Hey hey pplz. I'm startin a new fan-fiction, Because when My other one: Suburban kids, Pointless crushes and garage bands, Has updates, I'll need something to ocupy me, And my vampire fic got locked. e.e (stupidassnocomments -.-) So I'll clarify this now: NO COMMENTS, NO UPDATES! Mkaaaaay?? mkay. I have a begining chapter, But I think it'll suck, But I have plans for tomoroww, So I cant update tomorrow, Depending on the tiiiiime. But I'll stfu now and begin :


Prolouge


The small offside town just off the strip remained residence for many people, Including Me, Crystal Helena French, Born January ninteenth, 1988, Best friend, Brendon Boyd Urie. Our apperancestrikingly alike. W seemed identical, But werent even relateed. Wewere best friends and always had been. Wewould go to school together, We would go everywhere together. Even when we were little, We would even have baths together. Crazy, Disgusting, Sinful, Stupid, What ever you think, I dont care. We are best friends and will stay that way until we die. Brendon knows everything there is to know aout growing up as a girl, And I know everything there is to know about growing up as a boy. He was there throught the good time and the bad. The day I got my period, The day my fish died.I was ther for the good times and the bad for him too; His thirtteenth birthday, The day his wild pet bunny ran away, And he realized it had gotten run over. Now, We were pressed head to head, Asleep on the bus, Feeling the gentel bumps of the Vegas road and the gentle murmmer of chat fromthe bus and the whirr of the engine. My eyelids fulttered open, And Brendon's did at the same time. Our mom's would always say we had different bodies, But we shared a brain. He smiled gently at me and I smiled back. "Hey," He said sleeply. "Heyy yourself." I smiled. We laid back in our seats, Falling asleep again, Until we would hear "METRO STATION blare on the overcast speaker.

Ok, So I dun know what you think, But, Yeah, Suggestions,Comments and critisisim are love. POSTIVE, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITSISIM please. No; "OH THIS IS COMPLETE SHIT. END IT NOW." Or I'll track you down and get "Sweeny Todd" (Mineko xD) TO saw you open. *nod* hope you like.

*creepy, posessed smile*

wow i'm curious to see where this goes

"ew, wtf would you write this for?"
lmao. sorry i had to do it.
I LOVED THIS :] more soon please?

=O FIRST COMMENTER!!!! *hugs* for thiiiis, YOu get a cookie. *hands cookie* first real update soon.

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awesome.......
a new fanfic........
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Soon I promise, I think I chipped my elbow on some playground equipment yesterday at my friends birthday. T_T

SO, I'll update both a.s.a.p

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Chapter 1: "Let's blow some shit up!"

"So thats when we egged that cocky fuckers house." I finished, As Spencer, Jon, Ryan, Brendon and I doubled over laughing. I had just finished the classic story of Brendon and I egging the biggest jock in school's house, Because he had totally pissed us off that day. "Soo..." I sighed, Collecting my self off Spencer's bedroom floor. I was now sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Ryan in the chair in front of me, And Spencer and Brendon on Spencer's bed, Brendon laying on his stomach flipping through a magazine. "What're we gunna do now?" I asked, Putting my chin in my hands. "We could...," Spencer began. "Go walk the Strip?" He asked shrugging. "Nah. I'm tired of freaking people out for one weekend." I laughed slightly. Yesterday, We were at the public pool and when we were in the family change room, We had banded together to make stange noises in the changestalls and then one by one leave the change room. Once we were all done, We nearly pissed our pants. Everyone looked at us like we were completely, Totaly insane. Ryan put one leg over the other and sighed, Sitting with his head back in the chair. Spencer walked over to his stario and flicked on "From Under The cork Tree" And the line that hit me was "Were making out in crashed cars." I smirked. That reminded me of a time Ryan and I set fire works off in a crashed car in a junk yard. Spencer and Brendon ran screaming like girls when they blasted out of the car. Me and Ryan fell out of the car and I broke my nose on a peice of wood I fell on because it smashed me in the face. I rubbed my nose at the thought. That was like, Two years ago, But it still hurts sometimes. "Borredddd to deaaaath." I whined. Ryan had his thinking face on. "Wucha thinkin but RyRo?" I asked sound like a four year old. He nodded his head no, And licked his lips. I raised an eyebrow and climbed off his lap where I had crawled onto to get in his face. I sighed and peeked up at Ryan who was still in think mode. I scowled as he pulled his notebook out. Fuck, Were gunna be here a while if he's writing. I scoffed in my head. Jo had remained silent for a while and was turned away reading a book. I stealthily crawled under Spencer's bed, Greeted by a cloud of stale air. I wanted to cough, But didn't want to blow my cover. I held my breath and slid like oil in water up the side of the bed. I let out a silent breath, Then took a silent breath in and tackled Jon, As soon as he noticed I was missing and put his book mark in and set his book down. I let out a loud screech and he screamed. "ARRRRGH!!! WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!" He wailed like a banshee as I pulled him into a headlock, Laughing. He thrashed his arms wildly like an injured animal. I was rolling on Spencer's bed gasping for air from laughing so hard. He gave me a:'-.-' look, Wich made me laugh harder. "Well," Ryan said loudly a few minutes after the ninja ordeal. He rubbed his hands together as if making a fire. "Lets blow some shit up!!"

blowing stuff up! coooool

Okay I'm updating very soon lol. probably tomorow. -.- My damn internet deleted my chapter for my other fic because of my translator. ARGH.

CHAPTER TWO: bang bang

"Pour this in here..." I mumbled to myself as I poured some lawnmower gasoline into a litre gatorade bottle. I was watching Jon braid a wick as I put the cap back on the bottle to Spencer's lawnmower fluid bottle. Spencer was searching in an old tackle box for some things to use to make it blow up better. "Aww fuck, Where is that peice'a shit??!!" He growled, Digging around some more. Brendon sat cross-legged in the grass watching, Having no idea what to do. He really never had blown anything much up before, So he was new to this. "HAHA!!" He cacked evily as he found the directions to his Piccolo Pete's he buried in his yard. He ran upstairs to grab the duct tape. Jon was braiding numerous peices of tissue paper and twisting it all together. "Finito." He said, Presenting his braid, Proudly. I nodded as went back to nailing the gatorade bottle to a wooden plank. Spencer ran down the stairs and handed me a Piccolo Pete and I stuck it in the bottle. I taped it in with the duct tape and Brendon stared at me. "How do you know how to do all this??" He asked puzzled. "Meh. Instinct I suppiose." I shrugged. "How can I help?" He asked, Standing up. "Well," I began. "You could get the braid from Jon and I can show you how to stick it in." His eyes widened and he ran off to Jon. He snatched the braid away and I began to explain the anatomy of the braid to Brendon. "See, It has two 'arms', So one can go in the bottle, And one can be lit with the Pete. So it sucks up the gasoline and sends it to the fire, So it'll blow it up better and send it flying higher." I said, Pointing to the sky. He looked up at the swirls and whisps of clouds filling the warm Vegas sky. "Well, We are pretty much done." Spencer said, Hands on his hips. "Mkay, Well lets get this sucker to the fron then." I said. Brendon ran over to lif up the plank. Ryan grabbed the other side. Brendon smiled.Even though we had know Spencer and Ryan since we were like, Three, he still seemed to be shy with them. He was always so open with me, But never with anyone else. I shrugged it off and me and Spencer whispered excitedly to one another. Spencer pulled out a book of matches, And handed one to each of us. Jon, Brendon, Ryan, Me and Himself. I smiled, "Ok, So just strike t and the light this sti ck up and then I'll light the braid." He said, Holding upthe stick. Jon struck his mathc and then light the stick that had a little bit of gasoline on it. Then Brendon, Ryan, Me, And the Spencer light the stick he neared the bomb and then lit it. It screeched as the fire burned the paper quickly. The Pete made a crackle sound at fisrt, Then a fizz, Then it squeeled as it caught fire and exploded off into the sky. "WOAH SHIT!" We all yelled together. "NONONONONONONOOOOO....!!" We chanted as it neared a gray power box. "FUUUCK!!!!" We screamed as it hit the box and the box burst into bright, Gold, yellow, red and orange flames, Surrounded by swirling smoke and crackling, Burning plastic and metal. One of our neighbors ran out of her house. He name was Fruity Franchescia. That was her stripper name, Anyways. Her large German shepard came bounding out barking at us, But once it saw the flames, Yelped and ran into the house. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOIN ON OUT HERE??!!!" She shrieked like a demon as she ran to grab her hose. Ryan booked it and screamed, And Brendon was not far behind, Screaming "GOD SAVE ME!!!" My eyes were still wide and I suddenly burts out laughing, As I fell into the road, Jon and Spencer did too. Franchescia blasted the fire with the hose and it cackled as it exploded into a huge firey beast. She screamed an turned it up to full blast and sprayed the fire. It FINNALY went out as we were in hysteric on the raod. We couldnt breathe and I'm sure we had pissed out pants. I gasped for breath as we ran top Spencer's backyard Only to fall over laughing again. We were trying to speak, But all that came out was gasps and tears. Once we finnaly stopped, About fifteen minutes later, Ryan and Brendon looked at us if we were insane. "DID YOU SEE HER FACE??!!" I asked as the three of us broke out laughing wildly again. Brendon and Ryan began to snicker now, The it turned into giggle, Then slowly progressed into laughter, Then they were on the ground rolling around with us. "Oh, Oh God. That was the funniest thing I've ever seen." Brendon sighed. About five minutes later, Mrs.Smith walked into the yard. "Did you guys see the burnt power box??" She asked concerned. "Oh, No." Spencer lied. "Well then. Damn neighborhood hooligans." She rolled her eyes and walked up the back stairs. We looked at eachother. Then we fell over laughing.

Readerssss?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"Let's blow some shit up!"

I love reliving their stupidest moments but shoving OC's in XD

OMG! I WANNA BLOW SHIT UP!