Ash agrees, I win.” Heroine exclaimed, giddily. She was about to hand the CD to me, but Gabo took one of his hands off the wheel.

“No death metal.” He said, simply. “Ash, can I have my sun glasses, pleaseeee?” I handed him the aviators that sat perched on the middle consol that sat between the two front seats of the car. He grinned and quickly unfolded the ear pieces and shoved them on his face, breathing a sigh of relief when his eyes got to stop straining. “Thanks, babe.”

“Gabo!” Heroine wailed. “That’s bullshit. Just because Johnny’s pretty and you’d have sex with him doesn’t mean you need to agree with him!” She pulled a strand of neon orange extensions over her shoulders and began to braid it in a skinny braid. She looked back into the rearview mirror and batted her eyelashes. “Oh, by the way Gabo, those glasses really work with you.”

“Whatever, Hair.” Gabo sighed and I could honestly imagine him rolling his dark brown eyes in disbelief. “Listen, though. I don’t want to listen to Circa Survive either.” Johnny yelped in annoyance.

“Frikin’ Gabo!”

“Oh, hush, Johnny. I want to listen to Chiodos and I’m fairly certain you children will agree on that. It’s not hardcore ‘Satan’ music,” Gabo actually made air quotes around ‘Satan’ with his right hand. “And it’s not ‘I-hate-Anthony-Green-cause-he-won’t-look-at-my-tits’ annoying either.”

“Oh my god, Gabriel Sanchez, you did NOT just bring that up.” Heroine exclaimed, clamping her arms over her chest. “You slut!”

“Yes, I did.” Gabo stated in a dry, un-humored tone. However, Johnny and I were giggling like immature kids over what he’d said. “What are you two snickering about?”

“Gabo said tits, Johnny.” I said, clapping a hand over my mouth in attempts to stop laughing. “Oh my God, Gabo, you never say tits.” Johnny, too, was having a good laugh. Occasionally, we’d joke around with a “List of Words (friend here) Would Never Say.” On Gabo’s, tits was one of the first words on the list. So, of course, we found it highly annoying.

“Put in the Chiodos CD, Ash.” Gabo stated and I did what he asked and I slid the CD in as our fellow band members pouted in losing the battle. We all drifted off to silence as, once again, Gabo was right. I could see Gabo relax with the silence, considering Johnny and Heroine had been at it since we left our town an hour before. We still had another five hours to go and, already, I was dreading it. We were like a giant family and Heroine and Johnny were the kids. Eventually, Heroine fell asleep and Johnny suddenly looked up from his game.

“Can you change the CD now, Gabo and Ashy?” Johnny asked, pouting only slightly. “Saosin…?” I nodded, not even waiting for Gabo’s confirmation of the CD switch and changed the CD to the Saosin one. I liked Saosin a lot. I mean…who didn’t? They were absolutely amazing. I started to doze off against the car door. I was surprised that I was so tired. I really didn’t have any reason to be. I woke up from one of my little sessions of dozing off when I noticed Gabo signaling to get off on an exit in a town that was completely foreign to me.

“What the hell, Gabo?” I asked, quietly.

“I’m bored and hungry.” He stated. “And I want to go to the mall. I realized I left my favorite pair of jeans at home and I NEED them, Ashlinn. NEED them. Plus I’m craving that Hot Dog on a Stick lemonade and everyone knows that you can’t get that at any stupid drive through.” I agreed with that. Hot Dog on a Stick had AMAZING lemonade and it did sound rather good, now that Gabo mentioned it. Stupid skank. I wasn’t going to complain though. I loved going to the mall and, who knew? There could be hot guys!

When we got to the local mall, Gabo and I both elected Johnny to wake Heroine up, since he had the skill to do so. It was rather easy to wake her up because Johnny pounced on her and basically molested her boobs with his face. “Wake up, Beautiful girl. You make me suicidal…suicidal…what are the other words?” Heroine was disgusted, to say the least, and literally slapped Johnny to get him off of her. I found it amusing.

Once Johnny was off of Heroine, the boys took off across the parking lot, bouncing like kids on crack or something. Heroine and I glanced at each other, but we followed the boys into the large mall. It looked like any other average mall, however there was one thing that stood out and that was a statue of…something really abstract. Heroine immediately grabbed her camera and handed it to Johnny, whom she’d grabbed the moment the boys started to walk away. “Tut, tut!” I said, disapprovingly. “Take a picture of us, Johnny!”

“YEAH, TAKE A PICTURE OF US, JOHNNY.” Heroine exclaimed, shoving her camera at him. “Please?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him and dear Johnny—bless his soul—sighed and took a hold of it. “Thanks Johnny!” Heroine scurried over to me and we found a part of the statue that looked…naughty which was perfect for a Heroine-Ashlinn picture.

“Pose, ladies.” Johnny said in a monotonous tone. Heroine grabbed me and quickly I pursed my lips and did a model-istic pose that everyone would think we were lesbians for, even though both of us were straight. “Beautiful. Now, Gabo and me are going to—“

“YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO GO MAKE OUT, RIGHT?” Heroine exclaimed, gleefully. “Dude, we’ve told you time and time again: It’s ok to make out in front of us. We don’t care. We think it’s hot.”

“I’m not gay, Hair-o.”

“Yes, you are.” Heroine argued, glaring up at him. “Go fuck him in the bathroom. I don’t care.”

“She just wants to sell the porno on EBay. You two should tape it, Johnny. We’d get rich.” I chimed in, smiling. Johnny rolled his eyes and took off to Gabo who was busily texting away. Bastards. “Call us when you’re ready to go, Gabriel!” Gabo waved and grabbed Johnny’s elbow and steered him away from Heroine and I, who I may add, were ready for fun. “What are we going to do, Hair?”

“Find hot boys to take pictures with. And go shopping.” She stated, simply. I smiled . We took off toward the center of the mall in search of people who would know exactly who we were.

Ashlinn Harrison and Heroine Melinkaamp.