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"Please tell me why we're doing this again," Serena wailed in earnest as she looked at the box of hair dye that sat in her hand with anxiety. She and Gabriella were sitting in her bathroom, getting ready to color the girl's hair.
"Because you don't want a creepy British guy following you around. Remember that stalking is bad, and we don't want a stalker. If you look like me, it will be all fun and games!" Gabriella clapped her hands in excitement.
"But why couldn't you dye your hair?" Serena whined.
"Because my dad would have a litter of kittens if I did anything to m hair," Gabriella started off, "besides your parents don't care. And since I'm seriously lacking in the monetary department, I was able to nick this from daddy dearest."
Serena raised her eyebrow, "And you say I'm incorrigible," she said, sighing, "Now lets get started, remember that Jordy got his rights to the van back, so he's taking us to the mall. Then the creepy guy will show up, and you can have all the fun that your pretty little mind can think up."
When Jordan's name was mentioned, Gabriella had gotten a dreamy look in her eyes. She and Jordan had just gone out on a date the day before and were officially boyfriend and girlfriend for the time being. She soon snapped out of her lovely daydream and got with coloring her best friend's hair.
"You're blonde!" was the first thing that came out of Connor's mouth when he saw the two.
"No shit!" Gabriella said, mimicking the tone of voice Connor had used, thinking that he was talking about her, not Serena.
"Not you, her!" Connor said as he pointed to Serena, who was busy patting her hair down self consciously, still not sure about the awkward color. The girl still missed the familiar midnight locks of hers.
"Are you all ready?" AJ asked, sticking her head out the back of the van that Jordan was driving.
"Yeah, let's get a move on!" Zane shouted. No doubt one of them had a hand over Rich's mouth, preventing the teen to voice his own opinion. And by judging from the girlish scream that emitted from the back of the van a few moments later, it was Zane who had the honor that day. "He bit me, but I'm okay. I'm really okay!" he called out after the few moments of screaming were out of his system.
"Good, cause I wasn't going to ask," Serena told him as she climbed into the back, Connor closely following. Gabriella climbed in as well, but in the front seat, passenger's side, her own self designated spot.
"That hurts, it hurts…right here!" Zane clutched his chest. "My heart is breaking." He fell over in a theater faint, well the closest thing that came to a theater faith as he was sitting down anyway.
Connor didn't even bat an eye at Zane's antics, "You're heart's lower, in your ribcage," he remarked, ignoring the new dramatics effects that Zane had added in. Instead he entertained himself by balancing a dagger on his pointer finger, in a moving vehicle.
"You're going to mess up and cut your self, and I'm going to laugh," AJ said, rolling her eyes.
This was a common occurrence when the seven of them traveled anywhere together. Connor would pull out a random weapon and start playing with it. Most of the time it was only to show off, although he really didn't need to. Everyone knew of his everlasting love for sharp pointy things. Every last one of the others always looked forward to the times when he just pulled out a piece of wood and a pocketknife to make a stake, or when he pulled out his game boy. It was getting harder and harder to make up stories to tell the staff at the ER.
"I'll get the first aid kit!" Serena said helpfully. "Hey, Ella, get me the first aid kit will you? Connor's doing hit stunts again."
Up front there was a conversation, more like a disagreement, or an argument, going on between Jordan and Gabriella. The topic, Jordan's driving, or lack of thereof.
"You're driving too slow," she whined as she tossed the first aid kit back to Serena. "An old lady just passed us!"
Jordan snorted indignantly. "And we all know that old ladies are maniacs. One killed my kitten when I was little, or maybe that was me… It's a toss up, but I like to think it was the old people. Gives me something to scream about during the night time hours, well when I'm not screaming about Oz anyway."
"You had such a traumatic childhood," Gabriella pretended to wipe away a stray tear. "You should write a best-selling book. But it still doesn't explain why old lady Jones is passing us, while walking."
"I want to be safe? I don't want to get a ticket for speeding?" Jordan ran through the possible set of answers, trying to find the most plausible excuse to convince Gabriella about his driving habits, should he be taken seriously by the girl that was sitting next to him.
Gabriella snorted at the lame attempts of excuses that Jordan tried to make up and convince her. "You'll get a ticket all right," she told him plainly. "Only problem is, it won't be for speeding, it'll be for driving too slow."
With that said, she folded her arms and put a cocky smirk upon her face as she sat back, knowing she had one this little disagreement, for now. The peace was broken by a loud expletive shouted by Connor; Jordan jammed on the breaks. "Don't get blood on the carpet, it's really a bitch to clean!" was the first thing out of his mouth. "Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, and a sharp elbow in his ribs courtesy of Gabriella and her lack of knowing what personal space was.
"Don't worry, we got it, it's shallow, already scabbing over," AJ reported to the front. She and Serena were applying pressure to Connor's hand, which had been cut once again. Zane was passed out on Rich's lap, due the sight of blood. Connor was just sitting there, glaring at the already healing wound with contempt clear in his beady eyes. "Maybe this time it will teach you to play with sharp objects in a moving vehicle," AJ tried to reprimand him. It fell on deaf ears, and everybody knew it.
Even with Jordan's driving, they got to the mall rather quickly, and as Serena lived closest to it and they were the last to be picked up. Marching in, the girls let the guys stare into the Motorcycle and Car store window for a few moments before they had to end up dragging them away. Gabriella had both Rich and Jordan by the arms.
"But it's pretty!" Zane complained as Serena held on to his arm with a firm grip as she pulled him down the mall way and towards the food court.
"I'll show you something a hell of a lot more pretty if you don't shut your pie hole," Gabriella growled. She wanted to set the plan into action as soon as possible; she was itching for something to do, and this could be it. After he received the warning, Zane shut up, not wanting Gabriella mad at him. A mad Gabriella was someone you wanted on your side, and not mad at you. She could get down right scary when forced to.
When they reached the food court, the main base for their operations, the girls released the guys. And all of them went to find a table, which was rather simple, since there weren't a lot of people in the mall. Which was quite strange considering it was a Sunday afternoon, which is when many people go to browse though the stores. But the lack of people didn't phase them, it would just make everything that much more simple.
Zane remained standing as the rest sat down around a table situated in the corner. " We few, we happy few, we band of brothers," he started.
"And sisters!" AJ called out, always looking for equality.
"And sisters," Zane relinquished. "We are here today to wage a war, a war on the creepy British guy who is stalking Serena. Whose with me?" he held up an arm in the spirit of the moment, the rest just laughed at him. He put him arm down sheepishly, a faint rosy color coming to his cheeks.
"Is that supposed your motivational speech?" Gabriella quipped, "Where'd we get this guy anyhow?"
"He's the guy that made up the plan, and the name for the plan, which very good after all," Serena shrugged.
"If I may go on," Zane cut in, the blushing quelled and his voice tight. "We will commence with the plan."
"The plan?" AJ pretended to swoon into Rich's lap, who just pushed her off.
"The plan!" Gabriella confirmed, clapping her hands in fake excitement. But AJ pulled her up anyway and started to dance. Gabriella, caught up in AJ's enthusiasm, began to dance as well. The rest just watched in mild amusement.
"You're idiots," Serena said finally.
Gabriella turned, "It's better to be an idiot to be bleeding fool. Or rather, it's better to be suspected to be a fool, than to open your mouth and confirm the fact."
Author Notes: Err....expect about 2-3 more chapters, and I'm not too good at humor, am I? Oh well, next chapter should be fun and games....sorta.
"Please tell me why we're doing this again," Serena wailed in earnest as she looked at the box of hair dye that sat in her hand with anxiety. She and Gabriella were sitting in her bathroom, getting ready to color the girl's hair.
"Because you don't want a creepy British guy following you around. Remember that stalking is bad, and we don't want a stalker. If you look like me, it will be all fun and games!" Gabriella clapped her hands in excitement.
"But why couldn't you dye your hair?" Serena whined.
"Because my dad would have a litter of kittens if I did anything to m hair," Gabriella started off, "besides your parents don't care. And since I'm seriously lacking in the monetary department, I was able to nick this from daddy dearest."
Serena raised her eyebrow, "And you say I'm incorrigible," she said, sighing, "Now lets get started, remember that Jordy got his rights to the van back, so he's taking us to the mall. Then the creepy guy will show up, and you can have all the fun that your pretty little mind can think up."
When Jordan's name was mentioned, Gabriella had gotten a dreamy look in her eyes. She and Jordan had just gone out on a date the day before and were officially boyfriend and girlfriend for the time being. She soon snapped out of her lovely daydream and got with coloring her best friend's hair.
"You're blonde!" was the first thing that came out of Connor's mouth when he saw the two.
"No shit!" Gabriella said, mimicking the tone of voice Connor had used, thinking that he was talking about her, not Serena.
"Not you, her!" Connor said as he pointed to Serena, who was busy patting her hair down self consciously, still not sure about the awkward color. The girl still missed the familiar midnight locks of hers.
"Are you all ready?" AJ asked, sticking her head out the back of the van that Jordan was driving.
"Yeah, let's get a move on!" Zane shouted. No doubt one of them had a hand over Rich's mouth, preventing the teen to voice his own opinion. And by judging from the girlish scream that emitted from the back of the van a few moments later, it was Zane who had the honor that day. "He bit me, but I'm okay. I'm really okay!" he called out after the few moments of screaming were out of his system.
"Good, cause I wasn't going to ask," Serena told him as she climbed into the back, Connor closely following. Gabriella climbed in as well, but in the front seat, passenger's side, her own self designated spot.
"That hurts, it hurts…right here!" Zane clutched his chest. "My heart is breaking." He fell over in a theater faint, well the closest thing that came to a theater faith as he was sitting down anyway.
Connor didn't even bat an eye at Zane's antics, "You're heart's lower, in your ribcage," he remarked, ignoring the new dramatics effects that Zane had added in. Instead he entertained himself by balancing a dagger on his pointer finger, in a moving vehicle.
"You're going to mess up and cut your self, and I'm going to laugh," AJ said, rolling her eyes.
This was a common occurrence when the seven of them traveled anywhere together. Connor would pull out a random weapon and start playing with it. Most of the time it was only to show off, although he really didn't need to. Everyone knew of his everlasting love for sharp pointy things. Every last one of the others always looked forward to the times when he just pulled out a piece of wood and a pocketknife to make a stake, or when he pulled out his game boy. It was getting harder and harder to make up stories to tell the staff at the ER.
"I'll get the first aid kit!" Serena said helpfully. "Hey, Ella, get me the first aid kit will you? Connor's doing hit stunts again."
Up front there was a conversation, more like a disagreement, or an argument, going on between Jordan and Gabriella. The topic, Jordan's driving, or lack of thereof.
"You're driving too slow," she whined as she tossed the first aid kit back to Serena. "An old lady just passed us!"
Jordan snorted indignantly. "And we all know that old ladies are maniacs. One killed my kitten when I was little, or maybe that was me… It's a toss up, but I like to think it was the old people. Gives me something to scream about during the night time hours, well when I'm not screaming about Oz anyway."
"You had such a traumatic childhood," Gabriella pretended to wipe away a stray tear. "You should write a best-selling book. But it still doesn't explain why old lady Jones is passing us, while walking."
"I want to be safe? I don't want to get a ticket for speeding?" Jordan ran through the possible set of answers, trying to find the most plausible excuse to convince Gabriella about his driving habits, should he be taken seriously by the girl that was sitting next to him.
Gabriella snorted at the lame attempts of excuses that Jordan tried to make up and convince her. "You'll get a ticket all right," she told him plainly. "Only problem is, it won't be for speeding, it'll be for driving too slow."
With that said, she folded her arms and put a cocky smirk upon her face as she sat back, knowing she had one this little disagreement, for now. The peace was broken by a loud expletive shouted by Connor; Jordan jammed on the breaks. "Don't get blood on the carpet, it's really a bitch to clean!" was the first thing out of his mouth. "Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, and a sharp elbow in his ribs courtesy of Gabriella and her lack of knowing what personal space was.
"Don't worry, we got it, it's shallow, already scabbing over," AJ reported to the front. She and Serena were applying pressure to Connor's hand, which had been cut once again. Zane was passed out on Rich's lap, due the sight of blood. Connor was just sitting there, glaring at the already healing wound with contempt clear in his beady eyes. "Maybe this time it will teach you to play with sharp objects in a moving vehicle," AJ tried to reprimand him. It fell on deaf ears, and everybody knew it.
Even with Jordan's driving, they got to the mall rather quickly, and as Serena lived closest to it and they were the last to be picked up. Marching in, the girls let the guys stare into the Motorcycle and Car store window for a few moments before they had to end up dragging them away. Gabriella had both Rich and Jordan by the arms.
"But it's pretty!" Zane complained as Serena held on to his arm with a firm grip as she pulled him down the mall way and towards the food court.
"I'll show you something a hell of a lot more pretty if you don't shut your pie hole," Gabriella growled. She wanted to set the plan into action as soon as possible; she was itching for something to do, and this could be it. After he received the warning, Zane shut up, not wanting Gabriella mad at him. A mad Gabriella was someone you wanted on your side, and not mad at you. She could get down right scary when forced to.
When they reached the food court, the main base for their operations, the girls released the guys. And all of them went to find a table, which was rather simple, since there weren't a lot of people in the mall. Which was quite strange considering it was a Sunday afternoon, which is when many people go to browse though the stores. But the lack of people didn't phase them, it would just make everything that much more simple.
Zane remained standing as the rest sat down around a table situated in the corner. " We few, we happy few, we band of brothers," he started.
"And sisters!" AJ called out, always looking for equality.
"And sisters," Zane relinquished. "We are here today to wage a war, a war on the creepy British guy who is stalking Serena. Whose with me?" he held up an arm in the spirit of the moment, the rest just laughed at him. He put him arm down sheepishly, a faint rosy color coming to his cheeks.
"Is that supposed your motivational speech?" Gabriella quipped, "Where'd we get this guy anyhow?"
"He's the guy that made up the plan, and the name for the plan, which very good after all," Serena shrugged.
"If I may go on," Zane cut in, the blushing quelled and his voice tight. "We will commence with the plan."
"The plan?" AJ pretended to swoon into Rich's lap, who just pushed her off.
"The plan!" Gabriella confirmed, clapping her hands in fake excitement. But AJ pulled her up anyway and started to dance. Gabriella, caught up in AJ's enthusiasm, began to dance as well. The rest just watched in mild amusement.
"You're idiots," Serena said finally.
Gabriella turned, "It's better to be an idiot to be bleeding fool. Or rather, it's better to be suspected to be a fool, than to open your mouth and confirm the fact."
Author Notes: Err....expect about 2-3 more chapters, and I'm not too good at humor, am I? Oh well, next chapter should be fun and games....sorta.