Chapter 8
"Ladies." Bruce greeted icily. We waved lightly and followed him inside. This was bad. He must've found out. He somehow found out everything that happened at school. And it was utterly terrifying.
"Bruce. We were going up to my room. What do you want?" Richard quipped as he plopped down on the leather couch. I sat next to him and Karen next to me. Victor leaned next to Karen.
"I wanted to talk to you about school." I winced unintentionally. He noted my movements and squinted.
"School? School is pretty awesome I guess." Richard turned away, shrugging. This was going to turn ugly. Just like the rest of the Richard/Bruce catfights.
"Really? No recent announcements or anything?" I turned away, looking from side to side. He knew. He knew everything. It was really scary.
Bruce Wayne, our relationship aside, was a really handsome man. He was tall, about six-four, and very mysterious. Black hair, blue eyes, and a slack jaw. I'd seen him shirtless on accident a few times. Once when he was training and I'd walked in, once when he was shaving, and the last when he was in the gym. It'd given me a few thoughts, and since I was going through puberty at the time, it made it even worse. Thing was, Bruce looked like a grown up Dick. How could they be so identically handsome but not even related? It was a mystery.
"Not really…" Victor turned away, scratching his head uncomfortably. He turned away.
"Really? Where are Garfield and Terra? Shouldn't they be here?" We braced our teeth and exchanged glances. We'd be getting to it soon. And it was terrible.
"They must be…coupling." The awkwardness was obvious in that sentence as Dick blushed, turning away from Bruce. He just smirked.
"You sure they're not at the police station?" Gasps were drawn in and heads were turned to each other. Police station? Well of course stupid; they were just involved in a drug bust. Use your head, Rachel.
"No. I figured they'd be somewhere worse. Like juvi." Karen mused, looking around at us.
"Well, they called me. They called all of the parents, actually. And I just wanted to talk to you all." His voice was dripping with an ounce of parental concern. This wasn't like him.
"Bout what?" Dick scratched his head.
"About drugs." We groaned in annoyance. We'd already had these talks in elementary school. And middle school. We'd seen all of the documentaries, the lungs, and had all of those assemblies. We weren't stupid.
"Really Bruce? We've had these talks before…" Dick leaned back into the couch whilst rolling his eyes. I should go comfortable too.
"Dick. This is serious. Now listen," Bruce began to pace the floor. "Drugs aren't good. Now run along." Wow. That was it? Not very Bruce-like, but whatever. Less awkward talking for us. We did as we were told and ran up the steps.
Dick's room…was nicer than all of our houses combined. It was huge, to begin with. There was a 72" plasma screen T.V. mounted on the wall, a giant king sized bed, lots of beanbag chairs, a mini fridge, and many pictures on his walls. Most of them were of us. There was one of that summer before middle school when we'd gone fishing together, and my pink bra strap was showing. Dick has enjoyed that to no end, ribbing me all ever since that picture was mounted on the wall. Another was of his family. It was one of the family pictures that was adorably cute. Mrs. Grayson's arms were wrapped around her son's torso; Mr. Grayson's arms were wrapped around his wife's. And Dick was standing in his mother's arms, grinning like he'd won a million dollars. And he did. He'd hit the jackpot by being born to that amazing couple.
"SO... Grayson; what've you got planned for tonight?" Victor plopped down on the gray beanbag. We had had our respectable beanbags since childhood. Victor's was gray, Karen's was yellow, mine was indigo, Gar's was green, and Terra's was brown. Dick didn't have one, though; he got the awesome bed.
"Spin the bottle maybe?" We all threw him confused glances. Only two out of the four of us were dating, so it'd be extremely awkward if we had to kiss someone else. Me and Victor and Richard and Karen. I didn't even want to think about that.
"Really Dick? You want to make out with all of your friends?" Karen teased, twirling her braids. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten to mention she got her hair done every week. We never knew what we'd see every Monday.
"Dunno. Some of you look pretty delicious…" He stared at the wall and we all looked around at each other. I guess we had to decide amongst ourselves.
"I'll bet it's me." Victor flipped his head back like he was throwing back his hair. Which made us all crack up, like it always had.
"Don't go stealing my boyfriend Grayson." Karen mock-threatened, squinting her eyes and pointing her finger at Dick. He simply chuckled and laid back on his bed. Karen flipped on the TV.
"I think Cupcake Wars is on." Karen smiled.
"Is Total Divas on?" Victor cheeked, earning him a smack from Karen.
"Shut up dude. I might make you sleep on the couch tonight." Whoa! Whoa! Whoa…that was way more than I needed to know.
"Why are you so mute man?" We turned our attention to Richard, who Victor's comment was directed at.
"Just thinking…" That wasn't a very deep comment was it? I could tell from his tone of voice that he was saddened by something. And I was going to make it better. So I crawled up on the bed as the happy couple settled on Double Divas.
"Hey Dick." I ran my fingers through his hair. I loved his hair so much…but not romantically.
"Hey Rachel." He turned his face to me.
"What 'cha thinking about?" I scratched his hair. He leaned into my thighs.
"Nothing much. Just life…" He closed his eyes.
"Life huh? Well-" There was a knock at the door. We heard the door open and rain poured in. And the all too familiar clinks of Gucci heels and the smell of knock-off Coach leather handbags. Oh no. You can guess who it was.
"OMIGAWD MY HAIR IS SO FUGGING MESSED UP!"
Happy 3 a.m. guys! I've been up all night writing this and watching Sailor Moon and Jenna Marbles. Tumblr-stalking and not sleeping. Review and Favorite. Grammar Nazis and Flamers welcome. Oh! Before I forget-
DISCLAIMER: I don't own a 72" plasma screen TV, or Total Divas, Cupcake Wars, or The Teen Titans Franchise. I do, however, own my brain and all of the ideas hence forth.
