Ok, so this is a rewrite of one my oldies that I deleted. Let me know if you like it.
-GREEN FLOOR-
The whole 'house' was pretty quite. The Wyatt's believed in sleeping in late, if not all day. It was a daily practice and very tiring. Butch and Buttercup slept soundly in their room across from their son's and their granddaughters room. Butch, Wesley, and Mickie were all snorers...Buttercup was slightly one as well. The only one who kept pretty quiet when sleeping was Joey, Wesley's wife. The Wyatt family were pretty loud sleepers, even the Diamond and Nichols families could hear them in their below 'houses'. In fact, it was the Nichols family that were in charge of waking the sleepy greens.
"Mickie." A orangey-red head knocked on the door, his red jumper hood sitting on the top his head. This was his mom's day, it was her turn to wake them all up, but noooo! He had to freaking do it!"Mickeal, get up!" He knocked on the wooden door harder, getting a grunting sound from behind it in return.
He was going to have to actually go in. It was a fucking No Man Land in there and he knew by the end of this morning he was going to have something broken, shattered, or worse. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for his death. He took a hold of the door knob and turned it slowly and pushed the door open quietly. There, in a heap of green and black covers, was one of his best friends and maybe the deadliest weapon known to man kind. At her feet was her rabid German Shepard-wolf mix, Saber, who slept quietly thankfully.
"Mickie, time to get up." The red claded boy gulped and tip-toed closer to the bed, careful not wake Saber. "Mickeal Rae, get up." He said angrily and threw a shoe at her. It hit her, but all she did was shift her weight to another side and groan.
"Saber," She muttered, "attack." Suddenly Saber was awake, and growling at the boy.
"No!" He squeaked. "No, good, Saber. No attack." He said cautiously and backed away slowly. "Good, boy. You don't want to attack me. I'm Beck." He smiled weakly and held his hands up. Saber laid his head down slightly, beginning to give in and go back to sleep, but then suddenly Mickie growled in her sleep and turned to lay on her stomach, causing Saber to jump up and bark.
"Shit!" Beck yelled and ran for the door. He slammed the door shut, but Saber was barking and scratching at the door, he unfortunately in attack mode. Beck pressed his back against the door, panting in fear. "Shh, Saber. You'll wake Butch!" Beck cried out in a hushed voice, praying the dog would give up and go to bed. "Please, shut up."
"Saber!" Too late. A slightly older version of Mickie's dad Wesley, came walking out of his room with his boxers on and no shirt. Gross!
Butch Ray Wyatt, Mickie's idol and her grandfather or 'Old Man' as she liked to call him, was one of the original six. He was the tough one, as was all the greens, but Butch was an ex-con, ex-boxer, and an was known for knocking the shit out of people with just one or two punches...or a deadly green blast to the head. The man was a fucking legend in the muscle head world, so was Mickie's grandma or 'BC'. Wesley and Mickie were trained by the two, and the two were just as deadly.
"Go-ood M-morning, Mr. W-wyatt." Beck stuttered with a nervous smile.
"Morning, Beck." He grumbled and pounded his fist on Mickie's door when Beck moved from it. "Mickeal Rae, get your ass up and take your damn dog out!" He hollered.
"Shut your face, bronze for brains!" Mickie yelled back and swung the door open.
"Take your demon out!" Butch yelled.
"You take him out!" She snapped back.
Watching the greens morning ritual made Beck grateful for his intelligent family. They were a bunch of neanderthals like the Wyatts and they were sickly-cute like the Diamonds. To him, his family was perfect.
"You need to learn control of that mouth of yours, brat!" Butch growled at Mickie.
"I learn from the best!" She snapped back, and then suddenly they both grinned. "Morning, Old Man." Mickie smiled.
"Good Morning, Rugrat." Butch ruffled her hair and then looked down at Saber, who was still ready to attack Beck. "Heal, boy." He demanded and then suddenly the deadly monster was smiling and wagging it's tell. This family was made of freaks!
"Come on, Saber. Let's go put you out." Mickie yawned and patted the dogs head. "Beck? When did you get here?" She smirked, completely oblivious to this morning's near death events.
"I'm going home." He he let out a shakey breath and stood up to leave.
"If you're heading down, can you take Saber out? I've gotta get ready for school." Mickie called, already handing Beck the dog's chain leash. "You're the best, Red!" She gave him a quick hug and ran back to her room and shut her door.
"I hate my life." Beck cried and leaded the dog out of the house.
-Red House-
Beck angrily walked back into his house after putting Saber out in the back yard and hanging his leash on it's hook. His Nonna was in the kitchen cooking something healthy for everyone, his Nonno was sitting at the table reading his news paper and drinking his coffee, and his mom and dad were watching the news and getting their things together. All of them ready for work and dressed...unlike the sleeping Wyatt family. His mom was the mayor's assistant and she always had to look her best...that would be why she was wearing a red thick sleeved dress and red heels. His dad worked as a professor at Townsville University and wore a simple black button up and jeans. His Nonno and Nonna worked for Utonium Inc. and were normally wearing something that they could wear lab coats over, so the red button up and jeans and the white blouse with the pink pencil skirt was pretty normal for them. His Nonno still wore his baseball cap backwards, occasionally forwards, and his Nonna tied her hair back in a pink ribbon all the time. They looked like older versions of themselves at nineteen and eighteen. Beck himself looked just like his Nonno. The same dark red hair, the same fire red eyes, and the same olive skin. He wore his Nonno's old red jumper since he knew he would never get his hands on that hat...Brick would never part with that thing.
"How was waking the cavemen?" His Nonno asked and put his paper down.
"Deadly." Beck grunted and took a seat in front of his grandfather. "Mom, you owe me!"
"I'm sorry, hun. I had some things to do this morning, I'll do it tomorrow." Nina pulled the hood off her son's head and kissed it softly. "I'll see all of you after work. Love you." Nina smiled and kissed her father's cheek, hugged her mother, and gave her husband a kiss good-bye. She hurried out the door, leaving a pink-red streak behind her.
"I have to go to." Sage, Beck's father, sighed and kissed his son's head. "Behave at school." He told him and waved good-bye to his mother and father-in-laws.
"Here you go, Beck." His Nonna sat a bowl of oatmeal with blueberries and raspberries in front of him, a long with a class of orange juice.
"Thank you, Nonna." He smiled and started eating.
Most kids were either a momma's or daddy's girl or boy, but with the rowdies (himself, Mickie, and Rory) were their grandparents kids. Mickie was a grandfather's girl, even though she was a big fan of her grandmother as well. Rory was a grandma's boy, but still close to his grandfather. But Beck was a big fan of both of his grandparents. His Nonna took great care of him and he could talk about all kinds of smart stuff with her, and his Nonno was like his best friend. He talked to him about everything and laughed about anything. His Nonna, however, said he was an exact copy of his Nonno when he was his age. Kind of made him a Grandpa's boy in most people's eyes.
"Are you meeting in the Wyatt's house this morning?" Brick asked his grandson and took a sip of his coffee.
"Unfortunately." Beck sighed and continued eating.
"That Mickie is just like Butch." Blossom laughed.
"Yeah. Looks like Butters and acts just like Butch." Brick laughed and looked at his paper. "One hell of a scary combination."
"Was Wesley like that?" Beck asked and chugged his OJ.
"Well, all the Wyatts are fighters. It's in their DNA." Blossom said and put a bowl of oatmeal in front of her husband.
"But, Wesley liked being a little normal. He liked using his own strength and enjoyed the fight in the ring more than he liked being up against a monster." Brick finished. "however, that Mickeal is just like her grandparents. Down to the last drop."
"Skips a generation, I suppose." Beck muttered, putting his things in the kitchen sink. "I've got to go get Rory and head up to Mickie's level. I'll see you guys later." Beck huffed and kissed his grandmother's head and hugged his grandfather.
"Love ya, kiddo." Brick said.
"Have a good day, hun." Blossom called.
-Blue House-
Rory, Cody, Ria, and Boomer all sat at the table and waited for Bubbles to put plats of pancakes and fruit in front of them. The Diamond family was the sweet, sickly-cute family. All blonde haired and fair skinned, and blue eyes. And their also the very styled and soft-heart family. Boomer worked for an art museum and both wore simple but elegant clothing which would explain the current blue top and tan skirt with heels and the blue button down and nice jeans with nice shoes. Cody, their son, worked for the town music shop and gave lessons to everyone who wanted them, wearing simple and comfortable clothing like a blue t-shirt and jeans was a necessity. Rita, Cody's wife, was a Pre-K teacher and wore comfortable but nice looking clothes like a soft violet shirt and a baby blue skirt with white flats.
Cody wore clothes that looked pretty similar to Boomer's old look. A dark blue three-quarter sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and converses. He looked like typical Boomer Diamond, the blue Rowdyruff Boy. His hair was the same blonde mess and his eyes were the same cobalt blue. He had the stupid goofy grin Boomer had as well. He was an exact copy, a 'mini Boomer' as his Nana liked to say.
"What's on the schedule for today, Rory?" Boomer asked, digging into the food his wife laid in front of him.
"I've got football tryouts with Beck and then I have that volunteer stuff I signed up for last week." The blonde shrugged and stuffed his face with pancakes.
"Ok, you mean the teacher's help volunteer work?" Ria pipped in. "Do you know what you're being assigned to?"
"Detention duty." He muttered with his mouth full. "I'm helping Mr. Harper with detention stuff."
"So, you'll being spending time with Mickie too?" Boomer asked, receiving a smack in the air and glare from Bubbles. "What? It's true. Every Wyatt I've ever known spent everyday after school in detention."
"That's not nice, Boomer." Bubbles shot back.
"It's true, mom." Cody shrugged and popped a fork full of banana and pancake in his mouth. "Wesley had detention every day back in high school, and I'm sure Butch did to."
"I didn't say it wasn't true. I said it wasn't nice." Bubbles rolled her eyes and looked at the clock. "Oh dear, it's time for us to go, Boomer." She said and picked his plate up.
"But I wasn't done!" He whined.
"We still have to go." Bubbles giggled and kissed his cheek. "Cody, Ria, you two should be heading out too. And Rory, you need to start heading up to the Wyatt's."
Rory shivered and started coughing. "I think I'm getting sick. Maybe I shouldn't go." He faked a congested nose and looked at his mom. "Mommy,"
"Go to the Wyatt's." She rolled her eyes and kissed his head. "I love you, have a good day." She waved good-bye to her in-laws and kissed her husband good-bye before leaving.
"Behave today." Cody told Rory and kissed his head. He told his parents good-bye and followed behind his wife.
"Bye, Nana. Bye, Gramps." Rory sighed and hugged and kissed them good-bye. "Love you guys."
OK so that's it for this chapter...it was just an intro. Come back next time to see what happens.