Disclaimer: At this point, I own nothing but Adira, her family, her country, her language, and my socks. Anyone want to give me Lance and Gambit for my birthday? Come on! I'll settle for one!
A/N: Well, this is my new fanfic. I have most of the plot laid out in my head, but I'm prone to not finishing stories so you may want to strongly consider reviewing and giving me ideas and praise. Maybe a couple kitty treats? :)This is going to be AU because: 1.) Adira's country and language don't exist in any other world. 2.) I'm adding and taking away people from the Brotherhood, and it may not make sense, but I just want it that way.
"Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in
Things I cannot win
You are the antidote that gets me by
Something strong
Like a drug that gets me high"
The Brotherhood walked into The Bedlam, a little club in Bayville, and heard a rock band playing a cover song.
"Who's this?" Lance asked.
Todd said, "They're called The Endless End of Life. They're name's kind o' lame, but they're pretty good."
But Lance didn't hear him. He was too busy watching the band. He was staring at the lead singer and guitarist.
He looked at his friends, "She looks different."
Gambit said, "Nah, she just another rock star. What so different 'bout her?"
It couldn't have been her clothing, for she was just wearing a sleeveless leather shirt that showed off her bellybutton ring, dark jeans with a chain attacked to the back, and a dark maroon scarf around her neck.
"What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I amI never meant to be so cold"
"I don't know, really," said Lance, staring up at her and trying to figure it out.
"She's got a lot of piercings," Tabitha said.
Lance replied, "That's not it."
"How many does she have?" Rogue said.
Todd counted, "Three on each ear, one on the bellybutton, one on the nose, and one lip ring. That's..."
"Nine," Pietro finished.
"And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now I can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high"
"Maybe it's her hair," Rogue said.
Everyone looked at her strangely. Having long black hair with dark red streaks wasn't quite as noticeable as Rogue's red and white locks.
"What?" she defended.
Todd said, "Yo, I know it! She's freakishly tall! Gotta be at least six feet!"
"I t'ink she's hot," Gambit said, eyeing the girl on stage.
"What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold"
"I don't think it's her looks. I think it's how she's acting. She's really gettin' into the music and having a good time," said Lance.
The group chorused, "Oh."
"Yo, that's lame," Todd said.
"I never meant to be so coldI never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's just no hope
I never meant to be so cold"
"She's not bad. Her guitar playing it really good, and when she sings in a minor key like that, it makes the song sound mysterious," Lance said.
Tabby replied, "Dude, that's a li'l too insightful for me. Just dance with me."
She took his arm and pulled him onto the dance floor.
"What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold"
The band then sang "Home" by Three Days Grace, "Ugly" by The Exies, and three of their own songs. When it was time for the next group, they packed up backstage went into the main area to sit at a table in a corner, far from the stage.
When the Brotherhood stopped dancing the went back to their table and sat down.
Lance took a drink of his Sprite and said, "Well, lookie what we have here. The chick's two tables over."
He got up and, followed by Todd, walked over to the band.
He said, "Hey, this seat taken?"
"There's no seat there."
Lance grabbed a chair from underneath someone at the next table and sat down, "There is now."
The girl rolled her eyes, "Who are you two?"
"My name's Lance, and this is Todd, but we call him Toad. What's your name?"
"I'm Adira. What do you want?"
Todd interrupted, "Yo, you have an accent. Where you from?"
"I doubt you've ever heard of it. I'm from the country of Wyonitu'g. Any other prying questions?" she said.
"Where's that?" said Lance.
She replied, "It's a little island of the coast of India. No one knows where we were originally from because our language is so different and our physical characteristics are so varied. Want another lesson? I'm willing to teach you one."
She looked at him threateningly.
"Hey, Addy, go get us some drinks," said a young man with long black hair.
She sneered, "Why me? I always get them."
"You can pass for twenty-one. We can't," the redheaded man on her other side said.
Adira got up, "Fine, but it'll be the cheap kind. I'm broke until we get payed for a couple more gigs."
When she got back, Lance asked, "So, how old are you?"
"I'm eighteen, but that idiot bartender doesn't check, and he thinks I'm twenty-one," Adira looked as though she wanted to chuckle.
"Come on, Addy. Smile! You're the cheeriest person we know!" said the dark-haired man sarcastically.
"Shut up, Richmond."
"Awe, man! Don't call me that!"
"What, Richie's better?"
"Oh shut up!"
Lance and Todd just sat there chuckling at their sibling-like relationship.
Adira left the table for a moment and came back with six beers, to save another trip.
Lance said, "So, do you go to school?"
"Yeah, I just transferred from Guymond, just south of here. I'm starting at Bayville High tomorrow," she said before she took a sip of her beer.
Lance tried to hide his smile as Todd said, "Hey, that's where we go!"
Wilford, the man with red hair, said, "She'll see you at school tomorrow. Adira can't hold her liquor worth a shit, and her eyes are starting to glaze over. Pretty soon she won't remember English."
Her two friends dragged her out the door as she said, "Hey! I can hold my liquor just..."
"Fine?"
"Yeah. That's it."
"Sure you can."
A/N: So, what do you guys think? I wouldn't mind some suggestions of little things to throw in, even though most of the plot is already laid out in me brain. Remember, reviews always help a writer keep on going. :)