Red Dawn by Lina Ben
Hello, this is my first Penguins of Madagascar story! This is basically a Penguins of Madagascar High School AU.
I don't own Penguins of Madagascar, any song references, any pop culture references or any songs on Private's ipod.
I don't own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.
I don't own "Stop and Stare" by OneRepublic.
Chapter 4: Stop and Stare
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead
~Stop and Stare by OneRepublic
The week flew by rather quickly for Private, Skipper, Kowalski and Rico. They had all started learning short stories in English, they all had a Maths test on Thursday and Private and Kowalski both had the highest scores in the class, Private, Rico and Skipper were learning about different kinds of music while Kowalski was learning how to de-bug computers, Private and Kowalski were happily learning about Forensic Science while Skipper and Rico learned about organs of the human body, they all learned about stress in Psychology and in Art they had all started on their first task of painting a picture and writing a story to go with it. School was fun for the four friends, but things were starting to get a bit crazier. It was Perry's birthday coming up and Private hadn't bothered to find a gift for his estranged brother. That was until Skipper pointed out that it was Perry's birthday coming up.
It was finally Friday and Private, Skipper, Rico, Kowalski were all in Psychology with Max, Marlene, Doris, Julien and Rodger. They were all sitting at the same couch, writing down what stresses were in each other's lives.
"Okay, what is being your stress thingies short one." Julien's highly accent voice cut into Private's thoughts of the weekend. It was a long day and Private had a slight headache from of the schoolwork.
"Um…well, it-it's m-my brother's b-birthday c-coming up." Private managed to stutter out, glancing down to the couch.
"Uh-huh, and?" Julien asked, gazing at Private with his big brown eyes. The rest of the group also gazed at Julien and Private in interest.
"I-I d-don't know w-what t-to get him, and I-I'm r-really worried h-he wont l-like what I g-get him." Private stuttered with a hint of fear in his voice. Skipper, realizing this was something Private didn't want to talk about, tried to re-direct the attention back to him.
"You know, I'm kinda stressed about my ex Lola. I think she wants to get back together with me." Skipper said with a small but short voice. Julien turned his attention to Skipper with an annoyed glare.
"I was being talking to the short one, not you." Julien said shortly, but with an air of superiority.
'Not this again…' Private thought with a silent groan. Julien and Skipper were both famous at Zoolander Heights High for their arguments. It was also the fact that they were both ridiculously stubborn and even childish when it came to their petty arguments. Most of the students in the school even took bets on their fights, that it had become such a normal thing. But despite their arguments, they were also good friends. It was strange but completely normal. Sure, Private, Skipper, Kowalski and Rico still had their fair share of arguments, but that was normal too.
"Yeah, well it's obvious that Private doesn't want to talk about his private business." Skipper growled defensively while Kowalski and Rico merely settled glaring at the self pro-claimed king.
"I deserve to know! I am king after all." Julien retorted with an annoyed glare. Private sighed, it was too late now.
"No-one voted you as their king, Julien." Skipper hissed, putting careful pressure on the self pro-claimed king's name.
'Oh shi-' Private thought but didn't get a chance to finish it. Julien was getting ready to 'freak out' as Maurice so cleverly put it.
"My name is King Julien, subjects!" Julien suddenly yelled, startling the while class. Quickly, Miss Tolhurst walked over with an annoyed look on her face.
"Who yelled, just now?" The teacher asked, with a glint in her eye. Skipper pointed to Julien with a smug smirk on his face.
Julien wasn't yelled at, but was given a warning on his behaviour. There was still 4 minutes before the end of class when Julien walked back in with Miss Tolhurst, so Marlene started to talk about The Twilight series with Doris while the others listened. Apparently, the entire saga was going to be made into movies. When Private had read the series, he found it an awesome series but he didn't understand why so many people hated it. It was a pretty likeable series, but he had to admit that the plot was a tad clichéd. The bell rang a few minutes later and they all walked to Art. In Art everyone was working on the first task. They all had to draw out their ideas first before they could paint and write. Skipper was drawing a very detailed picture of an empty war memorial, Kowalski was drawing a picture of a messy lab with a dead body, Rico was drawing a picture of explosions and a war torn world and Private was drawing a picture of the top of an apartment building with two people and a sunrise. They spent the entire lesson in silence, which was odd for them. Ms. Fairheart was happy, though. Finally when the bell rang, nearly everyone ran out of the class room. It was finally the weekend and everyone was celebrating. In fact, Private and his friends were going roller-skating with Julien, Maurice, Max and Rodger. Mort was staying at Marlene and Rachel's place tonight with Hailey, Samantha, Doris and Ariel. They were having a sleepover.
Everyone walked home together, talking excitedly unknowingly being watched.
'This is going to be great. I can't wait to go roller-skating!' Private thought excitedly as two teenage girls gazed at the group in interest. As the group hurried home, Private felt as if he was being watched. Brushing of these feeling with ease, Private walked a bit faster to catch up with everyone.
'It's probably nothing.' Private thought casually, but still kept on his toes. Finally reaching Zoolander Heights, the group walked inside and Private walked up to greet the doorman.
"Good afternoon, Alice!" Private greeted the strange red head with a cheery smile. Alice turned to him with a clearly patronising smile.
"Why, hello Percy! How was your day?" She said with false enthusiasm and a lot of sarcasm. Private, however, missed the sarcasm entirely.
"It was great!" Private said back with real enthusiasm. Alice's face changed suddenly from a fake smile to a very real frown. She then turned around and walked into her office, slamming the door. Before the door had slammed Private swore he heard "Friggin' teenagers!" Then again, maybe it was just the wind. That wasn't blowing through the open door.
At around 5:30 Private, Skipper, Kowalski and Rico got ready to go roller-skating. When Private walked out of his and Skipper's shared room he was wearing a black long sleeve button up T-shirt, blue T-shirt, denim jeans with chains and his favourite converse shoes. Kowalski and Rico had some how managed to dress identically. They were both wearing a band T-shirt that was hidden by dark blue hoodies, jeans and black tennis shoes.
'At least we won't lose them in the crowd.' Private noted as he tried to suppress his laughter when he saw Kowalski and Rico. Skipper was wearing a blue button up long sleeve T-shirt, white T-shirt, jeans and green converse shoes. Skipper however, hid his laughter easily, but Private could see the laughter in his leader's dark sapphire blue eyes. It was nearly 6:00 when everyone walked next door to pick up Julien, Maurice, Max and Rodger. Max and Rodger were both staying the night at Julien's place. Max and Rodger were both wearing white T-shirts, jeans, tennis shoes and jackets. Rodger was wearing a deep emerald leather jacket with a rusting zip and Max was wearing a neon orange leather jacket with a shining zip. Julien and Maurice were wearing dark grey T-shirts, black jeans, converse shoes and brown jackets. When everyone was ready they started their long walk to the roller rink. It wasn't really a long walk; it was only 10 minutes away. As they started walking Private felt that same feeling as before. Little did he know, the same teenage girls that were watching the group before were watching them again.
They arrived at the roller rink 10 minutes later, wanting to get inside. The roller rink was called Rave n' Skate Roller Rink and Private had been here many times before. The guys quickly paid to get in and went to get their skates. Once everyone had gotten their skates, they headed out onto the rink and rolled together around the rink once before breaking off into different groups. Rico and Kowalski skated off together and performed insane moves in the middle of the rink. Julien and Maurice skated off to try and flirt with some girls. Max and Rodger were both skating around the rink together holding each other's hands. Skipper skated to the railings and promptly held on.
'Not afraid of anything, yet he can't skate by himself.' Private sighed as he watched two teenage girls skate onto the floor. Skipper gave a small barely audible whimper as he slipped and grabbed onto the railings again.
"C'mon, Skippah. Grab my hand." Private said with a sigh, holding out his hand for the other to take. Skipper then quickly let go of the railings and gripped Private's hand in one fluid motion. Holding hands with his leader felt somewhat strange but incredibly good. Private began to feel a warm tingling sensation climb up from his hand, up his arm and into his body, warming him from head to toe. Skipper's grip was tight on Private's hand, but the smaller teen didn't mind at all. Music started to beat from the big speakers that surrounded the rink and two scrawny teens and one big muscly teen skated onto the rink, intimidating everyone.
For the next four hours, skating around the rink became incredibly enjoyable for Skipper and Private as they skated. Nearby, two teenage girls skated along and sang along to the music. The girls were both wearing white button up T-shirts, black vests, denim jeans and lace up skates. Then the night drew to an end. It was 10:30 by the time everyone gave back their skates and walked home. It was an eerie and cold night and Private and Skipper were walking very closely together when the heard a scream echo through out the night.
"Help! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! Help us, please!" A teenage girl's voice yelled as Private, Skipper, Kowalski and Rico ran to where they heard the scream. When they arrived in the alleyway where they heard the scream come from, Private saw the two same girls from before. The buttons on both of their shirts and vests had been un-buttoned all the way down and they were holding each other as the three intimidating males from the roller rink pressed them against a wall. Then rather bravely, one of the girls pulled her leg back and swung at the muscly male connecting with his crotch. The muscly male then let out a pained whimper, gripping his crotch and collapsing to the ground.
Quickly knocking out the two other teens, Skipper and Private walked calmly to the girls.
"Are you okay, girls?" Private asked the two of the girls in a polite and nice tone. The girl that had kicked the muscly teen's crotch looked up and managed a smile. She had long curly brown hair that had been put up into a ponytail, big emerald eyes that weren't hidden very well by big glasses and lightly tanned skin. The other girl had light brown long straight hair, hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin. Private politely gazed at their faces as Skipper glared at the two males who were unconscious on the ground.
"What are your names?" Private asked the two girls while Kowalski and Rico walked up to them.
"My name is Lina, Lina Rosemary and this is my friend Carolyn Drawn." The light brown haired girl said with a smile. 'Carolyn' smiled but blushed deeply when she realized that her and her friend's shirts were still un-buttoned. Quickly buttoning her shirt and urging her friend to do the same, Carolyn's cheeks went from red to pink.
"Will you ladies be okay?" Skipper asked, finally entering the conversation.
"We'll be okay." Lina smiled at the four male teens.
"Can we walk you home?" Private asked the two girls with a friendly smile.
"S-sure." Carolyn answered with a shy smile as the team started to walk. She had a slight southern accent in her voice. The two girls were both staying at Carolyn's apartment luckily, so they didn't have to walk far.
"You guys go to Zoolander?" Lina asked the team, trying to start up a conversation. Private glanced over to Lina with a grin.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Private answered in slight surprise as the two girls smiled.
"Call it a hunch." Carolyn answered with another shy smile and blush. Private began to wonder, how hadn't he seen these two girls before?
"We go to Liberty Shore High School; it's a collage that focuses on Literature." Lina told the boys, seemingly reading Private earlier thoughts.
After the boy delivered the girls at Carolyn's apartment, Carolyn wordlessly gave Private a piece of paper with both Lina and her e-mail addresses, phone numbers and home addresses.
"Thanks for saving us." Carolyn thanked the boys with a shy smile. Lina rolled her eyes and smirked.
"You handled things pretty well, actually. You didn't need our help, really." Skipper told Carolyn with his famous cocky smirk. Waving goodbye to their new friends, the team left. It was then during the walk home that Private got a good look at his leader. There were some faint scars on his face and those dark sapphire blue eyes made Private get lost in them. Those endless orbs, those dark inquisitive orbs. Private hadn't realized he had stopped walking until Skipper was trying to catch his attention.
"-vate? Private?" Skipper asked the smaller teen, waving his hand in front of Private face. Private blinked and seemed to come out of his daydream. He shook his head and glanced worriedly at his leader.
"Sorry, sir. I don't think I'm feeling very well." Private apologized to his leader, his cheeks turning pink with warmth. His head was swimming and he could barely walk straight.
"We'll be home soon, Private." Skipper said and pulled Private's arm around his shoulders. They all arrived home a few minutes later, Private falling to the couch with a tired sigh. Maurice, Julien, Rodger and Max had walked home ahead of the boys when the team saved Carolyn and Lina from the thugs. Suddenly Private felt a hand being pressed to his forehead and Skipper leaned in closer to Private's face.
"Huh, you do feel a bit warm." Skipper noted as Kowalski wrote something down on his notebook he had gotten out.
As soon as the sudden sickness came it was gone in a matter of minutes. Private felt a lot better and Skipper just looked confused.
"Kowalski, options on Private's sickness." The leader ordered the taller teen. Kowalski flipped pages on his notebook and gave a sigh.
"He might be sick with a fever. Or it could have just been a hot flash." The tallest teen said with a tired voice.
Skipper told the other two to go to bed and gently picked up the smaller teen. As Skipper walked to his room, Private gazed at the ceiling. When Skipper got to their room, he gently put Private on his bed and pulled out some pyjamas. Skipper threw Private's clothes to him and he quickly slipped out of his clothes and got into his pyjamas. Private got into his pyjamas and tried to button up his long sleeved shirt. Sighing, Skipper walked over and buttoned up Private's shirt. Finally they both got into their beds and Skipper turned out the light. About 10 minutes later, Skipper got out of his bed and walked across the room and sat down on Private's bed. Private pretended to be asleep as he felt pressure on the springs. Gently leaning down, Skipper pressed a kiss to the smaller teen's forehead and another to his left cheek.
"Goodnight, Private. Sweet dreams." The leader whispered to Private and ruffled his hair, stroking it back down again before walking back to his own bed and crawling under the covers and falling asleep.
'Why does he show this soft vulnerable side to me and not to the others?' Private asked himself, but even Skipper didn't know the answer.
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not 'there'
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, you don't need
~Stop and Stare by OneRepublic
Thanks for reading, my friends! Did anyone see any more references to the show?
The muscly teen and the two scrawny teens are the rats from the sewer in the Penguins of Madagascar series.
I offered ponytail30527 a guest star position and she said yes. Her character is Carolyn Drawn. So she owns Carolyn Drawn.
I own Lina Rosemary and she is my character in this story.
I don't own the Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.
From,
Lina Ben