The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 3 (Hailey's POV)

"WAKEY WAKEY!" Is all I hear before a pillow is slammed into my head repeatedly.

To save myself, I dive off the bed, still half asleep.

"What the fuck?" I scream, jumping up and holding my own pillow weapon.

"We need food! Let's go to Wal-Mart!" Cheryl exclaims, jumping up and down like the five year old she is.

Sighing, I agree. We do need food. You don't want to see either of us hungry and angry. Shit hits the fan.

"Why are you up so early anyway? I never usually see your face until one in the afternoon at least," I call from the bathroom.

"Dude," Cheryl calls back, "it's two p.m."

"Oh shit," I say. I never sleep this late.

I stand up and look in the mirror, almost stumbling back in shock. The monster staring back is not me. There's eyeliner and mascara running down my face, and my hair is a huge rats nest on top of my head. If I signed up for an amateur ugly contest, I'd be sent home for being a professional.

I quickly wash off the makeup left on my face and apply some more. Just as I'm perfecting the line of eyeliner I applied, the bathroom door swings open and Cheryl comes bounding in, causing my hand to jerk back, taking the black makeup with it and marking a thick black line across my cheek.

"Dude! That is so not funny," I scream at Cheryl, who doesn't even attempt to hold in her laugh.

"I'm sorry," she chokes out while I begrudgingly wipe off the screwed up eyeliner, "I just wanted to tell you that Fall Out Boy answered my tweet."

I whip around to look at my best friend. "Are you serious right now?"

"Damn straight."

"Holy shit! Show me, show me!"

She skips out of the bathroom, me stumbling along behind her. Cheryl has been tweeting Fall Out Boy's Twitter page for their Q&A's for weeks, and she's never lost hope about getting an answer.

I finally catch up to Cheryl, and before I can sit on the couch she's shoving her phone in my face, too close to even see anything. I grab it and hold it at arms length.

@CherylC: @FallOutBoy what is your favorite song you've ever released?

@FallOutBoy: @CherylC we all agree on Dance, Dance, because up until then we were still figuring ourselves out. That song doesn't really sound like any other band. It throws out this unique vibe to it that Fall Out Boy only really possesses.

I sit there staring at the screen for a minute, disbelieving. Our favorite band answered Cheryl's tweet! That almost never happens to fans.

"Wow, this is awesome," I say, handing Cheryl her phone.

"I know, man. Well, its getting late, and I'm hungry. To Wal-Mart!"

After our enthusiastic fangirling session, we head out to the car to start our journey to Wal-Mart. Well, if we could find it.

"Didn't you say it was only ten minutes from here?" Cheryl asks.

"Yeah, that's what Google Maps said," I say, flicking through my phone.

"Well, look at it again!" Cheryl exclaims impatiently.

"What do you think I'm doing, Dickweed?"

"Hurry up!"

"Cheryl! You missed it!"

"You never told me where it was!"

"The friggin sign clearly said Wal-Mart right on it!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

After having our little screaming match, Cheryl finally turns around and finds a parking space in the supermarket. Finally.

Heading into the store, I grab a cart. Cheryl runs up to it and jumps in the basket, nearly sending the cart to its side. I grin mischeviously at her.

"Oh, no," she whispers. Too late.

I take off running, pushing the cart as fast as it will go. I lurch around turns and weave around aisles, seeking the food aisle. I'd be able to read the signs if Cheryl's screaming wasn't so loud and distracting.

"You're going so fast!" Cheryl yells.

"At running or at sex? Oh wait, you've never had the privilege to see the second one," I say absentmindedly, finally finding the aisle I was looking for.

"Oh, come on, you're such a virgin," Cheryl says smugly, crossing her arms. Then she almost falls out of the cart. Not by me jerking to a stop or anything.

"Well, you are too."

"I never said I wasn't."

"Anyway," I start, rolling my eyes, "what food do you see in your future, Smartass?"

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After getting all the food we should need for the next couple days, we check out and pay for everything, but not before my little incident with a wet floor. I was trying to skate with my shoes, then end up on my ass while a red-faced Cheryl dies laughing at my humiliation. Everyone kept staring at me like I needed to go on some crazy pills after that.

Heading home, my mind wanders to the upcoming Fall Out Boy concert. What would happen if we could actually meet them? I don't know about Cheryl, but I would absolutely die. But nothing like that happens in real life, does it?

Author's Note: This is during present time when they release their AB/AP album, but the members of Fall Out Boy are around Cheryl and Hailey's age, around 22 or 23, without kids or wives.