Suzy is a Headbanger
Well,
I promised I wouldn't do it for at least a week, but here it is. The sequel to Sheena is a punk rocker. I won't be naming the chapters after a
Ramones song anymore, but I will be naming them after songs. This one is after Alice Cooper's I'm
Eighteen, which sorta goes along with the story. "Oh that reminds me, In the ending of my last fic, I mentioned
that the Sabres were the only Buffalo team that didn't suck, I take that back. THEY TOTALLY SUCK! Buffalo can't win a superbowl, even when they go to the damn
thing four in a row. We lost the NBA
team years ago, our baseball is still minors, and our hockey team lost the to
the penguins. They would have won last
year's cup. I am a firm believer in NO
GOAL, meaning that Dallas Fucking CHEATED!!!
**wipes sweat and excess foam from mouth** Okay, calm down! I'd
better write the story or else I'll give myself an aneurysm
Joey
had been living with Dave for over a year now, and things were great, as far as
he was concerned. He had gotten his
driver's license soon after he became Dave's legal son. He was nearing the brink of eighteen years
old, and was studying all the literature there was available about being a
doctor. He wanted to heal people, but
he also was fascinated with the human body and how everything worked. He loved his biology class, and was viewed
as weird and disgusting by all the girls in his class, except for Alex. In one year, they had lost their virginity
to each other, but that didn't change much.
They even believe that brought them closer, and no one can prove them
wrong.
He
shook his head clear and tried to take a nap, but was unsuccessful. He stood up and walked into the living
room. The newspaper was sitting there
and he picked it up. He read the front
headline. "McDonald's going out of
Business." He smiled and read
more. "The former fast 'food' giant is
no longer doing business, a spokeswoman said today. Apparently, there are too many lawsuits over the unpopular
variety of cuisine they have; Syringe Burgers, Anti-Hindu beef fries, Band-Aid
Macs, Chicken McHeads, etc." He laughed
to himself. "Reading the news,
eh?" Dave asked, walking out from the
kitchen. "Yeah." Joey said, whirling his head around. He shaved his head after he moved in with
Dave, and now he had long hair, and no mohawk.
He didn't color it, because he wanted to go to college to be a doctor,
and things wouldn't look too promising if he had funky hair. It was now long and brown and tied
back. He had gained weight, and now he
looked much healthier, which was good.
He still had his piercings, and had even gotten another two in his right
ear. "Hey, dad?" He asked.
Dave smiled. He still wasn't
used to hearing that. "Hmmm?" "Can I go to the mall with the gang?" He asked.
"Sure. Since it's not a school
night, I'll let you stay out until 11:30?"
Dave asked him. "I'll be home,
don't you worry." Joey said, as he
hopped to his feet. He ran into his
room and looked at his vast array of clothes.
Dave spoiled him, and they both knew it, but as far as Dave was
concerned, Joey deserved it. He picked
out a pair of red cords and a black Placebo baby doll shirt. It made his pecs stand out, and that gave
Alex the chance to show off what was hers.
He smiled at that thought.
Hers. He now had the dreams of
marrying her someday, but only when he could support her. He grabbed his wallet and headed out the
door. He got out to the parking lot, and
then he realized something.
"Dammit!" He said, turning to
head back up for his forgotten keys.
Just then, his keyring came flying out the window and bonked him in the
head. The keys fell into his hands and
he looked up to Dave, who was giving him a shit-eating grin. Joey grinned back and flipped him off. Dave smiled even wider. He was teaching his son very well. Joey got in the car and pulled out of the
lot to pick up Alex. He honked the horn
at Stefano who was outside kicking one of his wife's stupid lawn Gnomes. He pulled up in front of Alex's house and
she came running off of the porch and got into the car. They pulled away and headed for the next
destination, which was their friend Trent's house. (Think Jakob Dylan/Daria's Trent.) They shut off their Blazer and
then got into Trent's van. They drove
off to the next house, Trent's girlfriend, Zoë's house. Zoë had blonde hair that had long strips in
the front, that were purple, and short in the back. She was sporting a Megadeth shirt and a black skirt. "Hello!"
She said to her friends and kissing Trent on the cheek. They drove toward the mall, where there was
a club that had a local punk band playing.
They got out and went into the club.
The band, dubbed Suspect Nonconforming, was playing cover songs this
night and they were currently doing a cover of Alice Cooper's 'I'm
eighteen'. Joey and Alex hung towards
the back, away from the mosh pit for now.
That's when they bumped into Luka and Abby. "Hey!" Joey said. Abby greeted the pair, but Luka couldn't
hear them over the noise. He was
dancing to the music, and was clearly enjoying it. Joey asked Abby why they were there. "Luka has been in the US for a while now, but he hasn't actually
been to a rock concert, and this was the closest I could get to some band like
Green Day." She said. Joey nodded. "He likes it then?" Abby
nodded. Joey gave a thumbs up and
walked to the front. They began to jump
around in the mosh pit and laughed when they each toppled over. The band moved into a slower song, which was
Kiss's Beth. The couples began to
dance, while the singles either hooked up with one another, or hung off to the
side to watch the show.
Dave
meanwhile was still at Scott's. They
had given each other nearly 30 years of their history and Dave checked his
watch. "Holy Hell! It's eleven. I have to beat Joey home, or I'm in for it." Dave said.
"I'll see you later then?"
"Yeah. Later." Dave said, hugging
Scott and hopping into his car, he drove back to his apartment, and just got
in. It was almost midnight and Joey
wasn't home. Why? Dave began to worry, but remembered that
Joey was a teenager, and teens are forgetful people, especially when they're
with their friends. At half-past
midnight, Joey came waltzing in.
"Joey!" Dave said in a stern
tone. "I'm sorry, dad. I was with Alex, Trent, Zoë, Luka, and
Abby." Dave raised an eyebrow. "Abby Lockhart and Luka Kovac?" Joey nodded. "Uh huh." "I'll see them
on my shift tomorrow, and if you're lying…"
"I'm not, dad." Joey said. Dave gave in. "Alright. You smell like
cigarettes. Give me your clothes and
get in the shower." Dave said, sounding
like a mother hen. Joey stripped to his
underwear and gave the rest to Dave, who went to the wash. He first checked the pockets, which are the
first things that teenagers forget to check before putting them in the
hamper. He pulled out Joey's wallet,
his change, a bunch of papers, a prom ticket, and a condom. "Kids."
Dave said, putting the stuff down, and putting soap in the washer. He turned the knobs and started it. Joey screamed from the bathroom. "Oops."
Dave said, turning the washer off.
He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, clean and spiffy. He walked over to the machine and put his
undies in and turned it on. He then
grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on, tossing his towel in a basket. "Well, did you have a good time?" Dave asked from the couch. "Yeah.
You should have seen Luka. I
never knew that man could dance like that."
He said. Dave laughed. "Well, if it's anything like the way he
plays baseball, then I can only imagine."
Joey smiled and sat closer to Dave, and laid his head on his father's
shoulder. "I love you, dad." Joey said.
Dave smiled. "And I love you, Joseph." Dave said.
They shared the perfect father/son bond now, and neither was willing to
give it up for anything.
The
next day, the phone beside Joey's head startled the young man out of his
slumber. He was still on his stomach,
and when he brought it to his face me muttered a hello into the phone. "Hey, Joey.
Prom's tonight, and I wanted to tell you that there's a party at Greg
Heinrich's house afterwards. See if you
can get your dad to let you go." Alex
said. "Hold on, babe….DAD!!!" He yelled.
Dave came into the room. "What?" "There's a party after the prom tonight, and
it might last for a while. Can I go?" He asked. "Okay, but please don't get killed and/or cursed." Dave said.
"I'll be there." Joey said. "Cool.
See you there." She said,
hanging up. Joey sighed and rolled
over. He'd need the extra sleep, then.
Sorry it took so long. I started writing this on Thursday night,
but I got such good reviews for my Placebo short, that I wrote two more
parts. Just check it out in the Placebo
fics section if you want to. Or go to
The Brick Shithouse's message board if ya want to. If not, just wait till I post the next chapter of Suzy is a
headbanger.
