Hello, my name is EvelioandZgroup... Well, this is embarrassing. This supposed to be uploaded on Valentine's Day and be your present for me coming back with a story... Apparently I'm far from my due date, but let's not tempt fate. Anyway, let's talk about Valentine's Day.
(You may skip this WHOLE INTRODUCTION if you please and get on with the story.)
We all know it's day for love, but over the years we'd seem to forgotten how we should celebrate it. I'm not talking about dances or gifts, but rather how we approach it, last minute, of course. I've seen people always complaining they have no date for this holiday and girls say the same thing. But what's so strange is that sometimes we let ourselves be fooled into believing we'll find love that day when it's really about appreciating those around you.
I'm saying friends and family should get recognition, as well as people you want to have a connection.
Enter corporations who tell you that gifts of chocolates or cards or whatever bullshit they tell you to buy will make your crush love you forever. Surprisingly, we let ourselves believe this and never look back at how much we spend on this.
Anyway, the moral of my speech is simply beware of love, because it can be fake.
But enough of this corny shit, let's talk about this new story: Intermission.
Actually this is very different from my original story under the same name. It's way more fun to read and does have more inappropriate language to it.
So, here is a censored version of my original story.
If you want the original, uncensored and uncut, it will be available for free (yes, for FREE! Something Mr. Krabs would never do.) as it's not a fan fiction. It's a deep story about the looks of lust and young love approaching what can influence us in the right or wrong direction.
But still, the short version: A black comedy about love.
Also, I had to keep up with continuity as the show has changed a lot.
So this version has made changes to the plot to keep up with the world of Gumball's.
Hope you enjoy, and may a fire-reigning of minions eat your flesh and devour your young, as haters who want me OFF the site are never getting that wish. I'm here to stay, and hopefully this EDITED VERSION will you please until I release the ORIGINAL VERSION for free, and it's originally NOT A FAN FICTION, so the rights of this story belongs to me.
Side-note, if you see grammar errors, well, that's to be expected and I'm already fully aware of that so try to get by.
Hope you enjoy, and there are OCs included here. Try to find as many as you can throughout the whole story.
Enjoy.
Intermission
By
EvelioandZgroup
For MidnightDarknessFall,
She doesn't take crap.
1
I think—No, I know that Masami and Molly talk behind my back. It's mostly the gossip ("You think she's with someone?" says Masami), but this time it got more detailed ("Do you think she's with Gumball?"). Gumball Watterson was just a good friend, no lips, no tongue, and no googly eyes.
No sex?
Definitely no sex.
Gumball was in love with Penny Fitzgerald. She was the head cheerleader, who's a good friend of mine, too, never stooping down to the usual middle school standard. I know this because she would always look for the best in someone, regardless of what was told or shown to her—ElmoreStream has a way of getting Elmore Junior High known for goofy fights (I swear those guys can't fight for crap) and catfights that looked more like lesbians dry humping each other, rather than being called a fight; I remembered in January this big, fat cow—I think that was her nickname, honestly—and weighed about 400 pounds, minimum, against this short, trashy blonde-haired cow—though I'm not sure she was a cow—with piercings—which just could have been tags from farms, maybe—who weighed about 300 pounds, tops, and was nearly smothered to death in the snow when the big, fat cow jumped on her with her fat-ass (this sounds trashy, I know, but screw it, the truth hurts) in the snow while 60% if the school watched, a couple of teacher even placed bets. Always the bad ones, I know. They called it "Cow Vs. Ghetto Cow."
Anyway, back to Gumball.
He's just a friend. Period—though he's not a very good friend, honestly. A lot of people thought (actually, come to think of it, still do) Gumball and I had a thing going on. Probably a friends-with-benefits thing, they would say, they would frickin' say a lot.
His brother Darwin thought so, too. He seemed pretty mad about it. I always have seen him kind of against me, like how everyone sees me. But I always doubted it since he was pretty naïve and nice to people. He's kind and sweet, and I don't think he would hurt a fly. But his problem is he just cares too much. He once dated Masami and ended badly for him, and he ended up with the whole it's-true-love phase and thankfully it died out.
Like Darwin, Gumball didn't have a girlfriend. Sure, I knew very much he liked Penny, hell, everyone knew, but not many knew she liked him back. I figured out when she still stood by his actions and actually showed a sense of love for him. Maybe it's because they're good friends, but I argue that the fact remains the two don't talk a lot. Even after Tobias' so-called party, they tend to still bond over such things.
Darwin, however, surprised me when he came up to me at my locker and asked me if Gumball and I ever had a thing going on. I think he believed Masami's lies before ever proving them. I felt a little embarrassed he asked me this, but I still stood my guard.
"Does it really matter to you?" I asked.
"I just want to know if it's true, Carrie."
Do you want to believe it's true or simply just a delusion?
"You say it like I have feelings for him."
"Do you?"
I had to open my mouth.
"Yes, Darwin. I feel sorry for him. He has chosen someone that he believes is his true love when he is only twelve and the girl he loves is just an-antlered peanut."
"Jeez," he said, almost disgusted by my remark, "harsh."
"To who? You?"
"I just wanted to know how you felt about this. That's all."
"I feel fine, Darwin. Now fuck off."
He left, only for Gumball to pop out just a few minutes later.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You feel good?"
I didn't interpret it as a question the first time I heard him, so I called him a pervert, thinking it was Mark, a modern Peeping Tom, as I like to call him. Knowing Gumball, he laughed at this.
"Hey, take it as a complaint, you're dead. I'm surprised you can feel anything."
"Yeah, I can still grab this book and smack you across the face and make you hurt yourself like you did on the playground when you were in your karate phase."
He smiled and laughed. He seemed okay with all this.
"Okay, okay. Small talk—Carrie, I just wanted to ask you if you were all right about this, you know?"
"Darwin asked me the same thing. I don't mind."
Well, yeah, but I mean like how's the day for you, how you feeling—?"
I didn't think he was listening, so I said, "So far I could see myself in twenty years being asked by you when am I going to eat something and stop being so rude to the people who made all this food for us."
I thought he would laughed at this, but he remained silent; however, he smiled and said, "Come on, tell me the truth. Some people are telling me that you were upset about not getting the part in the school play."
School play?
"I didn't evem sign up for tryouts, so you can already tell them they're liars, and they're just jealous that I have more emotion than those lifeless bimbos."
He laughed, always did have a good sense of humor, my opinion. "You know you're a funny girl, right?"
"Yep. I got to be funny since, by your standards, I got no body to show off."
"Or sense of humor," he said, making me laugh this time.
"Yeah, and by the way, do me a favor and settle the score between this rumor that I'm upset about this whole school play thing. I never even heard about it until now. Masami is probably just mad that the lead went to someone else."
"Yeah, it went to Penny."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, she tried out and...she was amazing!"
I forced a smile and said, "Well, good for you. And also, some people are also bringing up how I have a thing going on with you. They keep on saying that I liked you and such."
"But is it true?"
"Heck, I don't know, it was a—"
"No, I meant if you liked me."
I didn't say anything for a while. I got mad that he just asked me that. I didn't think he would believe such a lie told by Masami. But I thought back to how he could just look down on me, since he did have a somewhat massive ego, but it never paid off. But at least he wasn't Tobias, acting like he was a ladies' man or something.
"Do you think it's true?"
"No."
"Then what the hell are you standing here when you could be buying some flowers for a prettier, brighter girl that isn't dead or forcing you to commit to a lifetime of damnation."
He smiled, maybe even laughing. He finally left, leaving me all alone in the school hallway. It's empty; nobody is here, except me. Asshole.
Valentine's Day is today, and a lot of people are going to get really at it today. I expect to see girls holding giant teddy bears while guys buy condoms to (or try) "get it in." I've seen too many on-and-off couples react to the usual I-break-up-with-you-because-you're-not-right-for-me routine during the week but get back together on Valentine's Day because they don't want to be alone and say the break up was a mistake and ignore the date they started going back together and just stay with the first time they went out. The reason behind this: They don't want to be humiliated on Valentine's Day for being alone. Valentine's Day is either a loving (they say) or depressing day for people. To me, it's frickin' ridiculous that the one day of the year that was suppose to be about love, is now just a day to spend on expensive gifts that will end up in the trash within the week; however, it's just like every major holiday nowadays—companies' slogan for consumers: Buy something special for your love. You got to buy not make. If you don't buy your love this particular gift, she will leave you, making you look like a poor joke. It's nothing more than a day to spend rather than love your lover (and that saying is just as corny and true as it sounds).
I mean, my God (even if I don't believe in religion), this whole day is plastered with the economy suffering in debt, and yet we fuel corporations to the point the value of a dollar is just an antique saying, when you can get something really good for a dollar but choose to ignore it.
I went to school early to get some things out of my backpack so my locker in gym wouldn't be too crowded. On my way there I saw the floor and hallways getting their "love" treatment ("Just for the holidays, thank you.") and dazzled with pink.
I made it to my locker, but when I opened it something fell out. I picked it up and it was a white letter. I swear to God (fuck off if you got a problem with me saying that) if it was a promotional flyer for some religion I may or may not have heard of, I'm going to punch someone in the nuts. I opened it up and I held a small index card that said:
I like you. Do you like me? Yes or No?
My response: Who the fuck are you, kid?
I found another letter that were two tickets to the school's Valentine's Day dance.
I put it back inside the envelope, left it in my locker, and walked out to the girls' bathroom. Some creep, I tell you.
Sarah was a good friend of mine, at least in my opinion. She's a tomboy, yet she can really look attractive, in the most odd kind of way. She moved here from some town I had already forgotten about, but that didn't matter. She was a pink cat with blonde hair that was more dirty and messy, yet she pulled it off.
Anyway, back to my life
I tried to figure out who send me that letter. I don't think it will be too hard to find out who did it. I mean, hell, only ten people know who I am, or at least exist, including teachers. But that does strike me as a good reason why it couldn't be someone I know. They didn't put their name, so it could be possible they don't know who I am. Hell, the handwriting didn't seem like someone I knew.
I had to find who it was or—Ah, screw it! Leave it be. That sucker will die out from no response, and I can forget all about it.
I finished my business and left.
Carmen spotted me before I changed into my PE uniform. She was definitely someone I didn't want to see today. She has (or had, only time will tell) an on-and-off relationship with Alan, and, oh my God, she is such a dumbass. I mean, Alan is a simple guy (who just happened to be a blue balloon), but she likes to be the one in control and maker Alan her "chew-toy" 'cause she likes to bite. How do I know this? Well, because this cactus tells everyone, and I mean everyone, douchebags and bitches, about her love-life. It seems to grow onto Alan, but I feel he doesn't really enjoy it as much. I can believe that maybe he just forces himself to like it because he knows he doesn't have that many options left.
She comes to me to talk about her problems. It's a complete waste of time, and what's worse she's a pest; I can't shake her off if I wanted to. She just stays on you like a leech.
She came up to me and said, "Hey girl," like I was a good friend—dumb bitch doesn't know my name—I nodded. "Did you hear the big news?"
"What news?" I said, knowing that if I said something else she would ignore it, putting on my shoes.
"Well," she began with a smirk on her face, "where do I begin?" She would probably tell me how she's single and say how Alan is an insecure asshole who tortures her and crap, and the reason she's saying this is most likely because he refused to do something she wanted him to do.
"Say it now before we both come in late."
"Well," she said, puckering her lips with her new shade of lipstick, trashy red, "Alan and I are taking it to the next level."
What's the next level after this? Sex?
"Which is?"
"He gave me a promise ring."
Okay, now he's a dumb bastard.
"Why?"
She groaned, saying it's because he loves her. Nope, I would have said, he just wanted some cactus juice, if you know what I mean.
After I shoved my backpack inside the small locker, she told me now that I didn't have to change since we have a sub.
"Why didn't you tell me when I was changing? Hell, when you came in, I didn't even take out my clothes yet?" Now I was cold for no reason, even that's how I feel the majority of the time, but that's not the point.
"Oh, Kathy, not everything is about you."
She left.
That frickin' bitch doesn't even know my name and pulls this shit on me. I hope to God she cheats on him and carries someone else's baby. Let him be free.
The first wave of cards, chocolate, and big teddy bears come up on first period PE with our teacher Miss Lyman, about mid-30s I believe, leaving us for the day to call in sick, but rumors are already speculating that she just left to be on a date with a woman named Sheryl. I don't know how people come up with these rumors, yet they always seem reasonable. Regardless, when I entered the gym, I can already see a crowd of girls holding onto their gifts and talking about how their boyfriends (or girlfriends, but they don't really get that much attention, even some guys got some chocolate hearts or a teddy bear and hold it like a badge) got them these with love—and just for about $25—and laughed gleefully.
I went over to an empty spot on the bleachers that slide off the wall for the crowds during the basketball game against schools (we have a winning streak, but last year we won only for it to be taken away when some students were allowed to play when they were failing classes). Because I didn't know there was a sub, Mr. Granger, who gets little respect from the students ("Bite my ass, bitch." "Why don't you go back to your country?" "When was the last time you laid, the 70s?"), I didn't have a book to read, so I was forced to listen to the girls going on and on about their upcoming dates tonight or the Valentine's Day dance today and all that trash.
It's Friday, and still I can't get a good day to relax.
Idaho from Geometry asked me who was my Valentine for the evening.
I said his mom was and he left me alone for the day.
After the bell rang and about two catfights later (turns out two girls both got a Valentine's Day bear the same time, resulting, instead of a talk to the guy and breakup with the cheating bastard, they fought each other to say he's their man, and another fight between two gay guys with the same scenario about a guy giving the two of them a Valentine's Day gift and fight over each saying he's their man), I went to my locker to put away my PE uniform and grab my books for class. It wasn't easy, though; fighting through a crowd of girls holding gifts and going in the opposite direction they're going in, and I'll say that's tough than going through a football and trying to score a touchdown.
I opened it and out came a letter, again. Hoping it was just the same letter, I found out it wasn't. It was red, and held another index card that said:
You see me almost every day, Carrie.
I hope you'll answer.
My initial reaction: This asshole just broke into my locker to gently rest a letter for me to see, when he couldn't take a hint. I just hope this person is mentally capable of letting this go or else I'm going to have some blood on my hands.
I don't believe you need a psychologist or a therapist to understand what's wrong with yourself. I believe it's just choice, nothing more. We have to understand that maybe, just maybe, we all take in crap every once in a while and should try to at least see something beyond our usual routine.
I think we just have to take one step beyond.
My name is EvelioandZgroup, and I'm signing off.
~ EvelioandZgroup