A/N: So here is the next chapter. Albeit, not my favorite Gwen pairing anymore Gwent is still rather adorable
Written in Gwen's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but I do own the idea. And the stereotypes…I think…
I skipped into Geoff's house and smirked. My black bat wings bobbing up and down and the light in the back started flashing.
Okay, so I was a lameo Gothic Fairy, but you have to admit, I was a cute lameo Gothic Fairy, and as long as I could get a certain someone to notice me, I was happy. Okay, so that someone was Trent, and I still had a major crush on him after four years…but that didn't mean anything! Stop judging me!
I guess I wasn't a, how did people say it, wilted rose, anymore, but I wasn't extremely happy go lucky all the time. The main reason why I had agreed to dress-up, was because Geoff's parties were so fun that you couldn't help but come in some costume or another…and I looked really cute as a fairy.
So, I'd gone to the punch table to get some 'Eye of Newt' punch and I bumped into…er…an alive John Lennon. So I freaked out for all of five seconds thinking John Lennon had actually come back to life. Prior to popular belief, I'm actually a huge Beatle-head, so you have to lay off me all right?
"Gwen?" John Lennon asked.
I was sort of still in my 'John Lennon's alive!' stage…so I freaked out.
"How do you know my name!" I whispered/yelled as not to attract other people's attention, "Stay away from me Zombie Lennon!"
Said Zombie Lennon took me by the shoulders and shook me. A lot.
"Gwen, snap out of it! It's me Trent," Zombie Lennon…Trent…said still shaking me.
"Oh...H-h-hi," I managed to reply.
The amount of force he was shaking me with, caused the metal in my wing, that was keeping it 'wingish, to stab me in the back of my head.
"Can you stop shaking me?" I said a little harshly.
"Oops sorry," He replied a bit awkwardly letting go of my shoulders, which were very sore now.
"I think you might've broken my shoulders." I muttered rubbing my shoulders a bit before pulling my dress up so that I wouldn't be flashing everyone in the area.
That would've been awkward…
"Guess I might of gotten a little carried away." Trent remarked rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
I attempted to change the subject before he ended up massaging my neck…heh heh…Bad Hormones!
"So John Lennon, eh?" I asked smirking, "Would've taken you more of an Elvis fellow."
"I almost came as Elvis…" Trent replied smiling, "But I figured that's what everyone would've expected."
"Yeah. All right, I give you bonus points for thinking," I said smiling, "But next time come as like…Ringo Starr or something so that I don't think John Lennon's come back from the dead to get me for listening to My Chemical Romance."
"Will do." Trent stated still smiling.
Okay, I liked the kid and all, but perhaps he could smile a bit less…oh Nevermind.
"Must've been a reeeally awkward silence that caused me to be born, then." A voice said that sounded suspiciously like Noah.
It rang off the walls for about 2 minutes.
"Uh…What the heck?" I asked confusion etching onto my face.
Apparently Trent was feeling the same confusion, because he couldn't think of a reasonable answer.
While we both tried to figure out what kind of conversation Noah was having, Izzy's catchphrase bounced off the walls followed by her crazy laughter.
There is only so loud that you can hear 'You'll never get me alive!' before you want to seriously hurt someone.
Suddenly, Izzy popped out of no where and smiled her…crazy smile.
That couldn't be a good sign…seeing as someone, most likely Noah, was after her.
What did this chick do now?
"Heeey. Gwen, Heeey Trent." She said smiling.
"Hi Izzy," I stated worriedly.
"How have you been?" Izzy asked obviously trying to hold something back.
"Why don't you just ask what you want to ask before my brain explodes from anticipation?" I replied, harsher than I meant to be. More sarcastic too…
"Well all right, but you have to promise not to try and kill me." Izzy stated probably not really carrying if we hurt her or not.
In any case, I nodded, as did Trent.
"Well…I was just going to say that I didn't read the part in John Lennon's autobiography where he screwed a fairy." Izzy yelled, yes she actually yelled it, for everyone to hear. "And I just have to ask, how was it?"
I believe Trent and I paled at exactly the same time, before screaming at the top of our lungs in perfect harmony, "We haven't done it, yet!"
Yet, being the operative word.
What made it worse, apparently there was a microphone on Izzy's shirt, and since we had already screamed it, it was very loud.
"I-I-Izzy," I stuttered turning a bright red, "Is that a microphone on your…shirt?"
"Izzy's pretty positive that it is." Izzy replied smiling her crazy smile before running off.
I didn't even get the chance to shake my first angrily. Then I remembered Trent.
I turned to face him at the exact same time that he had faced me, and I was pretty sure his face was as red as mine, if not redder.
I chuckled nervously before Trent pulled me upstairs in a frenzy of kisses.
A few minutes later we became the stereotype of the dead rock star and gothic fairy that hooked up in the bedroom of the host's parents.
I'm pretty sure I read that stereotype in a book entitled, The Not So Normally Seen Stereotypes. Not sure though, I'll have to look for it in the library later…
A/N: So, what do you think? Trent was John Lennon because I've always seen him more like Lennon than Elvis, they even look the same. Therefore, I felt he'd be more apt to dress up as him than Elvis, that and the fact it's what everyone would think and Trent's an individual.
Reviewing would be nice, and perhaps rewarded with cookies? A suggestion of couples yo uwnat to see in the future would be lovely as well. I live to serve.
