Chapter Seven
Morality and Good Clean Living
A groovy note from your author, Hippie Mermaid: Hey Fascist Friday readers! First of all, a huge apology for keeping you all waiting for so long! Trust me, I have not given up on this story, I've just been flat-out busy with schoolwork! But I'm on holidays now for the time being, so I'll have plenty of time to write fanfiction! This chapter is pretty short and not much happens - it's basically just Rick walking down the street and thinking. By the end of it, you'll probably be like, "I waited ages for this piece of crap!" But believe me, there's more on the way very soon - this is just something to go on with in the meantime. Anyway, thankyou all so much for your patience! Enjoy!
Rick closed the door as he left the London flat, heading down the street to the Kebab and Calculator. Despite adding a few "Rick" touches, it felt awkward being in Vyvyan's body. He had to keep reminding himself that everyone now saw him as Vyvyan. He felt like everyone on the street was staring at him, as if they somehow knew his secret. He shook his head. I'm just being paranoid. Walking along, he felt heavier somehow - supposedly because Vyvyan's body was a lot bulkier and more muscular than his own, which was more reminiscent of a twig.
It was a typical morning (or was that afternoon?) outside – slow, dreary and grey. The streets were dirty, the air was cold, and the sky was dense and pale. To add to the depressing atmosphere, Rick was setting out to do the most horrid task he could think of - being Vyvyan. His plans included going to their local pub to hang around a bunch of no-hope losers and engage in most indecent pastimes. Rick tsk-ed as he made his way down the street, his face twisted in a permanent sneer. His body was stiffened, hands in his pockets, shoulders raised, and eyes staring down at his feet as he strode swiftly along.
Despite this resentment, a part of Rick was looking forward to the challenge.
Maybe while being in Vyvyan's body, I could really turn his life around. With a little sensibility and rational decision-making, I'm sure his life could be as great and meaningful as mine.
Rick grinned and rubbed his hands together as he was struck by this incredible thought. Yes! Of course! That's what I'll do - I'll use this opportunity to change Vyvyan's life for the better! And I'll encourage his mates to follow my example! I'll promote morality and good clean living to them, so I'll be improving their lives as well! And when this ghastly nightmare is over, Vyvyan will be so thankful he'll never be mean to me again! Oh Rick, you're a genius! AND incredibly sexy, might I add!
Then he remembered what Vyvyan had said to him earlier.
"If you do ANYTHING AT ALL to embarrass me in front of my friends, then I swear I will KILL YOU!" the punk had screamed in his face. Rick shook off the negative thought.
Vyvyan doesn't know what's good for him. He may be screaming and pulling out his hair in humiliation now, but later on, he'll be so grateful for the improvement in his life that he'll kiss me! …Wait, kiss me? That couldn't be right. Where did that come from?
A horrible thought occurred to Rick, his eyes widening in horror. Oh God, I wonder what Vyvyan's doing in my body? Knowing him, he'll probably mess everything up for me! This could be disastrous! But then his face changed back to the picture of determination. No, I can't be worrying about that. I have to focus on what I have to do.
The young man could see he was now approaching his destination. He opened the door and entered the Kebab and Calculator.
