Battle of the Bands

Not the ordinary kind

Calamity POV~

I couldnt wait 4 days to say that it was a lie! I never wanted to start a battle actually, I wanted to be friends!
"Your not really taking all that stuff to him are you?" Sally asked, as I finished carefully putting the cookies in the container.
I had a giant thing of flowers, big batch of cookies, and a "Im sorry, that news lady is a fucking twat" card, because Im a fucking kiss ass.
"Yes! They need to know I didn't say that! And even if I did, I would probably give them a fucking cake!" I said, grabbing my sorry gifts and walking to the car.
"So, you got his address off the internet?" Sally asked, I nodded. "Dont tell him that... You'll sound creepy." I nodded again, walking towards the car.
"If he doesn't except your apology, give me the cookies!" Sally yelled from the door. "Shut up! Later!" I said, punching the address into my phone GPS.
"Im going on a trip to say Im sorry with, a bunch of presents! Hope he likes cookies." I sang to myself.
Is there really a place in Australia called P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney? If there is I must visit and see if Nemos there... Nemo can get rid of my troubles, right?
I was so lost in thought I almost missed the house I was supposed to be at. "189? 189? 189? 189!" I parked in the driveway, grabbing my presents and knocking on the wooden front door.
"Milia, stop asking for our Lucky Charms, Max already told us not to-, oh... What do you want?" The familiar blue haired boy asked.
"I wanted to say that I never said you guys weren't competion and that that news lady is a fucking twat... You can read that in the card." Jayden laughed and stepped out of the doorway so I could come in.
"I accept your apology, and your gifts." He started. "It just stung a bit when I heard on the news you had said that, mostly because Just Us Creeps is like... The Blink 182 to our Fall Out Boy." I put my hand over my heart.
"Really? Im so honored to hear you say that, like literal tears are forming." I seriously crying, Jayden laughed and ate one of the cookies.
"These are delicious, thanks." He smiled, I smiled back. "No problem, there are gummy bears on some... For Emilia of course." He laughed, and sat down on the counter in the kitchen.
"Yeah, she would murder me if I ate one of those." We laughed, and I realized the flowers were still in my hand.
"I ship you and Luke Hemming by the way, me and Milia have been telling everyone for years that you guys are dating secretly." I blushed.
"We kinda are actually... We just dont want haters to be assholes." I admitted, Jayden smiled really big. "Yeeeesss I fucking knew it!"
"Hey, I ship you and Lainey hard core! Ive seen a couple of your concerts and you guys act like Ferard!" Now hes blushing, Im an evil genius (not really... More of a clumsy penguin, bit whatever).
"I guess you could say we're together, I mean we've fucked on multiple occasions, we just never had a liable." I am having a fan girl attack right now... LAYDEN IS REAL LAYDEN IS REAL!!!!!

Emilia POV~

"Why do I have to sing this? Its kind of embarrassing... Because its about my ex?" I asked, Lainey and MC thought for a second.
"It would be more convincing if you did it." Lainey finally came up with.
"Where's Jayden? He was supposed to be here an hour ago." Max asked, and as if on cue, Jayden walked through the door.
"Jay! Thank god you're here! Lainey and MC wanted me to sing Diverse Attention, can you convince them that- oh hi, you look familiar?" This girl was with him... I know her face.... That face is familiar.... So is her hair....

That's when it clicked in my dumbasss head.

"Oh shit! Your Calamity Stones!" I mentally slapped myself, Im a fucking idiot.
"Calamity Stones? The one that talked shit about us in the NVM interview?" Max asked, crossing her arms.
                 "That's why I brought her here, she came to say it was a lie." Jayden defended her.
                 "It was, the card I got even says "Im sorry the news lady was being a twat, and I made cookies." Not good enough. "With gummy bears Milia..." I spun around to look at her.
                 "Guys, we cant hold grudges forever! Sometimes you gotta forgive and forget, ya know?" I put my arm around her shoulders.
                 Everyone just looked at me with that "you easy mother fucker" look, except for Jayden, he was smiling like a dumbasss.
                  "Theres one more thing." Calamity said, I pulled my arm away. No, this forgiveness will not last long will it?
                 "I wanted to see if you guys wanted to... Maybe... Make a deal?" Now all of us had the same look "the fuck you talkin about, hoe?"
                 "What kind of deal?" Max asked.
                 "Because if its prostitution, been there, done that." Lainey joined in.
                 "No... Not prostitution? What the hell? No, a deal to have a fake battle of the bands." Still with the "the fuck hoe" faces.
                  "How the hell do you have a fake battle of the bands?" MC asked.
                  "We pretend to hate each other in front of the press, but in actuality we're friends. I came up with the idea through a fan fic I read about the both of our bands.... Also it would due out eventually."
                 Everyone started having a mental conversation, not wanting to say anything out loud.

"I dont know guys, what if one of us takes it to far?"

"Cough cough Lainey, cough MC, cough wheeze Milia."

"Hey!"

"True."

"What if we agree not to say or do anything to take it to a personal level?"

"Than she has to do it to."

"Along with Drew, Cameron, and Elliot."

"We have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

                  "We take your deal, just make sure not to take anything personally, or say or do anything to take thing to a personal level."
                 Calamity and Jayden shook hands, and she left with a smile.
                  "Its official." "Yep..." "We're in a battle." "And we're gonna win." "Fake win."

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