OKAY, SO... MONEY TOUR.
But seriously.
Joh and I are writing together! =D
Just so you're not all expecting Panic slash, this will be about Kennedy Brock, from the Maine:

And, of course, Mr. JB* himself:

So, here goes:

"You've got me poppin' champagne, I'm at it again. Caught up in the moment, but not in the right way..."

"You turned me off already?!" Jack yelled into my face.

"As opposed to turning you on?" I smirked, looking up to see one of my best friend's reactions.

"I'LL SHOW YOU TURN-ONS....AND ...AND TURNING ME OFF AND-" He tugged at his shirt.

"JACK. NO." I set down his Gibson and slowly approached him as the rest of All Time Low continued to soundcheck. "Jack. Do not take your-" His pants landed on my face. I looked to Alex as Jack jumped off stage.

"You're lucky he is, wearing boxers today, cause last time I checked, his dick sure as hell wasn't shaved," he sang to the chorus of Poppin' Champagne. "Now go catch him before he reveals that spaaaaaace!"

I gave Alex a look of both surprise and annoyance before jumping off stage after Jack. "Jack, keep your boxers on and I'll give you whatever you want."

He danced in circles around me. "What if I want a bee-jay? Huh? What then? This?"

"JACK! DON'T!" Before I knew it, his boxers fell to his Nike-clad feet, the music stopped, and yet again, my eyes were exposed to Jack's squirrel's nest. He let out a loud "OW, OW, MAMI!" before running around some more.

"Cat! FAIL!" Zack yelled into his mic. "Epic, epic fail."

"You wanna try stopping him, Zack?" I yelled back, scooping up Jack's boxers.

"What the actual fuck?" I heard a girl's voice say. No, I thought. I really did NOT need a fan seeing Jack run free. I followed Jack's trail, turning a corner to find that it wasn't a fan. It was someone working on the tour. A wave of relief washed over me.
Wait. The situation still wasn't corrected.

"Jack! Not funny! Put these-"

"HUSH!" he yelled at me. "I'm trying to make friends." He turned to the girl.

"You're bare ass naked," she told him.

"Does it bother you?"

"Depends," she answered, strategically. "What time is it?"

Jack looked confused and for once, outspoken. "Whether I look sexy or not depends on the time?"

"Obviously." He still looked confused. I smirked as she began to explain. "It's a lighting thing. It has to be twelve am while I'm drunk for it to be okay."

"Yeah, Jack. So cover up your God-awful excuse for a penis," I laughed with the girl, chucking his boxers at his face. He pouted, but took the opportunity to bend over and show us his rear. "I'm so sorry you had to see this so early. I mean, usually it's like the the third day. First day's a record, Jack-o." I shot him a smile, which got a glare in return. "That's Jack, as you found out in quite an interesting way."

Jack scoffed dramatically. "If you get to introduce me, then I get to introduce you." I let him, so he wouldn't throw another tantrum. "This is Cat. I like to call her Kitty Cat. Or just Kitty. Or just Cat. Yeah, Cat. Like, meow. Cat. Her real name's Catherine. But that sounds really proper and British. And so yeah. She's Cat."

"I'm Cat," I told her. "In case you were ignoring him. I do that a lot. Feel free to take up that route in life. Thousands of people already have."

"You're so mean!" he cried.

"Oh, God. Pat two-point-oh," the girl said. "I work for the Maine. I'm Joh."

I smiled at her. "So who's Pat?"

"Me!" I turned to see a boy about my height, with long brown hair and a huge, goofy smile.

"Awh!" I loudly, but involuntarily, cooed.

Jack turned to me. "Wow."

"What?"

"You just - nevermind."

"But he's so wittle! And cuuuuuute!"

Jack shook his head as Pat's smile grew. "See, Joh. At least someone's nice to me," Pat whined.

"And this is what I mean about you being the Second Coming of Pat," Joh explained. Jack giggled. Most likely at the phrase "second coming of Pat", causing Joh to roll her eyes, and me to swat at the back of his head. "That's Jack," Joh told Pat. "And this is Cat. And I'm guessing you're both in All Time Low?" Jack nodded in confirmation. "Merching?" Joh asked me.

"Teching," I answered.

"Speaking of merching," Pat said, patting Joh's head. "Garrett was the last person to let one rip in the van, so he's gonna help you unload the rest of the stuff."

Jack and I took this as our cue to leave, laughing as we walked away and promising them we'd hang out later. Rian stood on the stage, shaking his head at the half-naked Jack. "Hi, Ri," Jack lisped.

Rian turned to me. "You'd think I'd get used to it, but I never do."

"I don't blame you. It's one haunting dick."

"Bitch, please," Jack started up again. "I could easily be a stuntcock."

"What about stuntcocks?" Alex entered, throwing his in-ears at me. I caught them right as Jack tackled Alex onto the stage.

"I want you to be mine!" he yelled, hugging Alex's mauled body. "I want you to hold mine! And-and-!"

Alex groaned in pain from under Jack's body. "Alex! Don't encourage him! That sounded way too much like a sex moan!" This only intensified the guy love. I looked to Rian. "You handle this one. I just chased him around the whole venue." I sat, tuning Alex's brand new guitar, and watched as Rian held onto Jack's legs, pulling half of his body into the air, while the other end was still hugging Alex to death.

It was only the first soundcheck of the first show of the first tour since Warped, and I was already having the time of my life.

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Oh god.

yay

WRITTEN BY JOH!♥
TWO

We all sat around in the van, too lazy to start setting up in the venue, blasting "I'm On A Boat" as loud as possible. All was going along quite smoothly, considering, who we were. From behind me, one of the boys decided it would be hilarious to pour his red Slurpee over someone else's head. Dear, ol' Garrett, sitting next to me became Kennedy's chosen victim.

The red coloured ice slid over his head, drenching him. I turned to look at them from where I was having a conversation with Pat over who was liked more, me or him. "If you think I'm going to be the one to clean that up, you are wrong on so many levels," I told them, seriously. "And if you don't clean that up, the seat is going to be all sticky and gross for like ever."

"Pleeaaaaassee, Joh?" Kennedy whined with pleading eyes.

"Ha. Ha. Ha-- No," I said, flatly. "You made a mess of this van? You clean it up."

"Hugsies?" Garrett asked me, opening his arms to me.

"You touch me, you die. That Gandhi shit about an eye for an eye or whatever? Bullshit. You touch me, you die." I slowly slid away from him towards the open door of the van. Garrett lunged towards me for a hug and I pressed myself against the seat opposite me, letting him fall out of the van. "Ew! No! You're all gross!" I shrieked, as I felt a rush of cold down my back. There was no time to think as I turned around, my hand connecting with flesh. John Oh just looked at me in complete shock, his hand frozen in the position of pouring the Slurpee down the back of my shirt as the rest of the van erupted into laughter, quickly stopping when they all received one of my infamous death glares. "If looks could kill, people would be worse than dead," John had once told me.


I turned back to John, pointing to Garrett. "Lick him."

"What?!"

"You heard me, John. Lick. Him." He looked to Garrett, who was shaking his head quickly, wide-eyed. "You pour a fucking Slurpee down my shirt? You have to fucking lick him."

"Awh! Why am I always dragged into your weird punishments?!" Garrett whined.


"Because you're just always there when John does something stupid," I told him, laughing. I turned back to John. "So? Lick him, O'Callaghan." John made a face of disgust before getting out of the van and licking some cherry Slurpee off Garrett's cheek.

The rest of the van broke out into a chorus of "Ewwww!" While Garrett started wiping the sticky syrup off his face with a spare towel lying around the floor of the van, I grabbed a new change of clothes, shoving them into my backpack. Walking over to the venue, I turned back to the van, screaming, "I love you guys!"

"Love you, too!" they chorused back. I blew my five favourite boys a kiss before walking into the venue only to be met with a Lebanese boy running around naked. "What the actual fuck?"

A girl rounded the corner, sighing in relief when she saw me and the boy. She placed one hand over her heart, exhaling deeply, in her other hand a pair of blue plaid boxers. Then a wave of realization washed over her and she was suddenly frustrated. "Jack! Not funny! Put these--" she began. The boy looked at her.

"Hush!" he said, putting a finger over his lips. "I'm trying to make friends!" he told her, waving her away. She sighed, frustrated as he turned back to me.

"You're bare ass naked..." I said slowly.

"Does it bother you?" he countered.

"Depends," I told him guardedly. "What time is it?"

He looked thoroughly confused. "Whether I look sexy or not depends on the time?" He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

"Obviously," I said, matter-of-factly. The girl smirked, knowing he was defeated. "It's a lighting thing. It has to be twelve am while I'm drunk for it to be okay," I told him like it was no big deal.

"Yeah, Jack. So cover up your God-awful excuse for a penis," she laughed, chucking his boxers at his face. I laughed softly, knowing these were the people I had the privilege of getting to know for the next two months. He pouted, but took the liberty to bend over, showing off his pale rear. I laughed harder. "I'm so sorry you had to see this so early. I mean, usually it's like the the third day. First day's a record, Jack-o." She shot him a knowing smile, which he replied to, ever so nicely, with a glare and a middle finger. "That's Jack, as you found out in quite an interesting way," she said to me, ignoring his negative response.


He scoffed dramatically, putting his hands on his hips and flipping his hair. "If you get to introduce me, then I get to introduce you."

She laughed softly, rolling her eyes.

"This is Cat. I like to call her Kitty Cat. Or just Kitty. Or just Cat. Yeah, Cat. Like, meow. Cat. Her real name's Catherine. But that sounds really proper and British. And so yeah. She's Cat."

She watched him with a raised eyebrow, smiling incredulously at him. She shook her head at him and turned to me. "I'm Cat, in case you were ignoring him. I do that a lot. Feel free to take up that route in life. Thousands of people already have."


He frowned. "You're so mean!"

I groaned and was immediately reminded of Pat. "Oh, God. Pat two-point-oh." I shuddered. "I work for The Maine. I'm Joh."


Cat smiled politely. "So, who's Pat?"

"Me!" Pat squealed from the doorway. I rolled my eyes as Cat let out the inevitable, "Awwwwhhhh!" Pat looked at me smugly. Jack turned to Cat.

"Wow."

"What?" she said, angrily.

"You just.... Nevermind."

"But he's so wittle and cah-yoooooott!"

I pretended to gag.

"See, Joh? At least someone's nice to me," he grinned.

"Aaannnd, this is what I mean about you being the Second Coming of Pat," I explained. Jack giggled. Most likely at the phrase "second coming of Pat". I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and Cat smacked the upside of his head. "That's Jack," I told Pat. "And this is Cat. And I'm guessing you're both in All Time Low?" Jack nodded in confirmation. "Merching?" I asked, turning to Cat.

"Teching," Cat answered, simply.

"Speaking of merching," Pat said, patting the top of my head. "Garrett was the last person to let one rip in the van, so he's gonna help you unload the rest of the stuff." Cat and Jack started laughing, while I just made a face. Cat announced that they needed to get back to soundchecking and Jack needed to put his clothes back on.

"We'll make sure to hang, aiight?" Cat promised. I just nodded. They headed back towards the stage and I turned to Pat, who was smiling at me, smugly.

"That proves nothing, Kirch. Just because people have the tendency to 'awh' at you, doesn't mean that they like you more."

"Pretty sure it does, Nikki," he cooed. I made a face at him for using a nickname derived from my middle name.

"I'm going to go take a shower," I announced, walking away from him. "Tell Garrett to bring in the rest of the stuff and put it behind the table. I'll set up after I get all this Slurpee off me." He nodded and gave me a quick hug, pulling away when he remembered that my back was sticky from the drink. I laughed. "Love you, Patty Cakes."

He smiled, walking back to the van.


~*~*~*~


I showered quickly and changed before going out to the table to set up merch for the night. Garrett had brought in all the merch and the metal grate we put all the merch on for display. I put up merch on the places I could reach first before running out of space and realizing that I now needed to put merch up where I couldn't reach. "Fuck me," I muttered under my breath.

"Need a little help?" a voice asked from beside me. I turned to see who was there. The man offered his hand to me, introducing himself. "Hey. I'm Vinny. I do merch for ATL."

"Oh... Uhm... Hi," I said, taking his hand. "I'm Joanne. But you can just call me Joh.... Everyone and their mom does, anyway. And help would be amazing right now. I'm not that skilled in the height area."

Vinny laughed, taking the shirt I was trying to put up and clipped it to the top of the board. "And what areas, exactly, are you skilled in?"

"I'm not sure really..." I admitted, holding out the next shirt that needed to be put up.

He laughed again, taking the shirt and putting it up. "Is there someone who does know?"

I shrugged, handing him the last hoodie to be placed up. "I don't know. Maybe the guys in The Maine..."

"I see. Well, then I guess we'll just have to ask them about that, huh?" he said, smiling.

This is delicious. ;D

Yummy. Slurpee covered Garrett. I wouldn't hesitate to lick that ;D

I hope this story actually gets finished.

LOL STFU MISH.
It will.
Because...because.
Thing is, I always drag things out.
When someone else is writing with me, it'll keep me in check.
Even though that person is Joh and it took us like ten hours to get past the phrase "money tour."

lmao
it took us three hours to get past the phrase "Okay, so... money tour" and stop spazzing over Kenny and stop quoting ATL...
oh and stop being like "Bro, this is going to be epic."

All I can say is, I now really wanna pour a slurpee on someone to see what happens.

Joh will make you lick them. ;D

LOL JOH SO TRUE.
"OKAY SO MONEY TOUR." "but omg kenny" "i'm stuck in a bush..." "money tour" "lol awh pat" "money tour" "KENNY" "omg jb* so qt" "PAT AWH" "money tour" "you, stealing dk's job" "f dk" "danny kills" "...money tour".

I think the funny part is that's really how the conversation went.

hi, it's a once in a blue moon that i actually log in, but i just wanted to say that il this and you should update it soon.

also, i'd just like to put it out there that if john ever needed a love interest, i am down to play the part.

okay, i'm going to go back to being logged out now. kthxbai

bro(s). so epic.

this is cute...haha slurpees sound really good right now, I'm not gonna lie...