DISCLAIMER: I do not own Linkin Park or Korn. I don't have any contacts with them. This is just fiction so don't bite my head off! I can only WISH it would happen in so-called "real life"

A/N: In honor of my new-found love for Korn, and in also honor of the fact that LP AND Korn are going on Projekt Revolution TOGETHER and I can't fucking go.. I wrote a little fanfiction about both bands. Sorry this chapter is so short, I promise the next one will be better.. they will actually BE on tour next chapter so keep up to date with me! =D! Enjoy!

“Are you sure your okay?” I said to Chester, looking at him disdainfully. I had just woken up to the sound of him wrenching his gut into the toilet.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, but somehow I didn’t believe him. The fact that his face was pale and he had just vomited didn’t make me eager to believe he was fine. “I must’ve ate something that didn’t agree with me,” he added quickly. I looked at him quizzically before rolling over to return to my slumber.

“Okay Chaz, night.” I said before nodding off.

I woke up later that night in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. I clutched my heart as if I had seen a ghost and sighed. It was just a dream, I thought as I looked over to see Chester sleeping peacefully next to me, his chest heaving with every breath he took. I placed light kisses on his forehead and went back to sleep, assuring myself that everything was all right.

I woke up the next morning to the ever-present sounds of Chester and Joe fighting over who was better; Jigglypuff or Froggie. I smiled to myself, putting the pillow over my head in an attempt to muffle their voices. It wasn’t long before I heard a loud bang, which later registered as our bedroom door slamming. Chester came to the bed and sat next to me sulkily. “Mike…” he whined. I opened one eye and looked for the bright digital lights on my alarm clock. “Chester, it’s 7:23AM, go back to bed,” I said groggily.

“But Mike, Joe’s picking on Jigglypuff again!” Chester pouted. He was so cute when he pouted, especially over his stuffed animal. It made him sound so childish.

“Then go whine to Joe and let Mike have his sleep.” I said lazily, hoping he would leave.

“But Mike…” Chester whimpered, “He’s being mean to me!”

I rolled my eyes and realized I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep so I might as well get my lazy ass up. I yawned blearily, rubbing my still-sleepy eyes. “Okay okay, I’m up. Now what?”

Chester bounced and embraced me a hug, “Morning Mike!” he said over-enthusiastically. “Let’s go get some breakfast, I’m starving!” As if on cue, a loud rumble was heard and Chester turned a shade of pink. “Hehe, my stomach agrees! Let’s eat!” I rolled out of bed and onto my feet, reaching for the tee-shirt closest to my grasp. Chester grabbed it and held it just out of my reach, still bouncing. “Get UP Mike!”

“Give me my shirt!” I growled, reaching for the fabric again.

He ran to the other side of the room and started to put the shirt on himself over his white wife beater. “Tsk, yellow just isn’t my color!” he said prissily.

I growled again and got out of bed, my chest instantly cold. “Oh shit, it’s cold! Gimme back my shirt!” I whined, walking towards Chester. He quickly darted away from me, “You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!” he said, giggling.

“Chester, c’mon man. It’s cold, I’m not in the mood for games!” I said, annoyed at his antics. He was fascinated by the stupidest things.

“Aww c’mon Mike.” he said, pouting his lips. No one could resist that.

I smiled at him, “Okay, you asked for it!” I said, pouncing on him. We tumbled to the floor, our sides jiggling with laughter. “Get off me you fat ass!” Chester said as I sat on top of him, pinning him to the wooden floor below us. I smiled evilly and took as long as I possibly could in getting my shirt on, just so I could make him suffer longer. When I was finished, I gave him a peck on the cheek and hopped off. “Happy, Mr. Bennington?”

“Yes, very much. Thank you Mr. Fat Ass.” I slapped him playfully, grinning at him.

From downstairs you could hear the others bickering about something. Probably Brad. I rolled my eyes, they were so childish sometimes. I looked at Chester and we headed down the stairs. The other guys didn’t know about “us.” That is to say, Chester and I. Not that we tried to tell them though. It’s not really a subject that comes up that often. We don’t go around talking about gays, well, Chester wasn’t gay, only bi. Me on the other hand, I was totally gay. But everyone thought Chester was, all because of his gay fashion sense. It was so cute. I snickered as I watched Chester’s butt jiggle as he walked down the stairs. He turned around and gave me a death stare, “What’s so funny Shinoda?”

“Oh, nothing.” I said, trying to hide another giggle. Chester was cute, even when he was mad.

“Whatever!” he said, trotting off to go find what he could scrounge up for a decent breakfast. My stomach growled and I followed him as well.

The kitchen was a mess, pots and pans and dirty dishes were everywhere. We were so unkempt. I shrugged, it’s not like I cared. I looked over at Phoenix. He had a look of horror on his face, he was always trying to keep the house tidied up, which was quite a chore when you have twin tornadoes in the house. Sometimes I wondered about Phoenix, I mean what real guy cared about how clean his house was? I pondered this for a while before walking over to great the older man. “Hey Phi, what’s up?” I said cheerily.

“Uuurgh! Look at this mess!” he replied, motioning towards the disastrous kitchen.

I shrugged, “Clean it up then.”

He looked at me blankly, “Why do I always have to clean it up?! How come none of your lazy asses do?!”

“You said it yourself. We’re lazy.” I chuckled and patted him on the back before leaving the kitchen to find the rest of the guys in the living room. As always, Brad was set playing his PS2, his eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him. Rob was staring at Chester and Joe who were fighting again. I rolled my eyes and took a seat next to Rob. “What’s up buddy?” I said, slapping him on the back.

He jumped as if I had scared him, “Oh sorry Shinoda, you scared me.”

I chuckled, “Am I really that scary?” He laughed heartily and returned his gaze to the entertainment before him. “Are these two ALWAYS at it?” I asked him.

He shrugged, “No, only when we’re watching.”

“That’s like all the time!” I said, puzzled. Rob shrugged and I turned to Brad, a devious grin on his face. “What’cha doin’ Big Bad?”

He eyed me out of the corner of his eye, before quickly returning his gaze to the game, muttering a “shit” as he lost a life. He slammed the controller down hastily, giving me a death stare. “Fuckin’ ay Mike, I was winning too!” he screamed before storming out of the room, leaving us all staring helplessly. Chester looked at me and I shrugged.

“Someone’s PMSing,” he said getting a chuckle out of the rest of us. Chester always lightened the situation. I beamed at him as we heard a low “I heard that” coming from Brad’s room. Chester’s eyes widened and he shot his hands up to his oval shaped mouth, “Uh-oh!” he said over-enthusiastically. We all laughed at him, he was such a dork sometimes.

It was then that the phone rang. Chester and Joe raced to the phone, but Chester won. He stuck his tongue out at Joe and answered it. “’Ello?” he said into the receiver. I heard a faint voice come from the other end of the receiver, but I couldn’t make out who it was. “Oh, hey Jon!” Chester said, waving his free arm frantically. I rolled my eyes, Chester had always had a crush on Jonathan, ever since he first met him back in 1999. It was kinda cute actually now that I thought about it, the way that Chester’s eyes lit up when Korn would come on the radio, the aggression he used when singing along with Jon’s amazing voice. Hell, even I envied it. You just had to see Chester’s expression now, it was that of a little school girl, talking to her crush on the phone for the first time. I smiled at Chester encouragingly and watched as he talked to Jon. I wonder what they’re talking about, I thought to myself.

Chester squeaked, “Really! Ohmygod, that’s awesome!! Thank you so much, Jon! You don’t know how much this means to us!” He hung up the receiver, ran over, and jumped into my arms. “Korn’s going on Projekt Revolution with us, Mikey!” he said excitedly. I dropped him, my face pale. I widened my eyes worriedly when he looked up at me. He mouthed the words “oh” and got to his feet, brushing himself off. “Guys! Great news! Korn’s coming on Projekt Revolution! Jon just called to confirm it!” Everyone cheered a little, then returned to their side projects, obviously they hadn’t noticed [or cared] about Chester jumping into my arms. I sighed in relief, I was gonna have to have a talk with that boy later. I chuckled to myself, I sounded so gay. I watched as Chester busied himself with his CD player, changing the Deftones CD to a Korn one. I rolled my eyes, great, now I’d have to put up with Korn for the next 6 weeks. Not that I didn’t like Korn, I mean you gotta give props when props are due, but Chester was just… obsessed. It was unhealthy.

A/N: Well there ya go. Review and I shall add more insane Jon-ness. Also I'd like to say.. this fanfiction is dedicated to Ivy, whom first sparked my interest in Korn. =D