A few psychos riding a motorcycle

Chapter one: First her

Alicia rode into town on her motorcycle. She was meeting her friend, Piper. She had gotten kicked out of her new apartment... again. Yes, to her displeasure this was not the first time. She would often freak her neighbours and co-workers out with her sudden disappearances and someone would take her place. She was over the top now and would forget almost half of her life and what she had been doing. Alicia took a sharp turn left and laughed loudly to herself remembering when last time when she stayed at someone's house.

"Hey, Ali, could you get me the chips from the kitchen?" She looked to the direction of the stairs where the shout came from. "Yeah, sure." She stepped through the doorway into the kitchen and was about to grab the chips and run them upstairs when she stopped and held her head. "Oh my God, I thought I was over with this cold..." She leaned on the counter and soon passed out. Next moment she woke up riding her motorcycle into New York and her bike seemed to be covered in a cranberry looking jam.

"I always wondered why I thought it was jam!" She laughed again, pulling into the small town where Piper lived. She took out a note which had her address on it. After a few laughs and scenes where she got pulled over for being mistaken for a different person she finally found the house and hopped off letting the bike go off on it's own. Oh crap. She chased after it and got it before it rammed into the side of her house. "Slopes are real here, huh?" She put the kickstand down and knocked on the door. She heard tripping a small "ow" and the the door swung open with a grinning (and slightly bruised) girl on the other side of it. "You are the classiest person I met, opening a door like that, Piper." The girl chuckled and moved out of the doorway, "your not exactly careful either, lee." Alicia grinned and found her way to the kitchen and grabbed the three thousand (slight exaggeration) popcorn packets from behind the glasses in the cupboard. "I still don't know where you got that nickname from or why you try to hide popcorn from me but whatever." She shrugged and walked to the micro wave while Piper was laughing in the back and muttering how she hasn't changed one bit.

She put the bag in the microwave and stood there staring at it spinning, thinking about what to do. Her and Piper had known eachother for as long as she can remember and she was probably correct when she thought she couldn't do something with her. Piper would probably go to the couch, turn on an anime and fall asleep in the first five minutes, if she was woken up she was often as scary as Alicia was to her neighbours which is never not scary. Her head made a ding sound that was probably the microwave but she had an idea nonetheless. "Hey Piper! Can I shoot at your sisters boy band posters?" Piper' s sister, Natalie went away to college about a month ago and her crazed life style reminders were in the basement just screaming to be shot at, even she said so. "Sure go ahead," Piper chuckled from the other room. She grabbed the popcorn bag and ran outside. She lifted up the seat and pulled out a shotgun (that she had never seen) that had replaced her BB gun. "The more painful, the better I guess." She laughed at her own forgetfulness and tipped most of the popcorn into her mouth.

Walking back inside she ran down the steps to the basement, swearing as she tripped on the last step. Landing in the box of posters she was originally down here to play target with, she chuckled and hung them up. As she aimed she got a head ache but shrugged it off as something that would go away soon. She shot the gun and hit the poster in its magazine paper forehead. "Score!" She punched the air and clapped for herself a little. Imagining it like it was the actual real deal dude. Her head got dramatically worse and she hit it, trying it to see if it would help. When she realised it made it worse she clutched her head and put the gun down on a box before passing out and knocking down numerous boxes.

Piper woke up immediately and shouted vulgar words while running to the cellar door. Boxes were scattered and her friends half was covered by old books and parts. Piper stepped and slid down the stairs calming down a bit. "Alicia burdotch stop screwing around and get up you idiot!" She brushed some of the books off and poked her but Alicia didn't move, she poked her again...and again... and again. "Right you uncooperative little shit..." Piper got up completely and went to the other the side of the room. She ran over and jumped, landing on the unconscious shooter. Alicia gave a "oof!" And groaned as she got off of her. She rubbed her head and looked at her weird. "Piper come on, that was uncalled for... Wait, piper?" Piper brushed down her skirt and looked at her. "You interrupted my sleep, Alicia."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Three questions. Do you want to go pull something on one of your annoying neighbors, Why am I in your basement, and who in all heaven above is Alicia?"