Just Dance
It is safe to say that the Frog brothers do not lead lives of the average American teenager or teenagers from any other country to be precise. They do not do normal things like participating in school sports, as players or spectators, they do not party with friends on weekends, getting into juvenile trouble, they don't go to the mall and they certainly do not go to dances. There is no time for such foolish, childish activities. They have a city to protect as well as a comic book store to run along with bills to pay. No, there is no time for any of those regular high school activities; especially not dances. Just the thought of it causes them to shiver in disgust. Being crowded in a hot, sweaty room with a bunch of annoying kids and tacky decorations sounds just like an absolutely terrible idea to them, it could even be considered torture.
So no, Edgar and Alan do not do school dances. They have never asked anyone to a dance before and no one has asked them either. They are perfectly fine with it. They have no time to socialize with civilians, especially under such spine shivering circumstances. They had never given the idea of attending a dance a single though.
Well, that is until today.
Both brothers were at their lockers quickly piling books necessary for homework into their backpacks. They need to get out of school as soon as possible; their parents decided they would go to work for once, so the boys are anxious to get to the store to make sure it has not been turned to ruins. While they continue to rush, Sam walks towards them with a slight spring in his step. He is buzzing with excitement, practically bouncing off the walls with joy because one of the greatest things had just happened to him, and he needs to inform his closest friends.
"Hey guys!" he says grinning.
Edgar glances as him as he slings on his book bag. "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? Nothing! I'm great, just spectacular!"
"Then why are you acting strange?" Alan asks, adjusting his hat.
"Stranger than normal," his brother adds.
Sam decides to ignore Edgar's usual rude remark; he is in too good of a mood to let anything get him down. "Get this," he says. "Cristey, this girl in my English class, just asked me to go to that Sadie Hawkins dance."
Edgar and Alan exchange looks. This frustrates Sam; it does every time the brothers do it. He can never tell if they are talking about him or making fun of him or whatever the hell they are doing. "You know, the dance where the girls ask the guys out? The one that is next week?"
They blink.
"Do you even know what I am talking about?"
"Of course we do," Edgar says.
"And that is all you're going to say? Or not say, I guess."
Alan feels a little bad for Sam. He does not want to squish his only friend's, aside from Edgar, enthusiasm, even if it is over something stupid. "Good work," he offers.
"Uh, thanks," Sam says making it sound more like a question. The three began to head towards the main doors. "So, are you guys going?"
"Nope," Edgar replies.
"Why? Are you working again? You know, you guys work way too much."
"No," Alan says. "We're not working."
"Then why aren't you going?"
"We don't do dances," Edgar says in his manly, serious vampire hunter tone. "They are a complete waste of time."
"And fun," Sam adds.
"If you want to call that fun."
"Then what are you doing that is so much more fun?"
"The usual," Edgar says. "Someone has to watch this city while the rest of you dance around like idiots."
Sam shakes his head. Sometimes he cannot understand those two. He needs to give them a few lessons in being normal and cool like him. Two girls walk pass them, slowing down to watch the three boys remove their bikes from the bike rack. "I'm not sure about this anymore," one of the girls says. She is the shorter of the two with dark brown hair chopped in a chunky fashion.
Her friend shakes her head. "Just go and get it over with. What is the worst that can happen?"
"He could say no." The girl's dark eyes widen as she says it. Rejection: one of the greatest fears of a teenage girl. How horrible it would be to conjure up enough courage to even go up to a guy and mange to get that question out in that awkwardly squeaky teenage just to be turned down! And in front of people too! Oh, she will just die if that happens! She will scream as she melts in embarrassment, leaving behind only a puddle of teenage girl on the concrete.
"I think that would be the least of your problems," the other says rolling her eyes. "Let's go!" She grabs the brunette by the wrist and drags her over to where Sam and the Frog brothers were standing.
"Excuse me," she says. "My friend here needs to talk to you." The brunette's eyes widen again, mortified by her campaigning's boldness. She is going to be a puddle before she can even get to be rejected.
The three boys look at each other. What the hell is this girl talking about?
The taller girl sighs, shaking her head again so that her blond hair hits against her cheeks. "You," she says pointing to Alan. "My friend, this cute girl here, her name is Eileen and she needs to talk to you." She pushes her friend forward. Eileen stumbles and shoots her friend a glare.
"Gina," she hisses through her teeth. "What are you doing?"
"Just go," Gina whispers for her. "I don't have all day."
Eileen slowly turns to face the three boys. When her eyes stop on Alan, the butterflies start to kick in; angry, vicious butterflies that kick at her stomach until she feels as if she is about to throw up. Oh, please God don't let her throw up! Not in front of people! Please no on people either! Well, maybe Gina. If she must throw up she better do it on that pushy friend of hers. "I. Um," she begins.
Alan blinks, waiting for her to say something.
"I-I."
He is growing impatient. He has a store to check in on before there is no store left. What does this girl have to say that could possibly take so long?
"I-I-I was w-w-wond-d-ering."
That was the only thing he could make out. The rest of her sentence came out in one mass of jumbled up words. "What?"
Eileen bites her lower lip. She already asked him once and now she has to do it again! Could this day get any worse? Well, yeah; he still has to reject her. Maybe she should just stop now while she still has dignity left. Gina jabs her in the back, urging her to speak. Never mind, apparently her friend wants her to die of embarrassment. Just do what Gina told you, Eileen says to herself. Just look him in the eyes and ask. That's all there is too it.
Eileen takes in a breath and looks Alan in right in the eyes. Oh God, he's looking and her and does not look happy! It is all ready over; screwed up for sure! Gina was wrong, it's not that easy; not for her! Fucking Gina! "I was wondering," she says in nearly a whisper. "If you wanted to go to the dance with me next week."
Alan blinks, feeling confused. Did she really just ask that? He glances over at his brother to help. Edgar, in a very un-Edgar like state, is on the verge of bursting out into laughter. He smiles at Alan a shit-eating grin, and Alan has the urge to punch it right off of his face. He knows that for the next couple of days all he will be hearing is Edgar's taunting cackling. Alan scowls at his brother before turning back to the girl. He will tell her no; he does not go to dances and he will not put up with his brother's teasing. Before he gets a chance to turn her down, Sam steps in.
"Excuse us for a second," he says, pulling Alan aside.
Eileen nods and turns to her friend. "See, I told you," she says, her voice cold and sharp like a sliver of ice. "I told you he was going to say no! This is entirely your fault!"
"You were the one that wanted to ask him," Gina replies. "I don't even see why you are asking him."
"I like him" Eileen says, taking a quick glance back at Alan. "I think he's cute."
Gina shrugs. "Fine. But, hey, at least you got it over with! You can always find another guy if he turns you down."
"I suppose."
"You can't tell her no," Sam says to Alan.
"Yeah I can."
"No, you can't. Did you see how scared she was? It will crush her if you say no."
Alan stares at Sam, unsure of what point he is trying to make.
"That would make you a jerk," Sam explains. "And that is not good. I know you guys are supposed to be these badass monster killers, but you can't be that heartless."
"Yeah, Alan," Edgar says. "Have a heart."
Alan glares at his brother. "No. I'm not doing this, Sam."
"Oh yes you are. You are going to tell that girl yes, and then you are going to go with her to the dance and have fun like a normal person. Alrighty, Mister?"
Alan scowls. This has got to be the worst day of his life. Those two are going to get it later.
"Hey, he said he would," Sam says to the girls.
Eileen turns around. "Really?"
Alan looks to Sam, who nods. Yes, he is going. "Yeah, sure I guess," he mumbles.
Eileen grins, her eyes lighting up in pure joy. She would squeal and do those stupid girly jumps if they were still not watching her. She will have to save it for later when it is just her and Gina. Oh, and when she tells her mom! Her mother will be so excited to hear about this! She has a date; a real date that actually said yes! This is the best day of her life! Eileen looks back at her friend. Gina flashes her a thumbs up. "Good job, kid," she says.
"So, what do you want to do? Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet there?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"Oh. Well, we can talk about it later. We have all week to decide!"
Alan looks over at Edgar. He's still grinning, that stupid brother of his. Forget this being the worst day; this is going to be the worst week of his life.
"Are you going with anyone?" Eileen asks Edgar. She is excited now, back to her normal self where she is not afraid to speak.
Edgar scowls at her. How can this girl even ask him that? Does she not know anything? Of course he is not! "No."
"Oh, you could go with Gina!"
"Eh, you're getting a little ahead of yourself," Gina says.
"I think it sounds like a great idea!" Sam says. Edgar shoots his friend a glare, and Alan cannot help smiling. Now Edgar will have nothing to laugh at. He will have to suffer too.
"Yeah!" Eileen exclaims. "You like vampires, right? Gina was just reading a book about them."
"I don't like vampires," Edgar says, returning to his ultra manly voice. Seriously, what is wrong with this girl? "I hate them. We'll see how much you like them they are ripping out your throat and-."
"Alright," Sam cuts in. Good lord, Edgar has no common sense! "That's enough, Edgar. So what do you say?"
"I say-."
"I'm fine with it," Gina says, smirking at Edgar. "It could be fun."
"Yes, fun!" Eileen exclaims.
"Looks like you're going, bro," Alan whispers to Edgar.
"I am going to hit you if you-."
"Good!" Sam says. "It's settled then. We'll catch up with you girls later."
"Yeah. Bye, Alan!" Eileen says, still beaming before Gina pulls her away.
The boys wait until they are out of sight until they start talking again. "I hate you," Edgar says. "I hate you both. And I am not going."
"You kind of have to," Sam says. "They're expecting you."
"That's not my problem."
"You're going," Sam says. "Come on, it won't be that bad. Who knows, maybe you guys will have fun!"
The Frog brothers look at each other sharing expressions of misery. No, it was not going to be fun. There is a reason they do not go to dances. Sam will have to pay for this, he will pay greatly.
So I have one of those Sadie Hawkins dances this week- and just let me say that asking someone out is one of the most terrifying positions one can find one's self in- and it just got me thinking about if the Frog brothers ever went to school dances. They probably didn't, but I shall make them! This will probably be on chapter longer, possibly two but most likely one. It's a bit random and nothing like I have written before, so please bear with me! It is most defiantly not my best work, but bleh.