Industry || Pete Wentz

Chapter 2

The sound of shouting and moving furniture distracts me from my song writing. They were getting ready for the party tonight, Lauri and Harley have occasionally come upstairs to try and persuade me to come but I won't have it. Riley said over 200 people were coming, two hundred people are going to be in our house. Possibly trashing the place, or maybe stealing something from us.

You'd be surprised, even the most richest of people still steal, I don't get why though. Normally it's video games or game consoles or sometimes something major like money or jewellery. I left my phone downstairs once while they were having a party and I couldn't bare going downstairs. The next day, I go down and it's stolen.

The sound of music being blasted, it was all muffled since I mostly sound proofed my room, but I could still recognise it as My Chemical Romance. I'm pretty sure it was Give Em Hell Kid. Harley said that My Chem were going to be here tonight. Not that it mattered to me, I wasn't going to be there. It was around 7pm, I could hear car doors slamming outside so I guess people were arriving. The music was getting louder by the second and I couldn't concentrate, I'd either write lyrics from the songs downstairs or mess up on my melody.

The attic door opens ever so slightly and Harley's head pops up slightly.

"Last chance Vi, please just come downstairs. You don't even have to talk to anyone, I know your scared about He Who Shall Not Be Named being there but he won't even if he is Marty and I would beat him up then kick his ass out the door." This look of anger flashes in Harley's eyes.

"I'm not scared of him Harley, no I'm fine up here writing songs." I shrug.

"Whatever you say Vi." He sighs before stepping down the ladders and closing the door behind him. I really hated the parties they threw, I don't know why but I just haven't had very good past experiences with them.

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The party had been going on for hours, I tried to finish the song,  it didn't go too well. I tried to draw, I kept messing up. I tried to sing but the music drowns out my voice. All I could do was sit on my bed thinking of possible lyrics whilst listening to Limp Bizkit being blasted downstairs. Melodies run through my mind but I can't find the right one to fit the song. It was around 1am and the party was still ongoing, you'd expect the cops to be called but we live in a secluded area so no neighbours are going to complain. Sucks if we are being murdered though.

The attic door starts rattling like if someone was trying to get in, from the hundreds  of parties they have thrown, no one has ever tried to get in my room. It finally bursts open and a guy with long reddish brown hair pokes his head up, then eventually climbs in, shutting the behind him. At least he has manners.

"What are you doing in my room?" I snarl, his head whips around me, his eyes widen as he sees me.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know this was your room." He stutters as his glasses fall down his nose.

"What are you doing up here anyway?" I snap.

"My friends dragged me to this party, parties aren't really my scene." He sighs.

"They are not mine either, come on you can stay up here." I don't know why I was being so nice to him. Normally I would have kicked them out by now. He shuffles on the spot, he seemed like an awkward person.

"You can come sit up here? I don't bite." I smile patting the bed next to me, then it only just occurs to me that I'm in my batman pyjama shorts  and t-shirt. He climbs up on my bed sitting next to me.

"So how come you don't like parties?"

"Eh well I don't drink, I don't do any sort of drugs, so straight edge and I'm vegan. They are doing a barbecue downstairs so I just had to get out."

"I get what you mean, I used to love parties but I had this terrible experience so I never wanted to do one again." I sigh, thinking back on that night.

"Must have been a bad night if it put you off parties full stop."

"Yeah, worst night of my life." I shiver, the memories hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Hey, aren't you Violet from Army Of The Doubt?"

"You got me." I giggle before instantly recognising him.

"Aren't you Andy Hurley from Fall Out Boy?" I gasp, I can't believe I was so stupid. As soon as I said that Dance, Dance comes on downstairs. I tap my fingers to the beat on my song book.

"So, what do you do when they have parties?" Andy sighs, he must be getting bored, as was I.

"I normally write songs or draw. Sometimes I watch TV or sing." I shrug whilst flicking through channels to see what's on.

"How often do you guys have these parties?"

"Every month or so." I stay on MTV Rocks since one of our songs came on.

"A tad vain aren't you?"

"I like watching our videos to see if I look alright or not" I giggle, one of our most famous songs was on. Misery Business.

"So not to be rude Andy, but why don't you just go home rather than putting yourself through this misery?" I question Andy, he didn't have to stay.

"My friend made me swear that'd I'd stay until they were going, since I always ditch them at parties even though I'm designated driver."

"They're using you for a ride Hurley." I sing song whilst nudging his shoulder. I hadn't realised that we had been sat up here for an hour and that it was now 2am.

"I know but they're my best friends, I don't mind." He shrugs, Fall Out Boy now come on MTV Rocks with This Ain't A Scene. My eyes glue to the screen as I watch the music video, I never really pay attention to other bands.

"I guess you didn't know we were both signed to the same label." Andy interrupts my thoughts, I snap my head towards him.

"We are?"

"You didn't know?" He chuckles.

"No, I don't really pay attention to anything, I don't even know who half the people who are here tonight, I'm friends with my friends and that's it."

"Well am I considered a friend now?" Andy hopefully asks.

"Sure Hurley, sure." I smile before ruffling his hair.

"Well Hayford, are you originally from California?"

"I was born in Illinois but grew up in California." I shrug.

"Where in Illinois?"

"Elmhurst, around a thirty minute drive from Chicago."

"Two of my friends are from around that area I think." Andy furrows his eyebrows as he tries to remember where his friends are from.

"Why where are you from?" I wonder aloud.

"Wisconsin, close to Illinois right though?" He chuckles, then he turns the volume up as a Green Day  song comes on.

That's how I spend most of the night, sat in my room talking about nothing and everything with Andy Hurley from Fall Out Boy.

A/N: All songs used for Army Of The Doubt will either be Paramore or All Time Low.

-anniexoxo