Chapter 2: She said, "Come on, come, kiss my battery…"

A mass of brown curls peaked around and into the cramped room. She giggled when her suspicions were confirmed: the teen girl was still asleep. If Riot's labored breathing and light mumbling proved anything anyways.

At least she doesn't snore like Party. Missile thought wryly with a smirk.

She silently crept farther into the dark room, her boom box in hand. She mentally crossed her fingers that she wouldn't make any loud or sudden movements that might cause Riot to wake.

The younger girl was a foot, (at least she guessed, it was nearly impossible to see with the little light that came from the hallway), from the bed when she stepped on… something and collapsed onto the ground, the boom box following her.

Missile froze, her eyes wide as she stared in horror at Riot's resting figure. Don't wake up. Oh God, I'm dead…

But to Missile's surprise, the teen didn't even stir. Just continued to sleep. Missile slowly stood up and this time, extra carefully made her way over to the bed. She peaked over the covers to see Riot was still fast asleep. She doubted the teen had even twitched because of Missile's blunder. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

And then she smirked. And action. Missile picked up the boom box; double checked the volume (maximum of course) and set it by Riot's peaceful face. Silently laughing she smashed her hand down on the 'ON' button and the machine burst to life.

I DRINK JUICE WHEN I'M KILLIN' CAUSE IT'S FUCKIN' DELICIOUS!

Riot launched from the bed with a thunderous scream before she came crashing back down to earth. Face first into the hardwood floor. Missile howled with laughter as Riot slowly lifted her head.

"What. The. Fucking. Hell." Riot snarled before she launched forward, her hands out stretched and eyes wild. "You little monster—"Missile hardly had time to react before Riot's hands were on her. Her doe eyes widened.

"Wait—Ah, oh! NO! Ghoul! Kobra! Jet! PARTY! Help!" Missile called just before biting Riot's finger. The said teen yelped and dropped her prey, giving the curly haired girl enough time to make a break for it.

"Oh, no you don't—" Riot started when Jet Star appeared in the hallway. Missile saw him immediately and ran to hide behind his large frame. Riot scowled and crossed her arms, glaring venomously at the little girl. Jet raised an eyebrow, but amusement sparkled in his brown eyes.

"Morning ladies. What have we been up to?"

"Murder." Riot stated bluntly. Jet snorted, Riot was not one for beating around the bush. Missile whimpered from behind him but Jet ruffled her hair affectionately.

"You've been causing trouble I see, Missile." He scolded playfully. Missile giggled but clung to Jet's leg tighter under the glare Riot was sending her. If looks could kill. Jet snorted.

"She's a demon, yes," Jet told the blue-haired girl, ignoring the protests from the girl at his feet. "But we love her. So let's not kill her. Cool?"

Riot glared at him but relented anyways. "Fine. But let's not pull any more stunts like that. I won't be forgiving the second time around." Jet laughed as he pried the girl off of his legs.

"See? She's not going to kill you. Not yet anyways." He turned back to Riot, "breakfast is ready by the way." Riot sighed but nodded anyways. They watched Jet's muscular figure retreat down the stairs before Missile turned to the teen girl, her big doe eyes wide,

"You don't hate me do you?" Missile sniffled. And Riot faltered under those mooneyes,

"No. I don't hate you." Missile squealed and gave her a large hug just as Ghoul called from down stairs.

"Hurry up! Or I'll eat it all!" Both girls knew that was something not to challenge and made their way down the stairs as fast as they could. Ghoul grinned fiendishly at them and while Missile went to sit, he flashed a quick wink. Riot rolled her eyes and took the seat next to her friend.

"Where's the Doc?" She asked as she spooned some more dog food onto her plate, trying to stop from cringing at the sounds. Kobra shrugged and Riot knew that's all she was going to get.

"Ok, then…" She surveyed the room, Ghoul was stuffing his face and the same could be said for Jet, only he didn't look nearly as pig like. Kobra ate his food silently, his face devoid of all emotions (not that that surprised her). Missile was as bubbly as usual, filling up any awkward silence with her incessant chatter. And Party was glaring at Riot sourly. She met his gaze but the redhead didn't even turn away, just kept his glare focused on her.

"Geez Pa-teh. Oo ook ike yer ryin' to urn oles in er ace." Ghoul said through a mouth full of food and spraying said food all over the table. Riot rolled her eyes.

"Where were you last night?" Riot choked on her food and Ghoul spluttered. Party continued to glare, "Where?"

"Um—" Ghoul swallowed. "We don't know what you're talking about." Riot resisted the urge to kick him and Party smirked.

"I wasn't talking to you, Ghoul, now was I?"

"Uh—"

"Exactly." Party snapped. "Now, where were you two last night?" His accusing glare flickered between the two of them. Riot shrugged.

"Nowhere really." Party lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh, no?"

Ghoul swallowed. "Party, leave Ri alone. She didn't do anything, I practically abducted her. We just went for a spin last night. Nothing major and nothing happened." Ghoul took another bite of the food slop and shrugged. "No biggie."

"You think so?" Party fumed. "You really think that it was no biggie?" He sneered. Kobra sent him a glare that, surprisingly sobered the redhead up, but Party was still glaring at the teenage girl.

"We'll see about that." He snapped before leaving the table with enough dramatic flourish to be his own one-man act. Kobra sent her an apologetic look before following his fuming brother.

Ghoul reached over and gave her hand a light squeeze. "Sorry, Ri." She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"For what? You didn't do anything. It's my fault. Maybe if I had never even bothered you guys, you'd—"

"That's not true." Jet interrupted. Riot blushed; she had forgotten he was there. Missile too. "Party… He's a great guy. And we have hopes that he'll regain those qualities, but Party hasn't been the same for years now." Jet pointed a finger at her while Ghoul stroked her hair. "This isn't your fault." Riot looked away, Missile's big doe eyes were making her stomach knot.

"He hates me."

Jet gave her a stern look. "Party doesn't hate anyone other than BLI/nd and Stephanie Meyer." Jet cracked a grin, she giggled and Ghoul snorted. Missile just looked around confused. "He's just… Well he doesn't hate you." Riot rolled her eyes at his lame attempt to convince her. Jet sighed and shared a look with Ghoul.

This wasn't going as planned.

So yeah. Chapter two. I know, not much action. OMG I went to Warped Tour! AHHHHHHH! Lostprophets were there! They're tied with 30 Seconds to Mars and Blink-182 for my third favorite band :P I love them, they're amazing live.

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