Wow, I'm actually updating this one. Kinda. Well, consider this a Filler Chaper until I find a good source of inspiration for this thing. This chapter's split in half; the first part is just a little experiment, to see how well my new idea goes over with the fans. The second half is a is a horribly quick thing (actually pertaining to the storyline ;) ) that is only there to move the fic along. Yeah. Okay, read on.
Veronica sighed, leaning heavily on the sink edges and gazing mournfully into the smudgy glass of the bathroom mirror. Slowly, she brought a hand up to her forehead, lightly brushing back her ever present lock of lemon- blonde hair, fully exposing her face for scrutiny. Indeed, she was exceedingly pretty, as was the requirement for popular cheerleader-type girls, but it wasn't the pretty she aspired to be. Those damned icy blue eyes, eyelashes thick and heavy with mascara to try and hide their wideness. Oh, how she longed for perfect, almond shaped eyes. For long, flowing ebony locks to replace her thin and pathetic ponytail of blonde. For a tiny, cute button nose to replace her blah blah not Trixie blah...
As she continued to angst silently within her head, her eyes began to stray from her lack of Tangy-perfection. The not-so-perky cheerleader soon became aware of another presence looming over her shoulder, a small lump of black clothing reflected in the corner of the mirror. She sighed again, this time out of frustration. She should've expected this in the unpopular student bathroom. Some normal, ugly girl would be rendered motionless by the sheer shock of a popular, superior being in the regular dirty bathrooms. This was her only haven from the constant demeaning aura of Trixie Tang, however. The only place no sane cheerleader would set foot in. But, she couldn't tell this not-popular child that! She was trying frantically to conjure up an excuse when they spoke.
"I know what troubles you..." the short black thing said, their voice seemingly too deep and gravelly to be female. Veronica turned sharply to face them, eyebrows knitted together with irritation and anger.
"What are you talking about, loser?" she demanded haughtily, her arms pressed tightly to her sides with hands balled up in fists. Wow, the person really was ugly. Just one big ball of dark; black clothes, brown skin, nasty purple hair. The only distinguishing evidence of gender was a slight bulge that deformed the scary-looking man on her shirt. She grimaced, praying desperately that no one else would enter and see her chatting with a geek.
There was a slight pause before the short black figure spoke again. "I know of your feelings towards Trixie," she said softly, eyes focused and unblinking. Veronica faltered, despite herself.
"W-What do you mean?" she managed to squeak, unable to keep the superior edge to her voice. How could this little loser know? Was it that obvious? She tried so hard to hide her desperate aspiration to Trixie-ness from everyone! So how could a freak like her find out? 'Maybe she's a stalker! She probably followed me home and saw my Trixie shrine...!'
A grin sliced across the girl's tanned face, teeth inhumanly sharp and yellowed. "You try to smother it down, but I am well-trained and am able to see even the tiniest hints," With a clink of unseen jewelry, the girl jabbed a finger in Veronica's face, taking a victorious stance. "I KNOW YOU LOVE TRIXIE TANG!" she shrieked, unable to contain her glee.
Veronica's eyes widened to an almost painful size, jaw dropping. For a split second, she could only gasp fruitlessly for air, lips working like a fish's. Abruptly, her shock turned to pure unbridled fury. "What are you taking about?! I don't love her, I want to be her! There's a difference!"
"Not the way I see it!" The girl's grainy voice had become singsong. Her eyes pinched joyfully shut, smile overtaking all facial features. "And I'm gonna share my discovery with the WORLD!"
Before Veronica could fully register what she'd just heard, the little black thing dashed out of the bathroom, the door left swinging open in her wake revealing many students had overheard their conversation, and were peering in with curiosity. A hot red blush spread across Veronica's perfectly pale cheeks, her head swimming with many confusing emotions. Finally, she decided to act on the one she was most familiar with: RAGE.
"Come back here, you little -- !" She tore off after the giggling dark child, a homicidal anger bubbling in her stomach. Her fellow students gazed after them for a moment, shrugged, and carried on with their meaningless childhood.
"Timmy, are you sure you're okay?" Wanda asked gently, her voice slightly muffled by the fabric of her godchild's pocket. "That's the third light pole you've run into since you left the classroom!"
Timmy laughed drunkenly as he stumbled away from the pole, a dent left in the wake of his buckteeth. "Of course! The next pole could be a cactus, for all I care! Nothing could ruin my bliss!"
Wanda frowned, poofing herself into a fly and promptly buzzing around Timmy's head. "I'm serious, Timmy! You're starting to scare me." Her insect- y brow furrowed with concern. Her green counterpart soon appeared beside her.
"Timmy's always scared me!" he cried obliviously, smiling. "But, then again... doesn't everything?" Swiftly, he buzzed around and dived beneath the security of Timmy's ever-present pink hat. The little green antennae poking out beneath the brim were the only evidence of Cosmo's existence. Wanda merely rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Timmy," she continued, perching lightly on the boy's nose, "If anything is troubling you, you need to tell me!"
Timmy paused from his lovesick stroll through the playground, eyes crossing as he looked down at Wanda. "If you really want to know..." he began, smiling crookedly, "Then I wish you would take me someplace private! Like my room!"
"We can't just poof you outta school, Timmy, you know that. That would be considered ditching."
Timmy frowned. "Well, then I wish school was excused for the day!"
Cosmo whizzed out form beneath the pink cap. "Ooo! Ooo! I can do this one!" he cried, waving his wand before anyone could protest.
A shrill scream emerged from within the school, and the principal promptly burst through the doors, her beehive hairstyle swarming with little white mice.
"Apparently, two squabbling girls accidentally broke into our storage of LAB MICE!" she screamed, tearing frantically at her orange curls. "The school is being evacuated for fumigation!"
A little girl's eyes promptly filled with tears, and she questioned softly, "They're killing the mice?"
Waxelplex furiously shook her head, both to answer the girl and to try and shake out the little rodents. "No! The girls!"
As if on cue, everyone was thrown into a panic. Students rushed away into oncoming traffic to escape the mice and crazy girls. The whole school was chaos.
Cosmo grinned nervously. "I.. meant it to go a lot smoother than that." he admitted, hoping his charm would quell any sadistic urges his wife may have felt towards him. Wanda just sighed and raised her wand.
"Let's just get outta here before they start the fumes."
With a wave of the star-tipped stick, they vanished, unseen among the screaming children and bloody car accidents.
Whoo! The last half SUCKED. Oh well. Feedback on the first part would be nice. It's the main reason I posted this.Yeah, the short black thing was me.