Hurricane // Danger Days (Book 2)

15.

It had only been a few hours since Storm's departure from the Nest, but Alien already missed him.

He had been her best friend when she didn't have anyone, and now that both him and Rev were gone, she didn't really have anyone.

She tried talking to Sunset for a bit, but then she realized that there was barely anything in common between them. She had no idea how they hadn't talked one-on-one without Storm around for two years, but that's just how it happened. It was a bit like talking to your significant other's parents when they're not around.

She tried to play her guitar to distract herself, but it just reminded her how she didn't have a drummer around to create the basis of the song. She wanted to call him, but she didn't want to risk him being found out by the extremists. So she snapped and called Revolution.

"Are you okay, Al?" was the first thing they said. "You never call me. Is something up?"

"Can you come over? I need a distraction. No alcohol though, any other distraction."

There was the sound of a motorcycle's engine roaring in the background. "I'm already on it. But can you at least tell me what's up?"

"Storm left on a mission and I miss him." Alien sighed. "It sounds pathetic, I know, but he's going to be gone for a long time. I'm kinda lonely."

"Okay. I get it. I'm on my way." Then they hung up.

Alien was satisfied knowing that Revolution would be there soon. She pulled up an instrumental track of Tom Sawyer by Rush and began playing along with it and singing. It was one of her favorite classic songs.

She finished the song, then played through a couple of the Fab Four's songs from before they were called the Fab Four. They'd had a band when they were in high school called My Chemical Romance, and had released three albums. She often practiced her playing speed with their song Thank You for the Venom. She played that one, then another called The Sharpest Lives, before Revolution arrived.

Alien had just started playing a song called Teenagers when Rev walked in. She stopped playing, and the first thing that Revolution did was go over to her and hug her. Alien was glad to receive it, and reciprocated.

Revolution pulled away and looked concernedly at Alien. "Are you okay, Al?"

She laughed softly. "It feels so pathetic, ya know? I guess I never realized how important Storm was to me until he left." She smiled at her friend. "I'm surprised you're not just saying 'good riddance' and leaving it."

"Well if we're being honest, you're right! I'm glad he's not here to irritate me or be irritated by me. But he's your friend, and you're upset, so I'm here."

"Thanks for that." Alien grinned.

"You're always welcome." Revolution smiled back. "Actually, there's a Mad Gear show going on at the Pit tonight, and I think it'd cheer you up. Palaye's opening."

Alien's face lit up. "Really? Hell yes!"

"Let's do it! Get the van."

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The two Killjoys arrived at the Pit after only about an hour, due to its proximity to the Nest. All other places in the Zones were at least two hours apart, which was why CDs were a necessity for traveling.

A couple dozen Killjoys were already crowded around the stage; the early bird crowd. There was no one who Alien knew personally, which she was relieved about. So she put on her celebrity façade and went in.

When they reached the edge of the crowd, Revolution—being Revolution—held their hands up and yelled, "Hey, make way for the General! You want her to have the front row, don't you?"