AN: Just thought I'd try this...
"You gonna eat that?"
"Nah. On a diet."
"Screw diets. Donuts are worth being fat and ugly."
"You're not ugly."
"So you're sayin' I'm fat?"
"No... Just-"
"You did! You just said I'm fat!"
"Well, fatter than me."
"Cuz you're a frickin' stick. Maybe if you'd start eating, you'd actually have a figure."
"Maybe if you'd stop eating, you'd actually have a boyfriend."
"You ain't got a boyfriend either, sweety."
"Don't want one."
"Neither do I."
"Yeah... ya do. You have all kinds of crushes but you've still never been on a date."
"Yep. But you go on dates all the time. Every night. With different guys."
"Oh, grow up, Nicole. Quit bein' a jealous little kid."
"Oh, believe me. I am not jealous of you, Hannah."
"Ha. No use anyway. Not like you'll ever be as awesome as I am."
"Being a hoochie doesn't make you awesome."
"Bein' an emo sure as heck doesn't make you awesome."
"I'm not emo. For the thousanth freaking time. Gosh!"
"Nah. Ya just wear weird clothes... like weird guys... listen to weird music..."
"Okay, I am not frickin' emo! I don't wear all black-"
"All black makeup, though."
"I don't listen to screamo-"
"No. You listen to killer clown bands and that death core pop crap."
"I don't cut-"
"Really?"
"..."
"Lemme see your wrists."
The younger girl stretched out her arms, palms up, and lifted her sleeves."
"Hm. Yeah... Now, show me your thighs."
"Ew. Frickin' pervert!"
"Emo."
"Preppy."
"Shut up! Okay? I don't act like that and-"
"You know what, yeah you do! Because the last time I checked-"
"Oh, surrreee, Nick. Sure!"
"Shut up, Hannah!"
"No!"
"Hannah!"
"YOU GUYS!" A loud yell interrupted the sisters' fighting from in the kitchen.
They knew to be quiet when their mom yelled or else she'd get their dad... and that's never pretty.
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Meanwhile, Larry Daley took the pen cap out of his mouth that he'd been gnawing on for the past ten minutes.
He sat in his night pants, having just taken a shower, and waited until before he had to leave for work to put his uniform on.
Looking at the clock that showed '5:07 pm' , he rose from his position at the small desk in the living area of his apartment and walked over to the couch, where his sleeping son rested.
"Nicky." he called softly.
"Nicky." he ruffled his son's hair a little. "C'mon. Get up."
His son lazily cracked one eye open, glaring at his father for trying to wake him up.
"Gotta go to work, sport." Larry smirked.
His son's face brightened, and he shot off the pullout sofa toward his room to get dressed.
Larry walked to his own room, grabbing the recently dry-cleaned uniform from the hanger on the door and ripping the plastic garment bag away from it.
He closed his door, as he began to change into his security garb, preparing for a usual day at work. As usual as a living museum could get anyway.
But he didn't even know that tonight would be more special than ever before. Or more annoying than ever before. I guess it depends on how you look at it...
AN: I KNOW IT WAS VERY SHORT! I promise it will be longer next chapter but I wanted to see how people respond to the initial idea of this story. And my OCs... gotta love OCs.
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