War at Warped

Chapter 5: Panic! On the Tour Bus

"Okay, we're splitting all of you up. Go with the band you were watching before those asses came. Head to their bus and they will tell you what to do," Ronnie tells us. I can't help but be a little excited that we're in the BVB group. Everyone fans out and heads to the bands' buses.

"Okay, everyone, just stay calm. We can figure this out," Andy rubs his temples and stands in front of the door. "There are so many of you, Christ, okay, the ten of you I'm counting off come in first. You, you, you, you, you, you, and you four." He points to the first ten of us in front of him, the four of us included. We climb on the bus, a dream of mine coming true all at once.

"Okay, so we have some issues with these little intruders. Anyone have any ideas as to handling this?" Jinxx asks, his warpaint smeared.

"You, grape-head, some of them knew you. Name?" Andy points at me with his cigarette.

"Roxxi. The one with the blond hair was my sister, Ella. And her friend Katie was the one in all yellow."

"Did you tell them you were here?" Andy asks.

"My sister couldn't give the smallest fuck as to where I am. She's always hated me and my friends. Like the rest of them."

"I'm really not surprised that they all showed up. It was bound to happen sometime," Tory pipes in. He grips my hand tightly.

"Yeah, I'm just surprised that their girly bands showed too. And they call me a chick," Ashley cracks his knuckles.

"I think a fight isn't really the way to go with this. We don't care what they think of us. They just want to make us all feel like shit," a kid named Ty squeaks.

"No, if they want a fight, they'll get it. But in the end, I think we need to show them what they're missing..," Andy gets an evil grin. The fifteen or so of us sit there for almost an hour, planning it out. The band ends up on their phones, calling the other bands and letting them in on what we figured out.

"Okay, who has like eyeliner or something? You all need to look the part. If not, we have extra warpaint." Jake and Andy head to the back of the bus to retrieve the supplies, and the girls in our group dig out their makeup.

When we're all ready, we head outside to let the others hear what we're doing and get them ready. We each take lead of little groups.

"Roxxi, you're the one who knows most about these people, so you'll have to be our informant. We need everything you know about them. What makes them tick?" Andy asks me after the rest of our groups are  briefed. At least I'm not grape-head anymore,  I think.

"Well, other than us and our music, they don't hate much. Other than being shown up, I guess," I say.

"That gives me an idea," Ashley strokes his chin, grinning.