A/N: Perhaps I should have mentioned that I closed OC submittions on like, the fifth? If your OC doesn't show up by chapter five, you can pretty much believe I have not selected them. Again, nothing against you, I just can't handle it. Writing five OCs is like hell to me, my friend. Now er... Some of you didn't tell me who you were paired up with, and most of you have to re-pair your pairings. I KNOW, FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, GO TO HELL, BLAH. I can't help it, I'm not the one who fell in love with a fantastic character, -insert smiley face here- So, yes, I'm sorry about the submissions and the pairings. But I do promise an awesome, awesome story. Tight Hold On Death is my mentor, even though she doesn't know it so, this chapter is for her. -insert heart here-
"Uno, due, tre! Ci siamo!" I heard my mom begin as she picked up the tambourine,dressed in her rainbow colored gypsy outfit and started my brother and I off. We were in the licing room, or the third living room, I dunno. This one just had the ballroom dance floor, so we were here. I looked at my brother, tilting my head up in order to meet his gaze. He smirked; that son of a bitch. I frowned as hazel met blue grey and whispered:
"Nicki, no. Not today." I shook my head slightly so only he could see as I heard my daddy setting up the stereo so Nickers and I could dance.
"Never put off what can be done, shortie. And why not?" He fake pouted at my displeased smirk, as I kicked him swiftly in the shin. He winced, even though I knew he was faking.
"Keep your arms up, fool. Your frame sucks and your eyes should be glued to mine at all times. Keep your chin up, and god damn it, LOOK AT ME, MAN!" I glowered and he laughed, thinking he was the absolute shit.
"Please?" I said in a low, sisterly voice. He stopped laughing. "Please, Nicki? For me? Make this special, please?"
He groaned.
Victory!
"I wasn't going to actually screw this up, shortie. I was just messing with you," He tighted his grip around my lower back as I grinned. "Besides, having mom throw rocks at me isn't pleasurable. At all"
"All right, my dears! Get ready to dance for me!" She popped in the dreaded CD as I watched Nickers' face transform from an amused smile to a bored deadpan. I laughed inside at his sloppy formation and his suckish poster and sighed. Let's get this shit over with. The song started to play as we took our first step.
And I'm crazy but you like that! (loca loca loca)
You like it it ain't easy! (loca loca loca)
I'm crazy but you like it! (loca loca loca)
Crazy but you like it!
Paso doble wasn't unknown to us, so when I made the first step and Nicki turned to the right when we were supposed to go left, I grimaced. so now my foot was caught with his and I was hopping like a moron. At least it wasn't noticeable, and I was quick enough to unhook my heel from his pants before we started twirling around like Jesse and Buzz from Toy Story 3.
I was just getting into the gist of things, especially because now we were twisting and bending at a very pretty rate, when suddenly.
Nicki pulled me closer to himself and winked.
I was confused. Like what the fuck? I know dad thinks we're sleeping together but sheesh, don't give him any ideas.
But that's when I realized he wasn't doing this to piss daddy off. No no, he was going to do what I told him never to do when we were dancing. Honestly, we hadn't danced since Nicki was six, and I was five. But still, I remembered it well.
I shook my head in a disapproving no but his smirk and that be damned smile of his said nothing less but yes. I gritted my teeth as he dipped me slowly.
"Nicki, I said no!" I hissed in his ear, only making him more amused.
"O quê? Não me lembro de minhas lágrimas de Inglês formação, irmã. Por favor, me lembrar." He grinned a devious, smug grin. That son of a-
"Filho da puta! Pare de agir como um idiota abandonando a Deus!" I argued with him as he lifted me up, kicking into a double step as I felt my feet hit the ground. I lifted my arms.
"If I grab your hand and you do what I think you're gonna do, I swear to god I'll-" But it was to late.
He grabbed my left arm and dragged me under him, pulling me back up by the right arm and twriling me around like a mop, finishing our dance. My mother beamed. I was humoursly furious.
"You god damn-"
"I love you too, Nicolina."
I frowned at the name Nicolina. He had been calling me that for years and it seemed to piss of my parents. It was all very, very odd.
"Can I? Please? Pleaseee?" Nicki asked as he gestured to our mothers' cake. I sighed.
"Oh no. no no no no no.."
"Please? Pretty please?"
"Fine. But just the top two layers."
He grinned as he pulled out his lighter, and I couldn't help but turn away when he set our mothers cake on fire. I laughed at her shrieking, and watched Nickers' chuckle to himself. You think this is bad? It's pretty mild compared to the stuff she's done. Just then the doorbell rang, and I grinned because I knew who it was. I told my brother to answer the door so I could change out of this god forsaking flamenco outfit. The door had already been swung open
"You should wear that dress more often, baby. I'd love to tear it off with my teeth." I blushed as those words escaped Kenny's mouth, earning a death glare from my brother. I ran upstairs before Nicki's lecture could start.
Once in my green-painted room, I threw on my mini red school girl skirt, my favorite white tank top and my red jacket. I dunno, I grabbed a pair of converse sneakers and rushed downstairs. I grabbed Kenny by the arm and towed him outside before my parents realized that he was here, and started asking questions. He hadn't even the chance to say hello to me properly, I just whisked him over to his house, which was empty at 3:00 in the afternoon, and shut the door behind us. It was easy to get upstairs, minus all the removal of clothing and eager, hungry kissing and wild groping. I slammed his bedroom door shut with my heel, sealing us inside of it for however long period of time.
"OH, KENNY, GOD!" I yelled as I collapsed under him, panting in sweat and smiling as Kenny rolled off me, just as tired as I was. We both tried to control our breathing as I grabbed his old, green covers and wrapped it around my exposed body, laughing at the ceiling, who was totally jealous of us right now. I snuggled next to Kenny as I felt his right arm wrap around my waist.
"Hi" he breathed into my ear, my hair tickling his nose.
"Hi" I replied, smacking him with a pillow. "Totally can't believe we did that."
"Tues, babe, this is the fifth time."
I sat up in bed and looked at him with artificial shock.
"But, Ken, I'll never have a first fifth time again! Never!" I tried to keep a straight face but failed, smiling a wide smile as he sat up and hugged me.
"Well... I'm honored to be your first and last fifth time. And your first first, second, third, fourth, and hopefully, sixth time." He smiled as I playfully slapped his shoulder. I was about to make a smug comment, when I heard the doorbell ring. Both our eyebrows rose. No one comes back to the house before 11:30am, and we have been having- er, relations, for about all night, so that means it's like 8:30 in the morning or something.
"I'll get it. It'll be funny if it's Kevin or something." I climbed out of his bed and threw on his Tom and Jerry t-shirt, which was to big for me. It brushed my knees when I walked, and I closed Kenny's door and went downstairs to open the front door.
I rubbed my eye and opened the door lazily.
"Kevin?" I questioned the figure in front of me.
"No, silly, it's me!"
My eyes snapped open as I recognized that unnaturally witty voice. I couldn't believe she of all people were standing in front of me. How did she know I was here? Why was she here? What the hell did she want?
"Kenday, what the fuck?" I managed to say as she smiled.
"You remember me!"
"How couldn't I?"
"Oh, Tuesday, you're so funny- Oh. That's not your shirt..." She starred at me, eyes bulging. I rolled my own. No shit, Sherlock.
"No, It's Kenny's shirt. You know, because this is his house? What are you doing here, anyway?" I questioned. She was about to answer when the voice behind her, speaking to me, asked
"Yo, Tues. Who's at the d- Holy SHIT!" Kenny stumbled behind me, opening the door a little wider so he could take in what he saw. He was in a towel, and shirtless.
Kenday blushed.
I could've smacked the bitch.
She looked from Kenny to me, and back again. It took her five minutes to gather what was going on.
"OOOOHH! YOU TWO HAVE BEEN... DOING IT!" She shrieked as if she were a drunk cheerleader trying to let the neighbours know of what we do. Kenny and I cringed.
"God damn it, girl, be fucking quiet!" I thrusted my hand over her mouth and starred into her copy-cat eyes. She shook her head. I grimaced.
"No! What you're doing is wrong! IT'S A SIN! ARE YOU TWO MARRIED?"
"No, woman! We're six-fucking-teen!"
"ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN'T PREGNANT?"
"NO! I'M ON THE P- Wait. Why am I telling you this? GET THE FUCK OUT!" I breathed in sour air as her face turned into a frown, and then a smirk.
"I'll just have to alert Mrs. Acqua and Mrs. McCormick about this. And Nicholas. I'm sure they'll be glad to know."
Blackmail. Har, really?
I grabbed her by the collar and starred at her, full eye contact. "Listen, chica. You can tell Barack O-flippin-bama that I sleep with my boyfriend, but that's not gonna change a thing. I will still screw him, he will still pound me senseless, and we will still love each other. Our parents can't do shit that will keep us apart, understand?" I let go of her tacky collar and she scrambled away, still shouting about how she was going to tell anyway. I facepalmed.
This bitch. Got issues. Like for real.
I felt Kenny's arms wrap around me. I sighed.
"What's her problem?" He asked.
"Lord knows. I'm tired, let's go back to sleep."
"Sounds like a plan to me! But aw, no morning after sex?"
"Fine, morning after sex, then sleep."
"WOOO!"
"I'm telling you, guys, she has ISSUES." I shook my head warily in drama class as Christy, Addie, Kimberly ,Angie and I sat in a circle pretending to be talking about our feelings. I guess I was, kind of, but you know.
"Maybe she was just being..protective? I've never seen such strange behaviour before," Angie said, thoughtfully. Damn Frenchie and her awesomeness.
"Protective? Naw. She's a total. Psycho. Stalker bizz-natch that needs to be put in her place, Addie style." Addie said triumphiantly, jabbing her thumb on her chest and sticking it out. Christy laughed as Addie pouted at her failed attempt to be tough.
"I do agree, though, that's not normal." Christy frowned and started thinking. I smiled, that's my scientist.
"What's up, dudes?" I heard a familiar voice inquire as her familiar body flopped down next to me. I felt her arm sling over my shoulders' and I smelt her weed-covered breathe. I smiled.
"Something totally non non heinous, dude." I facepalmed as Jude frowned. She had taught me her lingo, and I had learned it well.
"What's the prob, babe?" She planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
"Kenday"
"BOGUS"
"I know, right?"
"What reason exactly did she have for arriving at Kenny's house so unexpected? And isn't she new? How would she know where Kenny lives?" Angie pondered out loud, her green eyes like question marks. I let Christy and Angie think about that, while I though on my own
How would she know where Kenny lives?
Good question, although the boy wasn't exactly unknown. The bell rang and interrupted my thoughts, signalling to me that O should drop the bloody subject and move on. But there was this strange pull, this complete need that I was getting from her and- I kinda couldn't ignore it. I mean, who the fuck just suddenly cares about you out of no where?
I sat down in my chair at my science desk, waiting for my new partner to show up. I heard a crash! come though the door, so I whipped my head around to see who it was.
Oh dear god, they were here. Freaking Twisty, Adyle and god damn Kenday.
Were these whores in all my classes?
Twisty took a seat next to me, while Adyle sat next to Christy and Kenday next to Kyle. I could stand Twisty, she seemed like a nice, quiet person. I watched Mr. Garrison stand up in his white lab coat and smile.
"Alright children, today I actually plan on teaching you something." He smirked as the class looked up at him in horror. "Bah ha, you little shits took me seriously. I love my job. But no, for real, I am going to teach you a little bit."
We murmured a bit under our breathes as we started taking down notes on different acids that could burn through different things. I looked around the classroom, little science posters on the boring white brick walls, a chalk board in front of and behind me, and about eight or so desks for two people each. I went back to my note taking, attempting to be a superb student in my boredom.
"The person on the right side of the desk will pick up the flask, and pour in the green substance from the first test tube." Mr. Garrison instructed. I watched Twisty pick up the test tube slowly and pour in the liquid substance. Yawn. Adyle and Kenday did the same.
"Who can tell me what the substance was in the flask, and what the substance was in the test tube? Christy?" He selected Christy to answer his question. I smirked.
"The acid in the test tube is justified as H2SO4"
"Excellent. And the flask?"
"Hydrochloric acid, sir" Kyle answered, adjusting his glasses and peering into the flask that Kenday was holding.
"Wonderful, you nerdy little bastards. And who can tell me what happens when we get to drop these on the ground? Make a hypothesis." Mr. Garrsion stated, as I created my hypothesis.
"If we drop the newly mixed substance on the ground, it will create a gas of smoke?" I jotted down on my lab sheet. Hell if I knew, acid + acid in my mind just ment BOOM.
"Alright,, kiddies, throw on your goggles and let the babies fly!"
With that, different colored flasks hit the ground with a CER-RASH! Smoke covered the place as everyone cheered, because now the smoke was condensing, and turning into multi-colored bubbles.
I smiled as I picked up the bubbles, throwing them at Addie and Christy. Before they could react, I felt something wet in my hair. Laura had attacked me with red bubbles. This meant war. Before I knew it, everyone was throwing rainbow bubbles everywhere, it was like we had a bunch of god damn Leprechauns running around.
That's when I heard three piercing screams. Everyone stopped in search of the owners of those screams, and I realized it was comin from none other that Adyle, Twsity, and Kenday. They looked like they were in pain, as tears stung their eyes.
"Twisty? Twisty, oh are you okay?" I dropped the bubbles and rushed to her side, taking out tissue to dap her eyes. I saw Christy do the same for Kenday.
"M-My hand" She whimpered, gesturing to her hand, which i couldn't see right now. "I-It hurts."
"What happened?"
"I don't know!" She screeched. I grabbed her hand to study it.
My eyes widened. Her hand... was bright green. What in the?
Now that I noticed it, the tissue she had dabbed her eyes with.. were green. And she was NOT wearing make up. Was our acid green? No.. it was red. She pulled her hand from me quickly and raced our of the room, with Adyle and Kenday behind her. Their hands were green, too.
That wasn't strange at all, nope. Not one bit.
"Totally freaky deeky, man." Jude replied to my earlier statement, as she and I walked home. I could've taken the car, but walking seemed more necessary today. I shook my head.
"Their hands were GREEN, Jude bug. And they were wearing gloves. I mean sheesh, no one elses' hands turned green, and we all touched the liquids. I don't know, that smells fishy to me." I said, shaking my head.
"There are a lot of fishy smelling things in the world, Like Principal Victoria's pussy, man. But this sounds like some bogus shit." I chuckled at Jude's answer.
"This be my stop, Tues. I might see you later?" She planted another sloppy kiss on my cheek as she waved goodbye and sprinted up her driveway. I saw Lacey, that good for nothing freak bitch step mother of hers, chew on gum with a frown on her face as Jude attempted a high five with her. She had rollers in her hair, and was wearing a pink robe and matching slippers. At three in the afternoon? Hangover.
In a few minutes I was at my house, and I flopped on my couch and decided to watch some T.V. Yu-Gi-Oh was playing, perfect.
"Rixon?" I called, pulling out a magazine from under the large table.
"Yes, Tuesday?"
"Can I have some cherries? And chocolate milk, please? And can you come watch Yu-Gi-Oh with me?"
"I'll get to the cherries, Ms. Tuesday. But Yu-Gi-Oh is out of the question." My favorite butler replied, shaking his head and opening the fridge. I laughed.
After a few minutes he handed me the bowl of cherries and a glass of chocolate milk. I switched off the T.V. Just as Yami Yugi had caught damn Tea from falling on her ass on that train. It was a cute little moment between them, but I hated Tea. Anyways, I went upstairs.. or, I went to the third floor to my laboratory, and took out the flask that Adyle had touched in science class today. I set it on the table and starred at it. I had called Kyle and Christy, and they would be here in the next few minutes.
I continued to stare at the flask, and it seemed as though it were staring back at me. I admit it, we were madly in love and made little test tube babies named Acidia and Chrinia. I chuckled at my joke, and started taking out random equipment that Christy and Kyle might need.
I heard them bounding up my steps as Rixon lead them into the lab. They waved and I tossed them two white jackets.
"Hello to you, too." Kyle fake frowned and put on the coat as Christy laughed.
"Oh shut up Jewfrodo, and get to work. I wanna understand those damn green hands," I put my arms on my waist and rolled my eyes. Christy grabbed the... weird tools.. and started scanning the flask. Kyle watched closely.
"What energy level is her finger print?" Kyle asked, reading Christy calculations from behind her shoulder.
"About 3.5, it's very high. Either she's some sort of... clone, or she's not very sanitary." Christy made a face as Kyle laughed.
"I'm guessing a volcanic feverish reaction, but the hydrogloben stain would be the result of a homogeneous mixture... and we used sulfuric acid and hydrochloric acid. So it would be a compund heterogeneous mixture?" Kyle stated.
I'm totally lost.
"No no, this isn't a pure rebound element. It doesn't even have ten electrons let alone five neutrons. It can't bond with the sulfuric acid properly enough for it to implode and cause a skin reaction. Unless she's a sheep." Christy chuckled and jotted down her statements. She swabbed the flask again and dipped it in some blue stuff. It turned bright red.
"Blood?" She squeaked , blinking at the substance. "How could that be? Adyle didn't cut himself"
"Are you sure you're doing this right? No blood should be present on the flask." Kyle stared at the pan in which the blue stuff had been, and stared at the red. Christy prused her lips.
"I want to check out this blood. Kyle, you do the test. Use the filter to remove the chemicals." Kyle pured the purple-ish liquid into a filter and the stuff that poured out was pure red. I could have sworn Kyle would faint, but he just turned a little green. He stuck this weird thermometer looking thing into the substance and then pulled it out, reading the answer with dull, bored eyes.
Suddenly those eyes weren't bored anymore. They looked sick and shocked, horrified even.
"Jewfrodo? What's wrong?" I shook him slightly, his eyes still stuck on the test.
"Kyle...Kyle?" Christy said, started to panic. She shook him lightly and he met her concered gaze warily. I raised my eyebrows. Fuck, this always annoyed me. They were having this little conversation in their head. I swear, If Addie and Kyle weren't dating.
Christy's eyes widened a bit and she shook her head. Kyle blinked twice and furrowed his eyebrows. Christy sighed and grabbed the test, and her eyes bulged to.
"Ho-How can that be?" She grimaced, the test shaking in her hands. The suspense was killing me.
"What? What is it?" I asked, saring at the two. They looked at me.
"I have type O blood, and so does Addie." Kyle stuttered slowly in order to answer my question. I was confused.
"So? What does your blood have to do with this?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. And then it hit me, even before he said it.
"Adyle has Addie and I's blood. And the only way for that to happen is... is if he's related to us."
A/N: DUN DUN DDDDUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN. O_O HO MI GOSH, PLOT TWISTER. WTF, WOAH. WHO. WAS. EXPECTING. THAT. Show of hands? I shoudn't see any. But uh, yeah, I'm sorry about the slow updates but... I'm lazy, And I jsut found some inspraition. Especially because I came third in my ENTIRE SCHOOL in a writing contest. And I am awesome. I could dance, I love this chapter so much. So... So much :3 Anyway, I'm gonna do something. Cause now I dun left y'all in suspense. Tsk, for shame upon me, right? I'm out -insert heart here-