[S] Be the Lisp-Speaking Guy
AAAAAY! Back with an update and sorry for the motherfuckin slowness of it. School's catching up and I'm miraculously being in the middle of the spotlight again. [I didn't wanted it tho. :/]
Giraffethegreat - Awwww. *gives you a lot of pale hearts and gives you a hug worthy of choking Kar-bro* Thank you for thinking so! You're awesome too because if you guys don't read my stories, I might've just leave this to rot in the depths of the internet. This is supposed to be a Dave x OC but what's the good in that? WE HAVE FOUR FUCKING QUADRANTS, HON! LET'S FILL THEM ALL IN! *evil laughs* Ehem, but this is like going towards it's tenth chapter and quess what- That's just two days in Sarah's shitty- I mean, awesome life. So expect it to end when the reckoning happens all over again. Hahahaha! Kidding.
WhovianNightFury13 - To answer this, Dave and TG is the same guy but they're both clueless. Dave doesn't have the awesomeness of Trollian [so he couldn't see her] and the internet is a big place. Sarah can't just assume that people from her neighborhood are the one she's flirting with. Remember, she hasn't got any portraits of TG just yet. And Dave's blog don't show shirtless selfies of him so they're both clueless.
MariahSarona - Sorry about thaaat! But I'm keeping the killing pretty minimal right now. So no one dies until I say so... but then again, we have Hussie's power of godtiers and shit- Oh fuck, did I just typed that- Okay, I'm shutting up. No more spoileeers!
[S] Be the Lisp-Speaking Guy
You can't be the lisp-speaking guy just yet. Let us continue the adventures of that bi-polar girl.
Sarah grunted for the nth time that day. She was pulling her homosexual friend, James McKay, away from the Discovery Green. It has been months since she knew James from the dance workshops and he's nothing but a major pain in the ass. "James. Come on, stop shitting around!" The black haired girl said in pure exasperation. "They're not my friends!"
"Bitch, come on." He whined, desperate to know the two guys from earlier. "Admit it, you just like both of them so you're hiding them from me." James pouted in defeat.
"HELL TO THE FUCKING NO." Sarah shouted. Never in a million eons will I ever like that Eridan! She thought to herself. "That Eridan guy is so touchy. I mean, my mom can't even sling her arms around my shoulder. I didn't even gave him the permission to do so!" Shuddering at the sudden influx of memory, Sarah was sure as hell that she won't ever forget this day, even with her DIDs.
James looked at her as if she wasted a good amount of food. "He's hot and that's all that matters, Sarah! How can you be so blind!"
She stared deep into James' eyes and said, "I don't want you to be hanging around with that motherfucker. He's too. . ." Sarah caught herself from saying 'familiar'. James would harass her more than he is right now if she ever said that. Instead, Sarah shook her head. She heard her phone ring and vibrate through her pants' pocket. The girl answered the call and said, "Hey. What's up?"
A familiar voice from the receiver replied to Sarah. It was her dance-workshop-friend Deborah O'Neil. "You guys going to the studio?" Her voice was muffled over the noise of the place she was in.
"Yep." Sarah nodded, even though the girl wouldn't see her. She looked up to the familiar sights and read the street signs. "We're just around the corner. . . Why'd you call?"
"Want Soda? Or Doritos? Or anything?" Deborah replied, apparently in the grocery store again, wasting good money for her good friends.
"I think I'll have Faygo and Doritos." Sarah answered, remembering that she's parched over screaming at her mom, then at that attention whore, and just now, screaming at James. She looked beside her, only to see that James is still walking beside her, apparently looking like an abandoned puppy. "James, what do you want? Deb's at the grocery, I think."
"Lays." His eyes sparkled at the thought of the chips. "I want a big bag of Lays, sour cream." He said to Sarah, nodding his head away with excitement.
Sarah then relied the answer to Deb. "James said he wants Lays. Same flavor."
"Okay, sure. See you later." With that, Deborah ended the call and Sarah looked at James with a sly smile.
"Well, that's our snacks sorted out." She said as she opened the door of the dance studio. It was a newly built building, just three years ago. The design was enough to wow a newcomer but it has been a weekly sight for Sarah and James.
They both strode in with silent confidence and showed their IDs to the receptionist. Once they arrived at the studio, a few of their 'classmates' were already there, talking and laughing.
James took the opportunity to drag Sarah in a corner and commanded her. "I want you to tell me how you met those two!"
Sarah rolled her amber eyes and replied. "If I tell you, will you not tell Deb and Ria?"
"Oh sure, honey." He smiled genuinely.
Sarah decided to herself to tell him, since she isn't going anywhere with James if she kept it a secret. "It started when. . ."
The crowd in the studio grew larger after several minutes. Sarah managed to cramp up all the things that had happened with Eridan and Sollux before Maria, another friend of hers, barged in the studio with a big cheer of, "HUZZAH BITCHES!"
She was a pretty popular girl in their school, with her body and title as cheer captain, no guy would ever pass by her without a single glance. She was a red-head and a total star. Maria's an over-all leader, having beauty and brains.
"Maria Evergreen!" Sarah shouted at the sight of overly short shorts and a very fitted t-shirt. "What the fuck is that monstrosity?!" She said, pertaining to the not-too-conservatively fashion of her friend.
"What?" The girl tilted her head in innocence.
James blushed deep crimson after seeing Maria, even if he considers himself a bisexual. "Isn't that what sluts wear?" He managed to say without stuttering or getting distracted by her.
"Hey!" She pouted, "I was out skating earlier so I didn't get changed. But I have pants in my pack."
Deborah also came in, walked towards them and threw a bottle of Faygo towards Sarah. "Sar, here's your Faygo, I know you like the violet one, so catch!"
"Oh fuck!" She shouted at the sight of the violet-bottled Faygo, "Deborah, what the hell?! You know how I fucking hate grapes. You should've brought Redpop or Diet Cola or anything other than grapes!"
Deborah smirked slyly, "It's free so deal with it." She then proceeded to pass the bags of chips around, Sarah's Doritos, Maria's Pringles and James' Lays.
The guy grinned wildly and hugged the poor bag of chips. "OH MY GOD, MY BELOVED LAYS. I WILL DEVOUR YOU LATER AFTER OUR SESSION! I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR!" He said loudly, enough for the other people around them laugh at his antics.
Their teacher giggled at her student's tricks and said, "James McKay, I would rather like it if you don't talk to chips." She clapped her hands twice, gaining the attention of all her students, "Now, everyone, let's gather 'round and I'm going to tell you what songs will you make a choreography of. I have made two teams, seven of each people." She explained, and the dancers cheer. Every now and then, they'd be on their own, choreographing their assigned dances. "The first song is Anaconda by Nicki Minaj."
Sarah's eyes went wide with their teacher's words. "What the fuck?!" I am so not twerking or doing anything of the sorts. She internally raged, considering that James had shown her the music video of the said song nearly a week ago.
"Thank you for that, Sarah." Their instructor smiled, the others laughed. "Second one is Shake it Off by Taylor Swift." The black haired girl grunted in annoyance. Another ugly song. "Now, the first group is for the song Anaconda, which comprises of Eric, Sarah, James, Bianchi, Andrea, Luke and Francis." Sarah could feel the gaze of James, smrking up at her. "The second group, Shake it Off, are Deborah, Maria, Bree, Natalie, Regina, Aeron and Levi."
By the time their group came together, Sarah started them off by saying, "I ain't twerking for you guys."
Francis, a Hispanic boy, raised an eyebrow towards Sarah. He's one of the boys who're usually fun to be with, minus his green-minded-ness that seem to put on more girls in his fanbase. "You have to. This is a Nicki Minaj song! Not unless you wanna be in the se-"
"Don't you dare say it, Francis, or I will end you!" She scowled, knowing what he's already thinking..
"Just chiiiill~" James patted her shoulder, "I'm pretty sure you've got inspiration right now. Considering that you just met two hotties earlier."
"Urgh." She rolled her eyes, "Just shut up and let's dance this."
After four hours of practice, choreography, shouting, yelling and over-all chaos, Sarah went off the hook without having to twerk into their dance. She's been partnered with Francis [in which she didn't mind, AT ALL], and they got the steps pretty well together. Sarah went back to the Discovery Green, after making sure that weirdoes won't turn up again.
The girl looked at the red and pink sky. She remembered the first Christmas she had with the dance gang. Their theme was to 'cosplay' any sort of anime and act it out. They went with something that she couldn't remember the title. Their costumes were custom-made by Deborah's mom, a pretty well-known designer who goes 'round Houston for her work. It was the first time Sarah ever performed at such a crowd after third grade. Then, Sarah's thoughts shifted back to their earlier dance when a passerby had speakers with the song of Anaconda.
All Sarah could do was to reminisce the chaos before they performed. "That was one hell of a choreography. But it's fun, I guess. . ." She laughed to herself, sitting at an empty bench. Sarah then took notice of the still-unopened bottle of grape Faygo. "Urgh. . . Fucking Deborah brought the wrong type of Faygo." She twisted the cap open, the hissing sounded as if it wanted to slighter down Sarah's throat and kill her with stomach acid after saying such bad things to the flavor. "Might as well-"
A deep but cool voice talked to her as the owner of the said voice tapped her shoulder. "Hey, sis. Mind if I up and ask you some motherfucking question?" The guy said from behind her. What's with guys and parks and those talking to her? She just spent a dinner with Strider and now guys flock her way?
"Hmp-" She looked behind her, Faygo in her mouth. The guy was the definition of hot but peculiar. His medium messy black hair made his clown-like creepy face look so innocent and cute. His eyes were lazed but those dark eyes seemed to be hypnotizing to look at. Aside from his slouch, Sarah could say he's tall and has a slender body. "I- Uh, yeah?" She stuttered after seeing him grin at her for looking at him.
"Where'd you get that wicked elixir? To think that it also exists on this place, I must be real fucking blessed by the Mirthful Messiahs." He said smiling at Sarah, expecting something to say immediately.
Snapping from his hypnotic glance, she looked down at the bottle of Faygo. "A friend bought this for me. . . And I'm sorry but I don't know where the closest grocery is. Really sorry." She said, shrugging. Even if he's hot and all, Sarah just wouldn't risk to bring him anywhere in the world, even if he pleads for it. She couldn't risked being kidnapped or whatnot.
"Oh, don't beat your-motherfucking-self about that then." He replied with a pat in her shoulder and he sat down in the bench beside her, watching a safe distance between them. "But I'm pretty sure miracles are soon going to happen. I can feel it in my heart. Can you?"
"Uhm." She wasn't so sure but anxiety filled her. He's not as rowdy as that guy from earlier but he sure as hell deemed dangerous, what with that clown make-up and weird clothing. She offered her bottle of Faygo and said, "Would you like mine?" If he wanted Faygo, then he can go after having one, right? She asked herself, her heart beating like a drum in her heart. "I mean, I- Kind of drank it a bit but-"
"Would you really motherfucking do that?" He exclaimed in happiness, like a child that had been given a double deluxe sundae with lots of rainbow sprinkles in it. He took the bottle of 'wicked elixir' from her hands. "I say that this is a real sick ho-ttity miracle, good sis!"
"You're welcome. . ." She said. Sarah wanted to run right there and then but her mouth talked faster than she could think. The reason? Fuck herself if she knew. "So, I take it that you like. . . clowns?"
"Mmm. . ." He drank the Faygo and looked at Sarah, grateful and cheerful. "I up and motherfucking live as one! The Mirthful Messiahs have given me the chance and I won't waste this miracle. I say that we should all stir up some fuckin hell mirth and rip open a fuckin bag of harshwhimsy and hang out. Hahaha. So, what's your motherfuckin name?"
Sarah smiled genuinely at the clown and said, "I'm Sarah Viznea. You are?"
"I'm Gamzee Makara. My good sis, you can call me Gamzee so you won't motherfuckin get what all weirded out by the sicknasty syllabications. Honk." He added at the last part that made Sarah giggle like a teenager. [Wait, she is one.]
"Sure Gamzee. So, what brought you here? In the park?" The girl wanted to smack herself for being so nosy as shit but she can't help the curiosity. As much as 'Gamzee' seemed to freak the fuck out of her, there's this part of her that actually felt like they're connected of some sort of string.0
"I've been looking for a legit ocean or beach around. But it's sickening to think that there's none too near. How about you, sis? Why are you up and all alone?" Gamzee asked, concern filled in his voice.
"I don't want to go home just yet. My mother is such a naggy bitch and I'm not settling with another fight." She said, 'still' without thinking about what she's saying to the stranger.
"You should patch that tenacious hate, right there, sis." He said, smiling at her. "You don't know when the Mirthful Messiahs will take your custodian! Mine died when I was six-"
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn't know!" She replied in shock, holding his arm in sympathy. "I feel such an asshole right now, showing hate towards my mom then yours is. . . Y-You don't have to continue your story if it's real sad, Gamzee-"
He laughed at her, "It's alright, sis. It's just like that in family."
"So. . Where are you staying if. . ."
"Oh, I'm with my wicked friends!" Gamzee gave her a thumbs up that made Sarah retract her hand from his arm. "They're real miracles sent for me, you know! Haha, honk. AH!" His eyes widened as he reached for the air to his right, as if holding out to something. "I remembered, my best-motherfucking-friend had reminded me to always bring pies! Would you like a slice, my good sis?"
Gamzee showed a slice of pie, which seemed to be still fresh from the oven. Sarah peeked at it and smelled it. "It's green. . . But it smells delicious. Are you sure you'd like to share some for me? I mean, we just met-" She was cut short as Gamzee pushed in a small but filling amount in her mouth.
"It's up and all motherfuckin alright, sis!"
"Mnn. . ." Sarah chewed on it and she felt-lightheaded from all the bursting flavors of the pie. "This tastes. . . weird but awesome at the same fucking time! Hahaha!" She laughed maniacally like a madwoman.
"What'd I told you? Miracles, sister!" Gamzee said, raising his hand in the air attempting to give her a high-five.
"Agreed!" Sarah said, giving him the high-five he wanted. "Motherfucking miracles! Hahaha!"
It was around eight o' clock when Dave decided to go home. He was hanging around town, looking for Terezi and his sister's girlfriend and some other trolls that he had met before. They pretty much ran out the Meteor faster than it landed last night. He was exhausted to the extent that even the Nakadiles won't have the time to waste in waking him up. The blonde albino reached to his pockets for his keys but was stopped by a flirtatious jeer. "Heeeey, Strideeeer!"
"Uh." He looked up, shocked to see a flushed Sarah Viznea, walking up to him like battered vegetables. Of course, he didn't showed it and stated, "Viznea, you look drunk."
"I wasn't up and all drinking shit." She explained, waving her hand in dismissal. "I was with a motherfucking friend, that's all!" The dark haired girl smiled at Dave and he could've sworn that she would never do that with a straight mind.
She won't remember all what I'll say. He thought to himself and told her honestly. "I have a suspicion in who this friend is. But that seems impossible."
She linked her arms with his and he's sure as hell that Gamzee might've given her a piece of sopor slime pie. "Miracles happen, Dave! Miracles."
He sighed and muttered in gloom to himself, "Well fuck me."
"Hahahaha!" She laughed so happily, a sound Dave had forgotten that it's a sound he used to like. "I'd gladly!" Sarah reached for his face and attempted to give him a kiss.
"What- Sarah, you're high." He said, removing her hands away. "Why don't you go back to your apartment-"
She frowned like a lost puppy and replied, "I thought you want me to fu-"
"That was an expression." He sighed in exasperation. From a whole day of troll hunting, the last thing Dave Strider wanted was a drugged Sarah Viznea, helpless and weak at his feet.
Sarah, once again, laughed and grinned slyly at him. "Don't be shy now, Davey!"
The blonde shook his head and told himself, "I'm telling this to Karkat." No way in hell will Gamzee fuck up again with something as big as giving sopor to Sarah. Dave saw what sopor did to John when they played Truth or Dare in the Meteor, just for the kicks.
"Car? Cat? Hahaha! Funny, Dave! You're so motherfuckin funny! That's what I like about you, hon!"
Motherfucking ironic, actually. Considering that you're acting as if you're head over heels for me whereas the real you only seemed to want to rip off my dick. He bitterly said to himself as he dragged the out-of-the-world-sopor-induced Sarah Viznea.
~[The Kankri Corner]~
Ehm. No. I'm not babbling today. Not after- ASDFGHJKLQWGRHDNCSPOILERSUHKAHSKAJHSKJAKSJKALS.
OKAY I'M SHUTTING UP. Leave me a review or something. Loveyahallguyth.. *gives away pale hearts for everyone and stabs Dave with a redrom arrow*
[S] Sarah: Wake Up To A Motherfucking Hang-Over
