Daughter of Warped

Chapter 2

"I can't believe that you are leaving for the whole summer!" my best friend Jess said to me as we walked out to my car from the graduation ceremony.

"I know. My dad sucks dicks!"

"I'm going to miss you so much." She said hugging me. "Where does the tour start?"

"Seattle."

"That doesn't sound so bad! You've always wanted to go there."

"Yeah, but not with stupid Warped Tour. I wanted to go with you so we could do all the stuff there is to do there. I'm going to be stuck in a venue recording shit music, and interviewing ass hole band members."

"Try to be positive, some of the band members might be cute."

"Hopefully. I have to go. My flight leaves in an hour and a half." I said looking at my phone.

"Just, don't get pregnant, okay?" she said to me trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't have to worry." I said laughing and hugging her again.

"And, I'm coming to the LA date."

"I think I would kill you if you didn't."

"Bye. Call me every day." She to me as I got in my car.

"Will do." I said shutting the door. As I drove off she waved to me. I'm going to miss her so much.

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I pulled into the airport parking lot and parked. This is where my car is going to be for the next two months.

I started to pull all of my luggage out of the trunk and realized I wasn't going to be able to carry it all. As I struggled to get it all I heard a very deep voice behind me say "Need any help?" I turned around and saw a very tall, over 6 foot, guy with a lip piercing, tons of tattoos, black dyed hair, black eye makeup, and black cloths, standing behind me. Umm...I'm not sure about this. What if he takes my stuff? I can't fight him off. He could obviously see what I was thinking, probably by my facile expressions and said "I promise I'm safe. Don't let all the black scare you." he said laughing a bit. "I promise that I'm actually a nice guy and I am not going to try to take your stuff or anything. I really doubt that you have anything in these suitcases that could be of uses to me."

"Sure, thanks." I half smiled, handing him some of my stuff.

"I'm Andy, by the way." He said.

"KC."

"So, where are you headed?" he asked making an effort to make conversation. I'm sure this is about as awkward for him as it is for me, and I really doubt that we have anything in common to talk about.

"Seattle." I said, almost emotionless.

"Really? Me too. What for?"

"I'm working as a reporter type thing for a music tour."

"Oh, that's cool. What tour?"

"Warped Tour."

"Wait...you're KC Lyman?" he asked. Whoa, that's kind of weird that he knows who I am. But, he does look like the type of person who would go to the tour, and would keep up with it.