Fall Out Boy, and One Girl?

Pretty in Punk

It was time to go. I woke up at two in the morning, at, to put it simply, I was not happy. It was a four hour drive and call time was ten. I wanted to be early.
I had all my stuff packed and loaded, including some of my guitars and a bass, so all I had to do was put my shoes on, since I had slept in my day clothes.

I went to my car and started the engine. I decided to play Twenty One Pilots' self titled album, before I really started my day. I drove down the driveway and through the trees, finally getting to the main road. I drove a ways before stopping to something to eat. I stopped at a Starbucks and got myself some tea and a bagel. I sipped my drink happily and continued my way along the highway, and under the rising sun. I reached Chicago at around six, more or less seven o'clock. I had digested my food and drink, so I went and got another one. I decided, since I had so much time, that I'd walk around the shore-line. The sun was rising so it was a perfect time to do so.
It was around eight so I just hopped in my car and scrolled through twitter. I was absently scrolling when I saw something that caught my eye.
New member suspected to be in Fall Out Boy
I kinda snorted, kinda laughed. I clicked on the link and read the article.
Basically some BS on how FOB has been gone for a little while, and how the media thought they were up to something. I closed the article and exited twitter. I checked the time and it was around eight forty-five. 'Maybe the studio will be open.' I thought. I drove to the address they gave me, and sitting in this tiny lot is a huge charter bus. "Holy shit." I whispered to myself. I parked my car and walked out into the chill breeze of the Chicago morning. I walked up to the front door and pulled, it opened. Good.
I walked in and found the band's room.  I walked and was greeted by a sitting Pete and a pacing Patrick. "What if she decides to not show up? Or she missed her alarm?" Patrick rambles. Pete saw me by the door and smiled. I raised my finger to my lips and stalked behind the now still Patrick. "What if she-" I cut him off by pinching his sides. He jumped ten feet in the air and yelled.
"Holy smokes! Don't scare me like that, you almost have a heart attack!" He exclaimed. Pete and I were just laughing our asses off. "You saw her come in! How dare you!" He points out while pointing at Pete. Pete wiped some tears away that had spilled over when he was laughing. I took in a few deep breaths and smiled. "At least I'm here, eh? Now where's Joe and Andy?" I asked. "Andy's gonna be here  in like, fifteen minutes." Patrick said. "And we'll pick up Joe at the airport once we get going." Pete chimed in. "Then how'd you get here?" I asked Pete. "Flew in last night." Pete stated. I nodded in silent agreement.
"So, you wanna get your things on the bus? Pete and I already claimed ours bunks, and you don't wanna get stuck with a floor bunk." Patrick asked. "Sure, my stuff's in my car." I said. "Need help?" Pete asked. "Nah, I got it." I assured. "Your cases go in the back lounge, your guitars can come inside." Patrick said with a smile. "Gotcha, see ya in a few." I waved before heading out the door. I unloaded my suitcases and lugged them onto the bus. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the bus. There was a kitchenette and a small lounge before you were greeted with a TV and some beanbags. There was a curtain that created some separation and inside that small corridor there were twelve beds. Three each. I walked passed and there were two doors that greeted me. I opened one and It was a small bathroom that even had a shower. The other door opened up into a back lounge, where three cases were waiting for me. I set my two down and gathered my bed stuff into my arms. I walked back into the bunk area and looked around. Pete and Patrick had already claimed middle bunks, and there was one open, there was another one open, but it was labeled with 'Marcus'. So I didn't set my stuff there. I decided on the upper bunk above the unlabeled empty bunk. I fitted my sheets and made the bed. I had a little book shelf built into the wall so I set my couple of books, journals, and photos on there. I plugged my charger into the outlet that was also in my bunk. I was finishing up doing that when I heard a loud thud and then a quiet fuck. I cautiously peaked around the curtain to see a struggling Andy. I laughed at the sight and he looked startled. He relaxed when he saw it was me.
"Um, help?" He asked. "Oh yeah." I stated. I grabbed his fallen case and went to the lounge. I walked out and Andy was deciding where to sleep. "Joe always falls on the floor, and takes the floor bunk anyways, I'll take this one." He said to himself. He set his bedding on the bunk below me. He looked up and saw my stuff. "This yours?" He asked. I nodded. "Better not fall on me, Joe did that, never trusted him since." He said. "Damn." I said. "Yeah, it sucked." He said before rolling his cases to the back. I got off the bus and walked back inside.
"Andy's here." I said as I plopped down on the couch. "Sweet, we can go in a few." Pete said, not looking up from his phone. "What about staff 'n stuff?" I asked. "They're in the other room." Patrick stated. "Oh."

We got on the bus and drove to the airport. There was Marcus who was the body guard. Meredith, Andy's girlfriend, who was makeup and wardrobe. And then the two bus drivers. Mike and Dave. We got to the airport and Joe was waiting outside. He got on the bus and we headed off to the first arena.

(Filler btw)
-DLJ