A/n: Anyway, Andrew thinks about Warren.
Dedication: Kiskool, Danni, and Alex. Another bad fic to all of u.
Feedback: No, I don't want reviews. * rolls eyes* Must I say anymore? (To all of the people who DON'T get it. R-E-V-I-E-W!)
I went into the bathroom and locked the door. It was the only place where I had privacy anymore. Warren took the only locked off room in his parents basement and shoved me off to the side with Jonathan. It was all Warren's idea in the first place. Taking this 'supervillain' idea into something real, and putting us up against the Slayer. I never really wanted this. I grew up with a few Star-anything fans, lived a good little life in my brother's shadow. I never did get my fifteen minutes of fame. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
I swear.
It was all just a game. I was trying out the 'bad guy' thing for a change. I don't think the image works for me. Not really. Anyway, I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Not at the beginning.
Not when it began.
All I wanted is to be important. The Slayer recognized Warren and Jonathan when she found us. But no one knew who I was. I only went to her school for three fucking years. You think once, just once someone would notice me. Jonathan, she remembered.
She knew who Jonathan was when she saw him.
She knew him, but she couldn't recognize me!
I'm taller then him.
So there.
Great, now I sound like a three year old.
Anyway, as I was saying I never wanted to hurt anyone.
Not before.
Now I do.
NOTHING would give me more pleasure, more SATIFACTION then ripping Warren's head of. Wiping that little smirk off his face.
And I'm going to, however indirectly.
Somehow, I want to play a part in his death.
He thinks he's the big shot.
He thinks he's the key player.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe.
Jonathan can do magic.
Warren says he has all the brains.
Well, then when do I play?
When is it my turn?
I don't really need to wonder.
I know what I'll do.
I'm going to rip that little smirk off his face.
He thinks I'm an idiot.
I'm the idiot.
Not.
He'll be responsible for his death.
Maybe it could have been different, say if he was nicer.
I'll bring the Slayer in.
I'll make SURE he dies.
And you know what?
It'll be fun.
That's right.
F-U-N.
I'm gonna make you eat your words, Warren.
And If I don't, it'll be somebody else.
It'll be fun.
It's all in fun, Warren.
It's all fun and games.
Until YOU get hurt.
Alls far in love and war as the saying goes.
So, Warren, this is war.
And your gonna loose.
I'll make sure of it.
And it's gonna be fun.
One hell of a lot of F-U-N.
Dedication: Kiskool, Danni, and Alex. Another bad fic to all of u.
Feedback: No, I don't want reviews. * rolls eyes* Must I say anymore? (To all of the people who DON'T get it. R-E-V-I-E-W!)
I went into the bathroom and locked the door. It was the only place where I had privacy anymore. Warren took the only locked off room in his parents basement and shoved me off to the side with Jonathan. It was all Warren's idea in the first place. Taking this 'supervillain' idea into something real, and putting us up against the Slayer. I never really wanted this. I grew up with a few Star-anything fans, lived a good little life in my brother's shadow. I never did get my fifteen minutes of fame. I didn't want to hurt anyone.
I swear.
It was all just a game. I was trying out the 'bad guy' thing for a change. I don't think the image works for me. Not really. Anyway, I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Not at the beginning.
Not when it began.
All I wanted is to be important. The Slayer recognized Warren and Jonathan when she found us. But no one knew who I was. I only went to her school for three fucking years. You think once, just once someone would notice me. Jonathan, she remembered.
She knew who Jonathan was when she saw him.
She knew him, but she couldn't recognize me!
I'm taller then him.
So there.
Great, now I sound like a three year old.
Anyway, as I was saying I never wanted to hurt anyone.
Not before.
Now I do.
NOTHING would give me more pleasure, more SATIFACTION then ripping Warren's head of. Wiping that little smirk off his face.
And I'm going to, however indirectly.
Somehow, I want to play a part in his death.
He thinks he's the big shot.
He thinks he's the key player.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe.
Jonathan can do magic.
Warren says he has all the brains.
Well, then when do I play?
When is it my turn?
I don't really need to wonder.
I know what I'll do.
I'm going to rip that little smirk off his face.
He thinks I'm an idiot.
I'm the idiot.
Not.
He'll be responsible for his death.
Maybe it could have been different, say if he was nicer.
I'll bring the Slayer in.
I'll make SURE he dies.
And you know what?
It'll be fun.
That's right.
F-U-N.
I'm gonna make you eat your words, Warren.
And If I don't, it'll be somebody else.
It'll be fun.
It's all in fun, Warren.
It's all fun and games.
Until YOU get hurt.
Alls far in love and war as the saying goes.
So, Warren, this is war.
And your gonna loose.
I'll make sure of it.
And it's gonna be fun.
One hell of a lot of F-U-N.