Gone(A multi bandom story)

The Begining

*Rachel's POV*

"Are we there yet? I can't wait to see Bowling For Soup!" I heard my best friend, Mary, yell from the seat behind me in the little blue Sebring that my older sister, Payton, was over cautiously driving along the bumpy gravel roads on the way to Warped Tour.

I rolled my eyes playfully and turned to face her, "You asked that 5 minutes ago, and I'll give you the same answer; YES!"

My voice was tired and worn from the 5 hour drive to our destination from our little hometown in Iowa.

"Guys, calm down we just reached the Hotel..." Payton, always being the more mature out of us all, tried to quiet us down as she attempted to pull into a parking spot in front of the big glass doors leading to the hotel lobby, "And we all know that 5 Seconds of Summer are going to be the best band there!"

"NO!" I automatically spit back, "There are so many good bands like Of Mice & Men, blessthefall, All Time Low, Mo-"

I watched Payton shake her head, "Rachel, I was just joking, alright?"

"Yeah, right, we all know you just wanna see Elliott Gruenberg!"

Payton shrugged, "You know, I'm not denying that..."

Once we reached the front desk, the older looking lady glared at us with beady eyes through her pointed glasses.

"Do you have a reservation... ladies?"

I tried to hold back my unreasonable anger towards the woman judging us behind the desk, "Um, yes it's under Rachel and Payton Cooper."

"Right," The lady, whose name is Greta according to her nametag, took a big sigh and shoved a pair of card keys into my face, "Room 320 on the top floor."

"Thank you!" Payton smiled as she gave a small wave and pushed me towards the walkway.

We got to the elevator as soon as possible and pushed the small triangle up arrow button to summon the doors to open.

We were greeting by a friendly, and very familiar, face that was smiling towards us.

"Going up?" The man asked as he leaned towards the button pad in the corner of the elevator.

I nodded, "Yeah, floor 3. Thanks."

He pushed the button then turned to face us, "You guys look like you're headed to Warped Tour, eh?"

He must be talking about our outrageous hair colors and band shirts.

Payton gives me a quick nudge that made me realize the man laughing in front of us belongs to the name Michael Clifford.

Yes, like from 5 Seconds of Summer.

I shrugged. I was never really their biggest fan, but Payton was die hard.

"Yep," I answered his question about Warped, "My sister Payton here will definitely be seeing your performance!"

The elevator lets out a pitchy ding as the doors slowly shoot open.

Michael began to exit as he spoke, "Great! See you there!"

Hmm... If he's here then... YES!

"Wait! Michael!" I called after the blue haired man prancing away from us with his little man purse hanging from his side.

Okay, it was a suitcase but it looked like a satchel.

"Is there, I don't know, anyone else from Warped here? Like, well, let's say Of Mice & Men?"

Michael laughed at me, "Yes, actually! Good luck finding them though, I can't even find my own band mates..."

"Alright, um, thanks!" I put my hand up for a high five.

Michael reluctantly agreed to slap his palm against mine, "Yeah... You're welcome...

Well, this is going to be sick!!