Hello again everyone, it's Paradigm of Writing here with the final chapter of Policies in Detention, #11: Sincerely, the Smashers. This has been quite the rollercoaster, and the fact that I wrote this entire story (I write and post each chapter on the same day, actually. I don't prewrite...), in a month and seven days, I will take that fact happily. Thank you all for sticking to it and reading, and reviewing even though I forgot about it. Make it to the end, and you all will get a special surprise I don't think any of you saw coming (And no, it's not a sequel to this. Sorry.)
Ness- DUN DUN DUN, *plays scary music* End has come! Yes, you've seen through the chapter title and guessed correctly! I wanted to have the final two chapters be a good release of sorts as 8 and 9 were intense and rather evil to my characters. Yep, couples FTW!
MahNati- Yes, sadly I must end another story. I need to move on to even more SSB stories, so don't worry. New WIP coming soon, I hope. Peach is hooked up, you just haven't seen it yet. Don't worry, you'll see. Mac is in detention because he took the blame. No one spoke out against him standing up for Wario, when in his twisted mind he was. Lucas took to that for a reason you'll see later in. And keep that thought about the essays.
DragonkynNatKiasu- I have to look at your name every time I spell it out, dear goodness. Believe it or not, I have reviews of more fangirling moments than that, from a lovely user named DatLittleStar. But yes, thanks for being so on board with it and losing your voice within three seconds of screaming. Thanks. And, I try to be awesome. Apparently it works. I didn't know that. Lol.
Karrington382- Actually, Peach is taken. She is and isn't a third wheel, so I guess so and guess not.
Triplecard333- I figured as much, Trip. Cliché, yes this ending is oh, so cliché, but with what the group went through, I think they need a little cliché, right? End result is here! And, I'm just as excited for Storytellers as you man, just as excited if not more since I'm writing it. Hope to see you there!
Guest- That's fine. Any more readers, the better. I can bet you, that you didn't expect me to be a male writer, hmm? Girls and guys can enjoy my work alike. Most people assume I'm a girl, unless they read my profile- which I state in my opening like third line what gender I am. But, thanks for stopping by. *P.S, Stay classy. (Anchorman reference for the WIN!)
zorbo678- LittLucas? Hmm... that's their ship name? I'm going with Macas. It sounds like Egyptian. Shike, yes, Shike has indeed occurred. Man... I've got so many red underlined words in this reply. All the ship names!
ezmonee6- Hey! Thanks for loving this story, even though I feel I can do much better. You're happy because the ships have sailed? Man, your dedicated! The liar was actually liars, as Mac and Sheik both lied at some point within this story and both received love. So, yep, there we are. No real twists involved. Good god, you know me so well.
Alrighty everyone. Let's go!
Lucas scooted down the bench to allow Mac to sit next him, unable to resist kissing his head. Mac sneezed, causing his body ricochet forward. Unfortunately for the school nerd leaning in to have a sweet moment with his new boyfriend, it meant he missed and kissed cold metal.
"Yuck!" Lucas howled, wiping germs off of his tongue.
Ike laughed, and saw it as an opportunity to smooch Sheik straight on the lips. She sputtered, caught off guard by the former's sudden movement. Peach giggled to herself, rummaging in her purse for her keys. Seeing as she didn't have to rely on a ride home from her parents, she could collect her things and leave whenever she wanted to. However, seeing the bonds she had formed with the four, staying didn't seem like such a bad decision.
"You know," Sheik said, looking at Peach. "During the conversation where you made me more me, I never got to ask you something. What did you do to get here?"
"Yeah, I was wondering that too!" Lucas piped in from his spot down the bench.
Peach smirked to herself. "I stole Mario's Jeep. I took it for a joyride, ended up crashing it. He didn't dare give me a worse consequence than detention because my parents would've backlashed at him with the force of the army. Not literally, but-"
"We get you." Mac finished for her, having to nearly hold Ike by the shoulders as he leaped into the air.
"You stole Mr. Porter's Jeep? Damn, I wanted to do something like that for the longest time." Ike yelled, his voice sounding like a toddlers.
"It was quite enjoyable. Maybe if I can get my father's permission, I can pick you all up in his own vehicle and we can all go play Mini Golf or something. Do like... a triple date or something." Peach suggested.
"How is that possible?" Lucas asked.
"You're not dating anyone." Mac said over his boyfriend.
Sheik laughed for the school princess. "Guys, are you two serious? The school princess is sitting literally three feet in front of you. Do you honestly think she won't have some guy latching onto her arm every second of the day, every day, for each year she lives?"
"So, basically you're calling me a prostitute or whore, huh?"
"Pretty much!"
Peach stuck out her tongue. "I hate to go, but it looks like my dad wants to have a word with me at his office downtown," she said, looking at her phone. "I've got to go."
"Wait!" Lucas called.
She stopped. "What?"
The nerd jumped from his spot and hugged her. "Thanks for... thanks for being here today."
Peach looked down at Lucas crazily, then back up at Mac. "Umm... can you do something about your boyfriend here? Lucas, I love you, but I've got to go."
Mac obligatorily sighed, prying his new mate off of her. The boy pouted, his cheeks turning a puffy pink. Mac laughed, hugging his boyfriend again, kissing him for what it was worth. Peach smiled to herself. "You know, sometimes I wish my boyfriend Marth would kiss me like that."
It silenced the four sitting on the bench, and before any of them could reply to Peach's comment, she skipped gleefully to her car. With a reluctant turn, she turned around and waved at them. "Bye you guys! Hope to stay in touch, okay?"
The four waved back at different speeds, and each pair of eyes followed the gleaming Lexus as it roared to life and bolted out of the school's parking lot. Ike leaned back, draping his arm over Sheik.
"Today has been a good day, huh?"
Lucas looked down the road in vain. "Oh, good god. Here comes my mother. Guess who is right behind her too?"
"My father..." Mac said grimly.
The two boyfriends stood in unison, hands linked together with a fiery passion no one could break. Rosalina Mather squealed to a stop, almost rear-ended by Falcon Adams as he pulled up right behind her. A loud cussing match broke out between the two adults, and the said children of each parent couldn't help, but lose their bearings and bowl over laughing.
"Man... what will your father say about us being together? I think my mother won't mind... but-" Lucas started.
Mac shushed him by kissing him gently on the lips. "Don't worry about it. Whatever happens, happens. After all, as long as were together, everything will end for the greater good, right?"
Lucas deepened the moment by latching his arms around his waist, and then he pressed his head against his athlete's chest. "Right. Love you Mac."
"Love you too Lucas."
"Guess we better break our parents up before they kill each other, right?"
"Probably. That brings me to another thing Lucas. Why did you change your mind on me so suddenly?"
Lucas's smirk was worth the world. "I'm bipolar you idiot. I suggest you start paying the f*** attention if you want this relationship to last. Love you Mackie." With a parting kiss, the boys broke apart, leaving the school athlete to stand in his frozen position, stock still. He watched with empathy as the burning wave of blonde hair disappeared around the bend when Rosalina Mather turned the corner.
Mac turned to face his father's car. "I swear... my father says one damn word about Lucas and I... I'll punch his lights out."
That left Ike and Sheik alone. Sheik heaved a cold breath outward, trying to distill the silence. "I walked here from my house. Almost two miles, but I'll manage."
Ike grinned. "Ironic how I did the same? I live nearly three miles in the opposite direction."
"So, this is goodbye for now then?"
"Of course not," Ike smirked, kissing his girlfriend. "I'm walking you home."
The two got up, making sure to leave their troubled pasts and troubled hours behind. For all it was worth, each person's issues were still there stuck in the library. It was Mario Porter's job to pick up the pieces.
Mario shut the door to the library closed, gently releasing from the wooden rectangle so it wouldn't fall over from the time he busted it open. The library was back to being quiet, it was rather unsettling to him even though he'd been last in the school countless times. The chairs to each table were put back in their original position, any trash picked up off the floor. The bookcases were arranged as they had been earlier before the kids had arrived. The place almost seemed normal. Almost. For a peculiar reason, the room smelled of smoke.
He didn't bother, knowing Peach must've flat ironed her hair or something. An eye fell upon the pieces of paper left in the spot where Lucas had sat. He picked it up, seeing that it was only two pages long. The other sheets in the other seats were blank, meaning no one truly or fully did what they were supposed to. Typical teenagers. But, as Mario was soon to find out, each kid had worked on the essay on Lucas's desk. He frowned, reading the first line.
Written by Lucas, Ike, Peach, Mac, and Sheik
Dear Mr. Porter. It's a Saturday. That's easy enough to know, we hope you already knew that before reading this letter. But, we include this day to let you know we willingly sacrificed our Saturday, the first day out of senior year, to spend it here and say one true last goodbye. Albeit, we did things of dire consequence to get put here, we all feel it was worth it. We all found it ridiculous that you made us write a paper on who we saw ourselves as. That wasn't supposed to be the question of the day, far from it. To put it bluntly, you see us as you want to see us. We see each other has souls who deal with more and more grief, that we never get a break from it. Today, you were destroyed and brought down by the kids you hate, the people you know will have to be relied on when you're too old to live alone. Being an ass won't get you anywhere in life, Mario. Being remember able for the good deeds you do in life, do however. This library got to host one great melting pot of backgrounds and personalities for detention today. You managed to snag in one swipe a brain, an athlete, a crook, a princess, and a nut job. We don't see ourselves as that. We see ourselves as people. We hope that answers your f****** question Mr. Porter. Be glad for it.
Sincerely, the Smashers.
We were going to do the Breakfast Club, but Ike said that the name was taken back in 1985, and they were infamous. So, we don't steal. And one more thing. F*** you. That was from Ike.
"Damn kids..."
*sighs* And we are out of there! Woot, it feels good having another WIP finished. Which results in some things to be said. Coming this weekend (hopefully this weekend, but don't take my word for everything.), I may be redoing and resurrecting my old story, Storytellers! I saw that I had enough time to redo it, and I think I'm going to take the off chance and write it again. And actually finish it too. So, keep the eyes peeled. If you all review, I'd love for you to answer some questions I have. It's just a little thing I'd like to know, so I can go back and improve these chapters with.
1) Favorite character of the six in detention? Why did you like this character?
2) Least favorite character of the six in detention? Why did you not like this character?
3) Favorite moment of the story?
4) Least favorite moment of the story?
5) If you can remember, favorite line spoken by any character in the story?
6) Favorite chapter title?
7) Any other overall thoughts on the story?
So, yes, thank you all for being here and sticking with me and to it till the end as we've had a bumpy road. You've all made this one of my more successful pieces to date and I can't thank you enough. I love you all, and I'll see you guys with a new piece soon, hopefully. Anyone else interested in my work, can be brought to know that the 4th chapter of Infernum: Plastic Beach will be out tomorrow. Bye everyone!
~ Paradigm