Our Infamous Romance

Chapter 2

Beep beep beep Sam groaned as she slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock. She opened one eye and was nearly blinded by the neon red numbers on her clock that read six thirty. She groaned again before getting out of bed and groggily shuffling toward the bathroom. She just sat down on the throne and nearly fell off when she heard her alarm go off again with its high pitched beeping. Beep beep beep! "Shit." She muttered while washing her hands "shut the fuck up! You stupid Goddamn clock!" She screamed as she stormed back into her room and switched the clock off.

She took a deep breath then blew the bangs out of her face. She shuffled over to her dresser and pulled out her favorite black bra. She then shuffled over to her closet and went looking through hanger after hanger when finally she found it; her Motionless In White tank top which had MIW printed on the front and the "I" was made from a skeleton hands' middle finger. She threw it on and some leather short shorts and walked into the kitchen where she poured herself a bowl of Special K cereal and some black coffee. She sat there munching and sipping thinking about what the evening could hold. "What if they think I'm lame, or a ugly, or even a pushover?! No, Sam stop thinking like that. Be positive. They can't think- well they can think- oh shut up brain!" Sam sighed and rolled her eyes at her thoughts and rinsed out her cereal bowl and put it in the sink.

She leaned against the counter and began to sip the rest of her coffee when her iPhone buzzed. She picked it up and saw it was her friend Kat. Kat was a year younger than her and had been her friend when she was little, but then she moved away. But in Sam's sophomore year of high school, Kat had moved back and they had been inseparable ever since. Kat had short, rainbow colored hair. Yes, rainbow colored hair; each section was a different color of the rainbow. She had grey eyes, perfectly straight teeth, thick college glasses, and an unhealthy obsession with snapbacks, bandanas, and flannels. The text read "NO SCHOOL MAN!!!!" Kat also got a full scholarship to the same art school as Sam and some how was more in the loop about the school than she was. Sam quickly texted back: "y? And how the hell do u know?" Less than a minute later her phone went off again: "Some kid set the school on fucking fire." Sam laughed "Ok, obviously that's an exaggeration" she typed back. Her phone buzzed again: "maybe.." Typical Kat. Well now she had no work and no school, so that meant..."FREE DAY MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" She typed back. Sam glanced at the clock on the coffee pot which only read seven fifteen. "What the hell am I supposed to do now? The show doesn't start until eight tonight and I can't go meet them until ten thirty. Gawd I'm gonna be a bundle of anxiousness until then, kinda like Chris when he goes flying. Damn that boy is fine." She thought as she headed into her bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. When she was done she walked back into her bedroom and put on her black cowgirl boots. She decided that if she had a whole day to waste, she would waste it visiting her horses.

Chris was woken with a start as the bus slammed on its brakes with such force it almost caused Chris to fly out of his bunk. "Aww what the hell?" Chris muttered. He pushed the curtain back and instantly burst out laughing; while he was able to keep in his bunk, it seemed that Ricky and Angelo weren't so lucky. "Oh my head." Ricky moaned as he slowly got up. "The hell was that?" Angelo asked. "Who the hell's driving?" Suddenly Ryan yelled from the drivers seat, "sorry about that but theres kinda something in the road here and I don't think we need another fucked up trailer, Balz!" "Once again, it happened once!" Balz yelled. By this time everyone had crawled off the floor or their bunks and walked up to look out the window. "Seriously who the hell keeps putting giant metal things in the road?!?" Yelled Ricky. Ten feet in front of the bus was a tool chest that was popped open so all the tools were scattered across the road. Hammers, nails, screwdrivers, pliers, bolt cutters, wrenches, and even a pair of jumper cables laid in the road. "Just go around." Chris said "its not our fucking job to move it." "Damn, did you wake up on the wrong side of the coffin or just need to get laid?" Taunted Ricky. Chris punched his arm "shut the fuck up Ricky."

Chris walked into the bathroom and smacked his head on the cabinet as Ryan punched the bus into drive. He held the edge of the sink for support as he felt the bus swerve around the tools. Finally when Chris was confident that he wouldn't send his face crashing into the nearest surface he let go of the sink. He splashed his face with cold water to help himself wake up. When he was done drying his face he looked at himself in the mirror and chuckled. "Damn I look weird without my eyebrows." He thought as he walked over to the closet next to the bathroom and put on some black skinny jeans, a Misfits T-shirt, and a black beanie. He walked over and dropped onto one of the couches next to Ricky who was also already dressed. "Dude pull into a McDonald's I'm starving." Moaned Balz. "Where are we?" Asked Angelo. Chris shrugged "Ryan, where are we?" Chris asked "Detroit." Ryan replied "so we should be seeing a McDonald's in the next couple of minutes." Everyone burst out laughing. True to his word, Ryan found a McDonald's in the next two minutes and pulled into the drive thru. They ordered a dozen Egg Mc Muffins, orange juices, and coffees. It was silent except for the sound of munching and sipping for the next couple of minutes until Ricky asked: "how do you think tonights show will go?" "Fine." Chris replied "as long as Ryan doesn't steal anymore five dollar phone chargers." He laughed as he bit into a hash brown. "Just like Balz, it happened once and I regret it." Ryan yelled from the drivers seat trying to defend himself. "But Balz didn't get stopped from going into Canada." Ghost countered. "True." Ryan said. It was quiet again until Ryan pulled into a motel parking lot. "Well...what do you guys wanna do for the next many hours?" Ryan asked. "Walmart." Ricky said. Everyone burst out laughing "I'm telling you that store was built for the zombie apocalypse." "Fine." Chris responded "let's just get our faces on first. Can't disappoint the kids and elderly now can we?" Once again everyone laughed then they each went and grabbed their make up kits; time to paint the world fucking black.

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Don't worry there will be some SamXChris action coming up