A/N: Welcome back! Thanx to those who read and thanx to those who
reviewed! Here's the next chapter to the fic. Enjoy the antics if you will!
Moving Day pt. 1
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"I can't believe they did what they did." Stacy sighed walking along with the rest of the "Elite" towards the boarding houses. She was holding on to Edge's hand as he even looked too angry for words. Stephanie spoke up from the front of the group about respect and Stacy just shook her head. This semester was not going to be an easy one. Whether they liked it or not they were going to have to work harder and pay more attention. Screw personal differences these new people, the "Asylum", were faster, better and more innovative. Bumpy roads didn't even begin to describe what they'd experienced today. Only four words could perfectly describe what had happened earlier. Full Blown Ass Kickin'. And that Storme girl had taken a chunk of her hair too. Or at least it felt like she had.
"Well at least we've still got our OWN personal dorms to go to. There's one place they can't invade." Matt said. "So we have some peace-"
"Matt?" Lita tugged on his shirt sleeve looking at him in question. He just pointed in the direction of the girls' boarding house.
"What in the hell?"
"And quiet." Matt finished while they watched two large moving trucks posted outside the house. There were a dozen or so men moving various objects out of the trucks. Mystic broke from the ranks and walked up to one of them getting their attention.
"Um excuse me sir." Mystic approached politely. "Sir what's going on?"
"Oh." The man said gruffly. "New kids movin' in. There are more trucks down the way at another house. Kids must be really special to have all of this stuff moved in."
"Yeah really special." She muttered as she walked back to her crew.
"Lets go check out what the anal-retentive are doing now." Stephanie grumbled.
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As Stacy slowly made her way towards her room, she stopped dead in her tracks when she found the door hanging wide open. The walls nearly shook at the volume of the blaring music pouring into the hallway. She covered her ears and walked in, gawking when, much to her chagrin, she found Storme standing in the room, frowning distastefully at a Backstreet Boys poster displayed proudly over Stacy's bed. Storme jumped onto the bed, grabbing hold of the corner and yanking it off the wall, wadding it up and tossing it onto the floor as Stacy scoffed. Stacy crossed to the stereo, which currently blasted a loud rift of a Social D cover of "Tainted Love", and turned the volume off.
"What the HELL are you doing?!" she cried as Storme turned from where she'd yanked down another boy-band poster to see what had happened to her music.
"Making room. What are YOU doing?" Storme asked with a cheeky grin, before crossing to a brightly decorated trunk, throwing it open and pulling out a few items. She unrolled a poster and climbed back onto Stacy's bed, placing it where the Backstreet Boys poster had once hung. She hopped back down, staring at it a moment, before turning back to Stacy.
"What the hell are you doing in my room? And why are you putting up posters over my bed? Who the hell are the Vandals?"
"I'm in MY room, putting posters on my wall, and-" Storme let her mouth fall open. "How can you not know who the Vandals are?"
"This is NOT your room!" Stacy replied, taking a step towards her bed to take down the poster. Storme grabbed her arm, shoving her back.
"I guess, Barbie, that this must now be OUR room, so I'm going to lay down a few ground rules," Storme said with a death glare.
"I am not sharing a room with you!"
"You obviously have no choice, so I suggest you listen, and listen well. Rule number one: Don't. Touch. My. Poster."
"It's over my bed, I'll do whatever I want with it," Stacy snapped, attempting to take another step towards the wall. Storme shoved her back once more.
"No dear, you won't. Second of all, you don't touch the stereo. Especially while there's Distillers on it."
"Who?"
"Oh jesus christ."
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As a reluctant Kurt made his way into his own room, he groaned loudly as he found Charlie Ferris sitting Indian style on the floor, attempting to reassemble what looked to be a computer. Charlie looked up when Kurt walked in.
"Don't tell me that I'm sharing a room with you," Kurt practically begged. Charlie raised an eyebrow and then went back to plugging in wires.
"Dude, put on a hat. I can't see what I'm doing from the glare off of your head."
"Excuse me?!"
"Hat. Cover up your baldness, man," Charlie replied, successfully plugging in the last wire. He stood up, crossing to his bags and pulling out a bright green trucker's hat. He crossed the room, placed it on top of Kurt's head, and then glanced to Kurt's desk, before brushing the items off quickly and placing his computer on top of it, turning it on.
"What are you doing?! That is my desk! Those are letters from my mother you just hastily knocked to the ground!" Kurt fussed, kneeling to pick up his discarded items. He straightened up, only to see his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. "Ack!"
Charlie chuckled as Kurt tossed his items back to the floor and quickly removed the hat. "Come on man. That was a good look for you." Kurt turned to him with a frown before quickly tossing the hat out the window. "HEY!"
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"Are all of those hair-care products REALLY necessary?" Lita asked as she watched Satin unload box after box of cosmetics, setting them all on top of the dresser. Satin looked back to Lita, who was sitting on her bed, propped up against the wall, a magazine in her lap.
"It's not ALL hair-care products. Though, I have plenty that I'm sure you could benefit from," Satin replied haughtily. Lita rolled her eyes.
"I'll pass, thanks. I do have a question though."
"What?" Satin asked as she moved to unload yet another box, this one containing nail polish.
"Have you always been this anal about, well, everything?"
"Excuse me?! I am NOT anal."
"Oh you are SO anal."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"Ugh!" Satin finished unloading the first box of nail polish, turning to glare at Lita. "Well fine then, I've got a question for you too missy!"
"Shoot."
"How much did your butch-ass have to put out to get a boyfriend, even if he does look like yours?"
"Oh, now you're asking for it. Another question for you!"
"Shoot."
"Just give me a gun," Lita muttered under her breath. "How much did your plastic surgery cost? Or did you just screw the doctor to get it for free?"
"Ugh!"
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Moving Day pt. 1
~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe they did what they did." Stacy sighed walking along with the rest of the "Elite" towards the boarding houses. She was holding on to Edge's hand as he even looked too angry for words. Stephanie spoke up from the front of the group about respect and Stacy just shook her head. This semester was not going to be an easy one. Whether they liked it or not they were going to have to work harder and pay more attention. Screw personal differences these new people, the "Asylum", were faster, better and more innovative. Bumpy roads didn't even begin to describe what they'd experienced today. Only four words could perfectly describe what had happened earlier. Full Blown Ass Kickin'. And that Storme girl had taken a chunk of her hair too. Or at least it felt like she had.
"Well at least we've still got our OWN personal dorms to go to. There's one place they can't invade." Matt said. "So we have some peace-"
"Matt?" Lita tugged on his shirt sleeve looking at him in question. He just pointed in the direction of the girls' boarding house.
"What in the hell?"
"And quiet." Matt finished while they watched two large moving trucks posted outside the house. There were a dozen or so men moving various objects out of the trucks. Mystic broke from the ranks and walked up to one of them getting their attention.
"Um excuse me sir." Mystic approached politely. "Sir what's going on?"
"Oh." The man said gruffly. "New kids movin' in. There are more trucks down the way at another house. Kids must be really special to have all of this stuff moved in."
"Yeah really special." She muttered as she walked back to her crew.
"Lets go check out what the anal-retentive are doing now." Stephanie grumbled.
~*~*~*~*~
As Stacy slowly made her way towards her room, she stopped dead in her tracks when she found the door hanging wide open. The walls nearly shook at the volume of the blaring music pouring into the hallway. She covered her ears and walked in, gawking when, much to her chagrin, she found Storme standing in the room, frowning distastefully at a Backstreet Boys poster displayed proudly over Stacy's bed. Storme jumped onto the bed, grabbing hold of the corner and yanking it off the wall, wadding it up and tossing it onto the floor as Stacy scoffed. Stacy crossed to the stereo, which currently blasted a loud rift of a Social D cover of "Tainted Love", and turned the volume off.
"What the HELL are you doing?!" she cried as Storme turned from where she'd yanked down another boy-band poster to see what had happened to her music.
"Making room. What are YOU doing?" Storme asked with a cheeky grin, before crossing to a brightly decorated trunk, throwing it open and pulling out a few items. She unrolled a poster and climbed back onto Stacy's bed, placing it where the Backstreet Boys poster had once hung. She hopped back down, staring at it a moment, before turning back to Stacy.
"What the hell are you doing in my room? And why are you putting up posters over my bed? Who the hell are the Vandals?"
"I'm in MY room, putting posters on my wall, and-" Storme let her mouth fall open. "How can you not know who the Vandals are?"
"This is NOT your room!" Stacy replied, taking a step towards her bed to take down the poster. Storme grabbed her arm, shoving her back.
"I guess, Barbie, that this must now be OUR room, so I'm going to lay down a few ground rules," Storme said with a death glare.
"I am not sharing a room with you!"
"You obviously have no choice, so I suggest you listen, and listen well. Rule number one: Don't. Touch. My. Poster."
"It's over my bed, I'll do whatever I want with it," Stacy snapped, attempting to take another step towards the wall. Storme shoved her back once more.
"No dear, you won't. Second of all, you don't touch the stereo. Especially while there's Distillers on it."
"Who?"
"Oh jesus christ."
~*~*~*~*~*~
As a reluctant Kurt made his way into his own room, he groaned loudly as he found Charlie Ferris sitting Indian style on the floor, attempting to reassemble what looked to be a computer. Charlie looked up when Kurt walked in.
"Don't tell me that I'm sharing a room with you," Kurt practically begged. Charlie raised an eyebrow and then went back to plugging in wires.
"Dude, put on a hat. I can't see what I'm doing from the glare off of your head."
"Excuse me?!"
"Hat. Cover up your baldness, man," Charlie replied, successfully plugging in the last wire. He stood up, crossing to his bags and pulling out a bright green trucker's hat. He crossed the room, placed it on top of Kurt's head, and then glanced to Kurt's desk, before brushing the items off quickly and placing his computer on top of it, turning it on.
"What are you doing?! That is my desk! Those are letters from my mother you just hastily knocked to the ground!" Kurt fussed, kneeling to pick up his discarded items. He straightened up, only to see his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. "Ack!"
Charlie chuckled as Kurt tossed his items back to the floor and quickly removed the hat. "Come on man. That was a good look for you." Kurt turned to him with a frown before quickly tossing the hat out the window. "HEY!"
~*~*~*~*~
"Are all of those hair-care products REALLY necessary?" Lita asked as she watched Satin unload box after box of cosmetics, setting them all on top of the dresser. Satin looked back to Lita, who was sitting on her bed, propped up against the wall, a magazine in her lap.
"It's not ALL hair-care products. Though, I have plenty that I'm sure you could benefit from," Satin replied haughtily. Lita rolled her eyes.
"I'll pass, thanks. I do have a question though."
"What?" Satin asked as she moved to unload yet another box, this one containing nail polish.
"Have you always been this anal about, well, everything?"
"Excuse me?! I am NOT anal."
"Oh you are SO anal."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"Ugh!" Satin finished unloading the first box of nail polish, turning to glare at Lita. "Well fine then, I've got a question for you too missy!"
"Shoot."
"How much did your butch-ass have to put out to get a boyfriend, even if he does look like yours?"
"Oh, now you're asking for it. Another question for you!"
"Shoot."
"Just give me a gun," Lita muttered under her breath. "How much did your plastic surgery cost? Or did you just screw the doctor to get it for free?"
"Ugh!"
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