Sometimes You Gotta Fight Part 5!

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Sometimes You Gotta Fight Part 5!

When they got to the venue, Willow realized it was way early.
“Guys, get the crew together four soundcheck, got it?” Brian called. The boys of MCR nodded.
“I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back closer to the show.” Willow said. Frank gave a worried look, but everyone else seemed to occupied to stop her.
“Okay, bring this pass. I'll let you get back in, okay?” Frank said. “Oh, and here's some money for lunch.” He said, pulling out another fifty.
“Where do you think I'm going to get lunch? 'Le Fancy Restaurant'?” She said, with a funny french accent.
“No! I just want to make sure you're prepared for anything.” Frank said.
“Look, I can take ten bucks from my own money to get lunch. You don't have to keep giving me fifties.” She said.
“I'll worry if you don't keep taking the fifties.” He said, laughing. “Now stay safe on your walk.” he said.
Willow sighed. “Yes, mom!” she laughed. Frank laughed, and watched her walk off. He sighed.
“She's something, ain't she?” he asked, to no one, in particular.
“Yeah, she is.” Mikey said, grinning and putting his hand on Frank's shoulder.
“Guys!!! Soundcheck!” Ray called. Frank groaned, and Mikey laughed, as they jogged to practice playing the songs they knew all too well.
Meanwhile, Willow was almost downtown when she passed a Hot Topic. She pulled out the two fifties, and grinned at the store. She got herself a Green Day t-shirt, and some plaid skinny jeans. She walked out, quite satisfied. She looked at the time, and what money she had left. If she ran over to a fast food restaurant, got a burger and a drink, she would make it back, full and satisfied for the show, and then she would get to see her favorite band live! She thrilled in that fact, and then blushed. They were so nice to her, and they respected her. She never really saw that in boys before, coming from such a weird childhood.
“A burger....meal....” She said. What the heck, throw in some fries. She was feeling celebratory.
“Here you go.” A young boy with lots of acne said, handing her her food. She payed, and as she walked out, she saw a couple boys staring at her. One had shaggy brown hair the other had a black Mohawk.
“Hey babes.” One said.
“Get lost.” Willow said, scoffing, and walking off.
“Aww, babe, don't do that.” The Mohawk guy said.
“Get away from me.” Willow said, walking faster. The boys followed her. She tried to weave into the streets, losing him, but all she heard were drunken laughs behind her. She got scared, and started running. The boys ran after her. She got lost, and ran down an ally she thought would lead to a stadium, but it was a dead end. She gasped, and saw them, laughing and cackling at her. “No, not again.” she thought. She tried to hold her ground, to not look scared. She trembled inside, though.
“Looks like we got ya. You're a pesky one, you are.” The shaggy-headed one said.
“Yeah, looks like we win.” The Mohawk boy said.
“No, you're wrong.” Willow growled, her fingers curling up into fists. She would fight this time.
“You gonna fight us, pretty lady?” Shaggy said.
“If I have to.” She said, taking a defensive stance.
“Oooooh. Feisty.” Mohawk said.
“You're not going to fight alone.” A voice said behind them. There stood a girl, with curly brown hair with purple and red streaks in it. She had on an Iron Maiden shirt, and red skinny jeans. She was short, but a familiar height to Willow, and had beautiful green eyes.
“Oooh. I guess we have one each.” Mohawk said.
“I call curly hair.” Shaggy said.
“I get the raven head.” Mohawk grinned.
“Not on your life!” Willow said, punching Mohawk in the face. He laughed, a little dazed.
“Gimme whatcha got, sugar!” He said. Willow did a roundhouse kick to him in the ribs. He fell to his knees.
“Not cool!” Shaggy said, he ran to grab Willow, but the girl stopped him, and kicked him in the soft spot. He fell to his knees.
“We run now, right?” Willow panted.
“Yes!” The girl said, they instinctively grabbed hands and ran out of ally. After taking a taxi, Willow looked at the girl. Something was so familiar about her, but she couldn't place it.
“I never got your name.” Willow said.
“I'm Mily.” She smiled at Willow. Mily....that name....wasn't that.....
“Willow. I'm glad you were there. I don't think I could have taken them both.” She said. Mily grinned.
“I bet you would have.” She said.
“I'm not as strong as I look. I have really bad knees.” Willow said.
“Me too, but that doesn't stop me from fighting.” Mily laughed.
“Me either.” Willow grinned. They stopped at the stadium.
“Come with me. I can get you in.” Willow said.
“In....where?” Mily asked.
“To get to see My Chemical Romance live!” Willow said.
“Am I dead and gone to heaven?” Mily asked.
“No, I'm just the luckiest girl on earth.” Willow laughed. They grabbed hands and ran to the gate. It was only five minutes till the show started. Frank was waiting impatiently in the booth.
“There you are! I was worried something happened to you!” He said, a little grouchy.
“I found a new friend. Can I bring her in? She kinda saved my life.” Willow said, hurriedly.
“Yeah, sure, come in. Just hurry, kay?” He asked. The people let Willow and Mily in and they both ran to the pit, where they both got to watch their favorite band live.