A/N: Hey my dear readers, how art thou? Hope you all enjoyed the last
chapter, and that you tune in for this one----but as always, I got some
notes for my wonderful reviewers:
LilVickiRyan: I know, so gross, yet so hilarious! Glad you like it! Keep reading!
Becky Lucinda a TJ Protector: I know I can't stand Paris Hilton either---my best friend tells me that I am the one that will have enough guts to actually fight Paris, since oddly enough she goes to this club my friend and I are planning on going to---haha and now Gretchen is acting like her, lol! Hope you stay tuned for the rest!
Goofy monkey child: lol, yeah a ghetto Mikey is funny! Someone does get arrested in this fic (actually a couple someones) but not Spinelli (I'm actually writing a fic where nothing really bad happens to her, since we all know the Spinelli suffers plot has been done a lot) Although you did give me an idea for another fic I am writing---thank you!! Don't worry, you didn't go overboard—I hope you keep reading!
Silly: Maybe—gotta stay tuned to find out.......
Xo The Romantic oX: lol I know what you mean: I don't even know where that line came from, but I found it funny too—lol glad you like it---stay tuned1!
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That same night, the Legionaries sat around Hustler Kid's basement discussing their plan of action against Marshal's Black Skullz.
"Dude, we know they are going to do something so we need to have a plan. Especially since we know what they are capable of." KJ took a long drag from his cigarette and gave his friends a serious look.
"Well, anything they can do, we can do better. We are all trained in the martial arts, and I am sure we can take them all down in a fight." TJ reminded him, lighting up his own cigarette.
"Come on dude, I thought you said you were going to quit," Skeenz complained trying to wave the cloud of smoke away from his face.
"I will, after this pack," TJ promised, taking another drag.
"That's what you said the last time," Hustler Kid laughed. "You all are just lucky my parents allow people to smoke in the house and you won't get in trouble for it."
The boys laughed. "OK, guys, we need a plan. I have a feeling our martial arts training isn't going to cut it this time, We need a backup plan just in case. I know for a fact that Mikey and Randal have access to weapons." Lawson shook his head. "I'm not happy about this, but I think we should get some just in case. Hustler Kid, can your friend "Fingers" hook us up with some?"
"I'll ask him, but I am sure he can get us something. His father was in the military and can probably give us some sort of legal weapon." (A/N: I know this probably can't happen, but we can pretend for now)
"You guys, I'm not sure weapons is such a good idea," King Bob said, looking worried. "I mean, what if one of us gets hurt? Or we accidently hurt one of them? I really don't feel like spending time in the slammer just to get revenge on them."
"But if we use them at all it will be for self defense," King Freddie argued. "More likely than not, the fight will consist of a few choice words, maybe a few punches and all of us in a little bit of pain the next day. The weapons are just going to be a precaution."
"He's right," TJ said as he lit another cigarette. "I also think we should call the Pale Kids as backup. I know Vince can probably give us some- --"
"The Pale Kids?" Skeenz snorted, almost choking on his soda. "I mean, yes they are smart, and can be pretty cool, but come on, no offense, how the hell can they help us?"
"Supplies," KJ informed him. "Think about it, who else can send us backup men with the click of a button? Not to mention they can also supply us with weapons in case Hustler Kid's friend can't"
"Makes sense to me, they are super geniuses and can probably think of something." Lawson agreed.
"So it's settled. Let's just hope it doesn't come down to this and Marshal's Black Skullz forget about their little threat." King Bob ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "Now what do you say we forget this for awhile and do something fun? I hear that 'Passion of the Christ' is still out and Jenn says it's wonderful."
"Nah, I got no money. What about heading to Ashley T's party? Her parties are always a lot of fun and something interesting always happens," Skeenz said with a grin.
"Dude, last time she had a party, the cops came and shut it down because of the noise," KJ reminded him.
"Good point, so why don't we stay here and let me whip your ass in a round of Mario Brothers?" King Freddie suggested.
"Not if I beat you first," KJ shot back with a laugh.
"I can beat you both with my eyes closed," TJ bragged smiling at his two friends debating over who was the better video game player.
"Yeah, sure Detweiler, just like Gus Griswald is headed for priesthood," Hustler Kid laughed.
"Very funny," TJ rolled his eyes, wishing Hustler Kid hadn't brought up his old friend, since it brought back a lot of bad memories that he wished he could forget.
*********FLASHBACK 9TH GRADE*************
"And yeah, I took her to my car and really showed her a good time!" Gus was saying as TJ walked over to his gym locker, pulling out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
"Who's the lucky girl this time?" TJ asked, not sure he really wanted to know.
"Upside Down Girl," Gus answered triumphantly. "And let me tell you, she is very good at----"
"Ok-ay, you can just stop right there," Vince said rolling his eyes. "I really don't want to know what she is good at and how she compares to Ashley B." He gave his friend a hard look. "You really are changing man. I never thought you would be the type to use girls like that."
"I'm not using girls, I am just showing them a good time and testing out a whole bunch before I settle down," Gus argued, "You're just jealous because you are fourteen and haven't kissed anyone but your mom."
"Watch it man before I—"
"Before you what? Hit me with your protractor? Ohhh I'm shaking man. You are just mad because I got to screw Gretchen Grundler and because she is my bed buddy and not yours!"
That was all it took to get TJ over the edge. "That is my cousin you are talking about!" he yelled, pushing the blonde into a locker.
"Chill, I'm just saying---"
"Well save it. No one cares who you screw or how many girls have gone down on you. You are nothing but a skuzzy pig who needs to learn how to respect women. They are human beings, not cars. Got it?"
"Whatever, I'm through hanging out with a bunch of goody-goody virgins. I'm out of here." With that, Gus was gone and never talked to either boy again.
**********END FLASHBACK************
Even though looking back on it, the whole fight seemed a bit stupid, it still reminded TJ of the not-so-good people his cousin and Gus had become. It just hurt him that people he cared about were hurting themselves and others and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Hey man, are you paying or not?" Lawson asked him, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.
"Yeah man, I'm coming," TJ answered, joining his friends, his mind still on all the changes and the sinking feeling that it was going to get worse before it got better.....
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A/N: This chapter had a bit of foreshadowing in it and will play a role in the future of the fic. The flashback isn't that important, but is pretty much showing how their friendship ended and tying up all that. There is a lot more in store and I hope you all tune in to see what happens! Please read and send me a nice review and I will add more as soon as possible! Happy reading!
LilVickiRyan: I know, so gross, yet so hilarious! Glad you like it! Keep reading!
Becky Lucinda a TJ Protector: I know I can't stand Paris Hilton either---my best friend tells me that I am the one that will have enough guts to actually fight Paris, since oddly enough she goes to this club my friend and I are planning on going to---haha and now Gretchen is acting like her, lol! Hope you stay tuned for the rest!
Goofy monkey child: lol, yeah a ghetto Mikey is funny! Someone does get arrested in this fic (actually a couple someones) but not Spinelli (I'm actually writing a fic where nothing really bad happens to her, since we all know the Spinelli suffers plot has been done a lot) Although you did give me an idea for another fic I am writing---thank you!! Don't worry, you didn't go overboard—I hope you keep reading!
Silly: Maybe—gotta stay tuned to find out.......
Xo The Romantic oX: lol I know what you mean: I don't even know where that line came from, but I found it funny too—lol glad you like it---stay tuned1!
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That same night, the Legionaries sat around Hustler Kid's basement discussing their plan of action against Marshal's Black Skullz.
"Dude, we know they are going to do something so we need to have a plan. Especially since we know what they are capable of." KJ took a long drag from his cigarette and gave his friends a serious look.
"Well, anything they can do, we can do better. We are all trained in the martial arts, and I am sure we can take them all down in a fight." TJ reminded him, lighting up his own cigarette.
"Come on dude, I thought you said you were going to quit," Skeenz complained trying to wave the cloud of smoke away from his face.
"I will, after this pack," TJ promised, taking another drag.
"That's what you said the last time," Hustler Kid laughed. "You all are just lucky my parents allow people to smoke in the house and you won't get in trouble for it."
The boys laughed. "OK, guys, we need a plan. I have a feeling our martial arts training isn't going to cut it this time, We need a backup plan just in case. I know for a fact that Mikey and Randal have access to weapons." Lawson shook his head. "I'm not happy about this, but I think we should get some just in case. Hustler Kid, can your friend "Fingers" hook us up with some?"
"I'll ask him, but I am sure he can get us something. His father was in the military and can probably give us some sort of legal weapon." (A/N: I know this probably can't happen, but we can pretend for now)
"You guys, I'm not sure weapons is such a good idea," King Bob said, looking worried. "I mean, what if one of us gets hurt? Or we accidently hurt one of them? I really don't feel like spending time in the slammer just to get revenge on them."
"But if we use them at all it will be for self defense," King Freddie argued. "More likely than not, the fight will consist of a few choice words, maybe a few punches and all of us in a little bit of pain the next day. The weapons are just going to be a precaution."
"He's right," TJ said as he lit another cigarette. "I also think we should call the Pale Kids as backup. I know Vince can probably give us some- --"
"The Pale Kids?" Skeenz snorted, almost choking on his soda. "I mean, yes they are smart, and can be pretty cool, but come on, no offense, how the hell can they help us?"
"Supplies," KJ informed him. "Think about it, who else can send us backup men with the click of a button? Not to mention they can also supply us with weapons in case Hustler Kid's friend can't"
"Makes sense to me, they are super geniuses and can probably think of something." Lawson agreed.
"So it's settled. Let's just hope it doesn't come down to this and Marshal's Black Skullz forget about their little threat." King Bob ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "Now what do you say we forget this for awhile and do something fun? I hear that 'Passion of the Christ' is still out and Jenn says it's wonderful."
"Nah, I got no money. What about heading to Ashley T's party? Her parties are always a lot of fun and something interesting always happens," Skeenz said with a grin.
"Dude, last time she had a party, the cops came and shut it down because of the noise," KJ reminded him.
"Good point, so why don't we stay here and let me whip your ass in a round of Mario Brothers?" King Freddie suggested.
"Not if I beat you first," KJ shot back with a laugh.
"I can beat you both with my eyes closed," TJ bragged smiling at his two friends debating over who was the better video game player.
"Yeah, sure Detweiler, just like Gus Griswald is headed for priesthood," Hustler Kid laughed.
"Very funny," TJ rolled his eyes, wishing Hustler Kid hadn't brought up his old friend, since it brought back a lot of bad memories that he wished he could forget.
*********FLASHBACK 9TH GRADE*************
"And yeah, I took her to my car and really showed her a good time!" Gus was saying as TJ walked over to his gym locker, pulling out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
"Who's the lucky girl this time?" TJ asked, not sure he really wanted to know.
"Upside Down Girl," Gus answered triumphantly. "And let me tell you, she is very good at----"
"Ok-ay, you can just stop right there," Vince said rolling his eyes. "I really don't want to know what she is good at and how she compares to Ashley B." He gave his friend a hard look. "You really are changing man. I never thought you would be the type to use girls like that."
"I'm not using girls, I am just showing them a good time and testing out a whole bunch before I settle down," Gus argued, "You're just jealous because you are fourteen and haven't kissed anyone but your mom."
"Watch it man before I—"
"Before you what? Hit me with your protractor? Ohhh I'm shaking man. You are just mad because I got to screw Gretchen Grundler and because she is my bed buddy and not yours!"
That was all it took to get TJ over the edge. "That is my cousin you are talking about!" he yelled, pushing the blonde into a locker.
"Chill, I'm just saying---"
"Well save it. No one cares who you screw or how many girls have gone down on you. You are nothing but a skuzzy pig who needs to learn how to respect women. They are human beings, not cars. Got it?"
"Whatever, I'm through hanging out with a bunch of goody-goody virgins. I'm out of here." With that, Gus was gone and never talked to either boy again.
**********END FLASHBACK************
Even though looking back on it, the whole fight seemed a bit stupid, it still reminded TJ of the not-so-good people his cousin and Gus had become. It just hurt him that people he cared about were hurting themselves and others and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Hey man, are you paying or not?" Lawson asked him, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.
"Yeah man, I'm coming," TJ answered, joining his friends, his mind still on all the changes and the sinking feeling that it was going to get worse before it got better.....
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A/N: This chapter had a bit of foreshadowing in it and will play a role in the future of the fic. The flashback isn't that important, but is pretty much showing how their friendship ended and tying up all that. There is a lot more in store and I hope you all tune in to see what happens! Please read and send me a nice review and I will add more as soon as possible! Happy reading!