The best way to survive two weeks, that's how you know I don't own American Horror Story. Because if I did there would be no two weeks.


Madison was fuming when Zoe came out the door and told her nothing happened.

"What do you mean you two just talked?" Madison asked with a huge eye roll. "What was the point in bringing you here if you were just going to do pillow talk?" Madison didn't do her own session, something about being desperate. When Zoe pointed out to let her know as soon as she got out Madison just scoffed.

"Well obviously it's not going to please me if it's soft on you," Madison replied, getting a sharp look from Zoe.

"Stop calling him it, his name is Jimmy and he's a person!" Zoe argued, only getting another famous eye roll.

"Whatever, come on these housewives are boring me anyway." Madison strutted back to the car, Zoe close behind but still fuming at her. How Madison could be an actual human being was beyond her, but she only had to deal with her whenever the Hollywood hopeful wanted something. Back at the school she hung out with Nan and Misty, in a way they were the misfits of the whole bunch. Despite her great power, Nan had Downs, a condition where people thought she was simple. But Nan proved them wrong, showing she had more spunk then any of them combined. Misty lived in the Florida swamps, a pretty sheltered life. When people saw her powers they freaked, even tried to burn her. But she came back to life and got her revenge.

"Once you're gator shit, you'll never be found," she used to say. Misty also dressed different from everyone else, while all the girls dressed in the modern age. She dressed more like an antique shop threw up on her. Misty explained she was dressing like the witches back in the day, when being a witch wasn't fear of the devil. But more like being mediums of nature, high priestesses and protectors of the old religion. Zoe didn't mind really, she helped her a lot during potions and herbology. Zoe also noticed the way Misty was looking at her, her small lip bites and compliments about her hair and clothes. There was no doubt, the girl had a crush. Something Zoe wasn't used to, nor did she want to lead the poor girl on.

"You like him," Nan blurted, causing Zoe to look at her in confusion. "The boy you met today, you like him." Misty was listening to some odd record that sounded like…Native American chanting. She stopped when Nan spoke, a slight hurt look in her eyes. Zoe felt kinda bad, which was why she tried her best to explain it to Nan.

"You know, it's kinda rude to be in someone's thoughts like that," she stated.

"You try to block thoughts out all day, not easy," Nan replied, as if Zoe said the most stupid thing on the planet.

"…Anyway, the show starts at 8. But I don't wanna go alone and I'm sure as shit not going to let Madison come with me. Come on guys please? You both said you wanted to go." Zoe watched the two of them; Misty slowly nodded with a small smile.

"Sure Zoe, we'll go. It'd be nice to be with people different like us right?" Nan soon followed in reply.

"But we gotta be back before 9; I don't want to clean those dolls. The butler gives me the creeps, like seriously you don't wanna know what thoughts he has up there." Zoe sighed with relief, rushing over to hug them both. She noticed Misty sniffing her hair…but she brushed it aside.

"I got to get ready," Zoe rushed out toward her room. She couldn't count the times she got this excited and wanted to look nice for a boy. What the hell could she wear? She settled on a pale blue dress, a fix of her hair and makeup. After that she came in to get the girls and they drove off, out the school grounds and onto the freakshow. It wasn't hard to find, in the middle of nowhere there were lights as far as the eye could see. A Ferris wheel, a carousel, everything a circus was except one thing…people. There was hardly anyone, exactly no one once they parked. By the time they parked and walked to the ticket stand, they were behind two people. An older blonde woman, with a man who had to be his late twenties…and yet he dressed like a Howdy Doody cartoon.

"I don't care; we want to buy the house." The fellow instructed to a rather smaller man with a handlebar mustache.

"Um, excuse me?" Zoe spoke, all three in front of them turned to look at the girls. "We're here to see the show too. Are we too late?"

"Yes you are now leave," he instructed. Straightening his suit with a look as if he smelled something foul. But the guy in charge of the stand waved them forward.

"Look, no offense and I know you guys have money. But if we got customers we take all customers, that'll be 5 dollars in admission Miss." Zoe smiled, all three giving them their money. The fellow huffed, clearly annoyed that they were there. But the old woman next to him just pulled out some money from her purse and paid the man before they all walked close behind into the main tent. Inside was just as empty, the fellow with the woman sat on one side while they sat on the other side.

"He's got problems," Nan stated, Zoe just shushed her. Misty took a look around, clearly excited now that she was there.


"This is boring, where are the freaks?" the fellow instructed, Zoe rolled her eyes. What was this dude's problem?

"I told you so," Nan commented, Zoe looked at her then back on the stage. Suddenly everything went dark, a spotlight shined on a large woman with a beard.

"Ladies and Gentleman," she spoke, her accent was…Zoe had no idea what her accent was exactly. "What you are about to see will astounded you in ways you can't imagine! Witness your eyes on the bizarre…" the spotlight moved toward a man with small arms, moving them in some sort of wave. "And the exotic!" The spotlight then moved to two people, oddly shaped heads with a small piece of hair on their heads. "Not to mention things you can't see anywhere else in the world, other than here!" The spotlight moved toward a woman…women actually. Two heads on one body…now that was something you couldn't see every day.

"They're so pretty," Misty whispered, looking as if she saw a beautiful painting. So much for her crush on Zoe.

"But first, witness your eyes on the most beautiful thing of all. Straight from the world of pre-war Germany. The fabulous cabaret singer, I give you the brightest star. Miss Elsa Mars!" With that the woman left, the curtain pulled apart as the music began to play.

"It's a God awful small affair, to the girl with the mousy hair," being pulled on a fake rocket ship was a woman. Dressed in a blue suit, with eye shadow to boot. Her singing was…it was kinda bad. Not cat dying bad…but not exactly Judy Garland either. Misty gasped, giving a small clap.

"I love this song," she said, leaning closer as if she was trying to listen more closely.

"But her mummy is yelling no, and her daddy has told her to go," her accent was so heavy. It was almost hard to understand. "But her friend is nowhere to be seen, as she walks through her sunken dream." She hopped off the rocket, walking closer to the microphone. The small armed man was playing the drums, along with some more different performers they didn't get to see. A tall, muscular woman hunched over played piano. Dwarfs, along with the smallest Indian woman Zoe ever saw. She looked like a one year old wearing a wig…she was adorable as hell. "But her film is a saddening bore, cause she's lived it ten times or more. She could spit in the eyes of fools, and she asks you to focus on sailors fighting in the dance hall."

Bursts of confetti shot out of nowhere, bursts of color and brightness. "Oh man, look at those cavemen go. It's the freakiest show. Take a look at the lawman, beating on the wrong guy. Oh man, wonder if they ever know, he's in the best selling show. Is there life on Mars?" Really? She sang a song with her last name on it? Zoe rolled her eyes, Nan and Misty looked like they were transfixed. Zoe did look over at the other two audience members, they looked unamused. Bored even, the fellow was still huffing…probably because there were no real performers but this old woman. Luckily the singing was over, and the real show began. The two people with the odd heads, turned out were named pinheads, had some slapstick routine. The tall woman and the smaller woman had his routine where the woman stood and she helped the smaller woman dance. Again, it was the most adorable thing, even Misty was gushing over it. The bearded woman from before did a small Charleston dance, but sadly looked a bit out of breath. Zoe felt really bad for her. Overall, it was not a very long show at all. The singing took longer than the other acts.

"That was it?" Nan asked, clearly disappointed. "So much for the best show on earth!"

"Nan!" Zoe hissed at her. "Don't be rude they could hear you!"

"I think it was fine!" Misty argued. "I wish we saw the twins though, I would have liked to see what they could do." It was then Zoe noticed the fellow was gone, the woman looking for him.

"Dandy? Dandy?" She called, sounded a bit…flighty.

"Excuse me," the blue suit woman came from the stage, toward the other woman. "Are you this boy's mother? He's not supposed to be back there with the performers."

"Oh good you found him," she smiled gently. "Will you guide me to him please?" Zoe looked at her friend in confusion, especially Nan who just shook her head.

"You don't want to know," she told her. "That's one fucked up bunch."

"Mother, they're the ones I want," the fellow came from the stage, pulling on the hands of the twins. "I want them, give them to me." Zoe was in a loss for words. Was…was he trying to buy them? Just then she saw him, Jimmy. He was dressed in a burgundy dress shirt and tie, his hair combed and styled. He looked nice…really nice. Their eyes met, Zoe could feel her heart flutter. She even gave him a small wave, getting a smirk and wink in reply. But it seemed, their little meeting was going to have to wait.

"My monsters are not prostitutes," the German woman stated, Jimmy standing right next to her with his arms crossed.

"We're not buying them for the night we're buying them period," the woman started fumbling in her purse. "Name our price."

"Why don't you ask the twins hm? See what they have to say," she looked over at the Siamese twins, who stood behind her.

"We're staying right here," the left head spoke.

"This is our home," the right head agreed.

"See? They had a taste of the spotlight, and now they want more. They are one of us, and they are not for sale." This seemed to displease them, the fellow the most.

"Well, don't expect us back here. Because believe me nothing was more worse than that God awful singing, come along Dandy!" Zoe was actually relieved, watching them walk out. Zoe saw nothing like it, what was wrong with people? Did people treat these people this way? Calling them it…buying them? It was disgusting, pure disgusting. But it seemed them staying caught the woman's attention.

"I am sorry you saw such a, disgusting display of humankind." She spoke, walking closer to the girls. "Please, do not let them muddy your stay. We have more curiosities and magic for you to enjoy young ladies."

"Oh no not at all," Misty spoke. "Rich people are the worst kind I say. We love it here, you're going to get a good word from us!"

"I thank you my darling, and I must say you have the most…unique sense of fashion. Tell me, where are you girls from?" The woman went on.

"We're from Jupiter too, Miss Honeypott's School for Girls." Zoe spoke up, gaining the attention from the woman.

"School girls ah, well…if you ever want to enjoy the pleasures of life, come back any time. There are secrets not yet to explore." She walked off, gaining the confused look from Zoe. Nan just snickered while Misty looked at the pocket watch she carried around.

"We only got 30 minutes then we gotta skedaddle," she informed Zoe.

"Yeah just…give me a minute okay?" She whispered, getting up and rushed over to Jimmy.

"Hey," she breathed, getting a bright smile from him in return.

"Hey, you made it," he spoke, as if he couldn't believe she was.

"I told you I would didn't I? I brought some friends if that's okay," she turned over to the other girls then back at Jimmy.

"Oh no trust me, we take all the crowd we can get," he laughed a bit before offering his arm to her. His hands were in his pockets, but Zoe didn't argue. She quickly took his arm, walking with him out of the tent.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Jimmy apologized once again. "The people who do come here they…they're not the best in the world."

"Jimmy it's fine," she assured him. "I just can't believe they tried to buy them! I mean…isn't that like slavery?"

"You'd be surprised how little people think of us," he spoke, a bit down and he hung his head a bit. "We're no lower than the shit that got caught in their shoe. You're the…the only girl that looked at me, see what I was, and didn't flinch away."

"Believe me when I tell you this, I'm the last person who needs to judge someone for what they are. We are what we are born with…we can't change that. We just have to work with it and get by in life." Jimmy looked over at her, a small smile formed across his face.

"What are you, really?" He asked, causing Zoe to freak a bit inside. "I mean, all my life I experience girls shrink away from me. And you…you didn't, you wanted to know my name. You even showed up here for God's sake. You gotta be some figment from my imagination." Zoe couldn't help but laugh, a blush formed over her cheeks. At first she thought he had figured what she was, if she had learned anything, it was what they were had to be kept a secret. There were hunters out there, religious fanatics, if anyone spotted them they would burn. She had to live in the shadows, secrecy; she was really no different than they were.

"I'm very real, I promise you," she confirmed. Jimmy's smile was contagious; he had such a youthful feel to him. Every time he smiled dimples would formed. He was so cute, Zoe thought. Why would anyone think so little of him? Just because of what he was born with, something he didn't ask for or control.

"You have no idea how happy I am that you are," he breathed, almost in awe of her. Zoe never saw that with a boy, Matthew looked at her with affection sure. But it was the mundane look that people around the area would give anyone else they were going steady with. Jimmy was looking at her as if he had been in the desert and she was an oasis. She had no idea how to act about it.

"Zoe!" Zoe was jerked out of her thoughts at the sound of Nan from the tent. "We gotta go it's almost 9!" Zoe looked disappointed, looking at Jimmy with a small sigh.

"I gotta go," she spoke gently. Jimmy looked just as disappointed, but he nodded in understanding.

"Will I see you again?" He asked, a tone of hope and uncertainty, just like earlier today. Zoe smiled up at him, rising up her toes and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe next time I'll see you perform," she spoke, getting a goofy smile and laugh in return.

"I get stage fright," that commented made Zoe raise her brow. "On the actual stage I mean," he clarified.

"Well, if you ever change your mind," she smiled at him, getting another call from Nan. "I'm coming!" She yelled, turning back to him. "I have to go…I'll see you okay?" She walked backwards, getting a nod from Jimmy.

"Count on it baby doll," he winked, getting a giggle from Zoe as she rushed over to her friends.


"He likes you," Nan commented while they drove back to the school. Misty was fast asleep in the back seat.

"You really think so?" Zoe asked, a bit uncertain. "But…what if he finds out what I am?"

"He won't reject you," she stated, as if she already knew what was going to happen. Count on her to be a complete mystery. Zoe just kept driving home, the memory of Jimmy still fresh in her mind.

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