AN: So I decided to try my hand at this category yet again, only this time, I promise to not delete my story if I get writer's block.
Every chapter title will be a song that I believe fits the chapter. You will notice that some chapters will not have any names. Mostly because I couldn't think of the perfect name. If you have suggestions for songs that I should listen to, please please please let me know. I'm very open-minded.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Abby's age has been changed to 14. Fits better.
Chapter Five: "Trouble" by Neon Jungle
"Abby! Come on, we're gonna be late!" I shouted up the stairs, laughing as I heard her shout back in Italian. She was high-maintenance, so she would probably be downstairs in about 30 minutes. Or maybe less, seeing as how I had already picked her outfit out for today. Now, you may be asking what's so special about today. Let me answer that: nothing! There is nothing special about today!
"Tere! I want to do a perm!" Abby shouted back. I literally spat out my Monster.
"What?!" I shouted back. She came bouncing down the stairs, twirling some of her hair around her finger, looking the picture of innocence.
"I want to do a perm." She said, hopping onto the counter and stealing my Monster.
"That's mine."
"I know." She stated before taking a sip. "Tastes blue." She said as she handed it back.
"It's a blue Monster. Of course it tastes blue. Besides, how would you know what blue tastes like?" I asked. She shrugged. I looked her outfit out, making sure she was wearing it the right way. Blue flannel, button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows; high waisted, black shorts with the shirt tucked in; black beanie; gold chain necklace; black knee high socks; and blue pumps. She looks older than 14, and I was happy about that. Besides, her outfit was the same as mine, only my shirt and shoes were a bright red. Red like Wally's hair. Yeah, yeah. I'm crushing major on him.
"Ya got me." She said, hopping off the counter and grabbing her bag. It was a neon pink. I swear, she was so much like me when it came to style and fashion, the only differences were our color choices.
"Why a perm?"
"It's different, and will freak out my friends."
"What kind?" I asked, already knowing it was pointless to tell her no. Once she got an idea into her head, you would be hard pressed to get it out. She squealed and pulled me into a tight hug, thanking me over and over.
"Afro."
"Really?" I asked, before tapping my chin with my finger. Hmm, with her dark, Italian skin and blonde hair, she could probably pull the look off.
"Geez, what's with all the screaming?" Dom asked, stumbling into the kitchen and heading straight for the freezer. I rolled my eyes and slapped the back of his head. He didn't even notice.
"Abby's getting a perm, Mr. Hangover!" I yelled out, ducking his wild swing and laughing as he groaned and rubbed his forehead.
"Not cool."
"Says the guy who got drunk last night, again!" I shouted, grabbing Bryon's keys and running out the front door with Abby giggling right behind me. She chuckled as she hopped into the passenger seat, even though the seats were practically benches. "Ready?"
"Ya know it!" She shouted, turning on the radio to a British channel that we loved. Neon Jungle began to play, making us shout in excitement and laugh as I pulled out of the driveway. We cruised down the road, getting closer to Wally's house. She and I started to sing to our favorite song by the girl group, "Trouble" just as we were right next to Wally's house. I stopped the car and ignored Abby's teasing to see what was going on. Wally was outside with his friends, only this time, there were more than the three guys. I turned the car off, but left the radio on, and hopped out to go see if Wally wanted to come to town with us. Who knows, maybe he'll want a perm as well (cue sarcasm).
"Tere! Abby!" Wally shouted out, detaching himself from the large group on his front porch. I grinned and laughed as he ran towards me, picking me up and spinning me around in a hug before setting me down. He did this intricate and complex handshake with Abby, which she taught him, and laughed when she went back to singing to Neon Jungle. She was rocking out, ignoring everyone else. Sometimes I admired her ability to disconnect with reality for awhile. Wally shook his head and threw an arm over my shoulders, pulling me towards his friends. I saw Kaldur, Conner (with the stick still shoved up his ass) and Dick. And then there were others. Two gingers, boy and girl, a blonde girl, a black girl, and a girl with black hair. I raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. More friends of Wally's that didn't go to our school? Interesting.
"Hello Teresa. It is nice to see you again." Kaldur called out in greeting. I looked at Wally.
"Does he always talk like that?"
"Like what?" Wally asked in a teasing tone. I pinched his side.
"Formal." I said, sticking my tongue out at him, only to pull it back in before he could grab it. Another thing my mother didn't approve of. And if you thought she pulled hard when you pouted, when she pulled your tongue, it hurt ten times more. "Hey, wassup?" I said, waving at everyone else. The blonde took one look at me before smirking in approval. "I'm Teresa, but call me Tere." I said, smiling when the ginger girl stepped forward and quickly shook my hand. She looked adorable, wearing her fifties style polka dot dress and Mary Jane's. I already loved her. She seemed so bubbly and innocent. Definitely different from my usual gang of friends.
"I'm Megan. Wally's told us a lot about you. I'm glad to finally meet you." She said, giving me a big smile. I nodded and laughed a bit, shoving my elbow into Wally's ribs lightly.
"He has, has he?" I asked in a teasing voice.
"Tere! Little Mix is on!" Abby called out.
"What song?" I yelled back.
"Salute!" She shouted back in reply. I grinned widely.
"Turn it up!" She nodded and turned the volume up as loud as she could without blowing out the speakers. Bryon would kill us if we messed with his car. Of course, he's dealing with his major hangover, so he's in no position to care at the moment. I moved my head along with the beat and did a little dance before laughing, remembering I was doing in this in front of complete strangers. Wally shook his head, but smiled nonetheless. "Sorry. I like to dance a little."
"A little? You're joking right?" Wally asked, hands on his hips like he was a female. I laughed at the image, flicking his nose.
"Alright you two. Enough with the lovey dovey shit." Blondie said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "I'm Artemis, by the way."
"Badass name." I said.
"Finally, a girl with style and good taste." Artemis replied, smirking. I already knew she and I would get along just fine. "Since the boys over there don't have any manners, I'll do the introductions." She said. I nodded, leaning against Wally with my arm on his shoulder. My pumps gave me some extra height, so it didn't look as funny. Abby could be heard singing along to the radio, which she had turned down a little. The car had started to shake a bit. "Ginger over there is Roy. He doesn't talk a lot and doesn't like people, so don't take it personally if he won't acknowledge you. That's Raquel and Zatanna." She said, pointing her thumb back at the balc girl and girl with black hair. Both nodded my way and went back to talking to each other about something important. "And I'm pretty sure you've met the others." She said, nodding her head in the direction of the three boys who didn't like me.
"Yeah, I've met them. I heard they think I'm a bad influence." I said, putting them on the spot without a second thought.
"Where ya hear that?" Conner asked, arms crossed over his chest. He glared at me. I shrugged.
"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out, white boy." I replied. Wally face palmed, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold in his laughs. Artemis didn't bother, she had doubled over. Megan looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Don't call me that." Conner growled out.
"I'll call you whatever the hell I want, white boy. If you can't handle the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen." I shot back. Conner growled again. I rolled my eyes.
"Bitch."
"Fucktard." I said, smirking as his mouth dropped open.
"What did you call me?" He asked, standing right in front of me. If he was trying to intimidate me, he was failing epically.
"Oi! Numb nuts! Get away from my sister!" Abby shouted out, grabbing a rock and chucking it straight at him. He ducked and looked surprised at Abby's accuracy. She had almost taken his eye out.
"Abby, get back in the car. It's time to get your perm done!" I said, turning around and patting Wally's cheek as I headed back towards my car. He gave me this goofy grin as I walked, knowing he was staring at my hips. How could I tell? Well, I could feel his eyes there, so that's how.
"Those two are nothin' but trouble, Wally. I like them." Artemis said as I got back in the car and turned it on. I grinned smugly.
So, about the name of the story. It was the only thing I could think of at the time. I'm probably gonna change it. If you have a suggestion, let me know! Pretty please!