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I got your back

One-shot


"Thanks guys for inviting me to your record session," Izzy said enthusiastic while the members of Iron Weasel were preparing their instruments in Simon Craig's studio.

"Actually Izzy, you sneaked into the band van—"

"Yeah, but you didn't kicked me out so I took it as an invitation," Izzy interrupted Tripp, showing him a smile.

"We didn't kick you out because you were taking Derek's guitar as hostage," Burger explained and the vocalist hugged his guitar strongly.

"Don't try to touch Dereka ever again."

"Sorry dude," the brunette apologized but everyone knew she didn't actually mean it. "Anyways, where is Simon Craig? I want to hear you guys and in the meantime I'll give him my demo."

"I don't know, he told us to be here early," her childhood friend answered and checked the hour. "And we didn't arrive exactly on time."

"I just hope that kid Chucky doesn't come today," Ash said.

"Chucky? The unbearable kid who fooled the TV reporter?" Izzy asked. "That one who wanted to destroy Iron Weasel?"

"Yep, also the one who had a crush on you," Tripp answered with a mocking smile.

"Ugh, don't even mention it," chills ran through her back.

At that moment the door opened and Simon Craig appeared through it. He apologized for being late, explaining that he received a call at last minute before he could leave his office.

"And who is this young lady?" the producer asked looking at the brunette.

"She's Izzy Fuentes, my best friend," Tripp introduced her. "She came to hear us while we record, hope you don't mind Mr. Craig."

"Not at all," he responded. "In fact, you can be my son's company while I work with these guys."

In that exact moment, Simon Craig's step-son came through the same door with an evil smile in his face. But when Chucky saw Izzy, his evilness was completely gone and stared at the brunette with loving eyes. Iron Weasel immediately noticed this and tried to take advantage of it.

"Sure, why not!" Derek exclaimed and pushed Izzy towards Chucky. "She'll take care of the devil—"

"Excuse me?"

"—I mean, the little angel."

"Wait, what? No!" Izzy refused pushing the kid aside.

"Calm down, Izzy, it'll be for a couple of hours," Tripp whispered trying to calm his friend.

"Couple of hours? I will not take care of him, I'm not his babysitter."

"But you could be my girlfriend," Chucky said appearing behind the girl, Izzy was trying to manage her anger in not beating the kid to death.

"Just hang on until we take a break, and you can go home."

"All right," the brunette turn around to face Chucky. "Just stay away from me by one mile."

"Half a mile."

"600 feet and that's my last offer."

"Deal."

"Um Izzy, the studio isn't that big…"

oOOo

After a couple of hours of recording the new album, Simon Craig let them to have a half-an-hour break while he ordered some food. The band went to a living room where Izzy and Chucky were waiting. The brunette approached to Tripp the moment he entered to the room.

"I'm outta here," she said. "I can't stand this kid anymore."

"So, Iron Weasel," Chucky said before the guitarist could respond to his friend. "We see each other again."

"But we just saw you a couple of hours ago," Ash said a little confused.

"Let me propose something to you, I know that you'll agree with me," the kid continued.

"If is about food, I agree with you already," a sound came from Burger's stomach.

"I'll leave you guys alone…" the band started to celebrate but Chucky hasn't finished yet. "If you arrange he perfect date for me and my next-to-be girlfriend."

"What!" Izzy exclaimed.

"It'll be a pleasure," Derek said with a big smile.

"What!" Tripp and Izzy exclaimed at the same time.

"Give us a minute," Tripp pushed the band to a corner of the room. "Derek, what are you doing?"

"Saving us from that little demon," the vocalist answered. "If we do what he says, he'll never leave us alone!"

"And what about me?" the brunette asked. "My opinion doesn't count?"

"We already know that you'll do it for the sake of the band," the British said without paying too much attention to the girl.

"What if I don't want to!" she yelled but the trio didn't pay her attention. "Tripp tell them that I will not do it!"

"Izzy, calm down," he said. "Derek has a point; if we do this Chucky will leave us alone."

"But what about me, Tripp? What about my pride and my feelings?" she was really disappointed about what his childhood friend was saying. "You don't care about it, right Tripp?"

"No, Izzy, listen—"

"Well let's see how you guys deal with this without me," she left the room and slammed the door behind her.

The guitarist turn around to the kid, "We need more time to talk about it."

"You have until the day after tomorrow," Chucky smiled proudly. "You know what will happen if you don't accept this."

"A party?" Ash asked excited.

"Yes, a party… in hell," the kid left the room while laughing like a psycho, leaving the rock band with chills all over their bodies.

oOOo

"We need to convince Izzy," Derek said after they were at Tripp's house that night.

"That won't be easy," Burger added "You heard her earlier, she won't help us."

"The kid will talk to her, right Tripp?"

"I'm not sure guys," the teenager admitted. "Izzy is my best friend; I don't want to force her."

"So what? We are Iron Weasel," the vocalist stated. "And we want that Chucky kid outta our lives."

"Or we're going to have a party in hell," Ash added. "Do y'know how hot it would be?"

"Tripp, you need to talk to her while we arrange the date," the British told the teenager while he took a notebook and a pen and started writing on it.

"I'll try but, don't you think we should start planning everything after Izzy accepts?"

"No because we can't waste too much time," Derek answered. "And you are wasting a lot of precious time, go and talk to her!"

"It's past midnight," Tripp said with a serious face.

Burger gasped and ran to the kitchen, "I almost forgot my midnight snack!"

Tripp couldn't sleep well that night; he didn't know what he was going to do. Obviously he wanted to Chucky to leave the band alone for the rest of their lives but, does that mean he wanted to lose his childhood friend? He cared for Izzy, he really did, even when the brunette had really crazy ideas –even though he was surrounded by a trio who had the craziest ideas. At the end, Tripp didn't noticed at what moment he fell asleep, with an idea on mind.

The next morning, the guitarist of Iron Weasel searched for Izzy at school but it looked like she skipped classes. During History class, he remembered the only place the girl could go when she needed time to be alone. Ever since Tripp could remember, Izzy has always gone to the public park that was near the neighborhood where they lived, and felt stupid for a moment of not thinking about checking that place before. Right after his last period, he went directly to the park, hopping she was still there.

Once he reached the park, it was easy to locate his friend, sitting in a swig with the head leaning against the rope while she sang quietly. He walked slowly and took a seat in the swig next to her; she pretended not to notice the teenager and didn't stop singing.

"I know you're mad at me," the boy started, "I just want you to listen, you don't need to say anything." The brunette stopped singing and kept quiet without looking his friend. "The guys wanted me to convince you about the date, and as much I want to get rid of Chucky... I don't want to lose you, neither our friendship..."

"And my pride and my feelings," the girl completed the sentence, while finally looking at the guitarist with a small smile.

"Neither your pride and feelings," Tripp repeated. "You're my best friend, Izzy, and I don't want to force you to do something that you don't want to."

Izzy stayed quiet after he finished, and Tripp didn't expected more. He sighed and stood up, "Thanks for listening, now I need to arrange a lot of things before things with Chucky goes down to the last level of hell."

"I don't think that we'll be going thatfar down." Izzy said while she stood up too, still with her small smile. "Thanks Tripp, I really needed to hear that."

"No problem, Izzy," he smiled back.

"Maybe we can come up with something for Chucky, like stealing his rubber duck or putting a big banner in his room with his nickname."

"He will kill us," Tripp said somewhat scared. "And you said we'll not go that far down in hell."

"Because we're going to have fun!" the brunette exclaimed excited. "And we have each other's back, so probably hell will not be that bad."

"You are right," the boy said, with a big smile. "Let's go with those three, we have a lot to think."

END


Not my best work but I wanted to finish it already, I wanted it to be a TrippIzzy fic but it was harder to write than I thought. Also, lame title is lame but I couldn't think of another one.

Hope you liked it and reviews really appreciated.

11/18/16: edited and added other little stuff.