A/N: So, I've decided to try my hand at something less-angsty than usual. To be honest, I wasn't originally going to post this, but Sam read it and loved it, so I took her advice and posted it here.

This was inspired by grey-eyed-goddess's fic Banging, so if you're ever in the Wicked section, you should check it out.

Once again, kudos to Sam the Beta.

One more thing: I curse a lot. There is excessive profanity in the first chapter, but I'll tone it down a bit for the other chapters. I promise.

Disclaimer: Well I'm pretty sure I'm not a man, which means I can't be Jonathan Larson.

"Ass!" I shouted. I slammed my hand down onto the desk. My empty coffee cup fell to the floor. "Fuck."

"Bitch!" Maureen called out from the bathroom.

"Douche!" yelled Roger from the couch.

"Um… shit?" Mark said hesitantly.

"Dick!" chimed in Collins.

"Why are we randomly shouting obscenities?" questioned Joanne as she entered the room.

"My dumbass school screwed up my schedule," I mumbled. "They forgot to add an art class and they put me in Driver's Ed again!" I once again slammed my hand down onto my desk. This time, my plate of cold noodles slid off and spilled its contents on the floor. "Shit!"

"I don't see what's so bad with Driver's Ed. I mean, it's not like you actually do anything." Maureen made her presence in the room known. We all glanced to where she was standing—dripping wet, might I add—in the doorway.

"Maureen, you're making a wet spot on the floor. Whatever happened to drying yourself off after a bath? Now I'm gonna have to dry my floor."

Maureen grinned, but said nothing.

I continued. "Besides, I already took Driver's Ed. last year. We only need to take it sophomore year to graduate. By assigning me Driver's Ed. again, they're taking my art class away, which is something I actually signed up for." I bent down to clean up my noodles. "I freaking love art, so now I have to call the school and tell them how badly they screwed my schedule so they'll actually give me an art class."

"Well then, problem solved," pointed out Collins from his position on the floor.

"No, not problem solved. Last year when they screwed up my schedule, my parents tried to call the school, but the counselor was never in her office. That means she isn't going to be in her office this year, which means I'm going to have to deal with a wonky schedule!"

"Wonky?" Mark asked.

"Yes, wonky. I like that word. Is there a problem?" I snapped.

Hearing no answer from Mark, I turned away from my computer to glare at him. He was staring at the floor. I giggled.

"What?" Mark looked at me, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Nothing," I waved it off. "You're just so cute when you're flustered."

His cheeks flushed a deep red and he stared at the floor again.

"What other classes have they given you this year?" asked Roger. He took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly.

"Could you not do that in here? I'd like to not get lung cancer, if that's alright with you." Roger made no effort to put his cigarette out.

I turned back to the desk and grabbed my schedule. "Well according to this, I've got Phys. Ed." I gagged, "with Mrs. Fry?! Oh, come on! I had her last year!" I heard Collins on the floor, trying to suppress a laugh. "Ugh. Mrs. Mariani is so much better. At least I've got her for Health." I scanned my schedule again. "Well, I have two different Study Halls, Physics, Advanced Mathematics, A.P. History of the US, Honors English, and Psychology." I sighed. "It's gonna be a tough year."

Silence. I turned my attention back to the computer and began typing.

"There is no future, there is no past," the TV sang.

"How many times have you seen this?" Joanne asked. I grinned.

"Well, it's August now, and I got my copy in April. So far, I've watched it every day since, and the first two weeks or so that I had it, I watched it a few times a day on the weekend. I'd say… at least more than a hundred times."

"You're hopeless," Collins mumbled. I grinned again.

"I believe the term is 'Hopelessly Devoted.'"

Maureen giggled and began to sing, "Hopelessly devoted to youuuu!"

Mark smirked and Joanne rested her face in her palms. "It's gonna be a long day," she mumbled.

So, please R&R. Let me know if I should continue with this. I'd love to hear what you think.

Twisted