Hey peeps, DarkMike here again with my third attempt at a multi-chapter fic. This won't be that long; probably only 8 or 9 chapters.
We all know what fluff is; a fic based on the romance a particular and popular pairing. Scientifically speaking, fluff is a species of plot bunny, originating from the Amygdala; the control center of your emotions. There are many kinds of fluff, the most common being pink fluff; mushy-gooshy cutesy-wutesy lovey-dovey romance. There is no problem with pink fluff, I think everyone needs some cliché romance every now and then; it helps keep faith in the human race. And whereas this is a fluff fic, it is governed by the less common, but not non-existent, black fluff. Dark, real-world romance. To those now put off and about to click the back button, I challenge you to give the black fluff a chance. This does contain swearing and teen themes such as drinking, drugs, sex etc. thus the T rating, I figured I should just put up a warning.
And that's why they call me DarkMike. ^^ (Well technically I called myself that, but you get the point)
(Disclaimer: Wow, would you look at that! I DON'T own KND! Go figure, huh?)
Part I
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I got a feeling… Whoo Hoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night...
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"C'mon Hoags, pick up the pace!"
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"Abby! The party's started already!"
"Would ya hold it, Kevin? Abby'll be ready just as soon as..."
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Hoagie glanced at himself in the mirror one last time as she sprinted for the door. Blue shirt, dark jeans, sneakers, black jacket, goggles hanging around his neck; it would have to do, Kyle was waiting and…
The sound of his best friend's car horn erupted through his bedroom window again.
"Hoagie, will you hurry up!" his mother's voice called from downstairs, "If that hyperactive chimp hoots again, I'll make sure his father regrets getting him a car, the regret I've had since the moment he got it!"
Hoagie laughed and bounded down the stairs. Mrs. Gilligan was waiting in the entrance hall as he made a bee line for the door.
"You'll be home by?" she asked.
"4," Hoagie grinned.
"12," she corrected him, "any later and you won't be able to get into the house…"
"In such case I'll crash at Kyle's," he smiled planting a kiss on his mother's cheek.
A horn sounded from outside again and Hoagie opened the door. Mrs. Gilligan's face twisted in irritation.
"Y'know, if you got me a car, this obvious pain would be non-existent," Hoagie said shrugging on his way out.
"Just go before I break out the baseball bat," the woman sighed.
Hoagie Gilligan, age 16, laughed as he shut the door behind him. He began to walk across the lawn towards the car parked on the curb when he froze. Shoving his hand in his jean pocket he let out a sigh of relief as it met soft leather. Squeezing the worn aviator cap he took with him everywhere he continued. Kyle Streusel, Hoagie's best friend since eighth grade, sat in the old banged up convertible his dad had gotten him for his 16th birthday. He was air-drumming to a song blasting form the car's stereo. The song faded away as a new one started. Hearing the songs opening, he spun his head to look at Hoagie, who also hearing the opening sprinted for the car.
"I got a feeling!" Kyle shouted with the song, his green eyes flashing from behind strands of his ash-blond hair.
"Whoo Hoo," Hoagie sung dramatically as he jumped over the door an into the car's passenger seat.
"That tonight's gonna be a good night," they sang in unison, "That tonight's gonna be a good night, that tonight's gonna be a good good night!"
The two packed out laughing as they pulled away from the curb and sped down the street.
"So Kyle my main man," Hoagie said, the song continuing in the background, "Are we ready for the biggest party of the year?"
"I would definitely think so my comrade," Kyle said trying to sound intelligent, "we have spent many a night at various other shin-digs preparing ourselves for this illustrious event."
"You mean getting shit-faced at any party we could find so that we wouldn't puke on our shoes at this one?"
"You freakin' know it," Kyle laughed, "and you know I think I'm really getting somewhere with Fanny."
Hoagie laughed.
"I'm serious man…"
"Dude, of all of the chicks you could have possibly chosen to obsess over, why Fanny-Pants?" Hoagie asked shaking his head.
"I believe there's a wonderful loving person underneath that boy-hating and rather scary outer casing…" Kyle said defensively.
"And the fact that you saw in a bikini at the beach that once has nothing to do with this?"
"Dude," Kyle said in a dreamy voice, "it was beautiful."
Hoagie looked at his friend's dazed expression and laughed again.
"Didn't she see you gawking?"
"Her friend did," Kyle shrugged, "Tried to tell her that I was."
"And?"
"Deny everything, my friend," Kyle smirked, "You live longer."
Hoagie laughed.
"'Sides, its better than crushing on a girl who is one; completely in the friend zone, scratch that, best friend zone, two; way outta my league and three; for the sprinkles on top, dating the Kevin Johnson; captain of the basketball team and president of student body, not to mention he's a senior…"
"Okay, okay," Hoagie said punching him in the side, "I get it."
The car swerved causing an oncoming station wagon to blare its horn. Kyle regained control of the vehicle and gave Hoagie a death glare. The brown-haired teen grinned cockily and Kyle couldn't help but to do the same.
"You're lucky you're my best friend," he said, "or otherwise you'd be street pizza at this very moment."
"Man you couldn't throw me out a car if you wanted to," Hoagie chuckled, "You're too much of a nice guy."
There was a moment of silence as Kyle maneuvered across a busy intersection.
"And I'm not crushing on her," Hoagie said staring straight ahead.
"D.e.n.i.a.l: Don't even notice I am lying."
"Shut up."
They pulled up outside a large modern house just as a dark skinned girl their age appeared through the front door. She was wearing a simple grey blouse, jeans and sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into a pony with a few curly strands hanging around her face. A pair of black sunglasses could be seen peaking from her jean pocket. Hoagie stared; she looked stunning.
"Ms. Lincoln!" Kyle called out standing on his seat, "we understand you are attending an event most viscous tonight, may we escort you?"
"That's virtuous, retard," Hoagie groaned, "Ignore him, Abs, he's been dinking Red Bull again."
Abby Lincoln laughed at her two friends and shook her head.
"Hey guys," she called back, "where Abby'd love to join her two best guy friends in the Kylemobile but…"
She was stopped by a muscular arm wrapping round her waist.
"She's got me," Kevin Johnson smiled coming up behind her and kissing her neck.
Hoagie looked away immediately. He was taller than her
"Mr. President!" Kyle called, "You're coming to the party?"
"What? I can't have some fun?" Kevin laughed.
Hoagie was silent and facing forward.
"'So long as you don't get wasted and puke on your GF there," Kyle said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Kevin laughed again, "Thanks for the concern Kyle."
"We'll see you guys there," Abby said turning to face her boyfriend. They kissed softly and she giggled.
"Suite yourself," Kyle shrugged sitting down again, "we'll see you there, don't take too long now."
Abby laughed mischievously as he hit the gas and the car lurched forward.
"Bye Hoagie!" Abby called sarcastically.
Hoagie waved as they sped away. Kyle looked over at him as they turned onto the freeway. Hoagie felt his glare.
"Shut up," he said without looking at him.
"Nope," Kyle said, "not crushing at all."
"Go to hell."
"Hey," Kyle laughed, "I go to church, unlike you, you atheist bastard."
"Fuck off."
Kyle burst out laughing.
"So what's our strat' for tonight?" he asked.
"Same as usual," Hoagie sighed, "Get wasted and hope we don't do something we regret."
"Sound like famous last words to me."
"Just drive."
They turned into Newbank, the richest neighborhood in town.
"Jesus," Hoagie said, "I can't even look at these houses without my wallet hurting."
"That is why Kerry Sanderson is having a party and not us," Kyle chuckled, "I'm suddenly very happy she's a neglected rich bitch who spites her parents enough to have a huge ass party and wreck the house while they're out of town."
"Damn right," Hoagie said as they fist pounded.
As they drove through the maze of ridiculously priced homes a distant pounding could be heard. They turned into a street Hoagie was sure they'd already been down.
"D'you have any idea where you're going?" he asked.
"Nope," Kyle said in calm tone, "Just following the base man, following the base…"
He turned down another street and the pounding grew louder. He grinned proudly at his friend, flashing his brace-fixed teeth. Hoagie laughed. After a few more minutes of driving in semi-circles they came across a street lined with cars on either side.
"Must be the place," Kyle said grinning.
He pulled over onto the nearest curb and parked the car. At the flick of a switch and the car's roof began to slowly raise form the rear of the car. The two guts climbed out of the car.
"Aint you gonna lock?" Hoagie asked as they started making their way up the street.
"In Newbank? Nah," Kyle said, "Every house has its own small army of security guards; there hasn't been a robbery in this neighborhood in months."
"What makes you sure that any security guard would give a crap about that piece of shit?"
"Reputation my dear Watson; this is called the safest 'hood in the state and a robbery is a robbery, it's not gonna happen."
They laughed as they followed the trail of parked cars. Then the house came into view. Hoagie stopped dead; this place made the other buildings in the area look like monopoly houses. Not even monopoly hotels, freakin' houses. It was a palace, with a least five floors and a balcony on each. Music poured from every window, door and opening. A chair burst through one of the upper storey windows. Hoagie and Kyle fist pounded again as they stared in awe at the colossal structure.
"20 bucks says Ricky Benova threw that chair," Hoagie grinned.
"Meathead," Kyle laughed.
They joined the stream of kids making their way into the house, Kyle already flirting with someone.
"I have a car…" he was saying.
The young blond actually seemed interested as they walked in together. Hoagie shook his head and chuckled. He passed through the doorway and the outside world seemed to disappear; the entrance hall by itself seemed bigger than his entire house. Groups of teens were scattered throughout the room, chatting and greeting those just arriving.
"The Hoagster!" someone shouted from behind him.
Jason Chan, a tall, lanky Asian kid a year older than him appeared from one of the many doors leading out of the room. He jogged up to Hoagie and they fist pounded.
"You made it man!" Jason said cheerfully, his breath stank of beer.
"Hey Chan," Hoagie said, "How many you had already?"
"Six, seven maybe twenty-five," he said with a chuckle, "But don't worry, you'll be joining me shortly."
"Damn right," Hoagie laughed, "Where can a dude find somethin' to drink in this place?"
"Just about any room," Jason said patting him on the shoulder, "This party is everywhere."
Hoagie made his way into what he figured was the dining room. Well, whatever it was before, it was a club now. The huge room had been fitted with sickest lights Hoagie had ever seen. A set of turntables sat against the back wall with music pounding from the huge amps on either side. There were people packed onto the floor; dancing grinding, making out. Hoagie fought his way through the crowd to the bar on the far side of the room. The bartender was a guy in his twenties, he smiled as Hoagie approached.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
"Anything with vodka."
He pulled out a Smirnoff Spin from the cooler at his feet and placed it on the counter.
"Better start small man," he said, "this is gonna be a long night."
Hoagie grabbed the drink and cracked it open, "I know."
He downed it and, placing the empty bottle on the counter, he joined the dance floor. He was grabbed instantly by Gracy Pickler, who began to slide herself up and down his body. An hour later he stumbled back into the entrance hall to see Kyle coming down a set of stairs. His hair was messed up and his shirt on backwards.
"And?" he asked.
"Second," he sighed, "she got cold feet."
"A pity, she was cute."
"Yeah."
The two stood in silence as they mourned the loss.
"So what's happening upstairs?" Hoagie asked.
"Much more mellow," Kyle said correcting his shirt, "the stoners have the lounge area, and every bedroom is taken if you know what I mean, but the deck is chilled; some slower music and a bar."
"Well I've had my share of bump 'n grind for a while, wanna head up there?"
"Why not," Kyle shrugged, "I think I saw Abby up there."
"And Kevin?"
"Didn't see him."
Kyle pulled his shirt back over his head to see Hoagie halfway up the stairs already. Laughing he sprinted after him.
"Not crushing at all!" he called.
"Fuck off!"
They came out onto the deck to find it relatively empty compared to the other rooms of the house. A few couches were spread out along with some dividers. They made their way to the bar and grabbed a drink each.
"Hey there she is," Kyle said pointing to a couch off to one side, "who's that with her?"
Hoagie turned to see a young girl their age sitting beside Abby, chatting and laughing. She whore a green tank top and black tights with sneakers. Her black, lower-back length hair fell loosely across her pretty, Asian features.
"Kuki Sanban," Hoagie smiled in disbelief.
"Who?" Kyle asked but Hoagie was already halfway between where they had been standing and the two girls.
"Stop doing that!" he called as he rushed after him.
Kuki looked up as Hoagie approached. Her face lit up with a beautiful smile. Her violet eyes still twinkled just as they did the last time he saw her.
"My God," she said standing up, "Hoagie Pennywhistle Gilligan Junior?"
"Kuki freakin' Sanban!" he said as they embraced, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm back!" she smiled as he held her.
"You mean…"
"Yup, my dad retired and asked if we wanted to move back."
"Just in time for High School," Hoagie laughed, "you have some timing."
Kuki laughed as well, taking the Bacardi from his hand, "Well you seem prepared."
"A lot happens in three years, Kooks."
"Don't worry," she said with a mischievous grin, "I can hold my own; you won't believe the shit they drink in Tokyo."
They all laughed, except Kyle, who was standing with a very confused look on his face. Hoagie turned to see him and laughed again.
"Shit I almost forgot," he said placing an arm over Kyle's shoulders, "Kyle Streusel; Kuki Sanban, Kuki Sanban; Kyle Streusel."
They shook hands.
"It's a pleasure," Kuki smiled, "Abby was just telling me how the two of you are joined at the hip."
"Yeah and Abby has also seemed to drop off the face of the planet," Abby huffed from the couch.
"Ahhh we don't have to greet her," Kyle said to Kuki waving a hand at her, "she spends so much time with us she's probably sick of our voices, I would know 'cause I'm sick of hers."
A couch cushion smacked him on the side of the head causing another giggle-breakout.
"Join us boys," Abby said raising her drink.
They pulled another couch to face the one the girls were sitting on and parked themselves.
"Where's Kevin?" Hoagie asked as he sat back into the plush.
"Had to leave early," Abby sighed, "he's gotta be at school at five tomorrow."
"But tomorrow's Sunday?" Kyle said.
"School Board meeting," Abby said taking a sip from her glass.
"That's our president," Kyle said eyes shining, "devoted, trustworthy, working for us. I voted for him y'know?"
"We know, Kyle," Hoagie groaned, "and if you recite that campaign poster one more time, I'm gonna steal your kidneys, all three of them."
The conversation eased on; they spoke about Kuki's time in Japan, how much had changed; the usual I-haven't-seen-you-in-years convo.
"The last time I saw the two of you, you were holding hands in the departure terminal," Kuki laughed.
Abby blushed and Hoagie smiled.
"Gosh we cried hard," Abby smiled, "almost as hard as when Nigel left."
"Nigel?" Kyle asked.
"Nigel Uno," Kuki sighed, "a good, good friend of ours. He left for something back in sixth grade, but can you believe I can't remember what?"
"Funnily enough neither can I," Hoagie chuckled, "never asked his parents, dunno why."
"Wow," Kyle said, "you guys go way back…"
"Yup," Kuki grinned, "Me, Abs, Hoagie, Nigel and Wally."
"Beatles?" Kyle asked in surprise.
"We knew him before he became Beatles," Abby said, "Does he still write to you?"
Kuki smiled, "Once a week."
"I hear you're only allowed to send one letter a week in there," Hoagie grinned, "I guess he's not writing to his parents."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"He's doing better," Kuki smiled, "He's studying, says he wants to become a doctor."
"And he used to faint at the sight of blood," Hoagie said shaking his head and taking another swig of his fourth Bacardi.
Kuki then asked Kyle something and the two of them started talking. Hoagie looked over at Abby. She was staring into space and smiling. She caught his eye and laughed.
"Stop thinking about me," Hoagie grinned, "you look like a goof when you drool."
Abby giggled, "How d'you know I'm not thinking of Kevin?"
"Because then you'd be touching your lips, thinking of the physical relationship you have. But you were smiling and thinking of all these feelings and emotions you have for me, which makes you much happier. I don't think it's appropriate though."
"Oh no?" Abby smirked raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, we're friends and you have a boyfriend, people would start saying things," Hoagie said definitely.
Abby giggled again, and Hoagie smiled. Only two people in the world could make Abigail Lincoln giggle like a true girl; Kevin and him, and he was convinced that the one for him was far more sincere.
"See what I mean?" Kyle smirked as they zoned back in.
"What?" Hoagie asked causing him and Kuki to laugh.
"What?" Hoagie asked again looking at Abby who just smiled mischievously.
"Drink run!" Kuki said standing up, "same again for everyone?"
Abby and Kyle confirmed as Hoagie stood as well, "You're gonna need some more hands."
As they walked off to the bar Abby glared at Kyle, who gave her a big toothy grin.
"Stop," she frown-smiled.
"What?" Kyle asked holding his hands up defensively.
"You know; stop."
"I am doing nothing wrong…" Kyle tried to say but was stopped by Abby leaning over and beating him with another cushion.
"Woe!" Kyle called out between blows, "How cruel is fate that these star-crossed lovers must deny each other so! Woe!"
"I'm never helping you with your Literature homework again," Abby laughed.
The evening continued, and as blood-alcohol levels continued to rise; the subject of conversation changed drastically, namely sexual, as it always does.
"I'm sorry," Kyle said chuckling, "but have any of you seen her in a bikini?"
"I didn't even know she owned a bikini," Abby said.
"I didn't know she was a girl," Hoagie laughed.
"Trust me man," Kyle said finishing another bottle of something, "she is definitely a girl; that bikini was so small…"
"Enough!" Abby said covering her face with her hands, "Abby does not need those images."
Kuki laughed.
"I don't mind 'em too much…" she said biting her bottom lip.
Kyle fell backwards into the chair kicking his legs about and muffling a scream as Abby and Hoagie canned themselves.
Evening turned to morning as the clock struck one. All liquids had lost their taste now.
"I am not driving home tonight…" Kyle giggled.
"It was those fuckin' shooters!" Kuki laughed from where she lay across Hoagie's lap, "whose idea was that anyway?"
Abby raised her hand.
"I'm sorry Kooks," she said, "but I had to see you pissed."
"Let's head downstairs?" Hoagie suggested, "the bar downstairs has vodka."
"And there's a dance floor," Kuki pouted, "I wanna dance."
"It's settled then," Abby said standing up. She stumbled and giggled at herself.
A few minutes later they were at the bar. The bartender smiled at them, still stone cold sober.
"You brought friends," he laughed, "and by the looks of things you guys need vodka."
"I love this man," Hoagie smirked, "and I'm comfortable enough with myself to say that."
They started doing relays; dancing for a while and then heading to the bar for a break. By four they could only dance because the room was spinning so much if they tried to do anything else they'd probably pass out. Hoagie's head was light and ears pounding. The flashing lights had made his vision unreliable. He could see Kuki and Kyle dancing together off to his one side but they were the only people he recognized. He stumbled out of the crowd and slouched against a wall. Abby walked up to him and fell against the wall as well.
"You okay?" she smiled at him, sounding surprisingly sober.
"A little weary," Hoagie laughed, "But I'll be fine."
He looked at her and smiled.
"What?" she asked, feeling self conscious.
"I'm sure Kev is really sorry he isn't here right now."
"And why is that?"
"In your state, I'm sure you'd do all sorts of unexpected things."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Well I don't want to disappoint you, and seeing as Kevin isn't here…"
Next thing he knew he was back out on the dance floor and she in front of him twisting and sliding with the rhythm and moving her arms about. Then her arms fell onto his shoulders as their faces came closer. They rocked slowly together as the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Abby looked at him with weary eyes, her smile was a little droopy and her hair a bit messy but she was still beautiful. All thoughts of boyfriends and public opinion we're long gone. Their faces were moving even closer together now; all he could feel was her arms around him and her body pressed against his. All he could hear was the sound of her breathing on his face. Her breath smelled of booze but he didn't care. He looked into her eyes and she looked into his, their lips now millimeters apart. And then they kissed, lightly at first, controlled by feelings neither of them were sure of. Then hormones kicked in and the kiss became more passionate and their tongues began exploring each other's mouths. They stood there, in the center of the dance floor, lip-locked for all the world to see. Kyle turned to see this and sobered up very quickly. He grabbed Kuki by the shoulders and turned her to face the scene.
"Oh God," she said covering her mouth with her hand.
"Oh Jesus," Kyle said frowning.
"I got a feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night," the song played in the background, "that tonight's gonna be a good night, that tonight's gonna be a good, good night…"
Transmission Interrupted…
Well that was fun.
Oh, and before I get sued:
"I gotta a feeling" and all its lyrics belong to the Black Eyed Peas.
Let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing.
DarkMike