Warnings: Nothing, for this chapter. Touch fo cursing from Marz, though.
Rating: For this chapter alone, PG. For the story in general, PG-13, or R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the cast of Even Stevens, or anyone who belongs to themselves.
AN: Don't worry about the last scene in this chapter. I just had this mental image of Marz and Andromeda in that position, and I needed to get it out. Their conversation will be partially explained in the next chapter. Oh, yeah, in this story, Louis has his learners permit, and Ren, of course, already had her lisence. That should give you an idea of their ages. Twitty has his lisence, too, though I dought he'll ever use it here, at least.
Chapter Two: Marz and Andromeda
The next morning, when Louis dragged himself into the kitchen, his mom made a rather unpleasant announcement. They needed grocerys, and he was going to go out, and get them. And, as he didn't yet have his license, Ren was going with him.
He was to tired to argue, so his mother left for work a few minutes without incident. It was strange, he thought. He felt as if he had been out partying until midnight, even though he was quite sure he hadn't been at that bar more then forty-five minutes.
He folded his arms on the counter, and lay his head on them. He wondered vaughly what exactly had happened the ngiht before. He remembered it, but he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. Roxie, and Twitty had conducted whatever business they'd been doing in such a manner that, though he had a feeling it would have a very big impact on him, there was no possible way he could know what they were planning.
Something about Roxie unsettled him, remembering her. It had unsettled him then, too, but not the whole time. Something she did, or said around the end of the meeting bothered him. The whole thing bothered him, but this sensation was knawing at him- he had a feeling it would unlock some door that would let him figure all this out. But what was it?
He groaned softly, and looked up.
"What's wrong with you?" Ren asked. She had come into the kitchen at some point during his ponderings without him noticing.
"Nothing." Louis answered. "Mom said we have to go shopping."
"I know." she said. "She told me last night, while you were out with Twitty. Where did you guys go, anyway?"
"A party." he answered, remembering Twittys instructions.
"How was it?" she asked, out of courtesy. She didn't really care.
"I dunno. More or less generic. The music was kind of odd, though." That was true- though it fit into vaugh genres, he'd never heard anything quite like it.
"What was it?"
"I dunno."
~
By the time they got to grocery store, Louis would have welcomed death with arms open wide. His head was pounding worse then ever, thanks to his thinking to hard about what bothered him about Roxie, and he was, honestly, to tired to think anymore.
Ren didn't seem to notice, as they wandered in, and Louis was to far gone to think of informing her of his condition.
Standing in the produce section, Louis leaned on the cart, waiting for Ren to finish getting whatever was on the list their mom had given her. That's when he heard it.
"Hey! Louis!" The voice was high, and feminine, and had a slight squeak to it.
He looked around, slowly. He blinked when he saw a very small girl with neon green eyes, and electric purple hair pulled back in a braid that reached her waist. She was probobly close to his age, give or take a year, or two, with a very nice body, but she was so small- four foot-seven, or so- it was difficult to tell at first glance.
"I'm Andromeda." she said. "I just wanted to wish you good luck."
"With what?" he glanced at her shirt. It was the same shirt he'd seen on Ringo the night before. It was white, with a picture of four men holding another, smaller (rather Asian-looking) man on their shoulders.
"With Roxie." she explained. "I can't say much, but good luck, anyway."
"Andromeda!" a voice called.
She ignored it, and continued, "Good luck with Twitty, too. And don't worry- it'll work, otherwise several things that I can't say would have happened already."
"Andromeda!" the voice said, agein, more insistantly. Suddenly, a boy about her size, and age with shoulder-length bright green hair cut very much like Sailor Saturn, and bright magenta eyes, appeared around a shelf of chocolate. "What're you doing, Meda`?" he asked, walked closer until he was right next to her.
He looked at Louis, looked alarmed for a moment, then sighed in frustration. "What's to stop me from telling Kaio about this?"
"That fact you love me."
"Oh, whatever." He sighed, and adressed Louis. "I'm sorry about her. We're supposed to be watching eachother. I'm Marz. I suppose you didn't see us last night, but we were sitting on the chandeleir in Roxies room."
"Why?" Louis couldn't help but wonder what they were doing sitting on a light fixture, listening to what he'd taken to be a rather private conversation. He was beginning to get the feeling it was only private where he was concerned.
"We were bored." Andromeda answered, shrugging. "Shit, I think I hear Kaio."
Marz nodded, listening as well. He grabbed her hand, and dragged her off, back around the shelf from wence he came.
"Who were they?" Ren asked. She'd come up behind Louis without his noticing. As she placed the bags of fruit and vegetables in the cart, she gave him a questioning look.
"I dunno." he answered. "I guess they were at the party last night. They were just wishing me luck. One of the girls there, Roxie, is wondering if I'm worthy of being her friend, or something like that."
"Roxie?" Ren asked. "You mean Roxie Kendall? The lesbian that's always making out with her girlfriend at the park?"
"I dunno." Louis answered.
"Did she have green hair?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"That's her. Did you meet her girlfriend, Leah? I've talked to her, and she's pretty nice..."
"I dunno."
Ren sighed, figuring she wasn't going to get anything more informative out of him- 'I dunno' had become his favorite phrase, as it often did when he was to tired to think.
~
A few hours later, Marz and Andromeda crouched in a corner of the club that they barely fit it. Andromeda was slowly sloshing a potion around in the shapely green bottle, while Marz leaned over her, his chin on her shoulder. One arm was wrapped around her back, and, for lack of anything better to do with the other, it was wrapped the front of her waist.
"You think it'll work, Dro-chan?" Marz asked.
"If it doesn't not only are we screwed, Sam's going to have a hissy fit of Pythonian proportions." she replied.
"Damn. Sounds like a rather large risk."
"Of course it is." She grinned. "That's half the fun. And, anyway, it'll work. You know it'll work. It always works for Annie and Reno, doesn't it?
"Yeah, well. They have signifiicantly better luck with /everything/ then we do. Hadn't you noticed that?"
"We have to trust Twitty, both for out sakes, and for Tom's sake. Oh, yeah. And Twitty will murder us if it doesn't work."
"Why?"
"He's Tom's friend, right?"
"Oh, yeah. So who're we throwing him at, agein."
"That queen from the block."
"/That/ bitch? I knew you didn't like him, but let's not go that far."
"Not him, the other one. You know, the one who bears a shocking psycological resembalence to the spree murderer with the girlfriend?"
"Oh, yeah. Him. I thought he was all over his head henchman."
"We can fix that."
"Oh."
To Be Continued
End AN: I love Marz and Andromeda. I don't know why, I just do. That you, kellyerielf, for my only reveiw, and my first positive reveiw on this site for a very long time. Slash won't appear in the next chapter, but I expect the beginnings in the one after that.
Rating: For this chapter alone, PG. For the story in general, PG-13, or R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from the cast of Even Stevens, or anyone who belongs to themselves.
AN: Don't worry about the last scene in this chapter. I just had this mental image of Marz and Andromeda in that position, and I needed to get it out. Their conversation will be partially explained in the next chapter. Oh, yeah, in this story, Louis has his learners permit, and Ren, of course, already had her lisence. That should give you an idea of their ages. Twitty has his lisence, too, though I dought he'll ever use it here, at least.
Chapter Two: Marz and Andromeda
The next morning, when Louis dragged himself into the kitchen, his mom made a rather unpleasant announcement. They needed grocerys, and he was going to go out, and get them. And, as he didn't yet have his license, Ren was going with him.
He was to tired to argue, so his mother left for work a few minutes without incident. It was strange, he thought. He felt as if he had been out partying until midnight, even though he was quite sure he hadn't been at that bar more then forty-five minutes.
He folded his arms on the counter, and lay his head on them. He wondered vaughly what exactly had happened the ngiht before. He remembered it, but he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. Roxie, and Twitty had conducted whatever business they'd been doing in such a manner that, though he had a feeling it would have a very big impact on him, there was no possible way he could know what they were planning.
Something about Roxie unsettled him, remembering her. It had unsettled him then, too, but not the whole time. Something she did, or said around the end of the meeting bothered him. The whole thing bothered him, but this sensation was knawing at him- he had a feeling it would unlock some door that would let him figure all this out. But what was it?
He groaned softly, and looked up.
"What's wrong with you?" Ren asked. She had come into the kitchen at some point during his ponderings without him noticing.
"Nothing." Louis answered. "Mom said we have to go shopping."
"I know." she said. "She told me last night, while you were out with Twitty. Where did you guys go, anyway?"
"A party." he answered, remembering Twittys instructions.
"How was it?" she asked, out of courtesy. She didn't really care.
"I dunno. More or less generic. The music was kind of odd, though." That was true- though it fit into vaugh genres, he'd never heard anything quite like it.
"What was it?"
"I dunno."
~
By the time they got to grocery store, Louis would have welcomed death with arms open wide. His head was pounding worse then ever, thanks to his thinking to hard about what bothered him about Roxie, and he was, honestly, to tired to think anymore.
Ren didn't seem to notice, as they wandered in, and Louis was to far gone to think of informing her of his condition.
Standing in the produce section, Louis leaned on the cart, waiting for Ren to finish getting whatever was on the list their mom had given her. That's when he heard it.
"Hey! Louis!" The voice was high, and feminine, and had a slight squeak to it.
He looked around, slowly. He blinked when he saw a very small girl with neon green eyes, and electric purple hair pulled back in a braid that reached her waist. She was probobly close to his age, give or take a year, or two, with a very nice body, but she was so small- four foot-seven, or so- it was difficult to tell at first glance.
"I'm Andromeda." she said. "I just wanted to wish you good luck."
"With what?" he glanced at her shirt. It was the same shirt he'd seen on Ringo the night before. It was white, with a picture of four men holding another, smaller (rather Asian-looking) man on their shoulders.
"With Roxie." she explained. "I can't say much, but good luck, anyway."
"Andromeda!" a voice called.
She ignored it, and continued, "Good luck with Twitty, too. And don't worry- it'll work, otherwise several things that I can't say would have happened already."
"Andromeda!" the voice said, agein, more insistantly. Suddenly, a boy about her size, and age with shoulder-length bright green hair cut very much like Sailor Saturn, and bright magenta eyes, appeared around a shelf of chocolate. "What're you doing, Meda`?" he asked, walked closer until he was right next to her.
He looked at Louis, looked alarmed for a moment, then sighed in frustration. "What's to stop me from telling Kaio about this?"
"That fact you love me."
"Oh, whatever." He sighed, and adressed Louis. "I'm sorry about her. We're supposed to be watching eachother. I'm Marz. I suppose you didn't see us last night, but we were sitting on the chandeleir in Roxies room."
"Why?" Louis couldn't help but wonder what they were doing sitting on a light fixture, listening to what he'd taken to be a rather private conversation. He was beginning to get the feeling it was only private where he was concerned.
"We were bored." Andromeda answered, shrugging. "Shit, I think I hear Kaio."
Marz nodded, listening as well. He grabbed her hand, and dragged her off, back around the shelf from wence he came.
"Who were they?" Ren asked. She'd come up behind Louis without his noticing. As she placed the bags of fruit and vegetables in the cart, she gave him a questioning look.
"I dunno." he answered. "I guess they were at the party last night. They were just wishing me luck. One of the girls there, Roxie, is wondering if I'm worthy of being her friend, or something like that."
"Roxie?" Ren asked. "You mean Roxie Kendall? The lesbian that's always making out with her girlfriend at the park?"
"I dunno." Louis answered.
"Did she have green hair?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"That's her. Did you meet her girlfriend, Leah? I've talked to her, and she's pretty nice..."
"I dunno."
Ren sighed, figuring she wasn't going to get anything more informative out of him- 'I dunno' had become his favorite phrase, as it often did when he was to tired to think.
~
A few hours later, Marz and Andromeda crouched in a corner of the club that they barely fit it. Andromeda was slowly sloshing a potion around in the shapely green bottle, while Marz leaned over her, his chin on her shoulder. One arm was wrapped around her back, and, for lack of anything better to do with the other, it was wrapped the front of her waist.
"You think it'll work, Dro-chan?" Marz asked.
"If it doesn't not only are we screwed, Sam's going to have a hissy fit of Pythonian proportions." she replied.
"Damn. Sounds like a rather large risk."
"Of course it is." She grinned. "That's half the fun. And, anyway, it'll work. You know it'll work. It always works for Annie and Reno, doesn't it?
"Yeah, well. They have signifiicantly better luck with /everything/ then we do. Hadn't you noticed that?"
"We have to trust Twitty, both for out sakes, and for Tom's sake. Oh, yeah. And Twitty will murder us if it doesn't work."
"Why?"
"He's Tom's friend, right?"
"Oh, yeah. So who're we throwing him at, agein."
"That queen from the block."
"/That/ bitch? I knew you didn't like him, but let's not go that far."
"Not him, the other one. You know, the one who bears a shocking psycological resembalence to the spree murderer with the girlfriend?"
"Oh, yeah. Him. I thought he was all over his head henchman."
"We can fix that."
"Oh."
To Be Continued
End AN: I love Marz and Andromeda. I don't know why, I just do. That you, kellyerielf, for my only reveiw, and my first positive reveiw on this site for a very long time. Slash won't appear in the next chapter, but I expect the beginnings in the one after that.