Nice Boys Don't Play Rock N Roll

Warnings: underage smoking and drinking, Plus I will be using the teenage versions of Guns N Roses/ Steven and Slash mostly but it will be set in modern day, so yeah.

Luna's POV.

It was a warm day in May when I woke up to the sound of my alarm. My hand reached out from the mountain of blankets I was buried under and slammed the snooze button. "Summer cant come fast enough," I mumbled as I ross from my bed. My blonde hair so matted from sleep it looked like a rats nest.I looked over to see my friend Jess sleeping in her bed. She has been staying with my parents and I ever since her parents went on a hell of a long business trip. I got up and walked over to her, she was talking in her sleep, "Id like to thank the fans for this award," I laughed and shook her. "Wake up honey its time for us to go on tour," I exclaim hitting her shoulder like a drum. She wakes up and looks at me and proceeds to freak out, her long matted brown hair falling in her face. I fall to the floor holding my stomach laughing. "What the hell man! You ruined my dream!" she yells at me. "Come on its almost time to go to school, we can win a Grammy latter," I say as I walk over to my closet and pull out a ripped and tattered looking Bon Jovi t-shirt, black spiked shorts and my patched and studded leather jacket. Jess pulled herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I sat down at my wall mirror and started to do my makeup. Jess comes back and starts to get dressed in a Rolling Stones t-shirt, black ripped jeans, spiked combat boots and a red flannel. We both do are make up similar to each other, simple yet cool."You ready?" I ask as I grab our bags. "Ready as ill ever be," she responds tiredly, grabbing her bag. We walk down stairs, grab breakfast, and run out the door. We run to the bus and get on, we go to the very back and sit down. "So what do you think will be in store for us today?" I say as I lower the window and pull out a cigarette. "I don't know man, do you gotta do that in here?" she says in a concerned tone. I flicked it out the window, "Sorry mom," I say in a friendly mocking tone. We both road down the street , blissfully unaware of what awaited us at our destination. ( to be continued... I will try to post on weekends, sometimes weekdays?)