Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

[Other] Disclaimer: I really don't agree with smoking (especially kids smoking). These characters are anti-heroes bordering on villains, and I wanted to quickly prove it.

A/N: Okay, I know I said I'd be posting one chapter a day... but I just couldn't help it. And I'd bet my readers (though there aren't really any yet) will be glad.


Wednesday, January 3rd, 1973

Today was interesting.

After breakfast, Dad drove me into town.

"Have fun," he said sarcastically, handing me my money.

I put it in the purse I carried. Then, he drove away... leaving me outside the pizza shop.

And then I saw Them.

Five teenagers sitting outside the shop next door. Two boys, one girl.

One of the boys wore a leather jacket, jeans, and a white shirt. He had dark hair and a pale face, which contrasted oddly. The other the boy wore a button down shirt, khakis, and a v-neck sweater. He looked younger than the others. The girl had chin-length blonde hair and grey eyes. She wore a tee shirt with odd words on it, a short skirt, glittery shoes, and fishnet stockings.

Well, I knew I was supposed to be making friends. So I walked up to them.

"Hello," I said.

"Shouldn't ya be in school?" asked the dark-haired boy.

"Not yet. My parents and I just moved into town and I won't start until tomorrow. But shouldn't you be?"

"We should be..." the dark haired boy began.

"But we aren't!" squealed the blonde girl.

I didn't understand this at all.

"Why?"

"Because they thinks it's cool to rebel against our parents. It's one of those things they do," the younger boy explained.

"Hey, you're skippin' too," the dark haired boy replied.

"What're your names?" I asked.

"I'm Eddie, that's Glen, and this is my girl Laura."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Trixie."

"That's a nice name," Glen said politely.

We stood in silence for a minute.

"So... what do people do for fun around here?" I asked. That sounded like a normal question and it could get me some information.

The girl giggled. "All sorts of things. Depends what ya mean by 'fun'. There's fun for the good kids and then there's fun for us."

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"The good kids are the ones who behave," said Eddie.

"The so-called 'good kids' are the ones who do not go out late at night. They listen to their parents and go to church every Sunday. We, on the other hand, go out late at night and disobey those responsible for us," Glen elaborated.

"Why do you go out late?"

"Ooh, aren't ya a curious one?" squealed Laura.

"Haven't ya ever heard of 'sex, drugs, and rock n' roll?" Eddie asked.

I definitely knew of the first one. I told them this, and they laughed. Well, Eddie and Laura laughed. Glen just looked unhappily at the ground.

"That's the kinda dame I like," Eddie said.

"You've got me already. Don't ya date start talkin' like that, Eddie!" Laura grumbled.

"Don't worry. You're the only gal I need," he replied.

I laughed nervously. These earthlings weren't too different from us. Just look at the way Glen looked at Eddie.

"Only girl you need? What about 'only person' you need?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

It took a moment for them all to get it. When Eddie did, he shrieked with laughter.

Glen looked even more uncomfortable now.

"So… how many rebels like you live around here?" I asked.

A sad look suddenly appeared on Eddie's face. "Just us three. I tried convertin' a few nice kids, but they were to goody-two-shoes to ride a motorcycle."

"We're a minority in this small town," Glen added with a sigh.

I wanted to tell them all about my family and how we were just like these people. But I knew that would ruin our mission… and possibly get us murdered.

Eddie took a box and a funny little device out of his pocket. Then, he opened the box and took out a rolled up piece of paper.

I let out a startled little squeak when the funny device suddenly lit a flame.

"You've never seen a cigarette lighter?" Laura asked, clearly shocked.

Apparently that… thing was common. "I have seen one. Fire just freaks me out sometimes."

Glen didn't seem to believe me, yet didn't say anything.

Eddie lit the piece of paper and smoke appeared. I coughed horribly at its smell.

"You're not much of a rebel, Trixie," Laura said with a grin. "You've really never smoked before, have ya?"

"No."

"Well, we should teach you all about it!" she replied cheerfully.

I coughed again. "Can I just watch for now?"

Laura rolled her eyes.

"I think you should avoid it at all costs! It's very bad!" Glen said.

An odd silence then fell upon us.

After a moment, Eddie spoke. "You seem like a great dame to have around. And ya seem pretty willing to become one of us rebels…"

"… without a cause!" Laura inexplicitly squealed.

"So, do ya wanna start hangin' out with us?" Eddie finished.

"Yes," I replied.

Those teenagers seem pretty interesting. And useful for information, I soon learned. I promised to eat lunch with them tomorrow at school.

"That's nice," Glen said.

We then went to the 'dessert place' Mom had mentioned.

We then went to the 'dessert place' Mom had mentioned.

Even though the weather was nearly freezing, we ate this stuff called 'ice cream'. It tasted pretty good compared to pizza. I ate a type called 'mint chocolate chip.'

Soon after we left that place, I saw that vehicle called a 'pick up truck' that Dad drives stop in front of the pizza place.

"There's my Dad," I said with a sigh.

"You're leaving?" Laura asked.

I nodded.

"Well… see ya later, kid!" she squealed.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" Eddie said.

"It was nice meeting you, Trixie," Glen added.

"Goodbye," I replied as I walked over to the pick up truck.

After I got in the vehicle, I smiled.

"What are you up to, Trixie?" Dad asked coldly.

"I'll explain later."

And I did.

"So what are these… earthlings like?" Dad asked, as we three cleaned up after serving the Master his dinner.

I laughed. "Most of them are nothing like us. But three teenagers I met are shockingly similar. They seem like a good source of information, since they constantly talk about how silly everyone else is in great detail."

"Hmm. You should keep talking to them, but use our false names if you mention us," Mom replied.

"Avoid mentioning us if you can," Dad added.

"Alright."

A moment later we ate our dinner. I explained the other things I'd learned about the 'cigarette lighters' and all the things that made them rebels. The memory of that awful-smelling cigarette smoke made me less hungry.

Since we're running out of 'good' food, that's not really a bad thing.

Little of our preserved food from home was left. Soon we'd be eating Earthling food only.

As I went to bed, I prayed to the Mother-Goddess that at least some of their food tasted better than that awful pizza.

Yours,

Viatrix


A/N: Glen is not the same character as 'Glen the sort-of-prince' from my other story. I just wanted to name him Glen because of a certain movie directed by the infamous worst director ever (Ed Wood).

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