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A/n: I just wrote an Even Stevens fic, Ren and the Masses . It's not funny or stupid, but the plot is random: it seems more like my feelings than Ren's. I dunno where the hygiene expert came from. If you get the chance, that one is lacking reviews also.
a/n: I wrote that Fi used a deadjournal. Pardon my judgment, but I doubt she would use a livejournal.. I just pictured her with something poetically pessimistic.
I was once again latched onto my laptop. We were on tour again -- the whole family. Mom and Jack. The Bells. And Annie. And her little cat companion.
It was seven months (approximately... Maybe longer) ever since our encounter with the OSSN Vampires and Jack's near-undeath experience. I typed vigorously on my deadjournal:
" I'm glad Jack is still obsessing needlessly over his academics. I always respected him for succeeding so well, and being neurotic always insures success. I would tell him that, but I'm still afraid of bringing up the OSSN subject. It makes us feel squeamish.
On my message board, I posted "The OSSN is just a cover up for a really sick scam." Of course, I could not expose them as vampires, because people would think it was SPAM and I would be doing the bloodsucking leeches a favor. But I was still accurate in what I wrote. They must have been sick, if Jack woke up on a steel table with his shirt ripped open and a guy with ridiculously bleached hair practically draped over him and leaning towards his neck. "
I pulled away from the computer in a state of horror, disgust, and awe melded together, as this scene registered in my mind. I was suprised Jack hadn't been severely traumatized. I already was, just thinking about it. Was he still scared? He thought that his encounter had been with crazy sicko people. He thought that he could have been one of those Lifetime Channel "Unmentionable Acts" cases. It was kind of unsatisfying that it were only vampires who did the deed... But I guess there's a rational explanation for everything. I continued with my entry.
"Could Jack have died? Could Mom and I have died? It's a scary thought. Seriously. I'm pretty shocked too -- which is odd, because I've 'almost died' practically every weekend at 4:00 PM Eastern Time. But this offended me even more than banshees or ghosts ever had. Maybe it's because there's just something more erotic about vampires... How they seduce people before sucking their blood and stuff. But it's downright 'gag me'-like, to think that they did that to my brother. I guess I should feel lucky that he can take care of himself, though."
I hung my head in solemn reverence for Jack. I thought he was parochially obsessed with school all tne time. I suppose sometimes, people aren't what they seem. I began to type again, this time not quite as swiftly, but slowly and at an even pace.
"So.... I guess what is is what is...... Um..... It's a shame..... Jack was so concerned with his tie....... And stuff.......... But I helped him tie it........... He was so happy when I told him I'd join OSSN........... He thought Pete liked me........... Maybe he did............. Do I like him? ............. I don't know............ He had made a pact with a reddish worker who wanted to condemn my family to a life of thriving on other people's souls............ Ooh, the tie. Yes. Right. I knew how to tie it because I helped Clu with his. He's so clumsy! But in a comical way. He's always the relief in situations like these. Like when he came in with water glasses when Annie and Molly had those fire hallucinations.. He's funny. Sweet. Smart. Dumb. Blissfully -- ey... "
Okay. Apparently I had lost interest in Pete.
Shaking my head airily and humming a tune with a much different lilt to the previous thoughts I was composing, I continued to type on my laptop. I was oblivious to the fiery red eyes fixated on me from outside, pressed up against the window, even though we were driving at 60 mph on a tight freeway.
Brent.
Associates Rita, Paige, and former associate Peter. Last names are confidential.
Credentials: Online Student Support Network
"Sassy Number 5? Love that perfume."
A minute later,Clu entered the room.
a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO WRITE CLU INTO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BTW, I have a collaborating penname with StageSage2. It's called Loss of Penname.
A/n: I just wrote an Even Stevens fic, Ren and the Masses . It's not funny or stupid, but the plot is random: it seems more like my feelings than Ren's. I dunno where the hygiene expert came from. If you get the chance, that one is lacking reviews also.
a/n: I wrote that Fi used a deadjournal. Pardon my judgment, but I doubt she would use a livejournal.. I just pictured her with something poetically pessimistic.
I was once again latched onto my laptop. We were on tour again -- the whole family. Mom and Jack. The Bells. And Annie. And her little cat companion.
It was seven months (approximately... Maybe longer) ever since our encounter with the OSSN Vampires and Jack's near-undeath experience. I typed vigorously on my deadjournal:
" I'm glad Jack is still obsessing needlessly over his academics. I always respected him for succeeding so well, and being neurotic always insures success. I would tell him that, but I'm still afraid of bringing up the OSSN subject. It makes us feel squeamish.
On my message board, I posted "The OSSN is just a cover up for a really sick scam." Of course, I could not expose them as vampires, because people would think it was SPAM and I would be doing the bloodsucking leeches a favor. But I was still accurate in what I wrote. They must have been sick, if Jack woke up on a steel table with his shirt ripped open and a guy with ridiculously bleached hair practically draped over him and leaning towards his neck. "
I pulled away from the computer in a state of horror, disgust, and awe melded together, as this scene registered in my mind. I was suprised Jack hadn't been severely traumatized. I already was, just thinking about it. Was he still scared? He thought that his encounter had been with crazy sicko people. He thought that he could have been one of those Lifetime Channel "Unmentionable Acts" cases. It was kind of unsatisfying that it were only vampires who did the deed... But I guess there's a rational explanation for everything. I continued with my entry.
"Could Jack have died? Could Mom and I have died? It's a scary thought. Seriously. I'm pretty shocked too -- which is odd, because I've 'almost died' practically every weekend at 4:00 PM Eastern Time. But this offended me even more than banshees or ghosts ever had. Maybe it's because there's just something more erotic about vampires... How they seduce people before sucking their blood and stuff. But it's downright 'gag me'-like, to think that they did that to my brother. I guess I should feel lucky that he can take care of himself, though."
I hung my head in solemn reverence for Jack. I thought he was parochially obsessed with school all tne time. I suppose sometimes, people aren't what they seem. I began to type again, this time not quite as swiftly, but slowly and at an even pace.
"So.... I guess what is is what is...... Um..... It's a shame..... Jack was so concerned with his tie....... And stuff.......... But I helped him tie it........... He was so happy when I told him I'd join OSSN........... He thought Pete liked me........... Maybe he did............. Do I like him? ............. I don't know............ He had made a pact with a reddish worker who wanted to condemn my family to a life of thriving on other people's souls............ Ooh, the tie. Yes. Right. I knew how to tie it because I helped Clu with his. He's so clumsy! But in a comical way. He's always the relief in situations like these. Like when he came in with water glasses when Annie and Molly had those fire hallucinations.. He's funny. Sweet. Smart. Dumb. Blissfully -- ey... "
Okay. Apparently I had lost interest in Pete.
Shaking my head airily and humming a tune with a much different lilt to the previous thoughts I was composing, I continued to type on my laptop. I was oblivious to the fiery red eyes fixated on me from outside, pressed up against the window, even though we were driving at 60 mph on a tight freeway.
Brent.
Associates Rita, Paige, and former associate Peter. Last names are confidential.
Credentials: Online Student Support Network
"Sassy Number 5? Love that perfume."
A minute later,Clu entered the room.
a/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT TO WRITE CLU INTO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BTW, I have a collaborating penname with StageSage2. It's called Loss of Penname.