AUTHOR NOTE Hi guys! Alright, I know this story IS on Bebo, but I might just delete that one. It's less lazy to put them on here, I guess!
So hopefully Blanche won't be such a damn Mary-Sue! God, I hate those things. Not characters. THINGS!
The whole point of the story is basically the movie from the Frog Brothers' point of view, and how an outsider would think of them... plus, there's a romance in here at some point, but whoever Blanche falls in love with IS A SECRET FOR NOW! Sorry, Coca-Cola makes me hyper. Enough of me stalling. Bye! Hope you enjoy it.
Story start
A year had passed since Blanche had moved in with the Frog brothers. She'd helped them to run the comic book store, they'd learned how to cope with her epilepsy - which seemed to be getting worse. She just had to watch out for flashing lights, in case she had a seizure.
One day, she saw someone walk into the store she didn't recognise. He was around her age, like Edgar, but with a very... different taste in clothing. He was wearing a sort of brown and white striped jacket and a fairly loud shirt. He stared at Blanche. She stared back. He winked and bit his lip. She shook her head and looked down in disgust.
'Creep.' She muttered under her breath.
He walked away from her. She looked to Edgar and nodded at the stranger, who looked at him and then to Alan in the opposite direction. The boys stalked him.
'Got a problem, guys?'
'Just scoping your civilian wardrobe.'
'Pretty cool, huh?'
Blanche tried hard not to laugh.
'For a fashion victim.'
Blanche didn't pay much attention to the conversation. It was her job to watch out for shoplifters and there was a rowdy gang outside. Plus, she had a song stuck in her head. She sang under her breath.
'Hey, Jude, don't make it bad, Take a sad song and make it better.'
The words trailed off. Edgar had given the stranger a comic book; the guy didn't seem too grateful.
'I don't like horror comics.'
Edgar said something to him as the gang grabbed some comics off of a shelf near the door and ran off, closely followed by the Frog brothers. The stranger walked towards her again.
'They your friends?' He asked.
'Yeah. Any problem with that?'
'Oh, no.' Blanche knew he was being sarcastic.
'If you don't like it, get out.'
'Hey, baby, calm down.'
'Do I look like I can dance?' She said.
'Yeah.' He eyed her up and down.
'Get out!' She snapped, glaring at him.
He shrugged and walked off. She watched him leave, and a light quickly flickered through the door. Blanche fell from her chair and blacked out.
Edgar and Alan walked back to the comic store. Chasing the thieves hadn't done anything. So now they had lost some of their stock.
'Their not going to be happy.' Alan muttered.
Edgar laughed bitterly. 'Like they're going to notice anything?'
Walking into the shop, they realised that Blanche was nowhere to be seen.
'Blanche?'
There was no answer. They walked to the counter. Blanche was sprawled on the floor unconscious.
'Seizure.'
'It's your turn.' Alan said.
Edgar lifted her gently and carried her upstairs. He put her down on her bed. As he turned to leave, she woke up.
'Edgar?' She mumbled.
He turned around.
'You alright?' He said.
She nodded. 'Seizure?'
'Seizure.'
'Oh, Christ.' She put her hand on her forehead and sighed. 'That's just great. Any luck catching those guys?'
He shook his head. 'Nope. Assholes gave us the slip. What about that kid?'
'I don't like him. He's a creep. Thinks we're weird. Well, he should rethink his outfit. A little loud, don't you think?'
He shook his head at her. 'How long ago was it you had your seizure?'
'How the hell should I know?!' She laughed. 'I think it was a little while after you left.'
'Well, get some sleep.' He said.
'Don't you guys need some help downstairs?'
'Just go to sleep.' He said, a little firmer than before.
'Alright. 'Night, Edgar.'
'Night.' He switched off the light and closed the door. There was a little click as he locked it.
'Gosh, thanks, Edgar. What if I have to go to the bathroom?' She thought.
Edgar and Alan always kept the windows and doors locked at night - but the door in their room closest to Blanche's room was always open in case of seizures or vampire attacks (But that could never happen because the window was always locked. If she needed anything, she'd have to steal the keys from their room - easier said than done as they were the lightest sleepers on the planet!
Blanche heard Edgar walk down the stairs, switching the light off and locking the door leading to the shop. It felt like a year had passed before she fell asleep.
