Author's Note:
Okay I am seriously so sorry for not updating for a really long time.
My dad's back gave out and my grandpa is now dying as well and... it's a tough time for me. I finally got accepted into the medical academy though, I'm super excited! I'm so much closer to being a surgeon!
See you next chapter,
Cielo the Author
We walked in, and went over to the change machines. I mean seriously, who actually has quarters in their wallets. Every time I get change I get a boat load of dimes, pennies, and nickels, but never any quarters.
Sollux got there first, and he was in and out like a thief. Before you knew it he was already over at Pacman, putting in his quarters. Karkat groaned, pointing at him.
"Look at that. Look at that bullshit. He did that just to irritate me, you know he did." The short teenage boy said. He was an albino, but he dyed his hair back in his emo phase he went through in the seventh grade. However, the color had grown on him so much he kept it. He was born and raised in Washington, the gloomy weather was better for his delicate skin. He had been great friends with my little cousin, it was kind of adorable really.
Vriska sighed, rolling her eyes. "Karkat. Don't even give me that, do you seriously even think he cares. Just shut the hell up and go play Ms. Pacman like a good little boy."
He groaned, starting to fuss but Vriska raised up her hand and made a little hand mouth with it. "Vriska died from a severe case of 'tiredofyourbullshit-itis' aka 'Deal With It Like A Man Disease' and you will have to leave a message."
He threw up his hands in exasperation and went over to Mrs. Pacman. Vriska then went over to one of the shooting games where you pretend to be an assassin, I really didn't remember the name. Gamzee went over to skeeball. I looked around to see what interested me, when I saw the greatest game possibly ever.
Galaga.
Damn, that spaceship was fine. It's smooth white paint job with it's thrilling [and dare I say sexy] red trim was so enticing! It gave me chills just to think about it.
Galaga.
I put my quarter into the slot and starting playing, I would win this for my dear Galaga.
I started playing and it was all in a heated haze after that; me trying so hard to win I zoned out of pretty much everything, only pausing to put in a new quarter. A while in to me playing; however, someone tapped me on my shoulder. I shrugged the person off, shooting more lasers at the oncoming enemy. However the person apparently was a persistent piece of shit because they tapped me again, and harder.
Ouch.
"What the hell?" I asked, keeping my attention on the game. But it was too late, my recover time had caused me to miss a ship that made me loose a life. "Damn you!" I said, spinning around. "What do you want, oh my god this better be good."
Karkat looked up at me, and pointed to Sollux who was snickering from the Pacman machine. "He called me his bitch."
"What am I, your mother?" I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Punch him in the face or something, I don't care, just take care of it!"
"Sollux, I'm allowed to punch you in the face." Karkat said, turning on his heels and walking over to Sollux. "Jane gave me permission."
"If you can reach that high." Sollux replied, returning his attention to beating his high score on Pacman.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Karat said, running over and swiping his glasses.
"Hey! You piece of thhit!" Sollux said, getting up and turning around. "I can't see!"
Karkat put them on, teasing Sollux. "Oh look, I'm thuper nerdy and can't thee for thhit!"
Sollux groaned, his reddish brown eye and blue eye now very visible obvious. He had heterochromia , a disease that made him have different colored eyes. "Karkat, you know my vithion is thhit, give me the glaththeth. My head ith really thtarting to hurt."
"Good!" Karkat said, crossing his arms. "You hurt my feelings and I'll hurt you back, eye for an eye just like my dad says the Bible teaches-"
"Karkat!" Sollux shouted, running forward only to fall on his face.
This would probably be a great time to intervene.
Mituna came out from the back, he was Sollux's older brother. He was around the same age as Meulin and Kurloz. He like Sollux was Asain, and he had raven hair that covered his eyes. He wore these thick boxy glasses, he needed them seeing as he was legally blind. He and his wife worked there sometimes when the employees were being irresponsible shits. His dad did own the place after all. His wife worked as a video game reviewer and he as a video game designer, especially 3D games.
"Hahaha!" He said, pointing at him. "You dumbathth! You tripped over your own two feet, and you call me the blind one? 'Tula! Get a load of him, oh god!"
Latula came out as Sollux started protesting, trying to pull himself up. "Oh my god, that's just totally not rad 'Tuna." She kneeled down and tried to help him get up and slowly she managed to get him on two feet. "The poor baby needed help." She was Terezi's older sister, and Mituna's wife. They had gotten married a little bit ago. She was normally sized height-wise, and had black hair that went down until just above her breasts. She was a slender woman, always wore red shades over her blue eyes, and had at least five peircings.
She was pretty rad.
I just turned around and let them resolve themselves. Life is a story and not everyone can be the main character. I continued to play.
Gamzee had dropped me off at home, where I went and did my homework for a solid hour.
Then I gave up.
And went on tumblr for a solid four.
I wasn't really popular, but I really liked just being there. My blog was nice and my html coding was hella, but I didn't really have any talents that people would like. I always went under an alias as well, they don't need to know I'm an heiress.
Then they wouldn't like me for me then, just my money.
I got up to get changed, I was in desperate need of yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt. I was putting away my bra when I noticed that, well… I was missing my favorite pair of panties along with one or two others. I finished getting dressed and looked around my room. No such luck, they weren't anywhere. I went out of my room and went down the hall.
"John?" I called out, walking towards his room. "I don't know if it got mixed up in the wash or something, but I can't find some of my-" I reached his door and opened it, to see John and Dave.
Along with three pairs of my panties.
"Jane?!" John said in alarm, and then shoved the one he was holding in his mouth. It was something he had done as a kid when he got in trouble. If he stole a cookie, or a mustache of mine he'd shove it in his mouth when caught. Apparently panties applied to the rule.
"Dude, that is so hardcore." Dave said, wearing a pair of mine on his head. It was my favorite pair too, one of the only ones I had saved from Meenah. It was black with tiny little fedoras on it, and it was my baby.
I stared at them, my first words barely a whisper. "Panties… Why do you two have my panties? Why do you have my panties on your head Dave? Why are my panties in your mouth John? Why is there a pair of my panties on the floor?" My volume was raising with every word. "Why… why did you pull a panty raid on your best friend's older sister?!"
John spat out my panties, his eyes wide like a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Dave was cool as ice though, his 'cool kid' game was just so strong. The albino stared at me through his black shades.
"Because Jane, I thought this would be a mighty fine hat." He said, patting his platinum hair. "It contrasts beautifully doesn't it?"
"David Elizabeth Strider, you give me those this instant!" I said, blushing profusely.
"Oh, saying full names now?" He said, giving me a cocky smirk. "No, I think I like this look on me."
"I'll tell Dirk."
"Shit." He said, raising his hands in defeat. "John, you heard the girl. Return the fruits of our panty raid." He pulled off the pair and handed it to John.
John returned the handful to me, which I snatched out of his hand. "You bunch of perverts! Stay out of my room, or I swear to god you will not like the consequences!"
"What will you do to us Jane, stab us with a fork?" Dave said, sarcasm just oozing from his words.
"Bitch. I might." I replied, turning on my heel and sashaying out.
