Hi, everyone, MarcellusMiro66 here! Once a replacement story for The Breakfast Club and takes inspiration from GROJBANDIAN180's Just Wanna Scream, I decided to return to this story and inject some fresh blood into it. The premise is essentially the same: Corey focuses on arranging a new band called The Toxic Scions with his new manager/love interest Lacey Shadows after his former band abandons him, with a homage to 80's movies and Quentin Tarantino flicks. However, the story's format is practically Cheers and Arrested Development Meets Parker Lewis Can't Lose and Entourage. This story is more sitcom than full-length movie.
The first synopsis is described as such below:
Season 1: When his former band abandons him for a rival, Corey Riffin decides to pick up the pieces of his old life and start a new one. He meets a girl named Lacey Shadows, who shares his passion for music and is subsequently hired as his new manager. They both decide to travel to certain areas of the US where the "best of the best" are located. With their new band, they decide to train to compete against the Newmans in the upcoming Battle of the Bands.
The band members are also listed below:
• Corey Riffin (voiced by Lyon Smith): The 16-year-old head of the Toxic Scions and the lead vocalist. He is the only straight man aside from his love interest Lacey; his counterparts are Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy and Ryan Gosling of Dead Man's Bones.
• Lacey Shadows (voiced by Mae Whitman): The 16-year-old band manager of the Toxic Scions and Corey's love interest. She is a nice and sweet girl, but she also is overprotective of her loved ones; her counterparts are Amy Lee of Evanescence and Suzi Quatro of The Pleasure Seekers.
• Sunset Shimmer (voiced by Rebecca Shoichet): A 14-year-old runaway and the primary bassist/secondary vocalist of the Toxic Scions. She is reluctant to join the band after her friends abandon her, but eventually warms up to the group; her counterparts are Demi Lovato and Joan Jett of Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.
• Lincoln Loud (voiced by Collin Dean): A 11-year-old runaway and the main drummer. His superstitious family accuses him of being bad luck, so he gets kicked out of the household, prompting him to run away in response. His counterpart is Ringo Starr of The Beatles and Keith Moon of The Who.
• Blythe Baxter (voiced by Ashleigh Ball): A 13-year-old fashion designer and the secondary bassist who sees Sunset as her idol. She also provides the costumes worn by the members. Her counterparts are Madonna and Beyoncé.
• Oskar Greason (voiced by Jon Heder); A 16-year-old high school dropout and the main keyboardist of the band. His counterparts are Slash of Gun N' Roses and Jeremy Renner.
With that said...
Enjoy! If you can...
(Wednesday, October 12th 2016)
(12:00 N)
It seemed only yesterday that a seemingly unbreakable bond...was finally broken. But it's true.
Corey groggily opened his eyes and ears to find that he had slept on the couch, dampening the pillow his head was on with tears in the process. The reason for his crying was good enough; he had been subjected to bullying and torment for the past two years. His former friends had played the primary part alongside their former rivals turned allies, The Newmans. Though it may surprise you, however, this is not the reason why he was crying. No, he was crying because the incident that occurred yesterday confirmed their team up and his team breakup. One incident later, he was covered in pizza, french fries, blood, sweat, and smears. He didn't want to elaborate more for the viewers; many of them had read the story that inspired this one. The only difference? After a particularly nasty incident involving an aluminum baseball bat and a pair of dumbbells, Principal Jackson had no other way to deal with him.
He stood up and headed for the bathroom; five to ten minutes and knife cuts later, he emerged fresh and clean, a towel wrapped around his waist. Heading to his bedroom and toward his closet, he was eventually dressed in a brown leather jacket, a light blue long-sleeve button-up shirt, a black muscle T-shirt, a pair of blue slim fit jeans, and a pair of brown flat-bottomed boots. Corey wasn't particularly fond of jeans, but after yesterday (and the fact his legs were unintentionally cut in the shower), he was beginning to like this fashion sense. Corey reached for his new dark brown cap (beanies were overrated anyway) and slipped it over his head. He opened his clothes drawer and pulled out a Colt M1991A1, checking the ammunition and grabbing two additional magazines. Tucking the gun into his jacket and glancing over to his clock, it had read exactly 2:00 in the afternoon; school was almost at an end for the day. He instantly found it pointless to head to school now and decided to head for an eatery for the time being.
Today was the first day of his expulsion...and he was going to make the most of it.
Outside the city limits of Peaceville and inside the city limits of Chicago, Corey did not make the mistake of leaving his wallet at his house. After a few moments of glancing around, he spotted a peculiar looking restaurant: The Hawthorne Grill, which looked rather small on the outside yet bigger on the inside, a suspicion confirmed when he entered inside. He had to admit that this particular restaurant had style; the main was retro with a bit of 50's/70's vibe, complete with muscle cars serving as the tables and disco balls and jukeboxes adding a distinct musical accompaniment rarely found in modern restaurants nowadays. That being said, it did look awfully similar to the Jack Rabbit Slim's from Pulp Fiction.
The sound of his growling stomach interrupted him. Eat first, think later... Taking a seat, Corey ordered a "burnt to a crisp" bacon cheeseburger with a side of steak fries and a $5 "Martin and Lewis" milkshake. Ten to fifteen minutes later, his entrée arrived and he took a moment to observe what the cooks prepared for him. The cheeseburger was indeed burnt to a crisp with perfectly crunchy bacon and melted cheddar cheese; the steak fries were made practical and not with special effects; and the milkshake was vanilla with whipped cream, sprinkled Oreos, and a cherry on top, complemented by a good old-fashioned red-and-white bulk paper straw from the old days. The one thing they all had in common? They were all genuinely handmade. That's the way he liked it.
"Mesmerized by your food much?"
Corey snapped out of his trance and turned to his left; a girl with a noticeably British accent was holding a tray of mirrored food for him to behold. She had blue eyes, blue hair with purple streaks, light purple eyeliner, a black "witch's hat" style dress with a blue belt with matching buttons and purple long sleeves, a pair of purple leggings underneath a pair of black fishnet stockings, and a pair of black combat boots with matching fingerless gloves. Above the left-handed glove was a pink diamond ring. In terms of her food, it really mirrored his. The girl ordered a "bloody as hell" cheeseburger with a side of waffle fries and a $5 "Amos and Andy" milkshake. The two were cooked the same way, but the milkshake was instead chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkled M&Ms, and a cherry on top, complemented by a good old-fashioned red-and-white bulk paper straw from the old days. The one thing they all had in common? They were all genuinely handmade. That's the way she liked it.
"What? No! Of course not!"
"Of course you're not," the girl chuckled, letting her British accent slip through, "I guess you're taking a moment to observe what the cooks prepared for you?"
Corey opened his mouth to protest, but then again... "I guess I am. Do you need a place to sit?"
The girl smiled, "I guess I do." With that reply, she took a seat across the table from Corey,
"Pleasure to meet you. The name's Lacey Shadows." Sticking out a hand for him to shake, Corey took it and shook it in greeting as he replied back,
"Corey Riffin. The pleasure is mine."
Two hours later. . .
"So let me get this straight: your friends abandoned you all because of an accident caused by one of them?"
"I know. Crazy, right?"
After two hours of lengthy Seinfeldian conversations combined with eating their now dinner, Corey and Lacey were both exchanging heartfelt laughter and sincere compliments. The idea of two people of exchanging cheery words in a perfectly normal fashion was heartwarming enough, but the fact these two people were once strangers was basically the cherry on top.
"You know something, Corey? I have no idea why your friends abandoned you. Based on your track record...you're the coolest guy I've known so far."
"Thanks, Lacey, but if you had read my track record, you may have found that I'm kinda of a screwup."
"Well, screwup or not, you're cool, badass, charismatic... Need I go on?"
"... "Cool" and "badass" are the same thing, don't you think?"
"I think that's not the point. The point is that your mistakes are serve as your lessons. You now know when to not burn down the neighborhood. And when you do...do it in style."
Corey couldn't help but smile; Lacey had a point there. He had to learn from his mistakes and grow up sooner or later. To think that after two hours, he had learned a lesson or two from a girl he hardly knew. But what he heard from her so far made her easily relatable. In other words, they seemed like best friends already.
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
"No... I'm just not wrong."
Corey and Lacey gazed into each other's eyes somewhat lovingly, a fact the both of them attempted to avert. To their unsurprise, however, they couldn't. It wasn't love at first sight, but instead...love at first glance.
"Come on," Lacey suddenly stood up and walked away from the table, dragging Corey behind her,
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Showing you to let loose, have fun, and...put a twist on things."
Stretching out her arm to turn on the jukebox and select a song, Lacey did just that and pulled Corey to the middle of their self-proclaimed dance floor. As the song began to play, the duo began to perform what she called the "Madison" dance. The song was R&B/Soul music by Michel Legrand; the sequence of dancing was quite easy to dance out – side steps, jump, shuffle, a rough swing, and repeat. By this point, their impromptu dance sequence was catching everybody's attention and beginning to cheer them on. Nobody quite knew what provoked the couple to dance their feelings, but nobody quite cared for the moment. It was a classic romantic movie moment...if the two people weren't involved in a romantic relationship just yet. By the song's fade-out, everybody from patron to customer applauded the two, both of whom evidently seemed surprised to say the least. However, they shrugged and gave their audience a welcome bow, leaving the diner behind for now. They boarded the nearest train back to Peaceville, where they finally arrived at Corey's household. By the time they arrived, it was now 6:00 in the evening.
"Hey...I wanna thank you, Lacey."
"For what, Corey?"
"For...showing me a good time."
"You don't have to," Lacey shrugged, "You showed me a good time."
"Did you? Did you really?"
Lacey opened her mouth to retort, but her eyebrows furrowed in shock upon the realization of what Corey was hinting; a sly smirk followed soon after, "No. Not yet, I haven't..."
Their first kiss in general was...mesmerizing, memorable, and metamorphic. Metamorphic, because this expression of love transitioned the relationship between the two. When they headed inside the house (in fact, they could barely keep their act together while doing so), they broke from their chains and didn't held back.
It couldn't possibly occur at the least opportune moment.
Seven minutes earlier. . .
The Newmans arrived at Carrie's house and began to talk in chatters, two boxes of pizza and Chinese food in Kon and Konnie's arms. Both were amazingly delicious and thus made the entrée choice difficult to choose from, so they decided on two of each. Laney pulled open the garage door and Kin and Kim were the first to enter inside. Carrie and Lenny (whom she stopped to talk with after noticing the forlorn expression on his face) were the last.
"Hey. How are you holding up?"
"Oh, I'm holding up quite well, thank you."
"... I'm sorry, was that sarcasm?"
"No, I just talk like this following...you know..."
"Oh. Okay then. How is he, though?"
"Zach's gonna need new teeth and surgery for both of his knees...and a new cast. I knew I should've given Corey credit where credit is due."
"What happened to your brother is not your fault; it was nobody's fault...not even Corey's."
As if on cue, the former blue-haired guitarist formed out of nowhere from the corner of her eye, making her blood run cold. Her previous exchange with her friend was all but forgotten as Laney walked past Lenny, who shot her a look of concern and whose blood ran cold as well once he saw Corey...along with another girl he didn't recognize. Indeed, the female redheaded bassist immediately examined the girl her former crush was conversing with. Blue eyes, blue hair with purple streaks, a strange dress that took the form of a witch's hat... This girl looked like nothing but–
Laney gasped in horror at the scene unfolding before her. Corey and the girl pulled their bodies against each other while their lips closed the distance between them. She literally fell to her knees upon witnessing the lip-lock occur, prompting Lenny to rush to her side. After pulling her up, he watched as she turned tail and retreated into Carrie's household. A minute passed before Lenny turned around, but Corey and the girl had already entered the former's house.
'Who was that...?'
Five hours later. . .
The couple (having blacked out during their passionate lovemaking) found themselves beneath the covers of the former's bed. The clock had struck eleven when they woke up. Their clothes were scattered around the room, their bodies were hot and sweaty, and their breaths were heavily panting out of exhausted satisfaction. Corey's face was smeared with inexplicable lipstick, while Lacey's left leg was hanging off the side of the bed. Both were rendered speechless as a result of the realization. Suddenly, the duo began to laugh out of nowhere and cuddle each other.
"Wow..."
"Wow..."
"That...was...spectacular."
"Spectacular? Lacey, my dick's still limp."
"And my ass's still sore, Corey. So what?"
Corey scoffed at this, "Well, at least I know how to rock someone's universe."
Lacey affectingly rubbed her head against his abs as she giggled, "I guess you weren't kidding when you stated that you were going to make me scream."
"I aim to please."
"No kidding."
Corey and Lacey laughed again, this time a lot more breathlessly. A few minutes later, they began to fell asleep in each other's arms. As they were doing so, they both simultaneously had a great idea suddenly pop into their heads. However, they were too sleepy to talk about the great idea right now, so it would have to wait until tomorrow morning to discuss even further. After all the time they spent with each other, he couldn't deny that Lacey had a point; he needed to put a little Twist on things in his life.
"So...is this official?"
"... What is?"
"This."
"... Yeah."
"Good. Nobody else should deserve you."
Lacey rested her head on Corey's chest, while Corey rested his chin on Lacey's head. His arms snaked around her backside and the hands that came with them threatened to clutch both of her buns. Of course, she didn't seem to mind in spite of her tone,
"Next time, you ask...or you lose one of your balls."
"... I guess that's fair."
Sleep overcame them not soon after.
A/N: So, there you have it, folks: The same first chapter of "The Toxic Scions" but with a few new scenes added.
Up Next on Chapter 2: Corey and Lacey decide to rage against the machine and form a new band in order to compete against the Newmans in the upcoming annual Battle of the Bands. The Newmans themselves feel guilty about their tormenting of Corey, but they need to put that aside to help cure Laney of a funk...