Two weeks!

Disclaimer: I dont own I'm in the Band and I probably never will!

AN: I am australian so if a word is spelt differently eg. Favourite, Colour, etc... it is most likely the australian spelling. Also this is my first fanfiction ever so please be nice. Im only 14!

Chapter 1: Crush

"HEY KID"

Derek yelled as Tripp passed the kitchen. "Look at what we did!"Tripp looked at his band mates with confusion. "What is it?"

"Come on little man," Burger said "Its a statue of Ash made entirely out of silver spoons!" Tripp looked even more confused. "Why?"

"Wait! I thought it was Burger!" said Ash, earning a high five from Derek and a growl and a glare from Burger. "Look guys, I dont have time for this." Tripp said. "Do any of you have a mirror?" They all turned to Derek. "Just because I am so insanely handsome, doesn't mean I carry a tiny mirror around with me, psht, honestly. Though it might be a good idea..."

"Fine I'll just use..." Tripp looked around for a second, then turned to the sculpture. "That'll work!" The three older men started mumbling in confusion. Tripp took hold of one of the shiny silver spoons in the sculpture and pulled. Derek, Burger and Ash gasped... but the sculpture stayed standing. Tripp began to look at his reflection in the spoon when he saw a spider on the table where the statue was sitting.

Burger shrieked and jumped onto the kitchen counter. "Don't worry, I got it!" said Ash. "NO!" Tripp, Burger and Derek yelled as Ash hit the table with his shoe, crushing the spider, but also knocking over the spoon sculpture. "Well" sighed Derek after the clatter stopped. "That's five hours of our lives we're never getting back!"

All the weasel's sighed and entered the living room. "Kid, why did you need a mirror so desperatly you couldn't have just walked to the bathroom?" Derek asked when they were all seated on the couch. "And why are you dressed so nice for school?" Burger continued. "And why do you smell like you're wearing cologne?" asked Derek. "And why do you look so nervous?" Burger stated with a grin. "And why do we keep saying 'And Why'?" said Ash, though his comment was ignored by the others.

"Wait a minute!" Derek exclaimed. "oh no!" sighed Tripp. "Tripp, answer A, B, or C.

A) You have a new girlfriend you haven't told us about, which by the way would be a breach of paragraph 2 subsection E of the Weasel Code.

B) You have a crush on a girl at your school, or

C) You are back together with Lana. Which one? Please not C!" Derek inquired.

"Don't worry, I'm not back with Lana! My answer to your question Derek is..." Ash made a drumroll noise on the coffee table. "Ash!" "What?" "Stop!" "Kay" Ash said, deflated. "My answer is B." Tripp answered.

"Ooo, you dog, who's the lucky girl?" Derek asked with a sly grin. "No one you know. I have to go or I'll be late for school, later guys." Tripp said as he rushed to the door. "Oh, remember to pick up the spoons, or else mum will kill you!"

"Stop it little man, I eat things bigger than your mum for breakfast!" said Burger proudly. "But do you really want to be kicked out and have to live in the Band Van again?" inquired Tripp. The band thought about it for a second, and then they all ran full speed into the kitchen, and Tripp left for school.

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Tripp arrived at school about 30 minutes early, because, without realizing it, he had ran three quarters of the way. All he knew now was that he was going to be there to greet his best friend when she arrived. Best Friend. He thought. Man I wish she was more than just my Best Friend! Her beautiful chocolate brown hair, her slim/tan figure, her deep brown eyes, her AMAZING voice. God, I wish she knew how much I love her!

"Having a nice daydream are we, Trippy?" Tripp jumped sky high when he heard, and saw Izzy. Even with that smirk on her face she was the most perfect girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a white T-Shirt with a black dimonte pattern, a leather Jacket, black jeans, and black boots with a small heal. Her hair was out and she was wearing black and silver bracelets on her right wrist. "Why are you so jumpy?"

"Why are you?" Tripp retorted, knowing how dumb and weak he sounded. "Ooo burn!" Izzy said sarcastically, the smirk not leaving her face. "So whatcha dreamin of?" "Umm… Nothing, just…" Tripp internally started to panick, but tried not to show it on his face. "the, umm… the gig Iron Weasel is playing in two weeks. It's gonna be huge!" Tripp lied, hoping Izzy would end the conversation there. No such luck.

"Can I sing back up? Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please,Please, pretty, pretty PLEASE!" she half pleaded, half whined, grabbing Tripp's shirt to prove how desperate she was. She is so cute when she begs! If she was my girlfriend, she would never have to beg for anything! "Yea, sure Izz, but I'll have to check with the guy's" Please don't let go, please don't let go… "OK, where's the gig?" Izzy asked as she let go of his shirt and collected her algebra and science books from her locker. Damn! "Rampage!, It's a new club in town, we are playing on metal night." Tripp said with a grin. The whole band was really psyched to be playing somewhere popular for once, and on a SATURDAY night. It was the best gig they had had in a very long time.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Izzy as Tripp grabbed his books and the both headed for class. They were late but neither of them really cared. "Race you to the top of the stairs?" said Izzy eagerly. "Fine, but you always cheat."Tripp said. "Me? What, I would never!" Izzy said in mock horror. "Anyway, 1, 2… Hey IZZY!" By the time Tripp got to (2) Izzy was already speading towards the stair case. Izzy started to laugh at him as she ran up the stairs. She momentarily forgot to look where she was going. "Hey, IZZ LOOK OUT!" Tripp shouted, but it was too late. Izzy tripped over a juice box that was left on the step, And hit her head on the railing of the stairs.

"OH MY GOD IZZY!" Tripp yelled as he ran over to her unmoving form. He turned her over and looked at her face. Blood was coming out of a wound on her hair line. Tripp started to panick. Please don't be dead, no, okay your breathing, good! What do I do? Umm, okay… Tripp rested one hand under her neck to support her head, and the other under her knee's, picking her up bridal style. Then he ran, very carefully, to the school nurse. When he was about half way there, Izzy began to wake up. "What happened? What are you doing? Why are you carrying me?" She said groggily. "Don't worry, It's just me Izzy, Tripp! You hit your head, you'll be okay." Tripp said, slowing to a walk.

"Tripp? How are you carrying me?" Izzy said with a half grin. "Hey! Just so you know I work out like five times a week!" Tripp said, pretending to be offended. "Really? I don't think it's working too well cheese-brain." That's the Izzy I know and love! And there's that word again, LOVE! It's really starting to annoy the crap out of me! Wow, even with a bleeding head she looks beautifull! "Hey Tripp, why is my face all sticky?" Her words shook him out of his thoughts immediately. Tripp stopped and lay her down on one of the benches. Umm… What should I do? Oh, I know. "Sorry Izz" "For wha… oh" He started to take off his flannelet shirt and then his white T-Shirt, then he put his flanny back on.

Tripp lent down and started wiping Izzy's face with his T-Shirt, getting rid of the blood. The wound had stopped bleeding but he was still worried. She just lay there, shocked at his compassion. "Hey Izzy, do you reckon you could stand up?" He asked, his words laced with worry. "Yea, probably…" She was sitting up now and felt okay, holding the shirt to her head. Tripp helped her stand but she was a little unsteady, so she put her arm over his shoulder, and he held her around her waist. They walked like that the rest of the way to the nurse.

So Read & Review! This will be a multi-chapter fic. Reviews make me update faster so yea! Constructive criticism is cool but please no flames. I will also except any idea's you have with open arms! (imagine my arms are open!) Anyway...

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