Detroit Rock City // 5sos

Chapter One

THREE BLOCKS AWAY

Three blocks away from the unfortunate incident involving the woman, a group of boys were rocking out to a song by their favourite band.

The shortest of them all was behind the drum set, hitting his instrument with the pair of sticks he gripped firmly. He was shirtless and sweaty from all the head banging and striking the drums. To the left of him stood the bassist plucking his strings to the beat. He wore a black t-shirt that was damp with moisture and jeans as tight as his mother's lips when she was angry. Right next to him was the guitarist on his knees and with vibrant red hair, he stood out the most. He ran his fingers down the dark apparatus that was symbolized with a white X and brought music to life with the sounds he created. The lead singer rasped into the microphone, belting out the racy lyrics to "I Wanna Rock & Roll All Night", and the other boys chanted in the background, supporting his vocals.

They were in the basement of the bass player's house and didn't care how loud they played considering Calum Hood's parents were out. The room was a every guy's dream. It was a sanctuary for boys like them, a man cave. Sure it was messy, but it's how the four liked it. Foul-smelling clothes were scattered about since the boys didn't care about cleanliness. The area reeked of alcohol (there were broken bottles everywhere) and illegal drugs. There was an ash tray with smoked cigarettes piled on top of it. Being the male teenagers they are, there was pictures of nude women arranged throughout the space. And then there was KISS. Posters, banners and ads, filled the wall. Merchandise such as action figures, comic books, mugs, t-shirts, lunchboxes, keychains, bobbleheads, glasses, and even condoms (known as KISS Kondoms), were seen in the place. The four boys were the ultimate fangirls.

"We'll drive you," A loud scream emitted from the singer. "Crazy!"

"I wanna rock and roll all night," The group chanted and a brief drum solo occurred afterwards. "And party everyday!"

"I can't fucking hear you!" Luke Hemmings shouted, attempting to make the others more hyper. Michael Clifford, the guitarist, leaned towards Luke and roared into his mic. He stuck his tongue out, an action that the bass player usually did at KISS concerts, and squeezed his eyes shut, imagining that he was Gene Simmons.

"You keep on shouting, you keep on shouting," The group repeated together, sounding thunderous this time. They erupted by playing their equipments as best as they could and got ready for the finale.

"Give it to me baby!"

"I wanna rock and roll all night, and party every day!" All the members vocalized, concluding the song by yelling in each other's faces, nose-to-nose.

"Thank you Cleveland!" Picking up the mic stand that had fallen on the ground after purposely knocking it down (attempting to be cool), Luke spoke emphatically, pretending they were a world famous band that just ended their performance in a sold out stadium.

"You've been a great crowd, but after three and a half hours of some kickass rock and roll, and seven encores on top of that, I'm sorry to say that, uh, we gotta get back to our hotel room and fuck some groupies, so, yeah." Michael chuckled at Luke's last few words and put a cigarette between his teeth.

A loud, snicker came from the guitarist and he picked up the bass, proceeding to smash it on the ground, the odd movement representing some of the things that rock bands do at their concerts. Wrecking their instruments.

"What the hell are you doing, man?" Calum's eyes widened, struggling to snatch the four string guitar out of Michael's hands. "Put that down!"

Michael got a chance to hit it against the ground only once before Calum grabbed it out of anger. "Fucking asshole, that's my bass."

The red haired boy ignored the insult and changed the topic. "Just one more day of school to get through, girlies, before tomorrow night, Cobo Hall, Detroit, Michigan! You wanted the best,"

"You got the best! The hottest band in the world, KISS!" The boys howled, imitating the fans of KISS at a concert and waved their hands in the air.

Just then, the four heard a loud car horn sound and were blinded briefly by the green Ford station wagon's bright head lights. Calum approached the basement window in order to find out who was in the car. When the headlights dimmed, Calum groaned momentarily but freaked out as soon as he realized who it was.

"Shit, man, it's Ash's mom." He backed away from the glass.

"M-My mom?" The drummer repeated worriedly.

"Cover all this shit up," Calum avoided replying to his bandmate's question and took hold of the nearest blanket to hide one of the many inappropriate things that were found in this room; A TV tray with a bong and cigarettes. The others rushed to do the same, using anything they could find (sheets, t-shirts, large pieces of fabric), to shield the objects. Luke runs to the bed and kicks all the Playboy magazines under it. Ashton stuffs a strawberry flavoured gum in his mouth to disguise his awful breath.

"Spray some Lysol, it smells like fucking dope in here," Michael presses down on the button of the can and frantically sprays the area, the sweet smell of lemons replacing the stench of marijuana.

Before they could clean anymore, three knocks were heard upon the cellar window. All the boys formed a line in front of the lady crouching to see in. To them, she looked like a crazed, under lit psycho.

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin! You get out here this instance," The lady shouted, sounding muffled through the glass. Ashton scrunched his eyebrows together, confused and unaware of the event that happened at his house.

"Hi mom," He grinned sheepishly, acting casually by waving a little.

"Now!" Her eyes blazed with absolute fury.

Ashton pockets his drumsticks and grabs his denim jacket. He runs upstairs with the others following. Once he had opened the door leading out to his doom, he found that his mother was waiting right beside it, smoking a cigarette with a KISS record clasped in her left hand. Luke, Michael, and Calum stood at a safe distance behind him.

"What's up?" He asks, a nervous smile forming on his lips.

Mrs. Irwin pinches her son's ear, dragging him by it and waving the KISS record in his face. "The devil's body count, that's what's up! Don't you know what KISS stands for?!"

"Uh, n-"

"Knights In Satan Service!" She exclaims, not waiting for her son's response. She hauls Ashton across the lawn as Michael, Calum, and Luke looked on in sympathetic embarrassment. He scoffs at his mother's mad theory.

"Where's Karen Carpenter?"

"How would I know?"

"Do you have Donny & Marie too?!"

"Why would I have your Donny & Marie vinyl?" She doesn't reply and kicks Calum's trashcan lid, making it open to any disposal. Mrs. Irwin stuffs the record in the trash and drags her son to the car, shoving him in the front seat.

"I had a nightmare that some bullshit like this might happen," The bass player sighs.

"If he misses Peter Criss' drum solo, he won't be able to continue with his fucking life," Calum complains loudly, earning a shove from the lead singer beside him.

"Cal! Quit jinxing us, man. Nobody's missing that concert tomorrow night."

Author's Note || ON THE SIDE IS THE SONG THAT THE GUYS SANG :D And remember that this isn't my idea and that I am basing most of this off the movie. The plot will be jajshdjshsgwhshhd.

Ok bye and thank you guys so much for reading!!