So you're all thinking, FUCK! finally the stupid bitch puts up the first
chapter! eh? I know you are. So I just wanna say thanks soooo much to
Devilish Kurumi for being such an amazing, inspiring writer, by the way,
the fangy lip thing is stolen from her x.x I could'nt help it Kurumi,
really, it's just so very sexy. so Yeah, jhonens stuff does'nt belong to
me.
*****
Squee and Pepito sat in the lunchroom, same table as every day, same familiar crowd of females giggling around them, or, more precisely, Pepito. Pepito grinned at Squee, who rolled his eyes and rested his head on his pale hands.
"Don't you ever get tired of them?" Squee questioned, with a glare in the direction of the girls.
Pepito laughed, the girls surrounding him simpered and giggled. He always seemed to have females hanging around him, and Squee was getting pretty sick of it. Both boys were eighteen now, and Squee had had to put up with those girls for years, he did'nt mind at first, but it had gotten really irritating, it seemed like they trailed them around everywhere! Squee shot another glare, this time in Pepitos direction.
"loosen up, mi amigo! Pepito laughed again, not jealous of the girls after all these years are you?"
Squee let out an embarassed "Squeee!" and turned red. "I would never! No! I am NOT! " He scowled frustratedly. "No...why would I be?" He managed to choke out the words without coughing up a lung.
Pepito smirked and glanced at Squee again. "Did'nt mean to make you so nervous, Squee." Squee pulled his hoodie over his face. "You did NOT."
Squee knew full well Pepito only had these girls around because his father, the infamous Senor Diablo (A.K.A ALMIGHTY LORD OF THE DOOOOOMED, and those of similar fate), had a thing for souls, and Pepito constantly did work for his dad, his best way to souls was through females, they'd do just about anything to have him. Squee refused to admit to any jealousy, he would'nt even admit it to himself, let alone anyone else.
Both Squee and Pepito were of similar body structure, Pepito a few inches taller than the latter. Both of them had short, spiky black hair, Squees resembling that of Johnnys, Pepitos alike, but wilder and slightly longer. Both wore similar attire, mostly black, Pepito wearing the same basic designs he'd always worn, green and black striped leggings, baggy black jeans, cut off at the knees, a black t-shirt with "diablo and son" embroidered in red thread in the top right corner. Squee wore a black hoodie that he had borrowed from Pepito, which, not surprisingly, had "Your little princess is my little whore" written in bold red letters across the front, and "Diablo and Son" written across the back.
He'd always thought it was pretty hilarious, mainly because it was true for just about every female in the school. Along with the hoodie, he wore a pair of slightly baggy black jeans, they were intended to be a snug fit, but they did'nt fit him properly, nothing ever did, he was too small. Pepito was about as scrawny as Squee, but being the son of Senor Diablo, he never had troubles like clothes that never fit.
He looked at the angry Squee and frowned, looking back to the crooning girls. "Ladies, he bagan, I am afraid me and my friend here must go, duty calls or some sort of dramatic shit like that." One of the girls put on a fake pout and simpered, "Awwww, but peppy, we wanted to show you something in the librarrryyyyy!" The curvy red head giggled and the others did the same. Pepito was tempted at the thought of that stupid bitch and her friends souls, but he'd rather not lose his best friend. "I apologize girls, but we really must go. He grinned devilishly (could the anti-christ grin any other way?!), a fang slipping over his bottom lip enticingly. "I'll get back to you on that, Senorita. He winked and stood up, pulling Todd(squee) up with him by the arm. "C'mon Squee, lets go out to my car." Pepito walked out of the lunchroom, dragging an irritated, cursing Squee, who continually shot glares at him. When they got to the car (a black hummer, according to most of the Ffers that's what Pepitos car is), Pepito opened the passengers side door and Squee sat down inside, grabbing the handle of the door and pulling it shut with a slam before Pepito had the chance to do it for him. He walked around the front of the car to the drivers side and opened the door, sitting down inside as well, closing the door and jamming the key into the ignition, slamming his foot down on the gas and speeding off, Squee letting out a terrified "SQQUUUUEEEEE!!!!!" and getting forced against the back of the seat.
"Pepito! He shouted, fuck! why do you always have to drive so fast?! It feels like my brain is going to fly out of the back of my head!!"
Pepito laughed and speeded up, "Squee, mi amigo, me and my car both have the hellfire in us!" He adjusted the rearview mirror before rolling down the window and dropping his arm over the side, tapping his clawed fingers off of the paint and glancing at Squee out of the corner of his eye, that grin coming across his face. It always made Squee nervous when Pepito looked at him that way, he always felt uncomfortable under such a critical eye. There were alot of things about Pepito that made him nervous, most of them he had gotten used to when they were little kids, but never that grin, it gave him chills. Though it had changed as Pepito had grown older, his fang never used to slip over his bottom lip like that. Once he thought about it, it now held a completely different meaning, when they were kids, it seemed to say "we're going to go jam a tazer into the back of a cheerleaders neck and then laugh profusely!" Now it seemed...well...just..different. It always made him feel embarassed, about what he could'nt quite put his finger on. He did his best to ignore it and sighed.
"So, amigo, what's the matter with you these days? is it something I'm doing or are you just going loco?"
Squee sighed once again and dropped his head onto the dashboard.
"Pepito...I just..I dunno, you don't even want to know, shit, s'just...I guess I'm kinda pissed about you spending all your time with those damn girls, you're my only friend besides NNY, and just being in his house alone with him creeps me out, all those corpses, you know how Johnny is, the guy scares the crap outta me sometimes, fuck, Pepito! He's a homicidal maniac! And those doughboys he has..are insane, they never shut the fuck up! Telling him to kill and to hate!
Pepito kept his eyes on the road and Squee's head remained motionless on the dashboard, they hit a speed bump and his head bounced, falling back down onto the dashboard with a crack.
"oowww!!! He yelled, rubbing his forehead. You could have avoided that!" Pepito was grinning again, he managed to choke back a laugh. "Sorry mi amigo, really." He coughed, covering up a laugh. "Well, he grinned again, a fang slipping over his bottom lip, which was starting to look to inviting for comfort to Squee, I meant to talk to you about something, Todd."
Squee looked at him quizzically inched a little closer to the door, "You're not going to kill me are you?"
Pepito choked back another laugh and slowed down the car a bit to avoid smashing into any poles. "No, Squee, I'm not going to kill you. where the fuck did THAT particular one come from?"
"Uhh...Squee rubbed the back of his neck, squeeee, I'm just paranoid, Pepito, you know that."
"No shit," Pepito mumbled under his breath with a little snicker.
"Heeey! Squee shoved him and the car swerved slightly, I can't help it, man!"
Pepito smiled and tapped his claws on the paint again before glancing at the clock on the dashboard. "We had better start back, Squee, he said, turning the car onto a broken down looking street, passing NNYs house, then a strangers, then Squees, a few abandoned or unknown houses and turning up another street. He turned on the disc player and took out a cd neatly marked "beethoven", and stuck in a "Sex Pistols" cd, putting Beethoven back into the case. Squee cocked an eyebrow, snatching the case out of Pepitos hands and turning it around to look at the back, neatly labeled in the corner was the name "Johnny C."
"Pepito! Squee yelled, how the fuck did you get NNY's favorite cd?! He never lends it out to anyone!"
"Calm down, man, Pepito growled, grabbing the cd back and putting it in the rack. I wanted to get to know NNY a little better so I convinced him to come for a drive with me, I did'nt hurt him, Todd, but he did mention something about murder and the insane asylum. He must've left the cd in the disc player.
Squee still was'nt satisfied. "Pepito, I swear...if you hurt him..."
Pepito growled and looked him in the eye, "you'll what, Todd? What? Murder the anti-christ? Fuck....he looked back ahead at the road. Fuck...get ahold of yourself."
Squee glared, putting his elbow on the door handle and resting his head on his hand. "You KNOW how I feel about him, pepito, he's my only other friend, I told you that already."
Pepito nodded, turning down the music a bit as they pulled into the parking lot, he looked at Squee, "y'know...we never did get around to having that talk."
Squee shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting Pepito to hear the tremor that he knew would crack his voice if he spoke, he opened the car door and stepped out, Pepito doing the same.
"You know Squee, you're so cute when you're mad."
"What?!"
Pepito smiled and shut the door, starting towards the school entrance, "nothing."
Squee closed the passengers side door and looked at Pepito, who had back turned, with curiosity, he turned around, sensing Squee's eyes on him, "you coming or what?" Squee nodded quickly and walked up beside him, the both of them headed towards the school, Pepito opened up the door, letting Squee pass first, putting his arm around his shoulder as they stepped inside, Squee stiffened. "Come on pepito...that's not even funny, someone's gonna see us and think we're gay or something! Quit it!"
Pepito grinned, his fang slipping over his bottom lip.
*****
You loved this so much, I'll bet you CRY when it's over. I bet you do. Actually...I'm pretty sure it sucked quite a bit, and I'm open to flames. Chapter two is MUCH filthier than this one, since this one is'nt even filthy at all, unless you're a nun, but if you were, you would'nt be here, you would more than likely be complaining in some meeting somewhere, how "the internet's the devil" and "The microwave's the devil" and "Toaster stroodles are the devil" But I digress, chapter two will be up VERY SHORTLY! I lied in the first update...I told you all this would be here soon, but I kept forgetting to type it up, then I wanted to make the fucking chapters longer, then someone kept leaving dead animals lying around my computer. Things like that happen, you know. This chapter is SEVEN FUCKING PAGES LONG.
*****
Squee and Pepito sat in the lunchroom, same table as every day, same familiar crowd of females giggling around them, or, more precisely, Pepito. Pepito grinned at Squee, who rolled his eyes and rested his head on his pale hands.
"Don't you ever get tired of them?" Squee questioned, with a glare in the direction of the girls.
Pepito laughed, the girls surrounding him simpered and giggled. He always seemed to have females hanging around him, and Squee was getting pretty sick of it. Both boys were eighteen now, and Squee had had to put up with those girls for years, he did'nt mind at first, but it had gotten really irritating, it seemed like they trailed them around everywhere! Squee shot another glare, this time in Pepitos direction.
"loosen up, mi amigo! Pepito laughed again, not jealous of the girls after all these years are you?"
Squee let out an embarassed "Squeee!" and turned red. "I would never! No! I am NOT! " He scowled frustratedly. "No...why would I be?" He managed to choke out the words without coughing up a lung.
Pepito smirked and glanced at Squee again. "Did'nt mean to make you so nervous, Squee." Squee pulled his hoodie over his face. "You did NOT."
Squee knew full well Pepito only had these girls around because his father, the infamous Senor Diablo (A.K.A ALMIGHTY LORD OF THE DOOOOOMED, and those of similar fate), had a thing for souls, and Pepito constantly did work for his dad, his best way to souls was through females, they'd do just about anything to have him. Squee refused to admit to any jealousy, he would'nt even admit it to himself, let alone anyone else.
Both Squee and Pepito were of similar body structure, Pepito a few inches taller than the latter. Both of them had short, spiky black hair, Squees resembling that of Johnnys, Pepitos alike, but wilder and slightly longer. Both wore similar attire, mostly black, Pepito wearing the same basic designs he'd always worn, green and black striped leggings, baggy black jeans, cut off at the knees, a black t-shirt with "diablo and son" embroidered in red thread in the top right corner. Squee wore a black hoodie that he had borrowed from Pepito, which, not surprisingly, had "Your little princess is my little whore" written in bold red letters across the front, and "Diablo and Son" written across the back.
He'd always thought it was pretty hilarious, mainly because it was true for just about every female in the school. Along with the hoodie, he wore a pair of slightly baggy black jeans, they were intended to be a snug fit, but they did'nt fit him properly, nothing ever did, he was too small. Pepito was about as scrawny as Squee, but being the son of Senor Diablo, he never had troubles like clothes that never fit.
He looked at the angry Squee and frowned, looking back to the crooning girls. "Ladies, he bagan, I am afraid me and my friend here must go, duty calls or some sort of dramatic shit like that." One of the girls put on a fake pout and simpered, "Awwww, but peppy, we wanted to show you something in the librarrryyyyy!" The curvy red head giggled and the others did the same. Pepito was tempted at the thought of that stupid bitch and her friends souls, but he'd rather not lose his best friend. "I apologize girls, but we really must go. He grinned devilishly (could the anti-christ grin any other way?!), a fang slipping over his bottom lip enticingly. "I'll get back to you on that, Senorita. He winked and stood up, pulling Todd(squee) up with him by the arm. "C'mon Squee, lets go out to my car." Pepito walked out of the lunchroom, dragging an irritated, cursing Squee, who continually shot glares at him. When they got to the car (a black hummer, according to most of the Ffers that's what Pepitos car is), Pepito opened the passengers side door and Squee sat down inside, grabbing the handle of the door and pulling it shut with a slam before Pepito had the chance to do it for him. He walked around the front of the car to the drivers side and opened the door, sitting down inside as well, closing the door and jamming the key into the ignition, slamming his foot down on the gas and speeding off, Squee letting out a terrified "SQQUUUUEEEEE!!!!!" and getting forced against the back of the seat.
"Pepito! He shouted, fuck! why do you always have to drive so fast?! It feels like my brain is going to fly out of the back of my head!!"
Pepito laughed and speeded up, "Squee, mi amigo, me and my car both have the hellfire in us!" He adjusted the rearview mirror before rolling down the window and dropping his arm over the side, tapping his clawed fingers off of the paint and glancing at Squee out of the corner of his eye, that grin coming across his face. It always made Squee nervous when Pepito looked at him that way, he always felt uncomfortable under such a critical eye. There were alot of things about Pepito that made him nervous, most of them he had gotten used to when they were little kids, but never that grin, it gave him chills. Though it had changed as Pepito had grown older, his fang never used to slip over his bottom lip like that. Once he thought about it, it now held a completely different meaning, when they were kids, it seemed to say "we're going to go jam a tazer into the back of a cheerleaders neck and then laugh profusely!" Now it seemed...well...just..different. It always made him feel embarassed, about what he could'nt quite put his finger on. He did his best to ignore it and sighed.
"So, amigo, what's the matter with you these days? is it something I'm doing or are you just going loco?"
Squee sighed once again and dropped his head onto the dashboard.
"Pepito...I just..I dunno, you don't even want to know, shit, s'just...I guess I'm kinda pissed about you spending all your time with those damn girls, you're my only friend besides NNY, and just being in his house alone with him creeps me out, all those corpses, you know how Johnny is, the guy scares the crap outta me sometimes, fuck, Pepito! He's a homicidal maniac! And those doughboys he has..are insane, they never shut the fuck up! Telling him to kill and to hate!
Pepito kept his eyes on the road and Squee's head remained motionless on the dashboard, they hit a speed bump and his head bounced, falling back down onto the dashboard with a crack.
"oowww!!! He yelled, rubbing his forehead. You could have avoided that!" Pepito was grinning again, he managed to choke back a laugh. "Sorry mi amigo, really." He coughed, covering up a laugh. "Well, he grinned again, a fang slipping over his bottom lip, which was starting to look to inviting for comfort to Squee, I meant to talk to you about something, Todd."
Squee looked at him quizzically inched a little closer to the door, "You're not going to kill me are you?"
Pepito choked back another laugh and slowed down the car a bit to avoid smashing into any poles. "No, Squee, I'm not going to kill you. where the fuck did THAT particular one come from?"
"Uhh...Squee rubbed the back of his neck, squeeee, I'm just paranoid, Pepito, you know that."
"No shit," Pepito mumbled under his breath with a little snicker.
"Heeey! Squee shoved him and the car swerved slightly, I can't help it, man!"
Pepito smiled and tapped his claws on the paint again before glancing at the clock on the dashboard. "We had better start back, Squee, he said, turning the car onto a broken down looking street, passing NNYs house, then a strangers, then Squees, a few abandoned or unknown houses and turning up another street. He turned on the disc player and took out a cd neatly marked "beethoven", and stuck in a "Sex Pistols" cd, putting Beethoven back into the case. Squee cocked an eyebrow, snatching the case out of Pepitos hands and turning it around to look at the back, neatly labeled in the corner was the name "Johnny C."
"Pepito! Squee yelled, how the fuck did you get NNY's favorite cd?! He never lends it out to anyone!"
"Calm down, man, Pepito growled, grabbing the cd back and putting it in the rack. I wanted to get to know NNY a little better so I convinced him to come for a drive with me, I did'nt hurt him, Todd, but he did mention something about murder and the insane asylum. He must've left the cd in the disc player.
Squee still was'nt satisfied. "Pepito, I swear...if you hurt him..."
Pepito growled and looked him in the eye, "you'll what, Todd? What? Murder the anti-christ? Fuck....he looked back ahead at the road. Fuck...get ahold of yourself."
Squee glared, putting his elbow on the door handle and resting his head on his hand. "You KNOW how I feel about him, pepito, he's my only other friend, I told you that already."
Pepito nodded, turning down the music a bit as they pulled into the parking lot, he looked at Squee, "y'know...we never did get around to having that talk."
Squee shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting Pepito to hear the tremor that he knew would crack his voice if he spoke, he opened the car door and stepped out, Pepito doing the same.
"You know Squee, you're so cute when you're mad."
"What?!"
Pepito smiled and shut the door, starting towards the school entrance, "nothing."
Squee closed the passengers side door and looked at Pepito, who had back turned, with curiosity, he turned around, sensing Squee's eyes on him, "you coming or what?" Squee nodded quickly and walked up beside him, the both of them headed towards the school, Pepito opened up the door, letting Squee pass first, putting his arm around his shoulder as they stepped inside, Squee stiffened. "Come on pepito...that's not even funny, someone's gonna see us and think we're gay or something! Quit it!"
Pepito grinned, his fang slipping over his bottom lip.
*****
You loved this so much, I'll bet you CRY when it's over. I bet you do. Actually...I'm pretty sure it sucked quite a bit, and I'm open to flames. Chapter two is MUCH filthier than this one, since this one is'nt even filthy at all, unless you're a nun, but if you were, you would'nt be here, you would more than likely be complaining in some meeting somewhere, how "the internet's the devil" and "The microwave's the devil" and "Toaster stroodles are the devil" But I digress, chapter two will be up VERY SHORTLY! I lied in the first update...I told you all this would be here soon, but I kept forgetting to type it up, then I wanted to make the fucking chapters longer, then someone kept leaving dead animals lying around my computer. Things like that happen, you know. This chapter is SEVEN FUCKING PAGES LONG.