The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 15 (Cheryl's POV)

"BROTHAAAAAAAAAA!"

"BROOOOOOOO!" My best friend yells back to me, standing in the doorway to my house. She walks in after me, almost tripping over the silly string that was flung everywhere from our friends that had already gotten here.

We walk to the kitchen where everyone is crowded around five boxes of pizza, and Hailey raises her beer bottle.

"I want to make an oh-so sophisticated toast with a fucking beer bottle to my best buddy, Cheryl. We've been close ever since seventh grade, five and a half years ago today. You mean literally everything to me, and if you weren't in my life I'd be lost without your dick jokes in inappropriate situations, your random and hilarious outbursts when you get frustrated at something, your attitude, your amazing music taste, everything. I love ya, bro. Don't take that the perverted way, which you will, but I fucking love you more than Pete Wentz loves his pizza and Patrick Stump loves his fedoras. Now, cue the strippers!"

Suddenly the scene gets suspended into time, everything frozen. I stand there in confusion for a second, but then I'm feeling my body being ripped from the scene, the world around me spinning so fast everything is a blur.

The next thing I know, I'm sitting in a car beside Hailey, listening to Panic! At The Disco's Hurricane while she belts out the words as loud as she can, me just sitting there laughing.

As soon as the song ended, the world starts spinning around me again, and then I'm suddenly standing in a bedroom of a hotel room, looking at Twitter from my phone. My eyes focus, and I realize what I tweeted Fall Out Boy had been answered. I stand there, disbelieving, a huge smile creeping its way onto my face. She reads my screen and freaks out with me, and I move to sit down on the bed, but the ground caves in beneath me, and I start falling to nowhere.

Everything is spinning again, making me nauseated. As soon as it starts, though, it stops, and my feet are abruptly slammed to the floor, standing on Starbucks.

"I'd like to see you try," I hear someone say, and I look up to see Hailey staring up determinedly at a security guard, face set in stone.

The guard moves so swiftly I barely have time to think, throwing Hailey over his shoulder and walking out of the building. I trail after them in complete shock. I open the door, expecting to be outside in the city, but I walk straight into a crowd of people, hearing American Beauty / American Psycho blasting around everywhere.

I look up in confusion, seeing Fall Out Boy on stage performing their hearts out. When did I get to a Fall Out Boy concert?! I look to my side and see Hailey singing along with a smile on her face. How did I not freaking know about this?!

I barely have time to sit and think about it, being thrown out of the scene again. But instead if settling into another place, my body is thrown to a bottomless ground, writhing in pain. I can't see or hear anything; I can only feel pain.

Dead silence soon turns into a deafening ringing. I try to cover my ears, but I can't even feel myself.

"Make it stop!" I try to scream, but I can't feel my mouth to open it.

The ringing starts to fade, belong replaced with voices.

"Call me Patrick."

"OOOOOH, REJECTED!"

"You guys are cool, so we wanted to give you these VIP passes."

"I can't take away all your problems, but I can promise to help you through them."

All the voices are merging together, making it extremely hard to tell them apart. Who is talking to me? I can't answer, I can't move. My body is frozen in agony.

"During the show that guy punched you in the jaw, knocking you out. Don't worry, after I punched him the first time I got him again for hurting you. He's in a room somewhere here, too."

"Who the fuck are you, hitting my best friend with a damn frying pan?"

"... Hailey! Hailey! Get off of her! You've done enough! Get off!"

I suddenly feel hands wrap around my neck, starting to squeeze. I squirm around, trying to rid myself of the feeling.

"Get off! Get off!" I can hear myself, but it never comes out of my mouth. The feeling of being choked suddenly disappears. I lay there, gasping for breath, still unable to move. Then I feel needles and hands probing my invisible body, my endless screaming helping none whatsoever.

After a while, I give up trying to scream, just laying there and letting the hands probe me. By now, the pain has become more bearable, turning to a numb throbbing. The voices have become quieter, merging together to form a consistent hum.

After what seems like forever, I'm blinded by a bright light suddenly bursting into my line of vision. I close my eyes in hopes of drowning out the light just a little bit, but the brightness doesn't change. I feel the sudden sensation of falling, falling but not seeing anything, just plunging into nothing. Or that's how it feels.

After falling for what seems like centuries, my body slams into what feels like a mattress.

"Cheryl?! Cheryl, please wake up for me. Please." Who is that? I don't recognize the voice. Its on the masculine side, so I'm assuming they're male.

"Cher, its me. I know you can hear me. You'd better get your ass up so we can pick up where we left off." Hailey. I try to smile, but my features seem frozen in place. I try to reach up to her, but its like my entire body is asleep. Why can't I move?

I start struggling, willing my muscles to move. Unsuccessfully. If I could groan, I'd be groaning to Canad and back right now. Just move your body, dumbass! Its not hard!

"Pete, her eyes are fluttering." Pete? Who's Pete? The only Pete I know of is from Fall Out Boy. Like he'd be here. Hah. Okay, I seriously have to get up out of this. Open. Your. Eyes!

Using all the strength I can muster, I force my eyes to open. And they do. The faces that are staring back at me are none other than my best friend, Hailey and... Fall Out Boy?

(A/N: this chapter got deleted and I had to rewrite it, so sorry if anyone got confused. Thnks fr rdng!)