A/N: First things first: I changed my screenname. I know, it's confusing, but I felt my old one was too long and I disliked it. :[ ANYWAY, I also added a poll to my profile about this fanfiction. Check it out. ;D
Ah, I couldn't wait until Sweeney Todd night. I wore one of my favorite shirts – a white shirt with fake blood around the collar, like someone just slit your throat and left it to bleed (hint, hint). I also wore black skinny jeans with bleach stains. For shoes, I wore red-and-black plaid Converse.
I decided to bring food, so I walked to Target and picked up chocolate-covered raisins for movie candy.
I dropped the candy back at my house and put it in my purse. For the remaining time, I listened to music and watched television.
Duncan called me about four in the afternoon.
"Hey," he said.
"Hola," I greeted him. "Hey, hon."
"So try cutting it short? Gotcha."
"Yeah…so what's up?"
"Apparently my brothers are coming over to congratulate me on the million."
"Tom and George?"
"Yeah."
"Uh…Tom's the one you don't like, right?"
"He's sort of a rich dick."
"Oh. That sounds like Alex, but he's not rich."
"Ha, ha."
After some talking, Duncan sighed, "Oh. I have to go. See you later, alright, babe?"
"Right. See ya."
I hung up the phone, and went back to the television.
++++++++Duncan's Perspective++++++++
"He's sort of a rich dick." I told Gwen, via phone.
"Oh. That sounds like Alex, but he's not rich." Gwen commented. I honestly wasn't really paying attention. I was watching The Office via On Demand (God bless Gwen for recommending it), paying lots of attention towards it.
"Ha. Ha." I said, clearly not interested.
After a moment, I heard this Cage the Elephant song play outside. I got up, and looked through the window while Amber exclaimed, "Who the hell is playing their radio so loud?"
I ended my conversation with Gwen, and then I looked out the window. Tom was coming up the driveway. He had this short (dick) haircut, with these huge, (dick) aviator glasses. His wife was in the car, too – she had a short, smart, chocolate brown haircut. She also wore glasses, and today she wore an Eagles jersey and Capri pants. Her name was Angela…Angelina…Annie…something like that.
The song stopped, and he got out of his car, slamming the door and walking up towards the house. Angela/Angelina/Annie (I'll call her Ann from now on) followed. I unlocked the door and went back towards the television.
The couple walked in the door and Tom immediately called, "Duncan! Where are you?"
"In here," I replied, still paying attention to the television.
He walked in, and held out his hand for some sort of high-five. I awkwardly gave him one when he said, "Congrats, dude. I never thought you'd actually win."
"Thanks. You're a supportive brother." I rolled my eyes.
Ann sat down on the couch, while I sat in the armchair. I leaned on one arm, my legs hung over the other. She turned to me and asked, "So? How was the show?"
"Stupid," I rolled my eyes. "Worthless time spent."
"Really? What about your girlfriend?"
"Some time was spent well."
She grinned, and Tom came back in with a plate of nachos and a blob of salsa on the side. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"On patrol or whatever," I answered, still glancing at the television.
The door opened, and George hopped in. "Duddde. You won!"
I heard Amber's voice exclaim, "GEOOOORRRGGGEEE!!"
She ran down and hugged George. For some reason, Amber really liked George. Even when she was a kid, she had some inexplicable interest in George. George was somewhat of a hipster – he had long, sleek brown hair, and he wore a plaid skirt, skinny jeans, and Converse. His new girlfriend was here, too – they're never long-lived. She was blonde, very pink. Her tan was ridiculously fake.
"Hey, George." I acknowledged him, still looking at the T.V.
"What are you going to do with the money?"
"Save it, I guess."
"That sounds old. What are you saving for?"
"…nothing."
His girlfriend then asked, "Did you win the money form the friendly little groundhog on T.V.?"
George sighed and patted her back. "No, Paula. That would be TDA."
She gasped. "Oh my God! My little sissy was on that show!"
That caught my attention. "Your sister?"
She nodded. I asked, "Who?"
"Lindsay Hirnlos is my sister."
I stared. Oh, no. If anything serious went on between my brother and Paula…oh, shit…Lindsay would be my sister.
Oh…fuck.
++++++++Gwen's Perspective++++++++
It was nine-thirty in the afternoon. I was excited to go see the movie, until Duncan called.
"Gwen! Oh, shit, babe, I'm freaking out." He explained.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"George is dating Lindsay's sister."
"Oh, that sucks! Is it possible that he really loves her?"
"Uh…probably not."
"Oh, good."
I got an incoming call. "Hey, I got to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure."
"Ciao."
I took the other call. "Hello?"
"Gwen?" Pixie asked.
"Oh, Pixie! Hi! What's up?"
"What movie are we watching tonight?"
"Sweeney."
"Ten, right?"
"Yeah. I'm going to start walking now."
"Oh, okay. See ya."
"See ya."
I hung up.
I grabbed the candy and ran outside towards Marilyn's house. We lived near each other, so it was convenient. I rushed inside from the humid, summer night and into the underappreciated joy of air conditioning.
I heard Marilyn call, "In the basement!"
I rushed downstairs. Reaper and Marilyn were down there, setting up the DVD player.
"Is Pixie here yet?" I asked, throwing the candy onto the coffee table.
Marilyn, twisting her purple hair around her forefinger, answered, "No, she's not. She's coming soon, though."
Soon, we were all waiting for Pixie Corpse to arrive. Soon, Pixie rushed down the stairs, pulling her electric blue hair out of her face. "Sorry I'm late, you guys…my car wouldn't start up."
"Your car sucks," Reaper said.
"At least I have a car."
"Whatever."
We started up the movie. We laughed whenever someone got their throat slit – we saw the movie too many times to be scared.
However, the scene where Mrs. Lovett gets burnt in an oven still gives me the chills. I mean, she's just thrashing about, burning to death…ugh, it still terrifies me.
However, during the movie, Pixie Corpse asked, "So? How's Duncan?"
"Charming," I told her.
"What does he like?"
"Rock music, sex, stupid SNL songs, mischief, and everything else you expect."
"Okay."
"He's still hot."
I stared. "Easy there, Tiger!"
"Just telling you the truth."
I rolled my eyes and ate another chocolate-covered raisin.
When the movie ended, I simply bid my farewells and left. I was somewhat pissed off due to Pixie Corpse's comments on my boyfriend. I mean, Pixie Corpse would never do this, but – what if she mulled over stealing my boyfriend?
No. No, she'd never do that.
I fell asleep, and once I woke up, Duncan called me.
