When Worlds Collide
Chapter 2
By: Bella
(Warped Tour)
"Holy shit, I get to watch Good-fucking-Charlotte perform at every show. This is going to be the best summer ever!" Tristen exclaimed as Pacifica's tour bus pulled up to the first venue. Good Charlotte had been one of her favorite bands for several years.
"Tris, you are a poor, poor soul. You wouldn't even know what good music was if it bit you on the ass," Will said as he got out of his bunk and walked over to Tristen, who was sitting on the couch and looking out the window.
"Haha, this comes from the biggest AFI fan ever. Dude, you know you're the one with bad taste, you just can't admit the truth," Tristen retorted.
"Tris speaks the truth, William," Trevor commented as he opened the door to the bus and began to exit the thing that they had been riding in for the past eight hours.
"Don't call me that, you little bitch!" Will shouted, playfully, as he ran out of the bus after Trevor.
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"Another year of punk rock summer camp. Life is good, dear brother, life is good," said Benji to his brother, Joel, while they were on their way to the first stop on the tour.
"For real. And you know what that means ... there are plenty of Warped virgins to torture!" Joel exclaimed, followed by an evil laugh.
Benji rubbed his hands together and grinned an evil grin.
"Hey Billy! Who are the virgins this year?" he asked.
"I don't remember them all, but I think Steve mentioned some band called Kirby Kick or something. Oh, and another called Cell... and one called Pacifica, I think, and ..."
"Pacifica ..." Benji said, cutting him off. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"
Just then Good Charlotte's bus pulled up to the venue and drove around the bus parking looking for a good spot. Benji looked out the window and saw familiar faces that he couldn't quite place exiting one of the busses. The last to exit was a woman he swore he had seen before, but couldn't remember where. He thought she was beautiful, so why didn't he remember where he had seen her previously? He rarely forgot pretty girls.
She had long, wavy auburn hair and very lightly tanned skin. She wore jeans, a sleeveless shirt that said "Hard Rock Cafe" in blue rhinestones, and big shoes that added at least four inches to her height, yet she still looked rather short. She wasn't really his type, but there was something about her that interested him and he didn't know why. He continued to watch her as she exited the bus, chasing after four others who seemed to be acting wild and immaturely. He assumed that they had also had a long bus ride. Then he saw her jump onto one of the guys' backs, which caused her shirt to come up a little and expose a black, medium-sized tattoo on her lower back, but he was too far away to tell what it was.
"Ok, now she's perfect," he thought to himself with a huge smile on his face.
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By late that afternoon, neither Good Charlotte nor Pacifica had played yet. Both bands were in their respective dressing rooms killing time before it was their turn to play.
"Matt! Did you fall into the toilet or what?" Tristen complained while banging on the door of the small bathroom of their small dressing room.
"When you gotta go you gotta go! You can't rush these things," replied Matt from the other side of the door.
"I really have to go!" she whined. She waited a few more seconds before finally smacking the door and yelling, "Damnit! If and when you ever do get done in there it's gonna smell like hell! Ugh, that's it, I'm finding another bathroom."
With that, she stormed past Will, Trevor, and Casey, and left their dressing room on a great quest ... a quest to find a toilet. She turned around and looked at the door, looking for something to remember it by since there were a ton of white doors all lined up along the hall that looked the same. She knew that if she counted she would forget the number. After finding nothing original about the plain, white door she decided to make her own mark to remember it by. She kicked it and made a little dent in it. Satisfied with her work and confident that she'd be able to find her dented door again, she wandered around in search of a bathroom.
After searching for a good five minutes, she finally found a bathroom, but it was a men's bathroom. Finally deciding that she'd pee her pants if she didn't empty her bladder soon, she closed her eyes and ran into the mens bathroom.
"Woman on board! Woman on board! I really have to take a piss, so put your 'little friends' away so I can open my eyes and find a stall quick!" Tristen yelled. "Eyes opening in five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... ready or not, here I come."
She slowly opened her eyes to see an amused Paul, from Good Charlotte, standing near the sink laughing at her.
"Hey, sorry but I couldn't find the woman's restroom and I really have to go ... so ... I'm gonna just go in here real quick ... yeah ... sorry," she said as he smiled and nodded his head encouraging her to do her business. She smiled back nervously and quickly ran into the nearest stall.
Once she finished her business she waited until she finally heard him leave the bathroom before she unlocked her stall door and quickly washed her hands. Before leaving the bathroom, she slowly opened the door and peered out into the hall both ways before exiting. It would look strange for her to just stroll out of the mens room in front of other people.
Finding her way back to her dressing room proved to be as difficult as finding a bathroom. She wandered around inspecting every door, but they all looked exactly the same. Just when she thought she was totally lost, she finally came across a door with a dent where she had kicked her door earlier and sighed with relief.
"You won't believe what ..." she started while, unknowingly, opening the door to Good Charlotte's dressing room just as Benji was in the middle of changing his clothes and stripped down to total nakedness.
"Fuck!" He screamed, surprised, as he scrambled to find something to cover himself with.
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