"So, how are you?" one of the boys ask. "How do you fucking think? I have to go live in Nebraska with a bunch of auto tuned pop stars for a month. I'm a big bag of smiley faces and Starbucks coffee." I say sarcastically.
"No need to be rude Victoria." Management says. "Ruder than kidnapping me?" I snap back. "And my name is Vic." I growl.
"What's one word that describes you?" the Irish one asks. "What is this 20 fricking questions?" I ask. "Maybe. Now go." he says. "One word? Bitch." I respond. "Favorite color?" "Black. Now shut up. We need music." I say and plug in my iPod.
Blood on the Dance Floor comes up and I scream along. The music turns off suddenly and I snap my head up and see the management lady with my iPod unplugged. "What. The. Hell. Lady?" I shout.
"Got a set of lungs on ya'." a British one says. "Damn straight." I say and snag my iPod from the lady's hand.
"So, they are going to fly with you to the house in Nebraska then you'll be there for a month if you're good. Then you can go on your own ways. Any questions?" she asks.
"Sure. Any rules?" one asks. "Don't let her get into trouble." she says and I smirk.
"I got one." I say raising my hand sarcastically into the air. "Yes?" she asks. "Who are you?" I ask and everyone looks at me shocked.
"I'm Louis." "Harry." "Liam." "Zayn." "Niall." they say.
"And you are?" I ask the lady. "Miranda Jones." She says shocked. "Do you not go to meetings or anything?" Harry asks. "Nope. I bet she's never met me before tonight either." I say and lean back.
"Here's the airport." Miranda says and I leap out of the car. I grab my bags and throw my Pokemon backpack over my shoulder and grab my black suitcase and pull the handle up. "Well that was fast." Louis says and I grunt.
"Okay, let's go board." Liam says and they put on hats and sunglasses. I roll my eyes and walk inside.
We all walk in a big group and see some fans of mine. They start screaming and I wave and they scream more.
"Fans?" Zayn asks as a water bottle fly's through the air towards me. I grab it before it hits me. "Mostly." I tell him. I walk over to the group. "Hey guys." I say to them. "Hey!" they say and I sign things before Liam pulls me away.
"What was that all about?" he asks when we get to security. "Fans. AJ proabaly tweeted about me being here." I respond and walk to the line to put my stuff in.
I throw my suitcase on the belt and take off everything metal, so I filled up around a box of stuff. I walk through the scanner and grab my things and put everything back on.
"Why did they throw a water bottle at you?" Niall...I think... asks.
"I evoke emotion and if that emotion is peeing in a bottle and throwing it at then feel free to piss in a bottle and chuck it at my head." I tell him and walk to the gate.
"Flight 468 now boarding. Flight 468 now boarding to Omaha Nebraska." the attendant says over head.
"Ready?" Louis asks. "Hell no. Let's get this month over with." I say and walk to the counter and hand her my ticket. We all get on the plane and get seated in first class.
I plug my iPod in and play BMTH.
I feel the plane take off and the flight attendant come through and talk about safety. All I do is turn up the volume and bob my head to Shadow Moses' beat.
I feel an ear bud being pulled out and I see Liam putting it into his ear. I pause it and look at him. "Want to hear a favorite of mine?" I ask him and he nods.
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Disaster's Daughter (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction20 year old Victoria Blake is a punk, hard core, metal singer and screamer for her band The Road Ahead. She has black hair with a streak of blonde in memory of her brother who died while in the military. She is covered in tattoos and has a mean and...