note- For Queen-of-Azarath I present this chapter. Yay! Her and Troq. The episode, not Starfire. I didn't use the episode (as much as I had been expecting to) for the inspiration for this, but it was still a good episode. Bon Literary! (that was v. bad franglais. Heh.)
Chapter Eight (part II)
"How did you find me?" The blonde and red haired girl looked horrified; backing into the corner of the brick wall. It was the outside of the café and she held her notebook PC, better known as her laptop, clasped to her chest to protect it.
In front of her stood a shadowy figure, though it was apparent that the person was a girl. She did not come closer as to scare the girl any more, but she did reply.
"Why does that sound so familiar, Winter?"
The girl seemed pensive for a moment, trying to remember when she may have said that before. Then, as if a lightbulb had been turned on in her mind, her face lit up in remembrance.
"Chapter Seven!" Winter cried, now understanding that she was practically replaying what had happened only one and one half chapters beforehand, "Rae tracked me down and I asked her about it. But that doesn't let you get out of answering me either!"
If the person's face were able to be seen, she would have probably been raising an eyebrow or possibly shrugging. But she didn't keep how she had gotten to find her a secret.
"You put me here. You should know."
Or maybe she did keep it a secret. Winter nodded as if she understood though in truth she really did not, then, once again, the lightbulb of knowledge and recognition got turned on.
"You're Queen-of-Azarath!" the incomplete blonde exclaimed while the figure seemed to have an expression on her face stating 'who is this dumb blonde anyway?' though she could not really be seen, "Well I'm going inside to write the next chapter but do you want a water?"
As so many other chapters, stories, rants and other pieces of work begin; even if they are simply second parts to a chapter as this is, I will start with the weather.
September 3rd, still considered a day of summer, was just as that day should have been and would have been pictured on a scenic calendar. The sky was a velvet colbat blue; painted with streaks of an even lighter hue of the colour, almost white, to be clouds. Nothing in the horizon predicted any sort of unwanted weather, and no one expected it. The day was such as which that many did not even give a passing pensive thought about what the weather was like.
On the trees dotting street corners, accenting the fronts of homes and filling the courtyards and parks of both Lemington and Harrisfield High Schools, the leaves were beginning to change. Most were still a green healthy colour, but others became the oranges, reds, and browns that proved the season that they were living in. None fell to the ground yet, though there were some that teetered dangerously close to doing so, and underneath one of these very trees filled with slowly changing branches a girl sped at an equally dangerous rate.
Her blonde hair was tied up with a thin scrunchie, or, if you will, hair tie, which was very unusual for her. Mostly she wore her hair down, even though it was long and got on her nerves, but it appeared that she was training for track or something. Actually, that was exactly what she was doing - training for the spring track team - at least until she looked at her watch and realized exactly what time it was. That had been the impetus to rush back towards Lemington School, hoping that everything else had gone according to plan and that Winter wasn't too ticked off at her loosing track of time (no pun intended).
Out of the corner of her eye, Emily, because that was who she was, not Terra for those of you who believed wrongly, could have sworn for a moment that she'd been able to discern Dick slinking stealthily by a tall fence across the street, but when she turned to get a better look, the lurking figure was gone. She thought nothing more about it as she sped up toward the boarding school she attended.
Not even five minutes later, Emily was pulling the hair tie out of her hair inside the door to Achille's room, shaking out her straight locks, and returning it to its original place. Her face was an almost rosy hue, and with the sweat dripping down her temples and her hair being as tangled as it was, it seemed as though the weather she had been running in had been turbulent instead of gorgeous.
Betty and Winter had much more important things to worry about than the state of their friend. They were fighting over boys. More specifically, what made boys look hot. Rayne and Kori, who both sat on the red covered bed, did not bother listening as they were (or at least Kori was) completely and totally engrossed in the movie, but Emily listened.
"That is so-o-o dumb!" Betty snapped with attitude. Only the black girl could say that very phrase and make it sound stylish, "Guys with that long hair look like rats!"
"Rat's hair doesn't grow that long," Winter shot back, trying to catch her.
"The point is, they look like animals!"
"Animals are hot!"
After catching the phrase, Emily ran to the two fighters and intervened with vigor. "I get Beast Boy!"
The two who had been fighting; standing in front of each other with their arms crossed under their chests in mock anger, looked at the blonde girl now - expressions of anime sweat drops filling their features.
"Who the hell is Beast Boy?" Betty raised an eyebrow, looking at the blonde who stood in front of her who had suddenly realized her multiple mistakes. Emily through a look of pleading towards Winter.
The blonde and red haired girl began to think. This was going to be hard to get out of if she didn't think quick and give a good answer. Then it came to her. An answer that could be backed by Rayne if she needed it to, and a quite clever one at that.
Winter turned to the dark featured girl standing beside her and spoke. "She meant Ponyboy. He's the main character in "The Outsiders." When we were talking about long hair she must have thought of him and made the mistake."
The moment Winter had mentioned "The Outsiders," Rayne's ears had perked up and she had come over to them in a flash. Could you guess what her favourite book is? Naw, of course you couldn't; it's only incredibly ridiculously obvious.
"The Outsiders!" Almost as a begging puppy dog, Rayne stood and watched them converse with wide eyes as they discussed.
Betty did not seem completely convinced at Winter's answer, but shrugged it off and went back to their friendly feud. Rayne did not stay for long while they continued their conversation, seeing that the book was not their main topic, and Emily soon got bored because she would be likely killed by Winter for speaking again and it was just the two of them ranting back and forth at each other anyway. No point to watch.
"But long hair is wicked sexy!" Winter said.
"Guys with long hair have no personal hygiene," Betty replied rebelliously.
Winter grinned evilly. "You're only saying that because you think that bald looks hot on Vic," and Emily did not stay to hear any more because she was migrating towards Rayne, who stood on the side of the fairly commodious room furthest away from Kori, pouring drinks. She did hear the sound of Betty's screech that was her next reply, but the words were zoned out of Emily's brain into the oblivion that is dorm walls.
"Hey Rayne," Emily said, approaching the redhead, "How far are we now?"
She was referring to 'the (master) plan' and Rayne knew it. She looked around silently to make sure that no one would hear her saying this, then whispered "Now," into Emily's ear. The blonde could guess that by "Now," she had meant that, inside the drink for Kori would be found a sleeping tablet - though only enough of one to keep her asleep until they needed her awoken.
They, together, took the cup to where Kori would have been seated happily with a wistful look on her face, but for some reason she was not where she had been. Instead her head lay gracefully on the red satin pillowcase; sleeping soundly and waiting for her prince charming.
Rayne and Emily faced each other; both of them with their eyebrows at the near top of their foreheads. The redhead was the first to speak.
"That was… easy enough."
When Victor had hoped to be able to see the look on Dick's face when he read the note, he was hoping that the boy would freak out, begin to run around in circles, call everyone he knew to try to find Kori, and possibly even cry. Results from the video camera the black boy had set up had later proved, though, that his reaction had not proved to be too bad.
While he did call quite a few people from his mobile to gain clues, he did not flip out or anything. Our boy is quite the genius I must tell you. Barely five minutes after he had entered the room Dick was strolling right back out with his cell phone to his ear, listening to the voice echoing throughout his head from the portable minute speaker which he held in his hand.
The black haired boy had not even bothered to try Kori's cell, assuming that whoever was doing this was smart enough to take it from her, and then proceeded to call nearly everyone else he knew. Of course this yielded no result at first; Raven and Garfield both had their phones turned off and it sent him immediately to the voicemail boxes their phone services provided. He was listening to Raven's while he left the room and became just a little bit irked at both of their unavailability.
So, while he walked the paved path toward the dining hall, he tried Victor.
The black boy was not quite as keen on following directions as the rest of those who knew Winter's "plan" were. 'The (master) plan' clearly stated that all mobile devices should be either turned off for the day or that the person carrying the phone should not answer Dick's call. Vic did not spend any time checking his callerID, though, he simply flipped up his phone and made himself known. So when the spiky haired teen (who was not Speedy) called, Victor answered the phone; unknowing until it was too late. And you don't just hang up on your buddy.
"Hey, Vic's arm." Came the real, living, breathing voice of Victor Stone through the radio waves which transmitted into Dick's phone.
"Hello, what's up?"
We are not watching this scene from Victor's point of view, but if we were we would probably see the (american) football star tense up, sweatdrop, or turn pale. He was most likely thinking - 'OhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrapOhcrap' - over and over again, willing his brain to create an elaborate lie to get him out of this mess.
"Uh… Nothing. And you?" He did his very best to keep his voice steady and natural.
Dick did not skip a beat. "I'm going on a treasure hunt. You wanna come?"
Victor, however, did. "Man, I would but I -- can't!"
"Really." Dick was very, very likely rolling his eyes under his dark pair of sunglasses, and he knew that something was up. Mr. Grayson is good at getting things out of people, though, so he continued, "What are you doin'?"
Victor was silent for a few moments before he replied. "I have a - uh - homewo- a - mm - DATE!"
The intense way that the boy said that through the phone caused Dick to pull his own phone away from his ear for a moment. Before he could even think of some clever comeback, Vic continued with his new battle.
"Yeah!" he said, "I have a date with - Betty!"
This completely threw Dick even more. Dude, Vic pulled a good excuse.
"You have a date with… Betty? You do mean Betty Eddens, right? You know, that girl you're always fighting with about something or another…?"
"…Boo yaw!" Victor said with as much fake enthusiasm he could muster, "Uh - Duh!"
Dick raised an eyebrow, completely speechless, and just sort of decided he'd have to hang up now. He managed to stutter out a few words before he left, but that was it.
"Um.. Alright, I'll, um, talk to you later… Have… fun."
Obviously Dick could not see it, but Victor was happily dancing under the slightly changing trees of the campus (he was near the other side) and congratulating himself. It took a lot of skill to get Dick Grayson to stutter.
The spiky black haired boy suddenly stopped in his tracks as he approached the dining hall. His face lit up and he changed the direction of his search.
Screw the clues, was his thought, though probably without the 'screw' part, I know exactly where she is.
Raven sunk even deeper into the couch where she sat. On her lap sat a large tome, looking like it dated back to the 16th century or so; probably old poetry or something in that general area. She was really getting into it, though, and could no longer be pulled away by the glaring light of the television screen where Garfield and Achilles now played a new game - the one that the dark boy had returned to his room, risking Winter's wrath, to collect.
Since it was a three person couch, she was squished at the end. At first she had been incredibly tempted to simply move to the floor or even the bed so that she would be more comfortable as her wonderful friends used every muscle and cell in their bodies to annoy her - okay, that was sarcasm, but what is new. She was seated next to Garfield, if you could call it sitting the way that she was so scrunched up, and beside him sat Achilles then Vesta.
Vesta was excitedly bouncing up and down, and it tested Raven's patience at first. Then she simply realized that the girl was just a female version of Garfield - with the exceptance that she was not vegan nor was she green - and eventually learned to ignore her the same way that she did him. Well, to say that she ignored him would be an understatement. For the most part that is. I mean, it really is hard to not give a guy some attention if he is squashed next to you on a couch and has previously asked you out on a sort-of date which you sort-of accepted.
The nearly violet haired girl would never admit that she would give her friend the time of day, but then she didn't have to. I, as the narrator, will do it for her-
:Shows scene of Raven choking the lights out of the writer for giving away such secret details:
Or I will simply move on to what happened during this part of the chapter. Heh. Good idea, eh loves?
Garfield whooped for joy. Raven lifted an eyebrow in response, not knowing what to make of his sudden outburst.
"What am I supposed to make of this sudden outburst?" She asked suddenly, monotonously.
The green teen (no rhyme intended) grinned, turning to Raven quickly and bear hugging her with the smile still on her face. He did not hold onto her for long but it was just long enough for Vesta, who had pulled herself away from the flashing lights to watch this and write it all down in her trusty notebook.
"I beat Achilles in Planet Invader! And I was right about how to get to level forty-seven!" He did a kind of dance while sitting on the couch while Raven stared at him. And she did not do this in a necessarily good way.
Before Raven's witty, sarcastic reply came, Achilles spoke. "No, I was right and you were wrong! Do we even have to get into it like yesterday?"
Wait for it… Wait for it… NOW!
"You're excited about… A video game?" came Raven's voice before Gar could begin to fight, "It goes to show that it doesn't take much to amuse a small mind."
Vesta had a sour look on her face. Apparently she did not like how this conversation was playing out. Time to spice things up a bit;
"Yeah," Vesta said in a chipper voice, keeping things optimistic, "You wanna play?"
"No, I abhor video games." Vesta began to write again, wanting to get everything down. "I do not wish to implicate myself with the corrosive annoyance that is they. Only simple minded wastrels spend as much time in front of the television as you do. It is a severely detestable practice."
"When I found out what you said I am so gonna have a good comeback for you!" Garfield exclaimed, feigning anger but not actually feeling it. Achilles simply stared, not understanding all of what was said but not mentioning anything about it. Vesta was raising her hand, as if in a classroom, and waving it wildly.
Raven looked at her questioningly.
"How do you spell implicate?"
She raised her eyebrow, and was about to answer, when Dick strode in the door. They all stared at him open mouthed as he approached the couch.
"Planet Invader!" he said, looking at the screen, "Sweet."
The four smooshed even more, making space for their friend though he should not have been there. That was not part of 'the (master) plan'!
"I-M-P-L-I-C-A-T-E," he said as he grabbed a controller, though he then noticed that no one else held the other one.
"Why are you all staring at me like that?" he said, looking to both sides where the others sat, "It isn't as if I walked in on you guys eating pizza, wearing my clothes and calling each other by my name."
Vesta had quite a strange look on her face. It seemed that she got something more out of what he was saying than he was. (as is everyone else who is READING this, but that does not matter)
Everyone on the couch relaxed a little bit, giving in to the power of the video games, but before they began to play, Dick got a sudden thoughtful look on his face. "Why does saying that make me think that I should be remembering something about it? It's almost like deja vu."
Winter sat cross-legged on the floor reading a book. She hadn't had a whole lot of time recently to just - relax and read. Before this whole alternate universe thing had started, that was a big chunk of her time every single day; just lounging around and reading, though usually the time was spent outside working on her lack of tan whether it was nice out or not. The book she was reading was science fiction and the author, she thought, had to be a whole lot smarter than her in all ways of planning and politics; his plans actually made sense.
The blonde and red haired girl scrunched up her face; that slightly depressing thought had urged her need for a good bottle of water. The problem was, Achilles seemingly did not share Winters everlasting dire need for bottled water; he did not hold a mini refrigerator in his dorm room stocked full of the stuff as she did, and she began to panic.
"Rayne," she whispered nervously to the girl who sat nearby her beside Betty. They were playing a card game; from the looks of it they were playing Old Maid.
(Starfire: Tell me, why is it bad to be the Old Maid? ßTROQ! Oh yeah!)
Turning her head, the redhead responded with her eyes. No, she is not psychic (though sometimes I do wonder about my friends. Lol) but anyone could clearly tell that she was saying 'what' when she looked over with her questioning eyes. Everyone was doing their best to keep as positively silent as possible as to keep their good luck running. Kori had fallen asleep on her own and they didn't want to have to drug her back into that state if, perchance, she woke up.
Emily also looked, but soon turned back to her J-14 magazine she was reading, also seated on the floor. She was reading an especially exciting article about ways to prevent blackheads from forming on the bridge of your nose. She was intrigued…
Winter tried her best not to hyperventilate - she did not want to get too loud and wake up Kori.
"I need," she said quietly, "A bottle… of water!"
Her eyes bugged; going as wide as saucers as the well known metaphor states. Rayne knew exactly that if this girl didn't get out of there soon, there would be big trouble. They needed water. And not just any water, bottled water, and they needed it fast.
"What's wrong?" Betty was a little concerned. See, she didn't quite understand the situation on hand.
Rayne shook her head, quickly putting all the cards in a pile; tidying up before she left and while she spoke, "She has a thing about water - I'll tell you later."
Betty was raising an eyebrow, but Rayne did not stop to explain any more. She pulled her blonde and red haired friend out of the room as quickly as possible; Winter's arm was draped around her shoulder and they got out, treating her as a time bomb which was, as the saucers were previously, a good way to state quite what a bad condition Winter was in.
After they had gone, shut the door and scurried down the hall, Betty turned to Emily and they locked each others eyes with scrupulous looks on their faces.
"Do you have - any idea what just happened?" the black girl asked.
Emily shrugged, a bit of apathy showing through as she turned to the next page of the magazine. "Nope."
Maybe it was the fact that Emily had said "nope" completely aloud; maybe it was Winter's little… thing… with water; and maybe Kori was just done sleeping, but right at that moment a loud groan like sound could be heard coming from the bed as the tall redhead stretched her limbs and sat up.
"Uh, oh," Emily murmured, and she and Betty exchanged glances once again. They didn't have the sleeping pills, Rayne had been entrusted with them, and there was no chance they'd get her asleep again after having slept for as long as she had. And there would probably be hell to pay when Winter found out.
Kori, not seeing the two girls peering at her from the end of the bed, looked around the room to see no one. She shrugged and pulled out her cell phone, punching in a few numbers.
"Friend Richard!" She said, nearly immediately; Emily and Betty groaned in defeat - the plan was done for, dead, over, but Kori continued to speak to her friend. "How are you?… Thank you!… I currently reside in Achilles' dorm room and I believe I have fallen asleep while partaking in the watching of movies…Really?…Why did you not come over to here? … Oh, that is quite all right! … That is a glorious idea! On their return, I will tell Winter, Rayne, Betty, and Emily immediately! … Room 340! … I will see you soon! Goodbye, Dick!"
It was at this moment, though, that Kori stood up onto the floor, and noticed the two sitting there.
"Friends!" She exclaimed, coming up to them, "Dick has requested that we join him in the eating of pizza! Would you like to accompany us?"
crazybritoutforeangelooks: Hi! Thanks for the review, though I'm not quite sure what it meant. :-d I'm glad that you liked it though!
Queen-of-Azarath: Yay! You updated and that made me happyI was wondering; isn't it a bother to write up all the answers to your reviews 'cuz you get so many? It's crazy for me even though I only get four or five a chapter and you, who gets at least twenty, has to do it every chapter. I usually do it right before I update and usually I am speeding up moments before I am allowed on the computer (I have limited internet time) so I don't write much. Heh. Maybe being a Queen makes things all easier (lol)
sathac's warrior: there WILL be Bbrae. And though I'm not sure exactly how (I have a good idea but I think it may be too corny for the story and may end up just writing a stupid fluffy oneshot about it) but I am going to get it to be funny, romantic, and not corny all at the same time. Think I can do it? I don't, but it's worth a try, eh love? Thanks for reviewing!
Golden-Sama: yay! High! Woops. That makes me sound like someone you should worry about. Um, I mean, HI! You know, I couldn't think of any jokes to put in for Gar to say and make them actually the randomness and almost stupidity that they are in the series whenever he tries. Heh. I try to make things funny but I haven't the brainpower. I was born to write depressing, angsty, cry all your tears short stories in which the main character dies. Well that's what I've been doing lately. Something like that anyway. Oh whatever. I am just going to stop blabbing on. Lol.
Tidus'luvr: Hi Hill! I don't know what to say because… Yeah! I was going to put the tongue thing in with you and Achilles but didn't have the time ( I am running out of time!) and I know that you will KILL me if I don't update tonight. Hell, I'LL kill me if I don't update tonight. Anyways… BB HUGGED RAVEN! HAHAHAHAHA… yeah. Lol
Rose: Did you like the new TT episode? Did you know that you have the same birthday as my friend Caitlyn? Did you know that if I don't stop typing soon I will eventually get blisters on my fingers and die? Well, that whole last sentence was kind of just BS, but hey, I'm not perfect. ;) Thanks for the review!
ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS/POLLS/ETCETERA:
Which would be worse? Listening to pop music 24/7 for a year or singing it for a living?
In my case, I believe that listening to pop music would be worse than singing it. I LOVE to sing, so singing it wouldn't be so bad just because singing makes my happiness soar no matter what, but listening to it… yeah, and when you sing you don't really have to listen to it.
Are there any specific scenes which you think should be added to this story? (If so, tell me what they are)
Um… I hope that I know what specific scenes I want in my future… but I don't. Lol.
When is your birthday? (there's actually a reason for this, too!)
My birthday is January 20. The reason I asked you guys for this was so that I could write chapters for people's birthdays. If I missed your birthday already then I may just dedicate a chapter to you, so keep your eyes open even if I did miss you.
What is 2 + 2?
Heh. Any of the following answers will be accepted (lol): 42, 22, 0, W, Weezer, fish… that's all I can think of. Oh yeah - 4 is a good answer too.
Where are you going to be (or, if reading this afterwards, where were you) on May 9th 2005 at 6:30 PM?
TROQ BABY! If someone didn't get to see it there's another showing of it on Saturday , but still. Did you know that in Canada they got TROQ on the 6th and got The Prophesy on the 9th? DUDE! THERE WAS GOOD BBRAE! YES YES YES! giggles
-note- THANK EVERYONE FOR THE REVIEWS! MORE REVIEWS MAKE ME GIGGLE! I LOVE FLAMES BECAUSE I LOVE TO HAVE A VALID REASON TO DEBATE WITH SOMEONE! (don't flame me just to flame me though; that's boring.) SO MAKE ME HAPPY AND MAKE ME SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THE REVIEW REVIEWS NEXT WEEK BY GIVING ME A YUMMY REVIEW! BYE TILL MAY 19! LOVE YA!
Sneaky Peaky: "Chapter Nine"
Well this is actually telling the truth for once. Though it shouldn't be hard to guess what's going to happen in the next chapter. And no, not everyone is going to get together and have a big happy ending over pizza - though that would work if I didn't have another 20 (give or take) chapters to go - though they will all go out together. I mean; what's TT without pizza?