A/N: ((clears throat)) Ahem! When we last left our heroes…

EvilBlink!muse: You know that sounds like a cheesy radio drama, right?

Me: Oh, shaddup, Blink! ((smacks him)) Anyways, Race had just arrived in hell, met the band nerd-y people, and had been scared by the flamboyantly gay Spot.

FlamboyantSpot!muse: ((cackles)) Watch out, signore! Heh heh heh…

Me: O…K. Anyways, on with the story! ((trombones try to blare, only they're so off-key that everyone dies. Just kidding!))

Ch. 4-Greetings from Hell

Ow. Muscles. Hurt. They don't call this place Hell Academy for nothing. I swear, we practiced for at least four hours, with only a few evenly spaced-out water breaks so we wouldn't pass out.

"Gah, that seemed too short" Mandie complained, as she bounded(yes, bounded) back into the building.

Freak. Nah, scratch that. SUPER freak.

It wasn't that the drill or music were all that complicated or anything, it was just so damn repetitive that we all got sick of it rather quickly. So I went in, put my rig away, and then wandered off in search of something to eat. I was pretty sure there were snacks in the Wreck Room, so I headed back up there.

When I got back up there, there were only a couple people in there, most of whom I didn't recognize.

"Toad…where's Toad?" Liz was asking, hopping around the room. (A/N: Sorry, bad pun…sorry, I won't do it again, lol!)

"Who the hell is Toad?" I asked, thoroughly confused."

"She's…oh, never mind, there she is. Toad! Toad!" she yelled, jazz-running across the room.

At that moment, two guys walked in, one blonde and pale, the other brunette and olive-skinned.

"Hey, Blink, look!" said the darker-skinned guy. "A male! We're saved!"

"Oh, thanks" said Bumlets sarcastically. They ignored him, and tackled me in a bear hug.

I'm going to leave here a wreck.

"I'm Dave, by the way" said the guy with the dark hair. "David Jacobs, and this is Blink Parker. We're in the band, too. We saw you this afternoon, but you got away before we could say anything."

"HEY!" yelled a new voice suddenly. I turned around, and saw a slim girl with blonde hair, an opal crest necklace, and vivid violet eyes.

"Is anybody going with us to Cleveland tonight?!" she yelled. "Oh, yeah, lookie, a new kid! I'm Ashley 'Tutti-Frutti' Myers, because my eyes change color, depending on what I'm wearing that day. So…who's going?"

"ME ME ME!" yelled about 20 voices.

"Stupid question, Ash" said Blue, who was guzzling water. "Everyone always goes."

"Eh, couldn't hurt ta ask" she said, shrugging. "You in, Race?" she asked.

"Hell yes! I need alcohol."

Fluxy smiled. "Well, then you're in luck. There are at least a dozen bars on one street, and there are about eight gay bars. Spot loves gay bars. He usually ends p getting kicked out of them." I laughed.

"What time is it?" asked Smartass.

Liz looked at her watch. "Ummm…about 5:00. When do we wanna leave?"

"I think…6:30" said Igby, which kinda of startled me, since I'd only heard her hiss, or snap in Japanese before. "We wanna eat, and then 'hit the clubs', right?" she said, sounding rather sarcastic on the last bit.

"Uh, yeah…good idea, Igby" said Smartass. "So we got an hour-and-a-half to get ready. Let's go!"

So we all headed off to our separate rooms.

ONE HOUR LATER

"DAVE LOOKS PRETTY! OH SO PRETTY! DAVE LOOKS PRETTY AND WITTY AND GAY!" I heard Liz singing, down the hallway, getting progressively louder. She must be dancing, or spinning, or hopping down the hallway.

"I DO NOT LOOK GAY!" Dave bellowed down the hallway.

"YEAH, EVERY STRAIGHT MAN WEARS TIGHT TIE-DYE AND SEQUINS!" she yelled back.

I heard stomping down the hall, and Dave was standing right in front of my open door.

I had to stifle a roar of laughter. He was, indeed, wearing a tight tie-dyed T-shirt, scattered with random sequins.

"Touché, Liz" I giggled, sticking my head out the door.

Dave glared at me. "What?!" I said, holding my hands up defensively.

"C'mere, Dave" said Liz, who was wielding a Q-tip. "And close your eyes."

Dave looked wary, but did as she asked. She ran the Q-tip over his eyelid, looked at it, and let out a wild bark of laughter.

"What? WHAT?!" we demanded in unison.

She was doubled up with laughter, but managed to straighten up, wipe her eyes, and whispered, "Eyeliner!"

Dave turned crimson, but I made a lunge for the Q-tip. Sure enough, there was dark stuff all over the tip of it. I was howling with laughter, clutching my sides, when Spot came up and asked, "What's so funny?"

And, I kid you not, he was wearing this shimmery stuff on his cheeks and collarbone, and I think he was wearing lip gloss.

Oy vay.

"OK, we stop laughing at Dave…" Liz trailed off.

"And run away from Spot!" I finished.

She dashed off down the hall, laughing her head off, and I whirled around and tried to slam my door shut. But Spot was too quick for me.

"Not so fast, Higgins" he said, smirking. "You wouldn't lock out your own roomie, wouldja?"

"But…but, you're not…my…"

"Yeppers!" he said, smirking at me. "Got re-assigned this afternoon. You, me, Snitch, and Skittery. One big, happy, dysfunctional family."

Hoo-freakin'-rah.

"You'd better not try anything, Conlon."

"Who, me?"

END CHAPTER

Wow, this went on several different tangents. LOL! But, ya know, that's just me! But…anywayz…on to my shoutouts:

SHOUTOUTS: (Boo hoo, there's on three)

Saturday: Eh, Dalton invaded my mind during my review of your story. And you won't turn into Dakki-you'll be better than Dakki.

DAKKI: ((smacks me))

ME: WHAT'S WITH THE SMACKING?!

(dakki, by the way, I was just kidding)

Love ya, thanx for reviewing!

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