Disclaimer: I don't own Rocky Horror, it owns me *W*
A/N: Inspiration has struck! Horrifically cheesy, but I'll take it... ;P
"It's terrific, Clare," Henry says, and we stare at each other and I think, Don't leave me.
"God," Riff Raff sniffled and wiped his eye with his sleeve, "That poor family."
The slam of the door prompted him to chuck the book under the couch worriedly and compose himself, not wanting his smart-alecky sister to see him reading soppy Earth books.
He waited for her customary greeting of, "'Sup Blondey," and frowned at its absence.
"Magenta?" he called, a bit worried.
A snotty sob was her reply.
"Magenta! Are you alright?" he hurried into the hallway to comfort his sister.
"Oh, Riff!" she wailed and collapsed onto the floor up, still clutching the door handle sadly.
"You're wet!" he exclaimed and rushed over to hug her.
She nodded sadly, "Yes, it's raining," she choked out before burying her face into his shoulder.
"Shh, it's ok," he rocked her.
She looked up at him and wiped her arm across her nose, leaving a shiny trail of snot along her wet limb.
Riff Raff removed his hand from her hair and gasped, "Magenta! You're bleeding!" he shrieked.
Her gaze followed his to the stain on his trembling hand, "Eh… last time I checked my blood wasn't bright pink," she smiled wetly, "It's just hair dye," she managed a small chuckle.
Riff Raff sagged with relief and laughed too, "Thank God!" he hugged her tightly again. Sure, his sister was a pain, but he loved her - deep down... well, he loved her enough not to want her to die.
"I think you need a bath," Riff Raff said sternly, noticing her shivering, "And a better hair dye. Seriously, what brand did you use?"
She grinned sheepishly, "Uh, DeL'Ordy-el."
Riff Raff stored this helpful titbit in his memory bank and heaved Magenta off the floor, "I told you to use Tranier, it always works for me," he ran a hand through his peroxide locks.
She pulled a face, "They didn't do magenta," she admitted.
Riff Raff rolled his eyes at his sister's bright pink frizz, "I think that might have been a sign," he twitched his lip as she playfully punched his arm.
They chuckled and teased each other all the way up the stairs, as siblings do, both trying to put off their inevitable conversation.
"Uh, Riff… do you mind?" Magenta blushed as she gestured towards her bedroom door.
Riff Raff rolled his eyes, "Come on Magenta, you're my sister! We've seen each other naked before! I would never think of you in that way!" he grimaced as he thought about it.
"But Riff! It's still… weird… other siblings aren't as close as us… we're not normal."
"Oh, and whom is it that meets your definition of normal?"
"Cosmo and Nation," she ignored her brother's eye roll, "Nation says it's weird for a brother and sister to be as close as we are, that we're practically incestuous!" she mimed gagging.
Riff Raff again sent his eyes skyward, "You listen to that poseur?" he shook his head disparagingly, "Fine! I'll go!" he away and headed into the bathroom.
He turned the tap to Magenta's favourite temperature and borrowed their mother's fancy bubble bath. There'd be hell to pay, but his sister needed some cheering up.
Eventually she emerged from her room clad her offical Transsexual swim team costume.
"Magenta… the tub's not big enough for doing your lengths."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "No, it's so that you can stay with me," she flashed him her puppy dog eyes at his stony expression.
"Are you sure it's not too incestuous?" he said mockingly.
She groaned, "C'mon Riff! I just don't want to be alone!"
He looked at her puffy eyes, mascara leaking down her face, mixing with the obscene hair dye. How could he stay mad at something so pathetic looking?
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine, anything for you, dear sister."
She smiled gratefully and slipped into the tub. She sighed loudly and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, "Ooh, you used mum's bubble bath!" she tutted, "She's not going to be too happy about that." she wagged her finger teasingly.
"You're worth it," he replied jokingly, flicking some foam at her face.
He watched her relax silently, waiting.
Eventually she opened her eyes with a sad little hiccup, "He broke up with me today," her lib wobbled dangerously.
"Oh no," Riff Raff clucked sympathetically, he knew how much he meant to her, "What happened?"
Magenta sniffed, "Well… you know how he's been trying to get me to… do stuff…" she trailed off.
"Yes," Riff Raff gritted his teeth, he stared at her anguished expression and gasped, "Oh no, Magenta, please tell me you didn't!"
"Don't worry," she shook her head, "I didn't, that's why he dumped me!" her beautiful face crumpled and tears spilled down her cheeks, dissappearing into the bubbles.
"Don't be so upset Magenta. He was a loser! An abomination in the eyes of any sensitive man! A blind alley cruiser! Always heading down a losing street… dreaming that he's screaming at fate, a dead end, dead beat, nowhere Mister, with a kiss like a Mississippi alligator's sister –"
"I get it!" Magenta cried, ending her brother's rant.
A sigh escaped him, "Sorry, I just hate him for upsetting you so."
She nodded sadly and began crying again, "I should have just let him have his wicked way with me! He said – he said so many mean things about me! He called me frigid! And said that I was going to die a virgin! And -"
"Magenta! He's even worse that Nation! You need to stop listening to these people!" Riff Raff threw his hands in the air angrily.
"But they're right! I'm going to die alone!" she huffed, the tears still coming.
"You'll always have me," Riff Raff said softly, smiling slightly.
"I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
I could be the man who grows old with you…"
"Are you singing?" Magenta screwed up her face, tears forgotten. Riff chuckled and continued.
"I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh, it would be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you, kiss you…"
"Riff!"
"Take your shoes off and rub your feet
I need you, feed you
And when we play checkers I'll let you cheat
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
It would be so nice growing old with you…"
"Oh, Riff," said Magenta sappily.
"C'mon, Genta, I know you love singing!" he encouraged her, his eyes twinkling.
She smiled and gleefully joined in.
"I'll miss you, kiss you!
Take your shoes off and rub your feet!
I need you! Feed you!
And when we play checkers I'll let you cheat…"
They caught each other's eyes and grinned madly, singing louder.
"So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink!
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink!"
Their voices softened and became unbelievably tender as they stared at each other's faces.
"It would be so nice growing old with you…"
They leaned in closer to each other with the final verse…
"I want to grow old with you…"
They were close enough that their soft whisper was louder than a shout. Their eyes closed as their lips gradually gravitated closer.
Suddenly their eyes sprung open as they realised what they were doing, "I can't do it!" they cried and jumped apart.
"Well… see ya," they said simultaneously as Riff zipped out the door and Magenta dived under the bubbles.
Riff Raff returned to his soppy book, with new sympathy for the grown up Henry trying to resist the teenage Clare.
A/N: Is it weird that I had Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie stuck in my head while writing this? I hope it doesn't show... :\
Well, anyway, I finally dyed my hair today (my roots were practically down to my chin :S) and I got to reminiscing about all the colours it's been (yes, I get nostalgic when I dye my hair ¬_¬) and I remembered this time a long while ago when it was purple (hey, I was young and carefree) and I used a really cheap brand and I was at my friend's birthday party and it started to rain... *shame*
Riff Raff is reading The Time Travellers Wife by the way, because I'm re-reading it... again! Urgh! I'm such a sucker for angsty romance sometimes! And the whole point is that Clare first meets Henry when she's 5 and he's... 38 I think and then Henry first meets Clare when he's 28 and she's 20... confused? It gets worse... well, anyway, he keeps on involuntary zapping forwards and backwards in time and whenever he meets her as a teenager she always tries to seduce him, and he has to resist her (which is hard as 1. he's married to her future self and so fancies the pants off her and 2. he always arrives there naked from his time travelling... yeah... ) Anyway that's just to explain why Riff Raff sympathises with him. (Weird coincidence: Clare also has curly red hair O_o though it's more ginger)
And the song, oh the song, Grow Old With You, the Avenue Q version, I like it better that the Adam Sandler version ;P
Eep. Forgot to mention:
DeLordy + L'Oreal = DeL'Ordy-el
Tranny + Garnier = Tranier
Crap? Yes. Cheesy? I know. Stupid? Very. ;P