Chapter Text
Put to rest, what you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands of uncertainty.
- What I've Done (Minutes to Midnight)
"Hey Chaz," Mike Shinoda said, glancing over at where Chester Bennington was staring at the sky. His bandmate looked over at him. "Huh? Yeah?"
"What are we doing here?"
"I uh...I don't know." Chester looked away, glancing at where their other bandmates were walking around. Mike had no idea how or when they had wound up here. But as of right now, the 6 of them were in a mostly-empty parking lot, around mid-afternoon. Despite being California, it was a little bit chilly today, being close to the end of fall and all, so they were wearing jackets and hoodies. Well except Dave/Phoenix/whatever he goes by now Farrell, who wanted to show off his tattoos.
"Well, I'm bored," Mike commented, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
"Yeah man, me too." Chester had gone back to staring at the sky. He continued to stare up at it for another minute or two before looking back over at Mike. "We could go get some food or something."
"Hey," Brad Delson butted in, walking over from where he'd been standing next to Joe Hahn. "We could go bully Green Day again."
"Oh shit that's always fun," Mike chuckled.
"Can't we just leave them alone?" Rob Bourdon whined, looking a little bit scared from where he was sitting on the ground, knees brought up against his chest. Mike glanced over at him, feeling a little concerned. "Oh right," he realized. "You uh...still got shit going on with their drummer, don't you?"
"Really? Still?" Brad asked, glancing over at Rob. "You still haven't paid him back yet?"
"He's insane," Rob hissed in reply. He pulled his knees tighter against his chest, shivering a little.
Mike scoffed, walking over to Rob and grabbing his arm. "Come on, Rob," he said as he pulled him up to stand. "He's like, 5'6. We can handle him for you."
"B-But he's got a baseball bat..."
"Yeah, and we have Brad," Mike retorted as he gestured over at the lead guitarist, who was standing next to Chester with his arms crossed. He looked kind of intimidating like that. "Come on, just stay in the middle of us."
Rob didn't seem very convinced, but stuck next to Mike anyway. The rapper/singer sighed to himself as the drummer clung onto him while he walked back over to Brad and Chester. "Okay, sure, let's go. Then we can hit a restaurant or some shit on the way back."
"How are we gonna find them though?" Phoenix deadpanned, walking up to join them. Joe followed him.
Mike shrugged, then glanced at the other frontman. "Chester?"
Chester offered a shrug as well.
"I mean, last I heard, they live in Oakland," Brad pointed out, arms still folded across his chest. "So we could probably find them there."
"And we're in L.A.," Joe also pointed out, giving Brad a dubious look.
"Oakland is fucking huge," Mike replied. "They could be anywhere. They might even be out on tour for all we know."
"Hang on I'm following them on Instagram," Phoenix spoke up, pulling out his phone and scrolling on it. "That other Mike's always posting on there."
"Alright, uh..." Mike trailed off, looking around absently at the band members. "Technology's great. What a time to be alive."
"Found them!" Phoenix announced. "They're all home. We just have to get their addresses." He looked up at his bandmates, gave a thumbs up, then went back to his phone. "Oh yoo-hoo, Google~!"
"Is this legal?" Joe asked, now giving Mike the dubious glance. Brad scoffed in reply. "We're famous...but we're not celebrities...Whatever. Anything's legal for us now."