Okay, so this is a collab fanfiction I'm writing with Claire (creator of April Xrcyb). Please do not get offended if your OC/OC's crush is murdered! And we're planning on using all the OC's that are on the OC Facebook thing, but we'll except around 3-5 more, first come, first serve. So just so you know, the OC's being used for sure are:

Rhiannon Edwards, Dylan Edwards, Robin Hood, and Ryder Devecchio - Me

April Xrcyb and May Xrcyb - xxdoodlydooxx

Lucy and Bugs Montgomery - Kootie Bomb

Chelsea Richey - Psycho-Pyro-Maniac

Vivi Sykes and Theo Sykes - PiScEs-BlOsSoM69

Lulu Summers - Especially Kenny

Lucky Day and Vergil Day - Doomed-Orange-Parka

Jude Monroe - Hollywood Grimm

Vean Redding - CVillainS

Cherry Hayes - Soquedhozi

Jessica Skidmore and Josh Stansfield- SouthParkCraigLover

Indigo Kelly - TheEvilDuchess

Keira Keen - Remmyblack

Indigo Kelly - theEvilduchess

The OC form is at the bottom if you want to submit your OC ^_^

Lizzie Borden took an axe,

And gave her mother forty whacks,

When she saw what she had done,

She gave her father forty-one.

"Hurry up, Dylan!" I shout down the hallway, adjusting my bow. I walked back into my room, looking in the mirror one more time before I left.

I tried fixing my wild rainbow hair again, trying to make my bangs look naturally side-swept like usual. But of course, my hair didn't want to agree with me today, on the night of the first semi-formal dance of the year. My hair is dyed so many shades of pink, purple, green, and blue that it earned me the nickname Skittles, and it usually did what I want, but of course not today. I pressed my lips together, smearing the lip-gloss for the millionth time. I pulled my dress up a bit so my bra wouldn't show. The dress I got is lime green, with a hot pink tutu-esque skirt. A 'cupcake' dress, as people would call it, and three-inch hot pink high heels. Yes, I'm insane, especially since I'm pretty clumsy, but it looks good with my dress. Just like the little tiara on my head.

"Let's go." I hear my younger sister say from the doorway, her voice nearly scaring me. My sister has a russian accent and a baby voice, so she sounds like a child murderer-slash-adorable doll.

Dylan's white blonde hair has no accessories today like usual, and it's choppy, and grew out a bit down to her collar. She's wearing a strapless dress that falls a little bit above her knees. The white part around her chest is lacy at the top, with a pink sash right below it, and the rest of the dress falls in pink or white rows of ruffles. Dylan's probably the clumsiest person alive, so she went with white ballet flats.

I hear a car horn beep, and I grab her hand, pulling her along with me. My boyfriend is a French mercenary, so getting him angry is like asking to die. Of course, Christophe would never kill me. I'm freaking Skittles McFlossy.

"Bye, mumsy," I shout before slamming the door behind me, Dylan following closely behind.

Christophe was standing at his car, arms crossed, cigarette between his lips. I hated that he smokes.

"Eet's about time." Christophe rolled his eyes, getting into his car.

"Nice opening the door for us." Dylan smiled. She and I are the only people who can get away with insulting my Tophe without being murdered.

"Shut up, beetch." Christophe said from inside the car as I get into the passenger seat, and Dylan in the back seat.

I looked across the seat and snogged him quickly, a loud 'EWWW!' coming from Dylan.

"Save the tongue action for when I'm not here, thank you very much!" Dylan sighed, before shooting us a dirty look.

Christophe muttered something in french, before he started driving.

South Park High's annual Ice Ball is something to look forward to. It's a formal dance, which means I had to force Christophe into a suit to go. It's like the middle school dances, but you had to wear a dress. Unless you're a boy, because that'd be quite awkward. And it lasts longer than the middle school dances, and you can get away with a lot more stuff since we're older. Plus, all the freshman girls go gaga over the hot guys, a.k.a., my friends. That's probably the main reason why everyone's so excited for it; for the guys. Girls just seem to like older men. I, though, am a cougar. Christophe's 6 months younger than me. Just kidding about the cougar thing though.

We finally pull up to the high school, and I can just barely hear 'Tik Tok' thumping through the walls. We beat the traffic, thank God, by getting here ten minutes late. Christophe parked his Mustang near the back, before getting out.

"Hey douche," I shout, and he turns.

"What?"

"Open the door for me, faggot." I grin at him, and he rolls his eyes and opens the backdoor for Dylan, then mine.

"Faggot." He comments, lacing his fingers with mine.

"You two are the strangest couple I've ever known," Dylan exclaims. "I thought love was all happy, not throwing insults at each other every two seconds."

"That's how Christophe shows his luuurve for me." I smiled, squeezing his hand tighter. "By calling me a faggot, when clearly he's the faggot."

"Psh, you are zhe faggot." He scoffs.

"Please, Tophe. You barely grow any body hair, for Blimey's sake!"

This went on as we walked into the dance, disco ball splashing colors over bodies dancing. I glanced at Dylan quickly, who was off to the side dancing with Kenny. I smile before shooting off another insult at Christophe, pulling him on the dance floor and basically forcing him to dance. Christophe's actually a pretty good dancer, though he'll never admit it.

"Rhiannon!" April screams my name as she whizzes by, stuck in the middle of a running conga line.

I laughed, turning to face Christophe as a slow song comes on.

"What day is it? And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive..."

Christophe leaned in and snogged me, and my stomach errupted in butterflies, as if it was our first kiss all over again. He pulled away and smiled at me; that little crooked smile that made my knees go all jelloid.

It was couples mania on the floor now, and from where I'm standing, I can creep on my younger sister, and make sure she's having fun. And from that lip-lock with Kenny, I'm pretty sure she is.

"Je t'aime, mademoiselle." Christophe slurred in my ear.

I just grinned at him as we swayed to the music, foreheads pressed together, heartbeats humming together.

And yes, Christophe is so whipped.

"Have you seen Dylan?" I shouted to May and Bugs, April and Lucy's little sisters.

"What?" Bugs shouted back. We can barely hear each other over the deafening music.

"Have you seen Dylan!?" I screamed, and Bugs shook her head.

"I saw her last with McCormick, try asking him!" May yelled, and I smiled a 'thank you' at the two before hurrying off to find my little sister.

I haven't seen Dylan in an hour, and I've threatened Kenny not to take advantage of her crush on him, but you can never know. It's Kenny we're talking about here. He's a great friend of mine, but he's also a major horn dog.

I spot his messy blonde hair from a mile away, and he's snogging someone.

Someone who isn't Dylan.

Someone who's one of my best friends, Lulu.

And I see my baby sister, run out of the gym, and something inside me snaps.

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Isn't it great how everything could change in the blink of an eye? It humors me how easily someone can get bored of someone so quickly. They all think that this is how it's going to be, forever. But everyone's got so much more dirty little secrets than others think, and I can see those are starting to come out.

Dance dance dance the night away, kiddies. Dance dance dance until you die.

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