Hey! PoisonApple911 here. And yes, I've decided to try and make a second chapter since I'm a very naïve girl. But, I'm trying my best to make it interesting here, so, hope you like it!
Oh! And thanks to the people who encouraged me to continue it! If not.. I wouldn't even bother trying to make this. I'm sorry if it's a little late. I feel guilty about it. But I got so caught up in other things (school, friends, boys – yes, boys, unfortunately, I'm not even interested in dating!) and also writer's block so I decided to let it be for awhile. It's because I was just randomly making the first chapter and decided "what the heck. I'm gonna post this," then edit it a bit to make it worthy so basically, I didn't have a plot yet.
Chap. 2: Of Course They Found Out.
SLAM!
A redheaded boy got pinned to his locker right after he closed it. He looked up to see a few figures and gulped.
"Okay, Ginger, if you spill, then maybe we might just spare you," One of the figures, the one on the front, threatened.
"Uh.."
The dark-haired boy on the right slammed his hand on the locker next to the redhead, making the latter flinch. "You have a voice. Speak."
Two girls on the left side just a couple feet away from the action coughed. "Ahem?"
"What?" The boy on the right side asked.
The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
The two boys on the sides grumbled and backed away. "Thank you," Olivia said. She turned to the figure leading them. "Stella, cut it out." She said.
The rebel huffed and walked over to Charlie and Scott, who were currently getting scolded by Mo.
Wen sighed in relief. "Thank goodness you're here, Liv," he said. "You do not want to get interrogated by Stella. Those beady eyes are just staring at you and like burning into your soul. While two, little, monster-devil minions are beside the Demon. And-"
"We're still here, you know!"
Olivia waved them off and turned to Wen. "Although.." she contemplated.
Mo stopped lecturing Charlie and Scott, even Stella stopped her mumbling and grumbling. They curiously looked at Olivia. "You might want to tell us what happened." She said.
Stella gave a mischievous grin. "You have exactly six minutes and forty three seconds and counting before any of the staff comes along."
"But it's Monday," Scott said to Stella.
"Yeah but isn't that janitor fired?" Stella asked.
Charlie quipped in. "He got replaced by another dude, remember?"
"Then five minutes and five seconds."
Mo incredulously looked at her three bandmates. "What?" she asked. When they shrugged she walked towards Wen and Olivia, mumbling, "How do they even know that?"
Wen sighed tiredly and rubbed an eye. "Can we please get through this quickly?" he asked.
"Then tell us what's going on," Mo demanded.
Wen squirmed against his locker. The five silhouettes of his friends suddenly turning into scary, bloodthirsty, murdering, cannibal, shadows. Who wouldn't be freaked out if your best friends suddenly interrogate you? And with a- wait a sec, it couldn't be! Is that-
"S-Stella.. I-Is that what I think it is?" Wen asked, he was replied by a nod. Stella brandished the piece of metal she held in her hand in the sunlight. It glinted wickedly.
"No! My poor baby! Stella, give me my car keys back!"
"Speak." Charlie ordered.
Wen sighed and slowly slid down to the floor. His friends still stood. How was he going to say it? Or does he have to lie? He held his head in his hands. Olivia exchanged looks with the others. They reached a silent agreement.
"Say what you want or don't talk at all." He heard a voice say beside him. He looked up to see Olivia kneeling next to him. She leaned her back against a locker. He smiled weakly; it was what he said- sang to her back then.
Soon, the band members all sat down on the floor. They quietly sat, patiently waiting – or not so patiently (coughStellacough).
"Three minutes."
Wen inhaled deeply. "My dad and Sydney are getting married!"
The band exchanged looks. Stella raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, we kinda know that already,"
Wen shook his head. "No, I mean, the ceremony, the party and all that. Like, officially husband and wife,"
"What's the problem then? I though you were already cool with Sydney," Stella asked.
The redhead sighed. He knows from the start it will be hard for other people to understand what the big deal is. "Yes, but they're having the wedding a month from now and I just feel reluctant all over again,"
"A month?! Why didn't you tell us?!" Mo asked.
Wen shook his head. "I just found out yesterday. Georgie overheard them speak. The wedding planner's going to come over tomorrow and I do not want to be there." He pleadingly looked at Olivia. Since she's his history project partner, he can use that as an excuse. Or maybe write an emergency song.
She shrugged. "Fine. You can come over tomorrow. On the condition you drive me to and from school,"
"Deal. Done. I accept." Wen rushed. He was desperate to get out of the house.
Stella stepped in. "Hey, you two better start writing a song for our band too."
"When's our next gig anyway?" Scott asked.
"Other than at our favorite Pizzeria.. It's at this festival, right Stell?" Mo asked.
"Yeah. Next week. Saturday. We're meeting up at the Park at eleven. Grab a bite and then off to the festival."
"What time are we performing?" Charlie asked.
"Three. But the organizer asked us to be there an hour before for preps and all that,"
Wen raked a hand through his hair. Maybe he can use this situation to write one. "I guess I'll try. Might as well increase my luck by writing what I've been going through. At least this whole stuff is going to be useful,"
"Cheer up a bit. Sydney's a good person. She'll make a great mom," Olivia smiled.
"Yeah, step-mom," Wen muttered under his breath.
"Hey, you could always crash the wedding," Charlie joked.
Stella nodded, grinning. "And we could help! I could ruin the dress,"
Scott snorted. "There won't even be a dress if we already wreck the planning,"
"Right! Olivia could do that voice-changing thingy on the phone!"
"And Mo could switch the make-up," Charlie added.
"Yeah, like that'll happen," the bassist said, rolling her eyes.
Olivia laughed. "Okay, before it goes out of hand and we actually plan to do that.. Let's go home,"
The four stood up and walked away. Olivia looked back her shoulder, "Wen, are you coming?"
The redhead snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, standing up. "Oh yeah,"
The singer grinned. "How crazy is Charlie, huh?"
"Yeah.." Wen absent-mindedly agreed. 'But it's not a bad idea though..'
Wow.. I really need a plot to see where this is going.. Oh well. I hope you'll bear with it for awhile. If not.. I could always just.. Cancel this! Thanks for reading!
