Fun With Muses

Written By: Kaede Kinkade

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Rating: R

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Disclaimer: I own myself….yep

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Authors Note: Just more information about my muses I guess.

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Tricks Of The Trade

I had just found out about muses, well not just….rather, just found out that I had muses. I'm pretty sure seeing them means I'm insane…well at least I'm not seeing giant bugs or something. This is the good kind of insanity.

A few weeks ago Spike had forced me to change my whole wardrobe, I now must wear all black, he tells me it makes me look more creative and more like an author…I think Spike is insane. It's funny, I'm insane and my delusions that are in the form of muses are insane. I haven't seen Remy or Spike since our last little get together and I was starting to think I was gaining my sanity back.

But things are never that easy.

Never.

Today I had no choice but to wear all black again to school, I swear my teachers are thinking I'm getting depressed and suicidal or something. I really don't care though, I hate school. Ever since I moved to this damn small school I've hated it. So at school I tend to stay by myself…and write.

This day like all others was no different to begin with, first off to A.P. Biology, which I found myself a seat in the back and pulled out my sketch book, I never write early in the morning, my head is still to fuzzy. Instead I draw, and today I happened to be drawing a picture of Logan. I was putting the finishing touches on him when the empty seat in front of me suddenly became filled with none other then Remy the muse.

I looked up at him, he was sitting backwards in the chair so to face me, a slight smirk on his face and a look of dread on mine. No…I didn't need to see them at school…man people were going to think I'm more weird then I already am.

He took one look at the picture and gave a slight sigh while tapping at the drawing of Logan.

"You draw Logan, but not Remy? Remy be yer muse afta' all an' Logan he be just…Logan…You hurt Remy's feelings petite."

I rolled my eyes feeling the charm just drip off of him, I was about to say something back but the bell had rang, I smirked and stuck my tongue out at Remy as I closed my sketch pad and picked up my backpack before walking out of class.

Little did I know this was just the beginning. Remy had followed me to my locker, which Spike was currently leaning against. This day couldn't possibly get any worse can it? I think I spoke to soon. I ignored both of their comments as I dug out my Advanced Algebra book, god I hate math.

"I think little nibblet is mad at us…" Spike pointed out to Remy as I started to bang my head against my locker, getting odd looks from people passing by.

"I tink she be having a nervous breakdown, best get 'er outta here…" I heard from Remy before I felt two sets of hands take my arms and lead me out the door to the students parking lot.

I was surprised they knew which car was mine, the nice and ugly red neon that only a teen would drive. I blinked and looked at both of them, from Spike [who was having no problems in the sun] to Remy who was currently lighting up a cigarette.

"Okay…why are you two torturing me? I mean hello, your supposed to be my muses and have you done anything…noooooooo. The only thing you two are good at is driving me mad." I stated throwing my backpack into the back of my car, guess I was skipping the rest of the day.

"Hey, come on give us two blokes a chance. We just started this job, and we didn't much have a choice in the matter either." Spike explained to me.

"What do you mean?" I questioned swinging my car keys around my little finger out of boredom. Stupid insanity.

"Well, both of us are phantoms of the original uh…character. We were created strictly to be muses, both picked out personally for you by some weird guy named uh…"

"Jim Bob." Remy stated for Spikes lack of remembering names.

"Yeah, Jim Bob chose us as your personal muses meaning that we have to stick around you at all times, and when we don't, well we go to training. That's where we were, with a lot of other muses, learning the tricks of the trade so to speak. So now we are ready to help you."

Tricks of the trade? What kind of tricks did muses have? I blinked and shrugged then got in my car. Remy and Spike both stayed where they were standing. I rolled down my window and started up the car.

"Well you're my muses right?"

They both nodded.

"Then get in the damned car…we're going to write some fan fiction."