A Band of Brotherhoodies
Disclamier: Madness does not preclude insanity
Review Responses:
Flamable- You'll find out what I mean. Maybe I'll have the X-men join... mehbeh not. Lots of twists and turns. The idea randomly came to me when listening to Outta Control, by Hoobostank. I saw Lance singing it, and it all worked from there.
Rogue77- Because I don't like Freddy, and I'll possibly add some other reason into the mix. (And there wasn't enough room for him in this band.)
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"A Mrs. Burke called, she needs a babysitter for Saturday night," Lance yelled through the door. This got the reaction they wanted.
"WHAT!?" Wanda barged out of the room in a towel wielding a hairbrush. "YOU SAID THAT I WOULD BABYSIT?" She yelled, brandishing her brush at Lance.
"Well, we had to," Todd explained. "She said that her kids are mutants, and liked how responsible we seemed and wanted one of us to baby-sit."
"Responsible, yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy."
"Oh, Wanda?" Pyro asked sweetly.
"What?"
"Can I have a dollar? I lost my tooth last night."
"Good for you, but no. And John."
"Yes?"
"My face is up here," she pointed up to her eyes.
"Oh, er... sorry." John said blushing scarlet.
"Well, Wanda, as they say in show business, break a leg," Pietro said with a smirk.
"Oh, don't worry. I will, yours." Wanda replied grinning evilly.
~
So, around 6:30 Wanda made her way towards the Burke home, muttering a funeral march under her breath. She knocked on the door and was instantly answered by a girl with long blonde hair of about 12.
"Hi, I'm Paris," the girl, Paris, said, smiling obnoxiously. It was obvious to Wanda that she was a teeny-bopper.
"Hi," Wanda forced a smile on her face, instantly not liking the girl. "Is your mother here?"
"Yeah," Paris replied. "She's upstairs. MOM!" She yelled this quite loudly and a woman ran downstairs.
"Oh, sorry, didn't hear you. I'm Sarah, James, Kyle and Sam should be around here somewhere. shortly." Sarah looked around.
"Mommy!" A little kid with blonde hair yelled, running up the stairs. "Kyle hit me!"
"I did not!" Kyle retorted appearing. He had dirty blonde hair as well and was about 8 and dressed as a mini-skater. Sarah sighed.
"I'm sorry you had to come here to this," Sarah said, picking up James.
"Mum," A new girl entered the scene, dark red hair, brown roots showing, dressed in black walked into the room. "Paris took my pick."
"Samantha! I never did such a thing!"
"Quit lying. I knew you took it! Where is it?"
"I was only practicing-"
"Practicing my ass!"
"Girls! Say hello to Wanda, she's your babysitter this evening." The girls turned to Wanda, said hello quickly and went back to fighting.
"I can't wait until Mia shows up! Then I can get away from you!" Sam said.
"Samantha!" Sarah scolded sternly.
"I was talking about Paris."
"Mia is one of Sam's friends, she, her friend Kathy, and their boyfriends, Johnny, Paul and Drake are going out to a movie this evening," Sarah explained. Wanda sighed inwardly, happy that one of the nuisances was going to be gone.
"That's no way to think!" Sam said, turning sharply to Wanda.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You called me a nuisance!"
"Sam, be reasonable!" Sarah said, butting in.
"I heard her say it loud and clear!"
"I didn't say that," Wanda said, trying to be patient.
"Ooh! I know what happened!" Paris said, cackling with glee. "Sam's a mutant!" The Family turned towards Sam.
"This true?" Sarah asked.
"Um. I don't know! Ergh!" Just then, a horn honked outside. "That's my ride. Ta!" With that, Sam left the room.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that," Sarah began. "Sam can be a bit rude at times- I mean, with this mutant problem." Sarah trailed off.
"Yeah, sure." Wanda said, trying to stand her ground.
"Well, I've got to be going, going to meet Nate at the restaurant in fifteen minutes. I'll be home around 11, Sam will be home around 10, and bed times are 8:30 for the boys and 9 for Paris. Pizza is in the oven." Sarah quickly kissed her children goodbye and left the house.
"So," Paris began. "Why are you here anyway?"
"I'm here so I can baby-sit to get some money so me and my friends can buy some instruments to compete in Bayville Battle of the Bands." Wanda said.
"Girls can't rock," Paris replied, pretending that she knew what she was talking about.
"My friends, if you could call them that, aren't girls. And yes, we can. I play bass."
"Show me," Paris challenged, placing her hands on her hips. "I'll get Sam's guitar." Paris quickly left and returned a few minutes later, placing the guitar in Wanda's hands.
"Oh, joy," Wanda said sarcastically. She smiled evilly and took the guitar, and began strumming. By luck, or powers, she could easily play 'Under the Bridge.' "Yeah, you're right, girls can't rock," Wanda said, placing the guitar back in Paris's hands. "Now, let's start a movie, shall we, boys?" Wanda asked, taking James' hand as he lead her down into the basement to pick out a movie to watch.
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The boys eventually chose to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. That left Paris mooning over how hot Orlando Bloom was, and Wanda, fuming that Paris only liked him for his looks, Wanda had liked him since she had seen the first Lord of the Rings and he was a nobody, and Wanda, claiming that Johnny Depp was the hottest man alive, and an incredible actor.
"Woohoo! Go Will!" Kyle and James cheered from their seats. James lept up, causing the popcorn bowl to spill. "CRAP!"
"James! Don't use bad language!" Paris scolded.
"Paris, who's the babysitter here? You, or me?" Wanda threatened.
"You," Paris sighed.
"Good, now, please, be a doll and clean up the popcorn. Thank you."
The kids went to bed quite well for Wanda, and it was around 10 when Sam showed up. Loudly. She, Mia, Kathy, Paul, Johnny and Drake came into the house. The boys were wearing some of the strangest get up, and it was obvious that Sam had changed after she had left the house. The boys were all wearing fishnets, pumps, blue eyeshadow and lab coats, and the girls were also wearing fishnets, Sam was wearing a French-maids's outfit, and the other two were wearing corsets.
"Where did you go in those outfits?" Wanda asked, glaring at the six.
"Rocky Horror," they all answered simultaneously.
"That explains a lot," Wanda said, nodding.
"Yeah, it does. The guys aren't usually like this," Mia said, grinning.
"Yeah, cough cough," Kathy added, laughing.
"All right, all right. You five, out. Sam, bed. And out of that ridiculous thing!" Wanda ordered. Sam looked at her, raising an eyebrow, but seeing Wanda's icy eyes, she quickly insisted that everyone leave the house.
"You're no fun," Sam said.
"I know. After having to deal with 'Princess Paris' I'm not a fun person." Wanda said, folding her arms over her chest. "Oh, and Sam," Sam turned around to face Wanda.
"Yes?" She asked, sickly sweet.
"Keep your mental powers in check, I don't like people going into my brain." Sam glowered and quickly left the room, fuming.
~
"And fifty aught to cover it. I'm so sorry that Paris gave you such a hard time!" Sarah said, apologizing to Wanda later that night. "We'll talk to her in the morning, all right, now it's time for you to go home. See you later!" Sarah called as Wanda walked out of the house. Once Wanda stepped into the car, she took out her wallet.
"No, not fifty. One hundred fifty. After living with the Brotherhood, you pick up a trick or too," Wanda laughed, driving out of sight.
~
"Well, how was it?" Lance asked, grinning as Wanda walked through the door.
"It was hell and back again. Got one fifty though," Wanda said, tossing the money on the kitchen table.
"One fifty? Bloody 'ell! Shiela! You're a frikkin' genius!" John said, hugging Wanda tightly.
"Let. Me. Go. Now," Pyro obliged quickly. They then heard a loud sound from up above. They quickly all rushed to Pietro's room, where he had a make shift drum set and was banging away.
"No rhythm," commented Lance.
"No sense of style," Pyro added.
"No grace," Todd added.
"Face it guys, he sucks." Wanda said, looking at them.
"Well, he's out. But where are we going to get a new drummer?" The three boy's eyes once again fell on Wanda.
"Oh, no. Not again."
Disclamier: Madness does not preclude insanity
Review Responses:
Flamable- You'll find out what I mean. Maybe I'll have the X-men join... mehbeh not. Lots of twists and turns. The idea randomly came to me when listening to Outta Control, by Hoobostank. I saw Lance singing it, and it all worked from there.
Rogue77- Because I don't like Freddy, and I'll possibly add some other reason into the mix. (And there wasn't enough room for him in this band.)
~
"A Mrs. Burke called, she needs a babysitter for Saturday night," Lance yelled through the door. This got the reaction they wanted.
"WHAT!?" Wanda barged out of the room in a towel wielding a hairbrush. "YOU SAID THAT I WOULD BABYSIT?" She yelled, brandishing her brush at Lance.
"Well, we had to," Todd explained. "She said that her kids are mutants, and liked how responsible we seemed and wanted one of us to baby-sit."
"Responsible, yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy."
"Oh, Wanda?" Pyro asked sweetly.
"What?"
"Can I have a dollar? I lost my tooth last night."
"Good for you, but no. And John."
"Yes?"
"My face is up here," she pointed up to her eyes.
"Oh, er... sorry." John said blushing scarlet.
"Well, Wanda, as they say in show business, break a leg," Pietro said with a smirk.
"Oh, don't worry. I will, yours." Wanda replied grinning evilly.
~
So, around 6:30 Wanda made her way towards the Burke home, muttering a funeral march under her breath. She knocked on the door and was instantly answered by a girl with long blonde hair of about 12.
"Hi, I'm Paris," the girl, Paris, said, smiling obnoxiously. It was obvious to Wanda that she was a teeny-bopper.
"Hi," Wanda forced a smile on her face, instantly not liking the girl. "Is your mother here?"
"Yeah," Paris replied. "She's upstairs. MOM!" She yelled this quite loudly and a woman ran downstairs.
"Oh, sorry, didn't hear you. I'm Sarah, James, Kyle and Sam should be around here somewhere. shortly." Sarah looked around.
"Mommy!" A little kid with blonde hair yelled, running up the stairs. "Kyle hit me!"
"I did not!" Kyle retorted appearing. He had dirty blonde hair as well and was about 8 and dressed as a mini-skater. Sarah sighed.
"I'm sorry you had to come here to this," Sarah said, picking up James.
"Mum," A new girl entered the scene, dark red hair, brown roots showing, dressed in black walked into the room. "Paris took my pick."
"Samantha! I never did such a thing!"
"Quit lying. I knew you took it! Where is it?"
"I was only practicing-"
"Practicing my ass!"
"Girls! Say hello to Wanda, she's your babysitter this evening." The girls turned to Wanda, said hello quickly and went back to fighting.
"I can't wait until Mia shows up! Then I can get away from you!" Sam said.
"Samantha!" Sarah scolded sternly.
"I was talking about Paris."
"Mia is one of Sam's friends, she, her friend Kathy, and their boyfriends, Johnny, Paul and Drake are going out to a movie this evening," Sarah explained. Wanda sighed inwardly, happy that one of the nuisances was going to be gone.
"That's no way to think!" Sam said, turning sharply to Wanda.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You called me a nuisance!"
"Sam, be reasonable!" Sarah said, butting in.
"I heard her say it loud and clear!"
"I didn't say that," Wanda said, trying to be patient.
"Ooh! I know what happened!" Paris said, cackling with glee. "Sam's a mutant!" The Family turned towards Sam.
"This true?" Sarah asked.
"Um. I don't know! Ergh!" Just then, a horn honked outside. "That's my ride. Ta!" With that, Sam left the room.
"I'm sorry you had to witness that," Sarah began. "Sam can be a bit rude at times- I mean, with this mutant problem." Sarah trailed off.
"Yeah, sure." Wanda said, trying to stand her ground.
"Well, I've got to be going, going to meet Nate at the restaurant in fifteen minutes. I'll be home around 11, Sam will be home around 10, and bed times are 8:30 for the boys and 9 for Paris. Pizza is in the oven." Sarah quickly kissed her children goodbye and left the house.
"So," Paris began. "Why are you here anyway?"
"I'm here so I can baby-sit to get some money so me and my friends can buy some instruments to compete in Bayville Battle of the Bands." Wanda said.
"Girls can't rock," Paris replied, pretending that she knew what she was talking about.
"My friends, if you could call them that, aren't girls. And yes, we can. I play bass."
"Show me," Paris challenged, placing her hands on her hips. "I'll get Sam's guitar." Paris quickly left and returned a few minutes later, placing the guitar in Wanda's hands.
"Oh, joy," Wanda said sarcastically. She smiled evilly and took the guitar, and began strumming. By luck, or powers, she could easily play 'Under the Bridge.' "Yeah, you're right, girls can't rock," Wanda said, placing the guitar back in Paris's hands. "Now, let's start a movie, shall we, boys?" Wanda asked, taking James' hand as he lead her down into the basement to pick out a movie to watch.
~
The boys eventually chose to watch Pirates of the Caribbean. That left Paris mooning over how hot Orlando Bloom was, and Wanda, fuming that Paris only liked him for his looks, Wanda had liked him since she had seen the first Lord of the Rings and he was a nobody, and Wanda, claiming that Johnny Depp was the hottest man alive, and an incredible actor.
"Woohoo! Go Will!" Kyle and James cheered from their seats. James lept up, causing the popcorn bowl to spill. "CRAP!"
"James! Don't use bad language!" Paris scolded.
"Paris, who's the babysitter here? You, or me?" Wanda threatened.
"You," Paris sighed.
"Good, now, please, be a doll and clean up the popcorn. Thank you."
The kids went to bed quite well for Wanda, and it was around 10 when Sam showed up. Loudly. She, Mia, Kathy, Paul, Johnny and Drake came into the house. The boys were wearing some of the strangest get up, and it was obvious that Sam had changed after she had left the house. The boys were all wearing fishnets, pumps, blue eyeshadow and lab coats, and the girls were also wearing fishnets, Sam was wearing a French-maids's outfit, and the other two were wearing corsets.
"Where did you go in those outfits?" Wanda asked, glaring at the six.
"Rocky Horror," they all answered simultaneously.
"That explains a lot," Wanda said, nodding.
"Yeah, it does. The guys aren't usually like this," Mia said, grinning.
"Yeah, cough cough," Kathy added, laughing.
"All right, all right. You five, out. Sam, bed. And out of that ridiculous thing!" Wanda ordered. Sam looked at her, raising an eyebrow, but seeing Wanda's icy eyes, she quickly insisted that everyone leave the house.
"You're no fun," Sam said.
"I know. After having to deal with 'Princess Paris' I'm not a fun person." Wanda said, folding her arms over her chest. "Oh, and Sam," Sam turned around to face Wanda.
"Yes?" She asked, sickly sweet.
"Keep your mental powers in check, I don't like people going into my brain." Sam glowered and quickly left the room, fuming.
~
"And fifty aught to cover it. I'm so sorry that Paris gave you such a hard time!" Sarah said, apologizing to Wanda later that night. "We'll talk to her in the morning, all right, now it's time for you to go home. See you later!" Sarah called as Wanda walked out of the house. Once Wanda stepped into the car, she took out her wallet.
"No, not fifty. One hundred fifty. After living with the Brotherhood, you pick up a trick or too," Wanda laughed, driving out of sight.
~
"Well, how was it?" Lance asked, grinning as Wanda walked through the door.
"It was hell and back again. Got one fifty though," Wanda said, tossing the money on the kitchen table.
"One fifty? Bloody 'ell! Shiela! You're a frikkin' genius!" John said, hugging Wanda tightly.
"Let. Me. Go. Now," Pyro obliged quickly. They then heard a loud sound from up above. They quickly all rushed to Pietro's room, where he had a make shift drum set and was banging away.
"No rhythm," commented Lance.
"No sense of style," Pyro added.
"No grace," Todd added.
"Face it guys, he sucks." Wanda said, looking at them.
"Well, he's out. But where are we going to get a new drummer?" The three boy's eyes once again fell on Wanda.
"Oh, no. Not again."