Wild Cherry Chews
I know what you're thinking. "HOLY CRAP. It's chapter four, and I bet there's absolutely no plot revealed! This story SUCKS!" I don't even think there's an actual plot line… Well, I kinda know what it is, but then I don't…. SHUT UP. Don't whine, just read. When the plot's revealed, I'll be murdered… So, I'm not too anxious to reveal that stuff. ANYWAY. I don't own this stuff. I wish I owned Jr.'s band… I'd be one lucky, rich chick. ;.; On with it.
Jr's gonna be in an older body since it'd be kind of weird to have a short looking kid being the lead singer of a band called Erotic Bubble Gum.
Chapter Four: Press Four for Dutch!
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Coffee. Warm, hot, caffeinated coffee.
Mountain Dew. Cold, refreshing, crisp Mountain Dew. Also caffeinated.
Shion's eyes flickered between the two, as she sat on the stool in her kitchen, in her pajamas, which consisted of a big shirt, and a big pair of comfy pants. She was concentrating as hard as she possibly could, and her head was aching terribly.
She wanted a quick waker-upper. A very quick one. She wasn't a morning person, and always had to rely on multiple caffeinated drinks every single morning. She was very protective over her beloved coffee and pop. And her Starbucks cold mocha frappuccinos that she kept in her fridge, at the topmost part, in the back, so that no one besides her knew where they were. Unfortunately, she was out. God, how she could go for a freakin' doubleshot right then…
"Ooh, Mountain Dew," our favorite silver haired wonder exclaimed joyfully, snatching the Mountain Dew can up from the counter, popping it open quickly and taking a long swig. Shion's bottom lip protruded out further than her top, looking extremely depressed as she watched her ex-co-worker chug the caffeinated drink that she was going to choose over the coffee.
"chaaaoooos," she whined, staring at him, trying to maybe burn his face off so she could steal the Mountain Dew back. He pulled the can away from his mouth, and let out a satisfied 'Ahh' then looked at Shion. He choked a bit.
"CHEST FREEZE! OHH, JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORCYCLE!" He set the can down on the counter in front of Shion and doubled over, choking and letting out pained groans. She paid no attention to him, but let her gaze linger longingly on the can of Mountain Dew that chaos's lips had contaminated.
"…chaos," she said quietly over his groans and whimpers of pain.
"Hehehe….. Mommy..."
"chaos," she said again.
"What?" He choked out, standing up, his eyes watery. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, mumbling.
"I was gonna drink that," she said, her tired, red eyes gazing up at him. He let out a nervous "heh" and reached for the can of pop again.
"Heheh… Surely you have another can in your fridge," he said, some tears trickling down his cheeks. He sniffled again. Shion perked up a bit.
"Ooh yeeaaah," she said. "Right, and uh, don't call me Shirley." She went to get off her stool, and failed miserably, only to topple over by getting her feet entangled in the foot rests on the bottom of the stool. She let out a yelp and hit the ground, groaning.
"I'm okaaay…" chaos saw her hop up quickly, stumble a bit, then lean on the fridge for support. He shook his head, and took a sip of his Mountain Dew, careful not to get chest freeze again. Suddenly, the phone started ringing insanely.
"Gawd! Who's calling so freakin' early?" Shion stammered, eyes wide and staring at the entrance to the living room, where the holographic phone screen was.
"It's two thirty, Shion," chaos said, glancing at her in disbelief, almost dropping the can of pop in the process.
"Oh…" She muttered. Suddenly, KOS-MOS flew into the room like a bullet, holding up her small pistol.
"Enemy threat detected," she exclaimed, clicking off the safety on the pistol, aiming it at the phone. Shion's jaw dropped and she extended her arm, almost as if her hand was going to magically transform into chaos's and she was going to blow the pistol out of KOS-MOS's fingers. Before chaos or Shion had another second to react, KOS-MOS pulled the trigger and a bullet shot out of the pistol and into the phone it smashed. Pieces of the pricey phone shot everywhere, and the ringing automatically disappeared. Shion's expression dropped from her face as she watched the remains of the phone smoking on the floor.
"Shion. My physical appearance is down 5. I need to be-" Shion snapped.
"I don't GIVE a shit about your appearance! YOU'RE GONNA GET RAPED BECAUSE YOU DRESS LIKE A WHORE! You crackwhore! You don't even get paid! You just get crack! What use is crack?" She screamed, stomping her feet like a little child.
"Define crack," KOS-MOS said casually. Shion screamed again.
"Your ASS!" Shion stomped past KOS-MOS in a hormonal rage, and into her room, slamming the door behind her. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, until Shion poked her head out of the door, tears streaming down her face.
"And you're fat!" She shrieked at KOS-MOS. Shion popped back into her room, and chaos and KOS-MOS listened to her anguished cries of random words, such as 'chicken' and 'lipstick.' In a flash, Shion changed, and exited her room, sniffling and wiping away tears. She looked like a colorblind hippie. Nervously, chaos glanced at KOS-MOS, hoping she'd watch her mouth for once, and just shut her trap. Unfortunately, KOS-MOS had to be a bagel.
"Shion, your moodiness has increased by astronomical proportions. I suggest a pregnancy test," KOS-MOS exclaimed, still holding her phone-blowing up pistol at her side. Shion shot KOS-MOS a look that could scare a rock. She reached for the nearest thing, which happened to be a ketchup bottle and began violently hitting KOS-MOS in the face with the bottle. KOS-MOS didn't so much as flinch, but stared at Shion through her desperate attempt to murder her.
"AAAAAAGHHH!" Shion screeched, almost as a war cry.
"Shion," chaos said quietly, grabbing onto her arm, and pulling her away from KOS-MOS. "Come on." He dragged her away from KOS-MOS who continued to stare at Shion emotionlessly.
"It could be that chaos has impregnated you from your "quickie" yesterday," KOS-MOS continued. "Or Allen could have impregnated you weeks ago. Although, I would be able to sense slight thermal energy from your uterus, and I sense nothing as of now. There is a 99.9 percent chance that if you're pregnant, it is chaos's child," she said, not noticing the loophole, for the fact that maybe could be pregnant with the next Jesus, and was granted that wonderful gift the night before.
Shion's hormonal rage took over once again and she puched chaos in the nose as hard as she could, trying to get to KOS-MOS. Clutching his already bleeding nose, chaos dropped to his knees, whimpering.
"Ah! My nose!"
"I did not screw chaos!" Shion yelled, trying to tackle the blue-haired android standing in front of her, only for chaos to grab her ankle, and for her to fall flat on her face. She let out a shriek that sounded much like the word 'cookie' but we won't get into that right now. Cautiously, chaos stood up, holding his probably broken and definitely bleeding nose, looking at Shion.
"Shion, get up," he said through the blood cascading down his face and onto his shirt, which was actually Shion's. He grabbed her by the arm with much difficulty and dragged her into her own room, tossing her on the bed as roughly as possible, trying to shake some sense into her. He closed the door behind him and took his shirt off. (A/N: Heh.) Shion stared at him in disbelief.
"ch-chaos?" She muttered, her sanity coming back to her immediately as she saw the sight of his tan chest.
"Didn't your mother tell you it was rude to stare?" He said, glaring at her with such an intensity she thought her own head was going to explode.
"Um," Shion stammered, her face turning crimson.
"Shut up," chaos said, holding the shirt up to his bleeding nose. "I'm bleeding because of you," he said through the shirt. "And stop blushing. I'm not going to touch you, as much as you'd like it," chaos said, still glaring at her.
Head explosion in three... two... one...
"Touch me? As much as I would like it! I'm dating Allen! You're stupid, chaos! Stupid like a llama!"
"Shion, shut up."
"You would be the one enjoying the touching cause you can't get any ass!"
"Shut up."
"You stupid queerboy!"
"SHUT UP! YOU BROKE MY NOSE AND I'M BLEEDING FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" chaos screamed at her through the shirt. Shion immediately closed her mouth and sat there quietly, looking at chaos, shocked. There was a small crackling noise from beside chaos, and suddenly, a small cloud appeared. The raging hormonal woman and the silver-haired wonder stared in amazement as the cloud formed, and a man's head poked out of it, glancing at chaos.
"Stop saying your name in vain, stupid," he said, choking on the cloud as he struggled to dive back into it. He did along with a shriek, and a pop. The cloud vaporized.
"…Was that God?" Shion said after a long silence.
"I think so," chaos responded, choking on the blood that had flowed into his mouth while he had been gawking at the man on the cloud, also known as God. Shion cleared her throat as chaos's blood dripped onto her carpet.
"That's my carpet," she said.
"Huh? Uh… oh! Okay, sorry," he said sheepishly, standing up and groaning, for he had smashed the shirt against his nose. "Christ!" He yelled.
"Would you freaking stop?" Shrieked the shrill voice of the entity that had visited them moments ago. Shion stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, breathing deeply.
"I am not going insane. No matter how many times you think you hear God, you are not insane. You are not schizophrenic. You are sane, and… yes, you're completely sane," she said to herself in an unconvincing manner, inhaling and exhaling slowly and fully.
"Shion, trust me, you're not insane," chaos confirmed, coming up beside her and taking a glance at himself in the mirror.
"…Well, you're crazy enough to break my nose, but other than that, I think you're a relatively well adjusted human being," he said, trying to smile, but failing miserably when a sharp pain struck him in his face. "Chri-crap!" He screeched, catching himself. Shion smiled at him.
"Thanks, chaos," she said. "I'm gonna change into something less colorblind and go to Rapunzel's to see Miyuki." chaos nodded as well as he could in his current state, and left the room, to see KOS-MOS standing in front of the open fridge, inspecting every crumb inside the cold food shelter curiously. He sighed.
"KOS-MOS, leave her fridge alone. We're gonna go buy her a new phone," he exclaimed, tossing the blood covered shirt into the trash. The android closed the fridge door, and approached the door, twisting the doorknob and stepping outside. With his head tilted back, he followed. He felt blood trickling down into his throat.
"Uhb, KOS-BOS? Do yew 'ink yew cuh cas Me'ica oh be?" chaos said with much difficulty, for he was trying to stop blood from gushing from his nose, but it flowed down the sides of his face as well. "Ah I ha du gi' uh shir' du." chaos turned from KOS-MOS and stalked back into the house, knocking on Shion's bedroom door. Our favorite android stood outside, waiting for chaos and his angelic ass impatiently. He came out in a dark blue sweater, the same pants he had on and a pair of flip-flops. KOS-MOS stared at him.
"Me'ica peez?" chaos begged, holding his nose, trying to keep blood from dripping onto Shion's sweater. KOS-MOS cast Medica, healing his nose, and then stalked down the steps, followed by the now-healed chaos.
"Huzzah! Phone search!" chaos cried in a sing-song voice, very pleased with the fact that his nose was healed, and he was getting away from the insanely hormonal Shion.
"chaos."
"Yeeeeeeeeep?"
"Shut up or I will be forced to break your nose permanently."
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Rapunzel's was the coffee house in a small town an hour outside of Second Miltia, called Lovingston. It was across from a flower shop that used to be a gas station where most of the kids that skated hung, because the cops would get called if they skated in the street. A red hovercar drove through the streets, past the Blue Star music building, down past the Wells-Sheffield funeral home, which had a concrete memorial bench out in front, and past the flower shop called Blossom's. It slowed to a halt as it veered to the left, parking next to the sidewalk. The door swung open and Shion stepped out, pulling her dark sunglasses down over her emerald eyes.
It was a Friday afternoon and by seven thirty, teenagers would flock the coffee shop. It was the local hangout for most of the teens through their school year, but since the year had ended and summer break boredom was wracking them, they all fled to the antique coffee shop on Friday nights for a good time.
Shion glanced at her wrist watch; it was four. She'd spent a half hour being in a hormonal rage and screaming at KOS-MOS and breaking chaos's nose, plus an hour traveling. She glanced at her right hand. There was a bit of blood on it. She let out a quiet, "Eww," and rubbed it on the side of her car. The color would blend. She moved around the car and onto the sidewalk, walking towards the two story coffee/antique shop and kicking along a rock. After a third kick, it bounced up, flying towards a car window. Shion groaned.
"Not again," she whined.
SMASH.
Shion glanced at the broken window sadly, then walked past the car, her hands shoved in her pockets, avoiding the kicking of rocks. She approached the steps, only for a man to come out, and took a look at the car with the broken window, skitter over and cry. Hysterically. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but what could she say?
"Whoops, sorry, I kicked a rock at your window by accident."
She could just imagine his response. She promptly shut her mouth, swung open the door to Rapunzel's and stepped inside, the bells ringing loudly behind her.
She loved Rapunzel's. It had been designed especially to resemble a local coffee house on Lost Jerusalem by a very exclusive company. There was a small sign hanging on the front of the inside door to the area where you could purchase your coffee and homemade munchies (toffee bars, brownies, and whatever the owner and workers had decided to whip up in their spare time) that read 'Will trade coffee for gossip.'
Shion pushed open the door, accompanied by the ringing of more bells, and a worker leaning over the counter and seeing who had come in.
"Hey there, Sarah," Shion greeted to the worker, who was actually the owner. Sarah smiled. Shion took a few steps forward, standing behind the man at the counter.
"Hello," she said softly, and pushing some long frizzy blonde hair out of her eyes as she took another customer's order. Shion glanced at the chalkboard behind the counter, mounted on the wall above all the coffee machines and bottled flavourings, deciding what to get. The first customer walked off, their order being made. A man came out from the small stockroom, walking past the bookcase full of tapes and books, a hamper with some paintings, and a large peach, vinyl couch which had a colorful afghan lying on the back. He squeezed past a pair of people talking about a French movie, and approached the counter, glancing at Shion. He smiled.
"Shion," he said. "How can I help you?" He asked.
"Well, Jeff, you can get me a tall mocha with whip cream and chocolate," she said, her green eyes still skimming over the chalkboard. She pulled her wallet out of her back pocket, and yanked out a five, handing it to Jeff. "Have you seen Miyuki?" She asked, looking around the shop.
"Miyuki? Oh, right. She said if you needed her she'd be back there. She's probably looking at sex books," Jeff said with a sigh, giving Shion her change. Shion shook her head.
"Keep the change, and… sex books?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. Jeff shook his head.
"It wasn't my idea," he said, slipping the change into the "Save a damsel" jar. Shion nodded.
"Riiight," she said teasingly, putting her wallet back into her pocket and turning away, walking towards the books area, where there was a table with a chess set with missing chess pieces. Indeed, there Miyuki was, sitting on the steps up to a second smaller area that lead to backstage, a book called "Bodies As One" in her lap, and her eyes wide as she read slowly. She held up the book, twisting it upside down, then to the left.
"Which way does it go?" she muttered, her mouth agape. Shion sighed.
"I think it goes the way it's supposed to go," she said, approaching Miyuki and flipping the book closed. "Right-side up, Miyuki." She held the book right-side up and waved it around.
"Heeeey, Shion! I thought you'd never get here!" She squealed as Shion squeezed past the table, putting the book back in the "Educational" section that was the highest up.
"Well, I'm here now," Shion said, annoyed. Miyuki hopped up quickly, only for her feet to catch on the rug and to fall right back down, except on her face. Shion groaned. "Stop playing and get up…"
"Excuuuuse me if this rug is qu-eer!" She said in a sing-song voice, making a retarded face at Shion. She bent over and picked her coffee up off the steps and moonwalked across the carpet over to the built-in window seat, taking a seat with her back facing towards the window.
"So, so, so. Did Allen eat dinner with you last night or what? Oh, I tried calling you this morning around like two-thirty, but it said it was like, all disconnected like, you know? Yeah. How's the job? Has KOS-MOS shot anyone at the company yet? You said they all sucked there. Especially that fat lady. What was her name? Llama? Amy? Jesus Christ Superstar? KOS-MOS rox? Doesn't matter, though right? Totally. But so-"
"Miyuki. Breathe. And let me respond," Shion said, watching Miyuki blabber on, running out of breath. "MIYUKI!" Shion shrieked. Miyuki immediately silenced herself and took a few deep breaths.
"Okay. So, like, yeah," Miyuki said, as slow as she possibly could.
"Well, Allen didn't eat dinner with me last night. He had to work late because a case came up. KOS-MOS blew up my phone. With a gun. I think my neighbors think I'm a homicidal maniac who shoots hamsters in the stomach for fun. The job is over. I got fired. Yes, KOS-MOS shot someone. She actually used R-CANNON on him, and almost blew up the entire studio. The fat lady's name was… I don't know. It was probably some lame ass name like Janey Sue or something. True. It doesn't matter."
"You know, you're the only one that remembers everything I say in super-fast omega Miyuki mode. Props, my homie," she said, giving Shion a peace sign and taking a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, well, how long have I known you, after all?" Shion said, glancing at the approaching Rapunzel's employee, who was Jeff. He set her coffee on the table, and glanced at Miyuki, smiling sheepishly.
"Heeeey Jeff, mah man! How's life?" She asked, grinning at the tall, dark haired man with his hands shoved in his pockets. He shrugged with a small smile on his lips.
"I'm not complaining," he said casually. Miyuki glanced at Shion with a smirk on her face and then turned back to Jeff, smiling widely.
"Say, Jeff… Are you busy tonight?" Miyuki said, trying a little too hard to get her message across. Jeff's lips turned up into an even larger smile.
"Hmm, I don't think so," he said, trying to play it off as if it wasn't making him excited and all crazy-like. "Any reason why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight… Unless you're not interested, then I can... do something else," she said, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"Why not? Sure," he said, shrugging. "I can pick you up or I can meet you somewhere."
"Ooh, pick me up! I heart chauffeurs," Miyuki squealed excitedly, her grin growing. She pulled a piece of paper out of her purse that had been sitting on the window seat, and a pen out of her ponytail and writing down her number and address. "Mm, call me later and I'll give you directions to my humble abode." Shion shook her head at Miyuki as she dipped her finger into the whip cream atop of her hot coffee.
"Alright," Jeff said, taking the piece of paper that Miyuki was holding out to him in between her index and middle finger. He stuffed it in one of his back pockets. "See you then."
"Miyuki's got a hot da-ate," Shion sing-songed as Jeff walked away, still smiling.
"Shion's got a not hot boyfriend," Miyuki mocked, sticking her tongue out at her. Shion whacked Miyuki on the arm angrily.
"Allen is so hot!" She cried defensively. Suddenly, Shion's cell phone stared ringing and vibrating. She let out a 'hmm' and reached into her pocket, pulling it out, and flipping it open.
"Hello?"
"Shion's got a sex toy to-oo," Miyuki sang, bobbing her head around. Shion hit Miyuki once again, almost spilling her coffee all over her lap.
"Oh, hey, Allen," Shion said, smiling and twisting a lock of brown hair around her index finger. Miyuki made a face at her and Shion once again took a swing at her, smacking her upside the head this time.
"Ow! And speak of the freakin' Devil!" Miyuki almost shrieked. At the larger coffee table behind Shion, a woman flinched, dropped her book and spilled her coffee all over herself.
"Devil!" She shouted, grasping her cross necklace, terrified. Miyuki stared at her with her own mouth open slightly and an eyebrow raised.
"Someone say my name?" She asked, staring the woman right in the eye, pursing her lips. The woman gasped, and pointed slowly.
"Y-You're the Devil?"
"That's what I said, cracka," Miyuki said snobbishly, taking a large gulp of her room-temperature coffee.
"B-But… the Devil is supposed to be red and have a pointy tail and be engulfed in flames," the terrified woman stuttered, rubbing her cross necklace slowly.
"Eh, I got sick of that look. The flames were givin' me a rash too," Miyuki said casually with a shrug. "Haven't you ever read the Bible? Psh, and you call yourself a Christian." The woman gasped loudly.
"On-Only the Devil would know I was a Christian when I didn't even say I was! Lord, save me!" She shrieked, standing up hastily and running out of the shop, tripping over her feet and the Persian rugs on the way out.
"Come back soon!" Sarah yelled out to her, shaking her head. "Crazy lady." Miyuki smirked and took another gulp of her coffee when she caught the tail end of Shion's conversation with Allen.
"…baby," Shion said lovingly. "I love you." Shion hung up her cell phone, but didn't have time to put it away before Miyuki spat her coffee out all over the place, spraying her and the cell phone in the process.
"YOU'RE HAVING A BABY?" She shrieked in disbelief, her eyes the size of cantaloupes. Coffee dripped down her chin and onto the table. Silently, Shion wiped some coffee off her face and stood up, walking over to the counter. She came back with a handful of paper napkins. She finished wiping off her face, and wiped off her cell phone.
"I swear to God, if you ruined my cell phone, I'm going to murder you," she said, giving Miyuki a death glare as she stuffed her cell back into her pocket.
"Then you'll go to Hell. And you'll be stuck with me anyways," Miyuki said, finally wiping the coffee off her chin. "And what are you gonna name it?"
"Miyuki, I'm not-"
"Can I be the godmother?"
"Miyuki-"
"Oh, name it Marty if it's a boy, for me, pleeeaaase, Shion!"
"Miyuki, would you-"
"Ooh, if it's a girl, name it Catherine!"
"Miyuki, I'm not pregnant!" Shion shrieked, holding her head in her hands.
"Marty's such a—oh. You're not? That's no fun," Miyuki whined, pouting and taking a sip of the coffee that was left in her cup. Shion shook her head.
"No, I am not pregnant. Why does everyone think that today?"
"Ooh, not yet," her coffee-fied friend quipped back at her, nodding. "Twenty bucks says you get knocked up tonight."
"Miyuki, I… Oh, for God's sake," she groaned, laughing slightly and shaking her head. She stood up and pushed her chair in. "I'm going home and making dinner for Allen and myself."
"I swear. You. Are. Getting. Pregnant. To-niiiight!" Miyuki sang at the woman walking away from her. Shion turned around and shook her head at Miyuki one last time before leaving. She could hear Miyuki's song of Pregnancy even after she left. She also heard Sarah yell at Miyuki, saying, "Shut up, or I'm kicking you out!" She laughed quietly to herself as she walked to her hover car, past the man still crying beside his vehicle.
Hm. She had awfully bad luck when it came to rocks.
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Chrysler Stadium was about to burst at the seams. The stadium was packed to maximum capacity for the seven o'clock show. This was no ordinary show. This was the most popular band in the entirety of the universe. This was Erotic Bubble Gum.
Near the entrance, there was a large table with an assortment of clothing splayed across it, and prices written carelessly on sticky notes sitting atop each piece of merchandise. The table was split into two: one half for Erotic Bubble Gum and one half for their opening band, Press Four for Dutch. There was a mass of people huddled around, buying things before Press Four for Dutch began warming up the crowd for EBG. There was a large sign plastered on the wall behind the PFfD half of the table that read, 'Press Four for Dutch will be autographing at 10:45' in large black letters. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. But in the back, it was a wreck…
"Jesus Christ, why won't you let me in? I'm with the band, hellooooo!" A woman in a pair of oversized sunglasses groaned, tapping her foot impatiently at the chunky man standing guard for the back entrance.
"There's no one blind in Press Four for Dutch or Erotic Bubble Gum, lady. Trust me, I would know. I'm their security," he said proudly, pointing to the name tag on his chest. The woman made a disgusted face, getting fed up with him.
"Well, Ernie Goshenmieyer, let me in, because I am Eden Casey, thank you very much," she snapped, whipping off her sunglasses, revealing her bright blue eyes.
"No matter how much your eyes look like Miss Casey's, I can't let you through. Any fan knows that wannabes aren't part of the show, girl," he said, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. Eden sighed desperately.
"Would you freakin' let me in, man? I am Eden freakin' Casey!" She said, accenting the 'freakin' as much as she could.
"No can do, poser." Eden let out a 'tch' and turned on her heel, walking away and slipping her sunglasses back on.
"I knew I shouldn't have dyed my hair blue," she muttered, kicking a rock angrily as she walked her way back out front. She approached the doors, expecting to be able to just swing it open and walk in, but was stopped by a woman in a security uniform.
"Where do you think you're going? Lemme see your ticket," the woman said. Eden sighed and lowered her glasses to her.
"Amanda," she said. "Ernie is being queer again. I have to go through the front."
"Ohh, hey," Amanda said. "Uh, do you remember what happened last time?"
"Yes," Eden said quietly with a shudder. "I don't care. I have to get back." Amanda shrugged and let out a deep sigh.
"Your funeral."
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder," Eden muttered, pushing open the door and scanning the area quickly, glancing at any signs on how to get backstage from upfront. She slowly remembered being at Chrysler Stadium once before, and meeting her favourite band when she was thirteen. She made her way towards where they had come out of so many years ago, weaving through throngs of people.
"Pardon me, hey 'scuse me, comin' through, excuse me, move it!"
Today, Eden didn't care if she got mauled by rabid fans or not. She just wanted to get backstage and whoop Ernie's ass really bad. Right before she reached the door to backstage, of course guarded by two women with nice, dangerous Tazers attached to their belts for easy kills, she was stopped by someone tapping her on the back lightly. She whipped around to see a boy about thirteen, staring at her and practically drooling all over himself. She winced a little.
"Do you know who I am?" She whispered, making a terrified face. He nodded, his green eyes wider than a lampshade.
"Shit!" She muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him to the guards. They stopped her and she tilted down her sunglasses, humming a song to them, saying 'let me in, or I'll shoot you with my laser vision that I don't even have' and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Oh! Miss Casey. Go on in," one said, nodding and letting her through. She pushed her sunglasses back up her nose with her middle finger and dragged the kid to her dressing room. She didn't bother closing the door behind her as he sat down on a couch, eyes still wide, but the drool gone off of his chin. She kneeled down in front of him, taking off her sunglasses and putting them on the top of his head.
"You, kid, chill. I'll be back momentarily. I just have to go kick some ass," she said, standing up and rushing out of the room. The teenager sat on the couch, gazing at the doorway, amazed.
"Hey, you finally got he-what? Hey, you're not Eden," a woman said, stopping in the doorway and looking at the boy on the couch. She turned away and walked towards where she heard screaming and pounding on the door. The boy heard the screams get louder and heard someone shriek, "LET GO OF ME!"
"Get in there and get dressed, weirdo," the woman said to Eden, pushing her into her dressing room, walking in and closing the door behind her.
"Gimme a break, Morgan! He wouldn't let me in!" Morgan pulled a pair of black Capri's out of a closet and tossed them at Eden. They were all quiet for a long period of time, before the boy gasped and fainted. The women both stared at him silently for a few seconds.
"…We need to fire Ernie," Eden said, glaring at Morgan.
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"Okay. So Eden and the girls are on stage as of now, playing and warming up the crowd for us?" A tall black haired man questioned, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yup," replied a lanky brunette woman, who was wearing a headset, and holding a clip board.
"Well that's good, because-"
"I STILL CAN'T FIND ALBEDO!" Screeched our favourite red-haired gunner, stomping into the room the brunette and the black-haired man were in and dropping to his knees in front of an empty couch and lifting up the cushions.
"A to the L to the BEDO!" He shrieked at the couch, practically hyperventilating. The woman and the man who had been speaking stared at Jr. in confusion, both of their mouths hanging wide open.
"Gaignun," Jr. whined, standing up. "Have you seen Albedo?"
"IIIII haaaaaaave," sang an annoyingly high pitched voice. A tall, slender woman slid in the room in a very suave manner, one drumstick inserted into the orange-red mass of hair that was lazily flipped into a bun, and the other in her hand, her bright, nearly lime-green eyes sparkling mischeviously. Jr. glared at her.
"Talho," he said, accenting the last syllable of her name just enough to piss her off. She tapped her foot and pursed her shiny, glossed lips at him.
"So, I guess you don't really wanna know where Albedo is?"
"Uh, well… First, I'd like to know why you aren't on stage with Eden, Kimiko and Morgan," Gaignun commanded, looking for an immediate answer from the drummer. She shrugged.
"We haven't started yet. It's not even time to go on," Talho said with a snort, waving her wrist around at Gaignun, her large watch flopping around and almost wriggling off of her hand. She slipped the other drumstick in her pocket. "Soooo, I figured we'd spend some time… bonding, if you know what I mean."
"…Tal," Gaignun said, looking distressed. Talho pouted and slid towards Gaignun, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up into his emerald eyes, still pouting.
"But, Gaignun… We haven't spent time since last weekend," she said in a slightly whiny voice. Her lover glanced down at her, looking annoyed.
"Which was two days ago," he responded, suppressing a snort of laughter. Talho just shrugged and clung onto Gaignun even more tightly.
"Aww, but… I've been so lonely," she said, making puppy-dog eyes at him. He groaned.
"Fine," he said weakly, sighing. Talho let out an enthusiastic giggle, and pressed her lips against his firmly. Jr. stared at them in his moment of boredom, drooling all over himself absentmindedly. When Gaignun and Talho's lips split, Gaignun cleared his throat, glaring at Jr.
"…Eh? Oh! Right. ALBEEEEDOOO," Jr. screeched, coming to after wiping drool off of his chin and closing his mouth. He stood up, and shuffled off, yelling Albedo's name in about a million different pitches and ways.
"I'll look for him too," the woman with the clipboard said, walking off quickly, not casting a glance behind her as she made her way towards the lobby of Chrysler Stadium. Talho glanced at her watch.
"Mmm, gotta go warm up with the girls," she said, planting a peck on Gaignun's cheek and walking off. "Ciao!"
"Gaaaignuuun," sang a voice from his left, accompanied by the banging of a closing door and squeaking shoes. The black-haired man glanced over to the door and saw Albedo grinning stupidly.
"How come you're all wet?" Gaignun asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Uh, it's raining, maybe? What? Did you think it was all sunny and stuff… and stuff… outside? Well, nooo, it's not," Albedo exclaimed, walking towards Gaignun and tossing his large raincoat onto the couch. His grin grew.
"…What? What're you smiling about?"
"I got attacked by fangirls," Albedo said, nodding, still grinning. Gaignun opened his mouth to say something, but the white haired man silenced him quickly.
"Fangirls. Voluptuous, beautiful, dripping wet fangirls."
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ZOMG… Longest chapter yeeeet. 15 freakin' pages long, man. That's a looong chapter. Well, for me. The end of this chap was supposed to make up for last chap for KOS-MOS rox… I'm sorry! This chap just got so long… cries
Okay. My updates will be getting less and less. I'll be lucky if I post much the rest of this year at all. I'm starting my freshman year in high school, and I know it's gonna be a BITCH.
OH! And OC's… Sarah and Jeff are actually real people. They work at the local coffee shop here, Rapunzel's! Yes, Rapunzel's is an actual place. I'll take pictures and put up the link to them soon so you guys can check it out and know what I'm talking about.
Eden is my character in this, and Talho is KOS-MOS rox's character. Morgan is my friend Morgan… and am I missing anyone? Oh yeah, Kimiko. Even though she really didn't appear in the fic, just her name, it's chaosxshion's character!
Man this is one long A/N. But I have my reasons. I'm starting band camp on the 7th of August, maybe… I don't know, because I'm having a bit of a retarded moment… I'm supposed to go to a concert that day too, so I don't know. But… My updates will definitely slow, and be even less than they are now! Oh noes! Anyhow… REVIEW!
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-Aeris