Something There

Chapter 1: Metal Princess

violetsaregrace (21:31) Click that link!

violetsaregrace (21:35) Did you finish watching?

Hardbeck (21:35) I spent approx. 2 seconds on that video before closing it.

violetsaregrace (21:35) Awwww Rich! I love that song though

Hardbeck (21:36) That was a song? You actually call that music?

(alosexgod has joined the chat)

alosexgod (21:36) OI! You guys need to start adding me to the convo.

Hardbeck (21:36) Sure, if you're planning on changing your username anytime soon.

violetsaregrace (21:37) It is a little off-putting, Alopops! Sorry

alosexgod (21:37) Whatever, can't stop this hotness… I miss shortstuff, is Franks getting on tonight?

violetsaregrace (21:38) I miss her too, but I think she's busy tonight. I need to go soon anyway to get ready for the 1st day of school 2moz!

Hardbeck (21:38) Argh you're still excited for that?

violetsaregrace (21:38) BEYOND!

alosexgod (21:39) Me too! New girls, less classes = amazeballs

Hardbeck (21:40) More demanding classes? And more girls to reject you? Glad you're excited about that.

violetsaregrace (21:40) Hush… Anyway Alo and I have a secret mission for 2moz!

alosexgod (21:40) Oh fuck… Yeah, almost forgot!

Hardbeck (21:41) Uhmm what 'mission'?

violetsaregrace (21:41) It was Alo's idea, but I fully support it.

alosexgod (21:43) We're getting you a girl! CLUNGEEEEE

violetsaregrace (21:43) Ewww

Hardbeck (21:44) WHAT? Ugh I do not trust you guys at all.

violetsaregrace (21:45) Don't worry we'll find you a Metal Princess! :D

"First class?" My Dad asks sharply, as he leads the way through the hallway.

I glance down at my neatly drawn out timetable and make the decision to color code it during my free later on. First class of my A Level studies is English Literature.

"English Lit." He nods tersely before realizing he didn't ask which classroom yet. He opens his mouth slightly to ask, but I answer first. "B22"

He switches directions suddenly, so I have to run behind him with my over-the-shoulder bag hitting the back of my legs as I do so. Jesus, two tall parents and I end up so tiny. I bump right into his back as he stops abruptly in front of a classroom. I peer inside and see my two best friends sitting on the other side of the room. I am too busy panting from the walk to say anything other than, "Thanks Daddy." I side step around him to join my friends, but it seems like my Dad has a whole lecture planned for me.

"Have a productive day, Gracie. Listen to everything the teachers tell you." He takes one hand out from behind his back so he can wag a finger at me. "Remember you have to get all As, so don't spend all your time gossiping with these dimwits you call friends." I have to suppress the urge to giggle at the fact he said 'gossiping' and also the urge to roll my eyes as he has always disapproved of my dimwits. I tune out for the next two minutes, but make sure to keep nodding. Finally he kisses my head awkwardly. "Have a good day."

I take a step into the room, but my Father's voice makes me turn my head back around.

"I almost forgot….' He says, as if he is about to reveal the secret to living to infinity. "No chewing gum!"

I give a forced smile, trying to make it seem like I value this information more than anything else and finally run over to my boys. I know they will positively hate me calling them my boys… Well, I know one definitely hates it anyway. They are named Alo and Rich; Alo is wonderful, funny and lives on a farm, which really is fucking cool. Rich, on the other hand, can be moody, judgmental and sometimes a complete sod, but for some reason we get on well. I hover over their desk as Rich stretches his arms over his head to yawn.

"Were you just getting the Blood Daily lecture?" He asks, smirking knowingly. Six, nearly seven, years of friendship means he knew a lot about my family; even though my Dad would rather them not know anything about him. I nod and decide to joke along with him.

"Yes and the most valuable lesson I learnt was no chewing gum." I say, raising my head a little higher to look snobbish. Rich sniggers and shakes his head. Alo calls my name in a bored tone to get my attention.

"You coming to Fishponds later?" I sigh, shaking my head.

"I have ballet today." Alo shrugs, but Rich seemed to be frowning although it is nearly unnoticeable.

"Take your seats!" A teacher's booming voice says, as I glance around realizing there is no seat next to my friends.

"Ummm… where am I supposed to be sitting?" I whisper urgently to the boys. They simultaneously point to the seat in front of them; it is a lonely seat in the front of the class. I raise my eyebrows in shock.

"By myself?!" I sadly remember then how it is usually Franky and I sitting next to each other, but she moved away. I sit down and turn my head slightly to give them a glare. I know how much they dislike 'The Grace Glare', as they call it. I sulkily turn back to the front and give them the silent treatment the whole time. I even ignore being hit on the back of my head with a scrunched up piece of paper. The teacher notices it though and shouts at Alo for being an immature boy. I decide to forgive them then, because I couldn't help but laugh along with Rich at Alo's misfortune.

"Gracie, who's that?" Alo asks with his mouth full of his burger. I glance behind me to see who he was pointing at in a very not-so-subtle way. I see a tall, blonde girl who is giggling and pointing at someone else with another girl who has shorter and has dark skin and black hair cut in some unusual style. I have never really had friends who were girls, apart from Franky and I think she's the only girl Rich would ever really approve of. I'm an exception, because he has known me since we were little, but we only met Franky 3 or 4 years ago.

"I don't know," I say simply, turning back around in my seat. Rich nudges Alo in the ribs and before he can curse loudly, Rich says;

"Why would Grace know? We only just got here."

"She's a girl, they're girls." Alo says with a grimace due to the pain he was in, as Rich and I exchange a smile at Alo's logic. "Anyway they were in our English class and maybe you all had drama together."

I give a little shake of my head to disprove Alo's theory as I chew on the last bite of my tuna sandwich.

"We should get to class…" I say, beginning to stand up and wave at Alo. "Have fun in ICT, Alopops!"

I look at Rich expectantly, but he seems a little slow on the uptake.

"What?" He mumbles, shoving a few more chips into his mouth. "Still five minutes left."

"I don't know the way, do you?" I ask sounding a little whiney, walking around to his side of the table and pulling lightly on his arm. He gives out a loud groan and finally stands up after grabbing the last few chips.

"Fucking hell, alright. Just get off me please." I smirk and lead the way out, giving another wave in Alo's direction but he is entranced by the blonde girl sitting across the room.

History is the first class of the day where I am able to sit next to one of my friends, even if this one keeps being grumpy and rolling his eyes at things I say. We were given an exercise about Hitler's timeline to test how much we remembered from GCSE's. I have to poke Rich in his side every time he refuses to show me the answers.

"Why are you taking History anyway?" He asks rather rudely, after I poked him once too many times. I cough before sitting up a little straighter.

"Well, along with Drama, French, Music and English I figured I needed something a little more…" I purse my lips as I try to think of the right word. "Academic."

He still doesn't seem satisfied with my answer and narrows his eyes at me. "Yeah… I thought you were going to pick Biology." I nod.

"I was wondering whether to take History or Biology, but none of my friends take Biology…"

"Oh…" Was all he could say in reply. Humph, that told him. I notice after that he actually willingly begins showing me his answers.

"Are you sure that one's right?" I ask after a few minutes of silence, pointing at the date of death. He sighs, and I know he was about to snap at me again.

"Yeah, I am." He says, as if he was challenging me to come up with a better answer. I shrug, because I couldn't actually remember anything about Germany, it was more Rich's forte. My favorite part of History is the Black Civil Rights Movement. "And stop breathing all over me with your tuna breath."

I poke him again before getting a mint from my bag. I offer one to him and he accepts, so I quickly realize he didn't have a problem with my breath, but just wanted a mint. Typical Rich.

We finish the activity pretty quickly after that and we play noughts and crosses to pass away the time; we finish on a tie. I do a spot of people watching when Rich falls into another silence. I smile when I saw a girl with a collection of dog erasers; I mean that's adorable! Maybe she could be a potential friend. I am about to swivel around in my chair to look at some people behind me, but I spot Rich staring at me intensely. As soon as I spotted him doing it, he looks away. I brush at my face with the back of my hand to check if he is staring at some food stain or something.

I swivel around in my seat again and then my eyes latch on to her. And by her, I mean her – the metal princess. Long dark hair with hints of red in it, chipped black nails, tight shirt with one of Rich's favorite bands on it – SUNN. I turn back quickly in my seat and shake Rich a little, shouting "BINGO!" in excitement. I grin stupidly before remembering I am in the middle of a History class. Rich looks at me in horror before reacting quickly.

"Uh… she suffers from a censored version of Teurettes." That gets a laugh from some of the confused students and an intense frown from the teacher.

"What the fuck was that about?" Rich mutters angrily, leaning in closer to me.

"Turn around," I whisper back with a small smile creeping up on my face once more. He does that reluctantly and freezes. He has seen her then and he approves in his own Rich way.

"She's alright… I suppose." He says, after he's turned back around.

As soon as the bell goes off, I drag him by the arm out of the classroom.

"Ugh… geroff" He grumbles, but I pick up my pace and start to run, so he has to walk a little faster. When we get outside I find Alo standing by his van, smoking.

"ALO!" I shout over to him, waving manically.

"People are really starting to think there's something wrong with you now." Rich says in a low voice.

"What's going on?" Alo asks when I have finished dragging Rich over to the van, which was a lot of hard work actually because Rich is extremely heavy... metal. Oh Grace, that was a terrible attempt at a joke.

"I found her… A metal princess that Rich actually approves of." Alo's eyes widen in surprise and hugs Rich giving him a few pats on the back. Rich stands there, looking like he wants to poke Alo's eyes out and then move on to strangle me.

"So you talked to her then?" He asks enthusiastically and I laugh whilst pointing at Rich.

"You've seen him talking to girls… He needs a little bit of help, I think." I say, giving an innocent smile and batting my eyelashes in Rich's direction.

"I do not!" Rich protests, but Alo's shout overpowers his whine.

"THEN CLUNGE CITY HERE WE COME!" My eyes pop out in horror and Rich throws his face in his hands.

"Let's just go…"

A/N: meep, this idea has been formulated for literally years, but only now am I finally publishing it and so if you want to see this updated more, I'm just going to put it out there that reviews make me work a whole lot faster ((((((((: