Hannah's POV
I was awoken by Gerard Way's voice as my alarm went off, the sounds of Famous Last Words blasting through my dark room. I rolled over to see the numbers 4:00 in red on my alarm, and let out a small squeal. Today was the day Elle, my best friend and sidekick, and I were going to Warped Tour UK.
I pulled my dark purple covers off of my legs and sat up, running a tattooed hand through my short black and green hair. Yawning, I flung my legs off the side off the bed and stood up, blinking a few times to get rid of the tiredness.
I walked over to my window and pulled up the blinds to see the usual grey sky.
Most people would probably be tired of the depressing, rainy weather but I loved it. I've been in the UK for 4 years now, so I've gotten used to it.
I left America when I was 18 to live with my best friend, Elle Disaster. We had been internet friends for roughly 5 years, but once I turned 18 I was finally able to escape my parents and go meet her and now we live together. I don't know where I'd be without her. We saved each other.
I quietly snuck out of my bedroom and across the hall into Elle's room. I slowly opened the door, revealing a room where bare walls were non existent, and clothes were carelessly strewn about. Elle was still fast asleep under her DropDead duvet cover, obviously having slept through her alarm.
I put my hand on her shoulder and shook her a little.
"Come on wake up! We've gotta leave soon," I laughed as she opened her chocolate brown eyes and yawned.
She groaned and rolled out of the covers and off the bed, hitting the floor with a thump.
"I'm up, I'm up," she groaned, standing up and stumbling to her wardrobe.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower, I won't be long." I said, walking over to the bathroom.
After showering, I pulled my black tights over my complexly inked legs and slipped on black shorts over the top. I traded my night shirt for a Black Craft Cult tank top before pulling on some white creepers with little skulls and spiders on them. I then brushed my hair and pulled on a Fearless Vampire Killers snapback which I turned around so it was backwards on my head.
I made sure I had everything packed for our short stay at the hotel for the job we had today. We were heading to Warped Tour to interview bands that we have tattooed at our shop.
Elle and I co-own a tattoo parlour in Sheffield called Wretched Ink. After I came to the UK, Elle and I applied for Tattoo School and got the skills to become tattoo artists. We worked a crappy job to save up for our own space, and we opened our parlour last year and it has been mental. We've travelled up and down the country, being involved in shows and we collected an award last year. However, we started doing a blog channel of our shop and what we did on YouTube not long after we opened, and we got the attention of some certain individuals who had got us through some rough times with their music. After a long wait we managed to ink up some of our favourite artists, and it got us to where we are today
I smiled, thinking of how far we'd come together. I grabbed my sunglasses, phone and before walking out of my room with my bag. I shut my door behind me and bumped into Elle.
She was dressed in her usual gothic style that matched amazingly with her heavily tattooed body. The hair colour of today was bright blue, and it flowed down her body in loose waves that ended by her waist.
"Ready?" I asked. She nodded and walked into the living room, calling for her puppy, Rodney. I walked into the kitchen to find my hairless cat, Lucifer, sprawled in a heap on the floor. He was playing with a ball of wool, pouncing on it like it was a life or death situation.
Crazy kitty, I thought as I picked a food packet out of the cupboard. I cut off the top and poured it into his bowl, adding some milk in the bowl next to it.
"Lucifer, come here little guy." I cooed at him, watching him slink over to his food bowl. He sniffed at it in curiosity, then began eating it. I sighed in satisfaction, and left a little note for our next door neighbour when she comes over later to feed him again.
While we were gone our neighbor, Hannah Snowdon, said she would take care of our pets. Oli was going on tour with BMTH, so she was staying at home and she just offered to help out with them. I made a mental note to buy her something as a thank you when we got back.
After feeding our little creatures we started to take all of our equipment down to our car.
After everything was loaded into our eight passenger van, I hopped into the passenger seat with a stack of CD's for the road.
"Are you ready to have the time of your life?" Elle squealed at me as she got in her seat and shut the door.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said, chuckling slightly.
Elle smiled at me reassuringly, then put the keys in the ignition.Elle-Hi guys! So this is the first chapter of Straight Outta Warped Tour! We really hope you like it, but this is just something to get you started and make this story official. The next chapter is going to be in my POV and we will be writing more for this story very soon! In the meantime, check out our personal accounts because we both have stories that are currently underway!
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Straight Outta Warped Tour (AA fanfiction)
FanfictionElle Disaster and Hannah Horror, two band obsessed tattooists in the heart of Britain, get the opportunity to go to Warped Tour UK and interview bands/band members that they've had the pleasure of tattooing. Elle has been a close friend of Asking Al...