-note- to all of you who have read chapter 9 (the previous chapter) of this story, I am terribly sorry. It sucked and I am not very proud of it. When I have a little more time I will probably upload another version of it (which will have the same plotline etcetera except written better) but right now I'll just stick to getting this done on time.
-dedication- FOR TIDUS'LUVR. Hehe. You're one of my bestestest (great spelling, eh?) and so I had to dedicate a chapter for you cuz your birthday isn't any time soon. Or at least it wasn't the last time I checked. So be happy that I only make you say bishi once. Lol. It's just so fun to make you say bishi
-warning- this piece contains mature content, mild cussing, hyper raven, aspirin, Midol, and other such 'drugs,' other OOC traits, and a possible flying elephant. Consider yourself warned.
Chapter Ten
It was late when Winter showed up this week, and she wasn't alone. Beside her, looking almost exactly like her except with dark brown hair and a slightly taller figure was her sister.
She immediately set forth to working, typing away at a quite – mature – topic, and the other girl asked the question. "So, you just sit here and type all night?"
The blonde and red haired girl looked up, seemingly doing some sort of calculating in her head, then replied, "No, sometimes I listen to the people onstage, and sometimes I drink water, and sometimes I run away from crazy Azarathians who want to know what I am going to do to them with the information I hold, I stalk fanfiction writers, piss off the waiter – you know. Fun stuff."
At this point, the very waiter of whom she spoke showed up, obviously curious.
"Hi, Winter," he said, his eyes wide. If this were an anime they would have stars or possibly hearts in them as he looked at her sister. "I didn't know you had a twin."
Winter and the dark haired girl exchanged looks, then broke out laughing. "Her name's Steena and she's five years older than me."
John's eyes grew even wider, looking more excited. Probably thinking that he had a chance with this girl. Shya. Like Winter would ever let that happen.
As the girl, now known as Steena, seemed to become uncomfortable under the waiter's stare, Winter intervened. "John, I'm waiting for you to ask me what I want."
He looked at her with a pouty expression on his face as if she'd ruined his fun.
He sighed. "What would you like?"
With a grin, Winter told him to come closer. "Get over here for a sec."
The boy came closer, no thought to what she might have in mind, and before he knew it he had a fist in his belly for a very minute amount of time.
"Now," she said to his now uncomfortable form, "It's very rude to stare. I would like you to get my sister and myself a water, please."
Morning time. By nearly everyone's standards it is not a very acceptable time to be in, but it becomes much worse when the first sound that comes to your years upon your awakening is your roommate's roar of unadulterated, painfully scary, frustration.
Poor Raven. I really do pity her living conditions.
"Wha-a-a-at," she groaned. She was still lying in bed, clutching to her dark pillow on this Saturday morning while she buried her face in its softness to try and get back to sleep. She had been up on the computer till nearly 3 AM, quite a cause to sleep in, and Winter was not making it easy for her.
Winter didn't respond, or at least not negligibly. What was instead heard was another loud growl/moan/cry of annoyance as the blonde and red haired teen, still in her pajamas, prowled around the room. She would stand at the door of her wardrobe for a few moments, through one or two random objects from its inside on the floor, then she would move to the bookshelf above Raven and her computer and do something similar with the old and new volumes, before rummaging through her backpack only to drop it, cuss and make loud noises in frustration, and begin the cycle again. It was one of her outbursts that caused Raven to sit upright with an annoyed expression on her face.
"If anything happens to any of my books I won't think twice of slowly removing the life from your body."
It was true, what Raven was saying. Some of her books were sixteenth to eighteenth century (and earlier) and not only in the content. A few of them were so vintage that they could be worth quite a lot if she ever intended to sell them; she even had some originals. Most people knew better than to go anywhere near her books for fear of ripping even one page and incurring the dark girl's wrath.
Winter seemed to know better too – the only books ending up on the floor were rightfully hers and, even so, still in mediocre condition. Raven raised an eyebrow when she did not respond; instead she continued to examine the room forcefully.
"What?" she stated, rather than asked, "No witty comments? You aren't going to tell me how that was the second time this week that I've greeted you in the morning with a death threat?" she let out a sarcastic 'tut, tut.' "You should be ashamed."
Almost valiantly did Winter turn to Raven. "No. But that phrase shall be avenged!"
Raven just raised her right eyebrow again, looking at the other girl strangely. "Um, o-kay?"
The next few moments, as Raven removed the covers from over herself and we could all see her blue Eeyore pajamas, Winter and Raven did not speak, only went about their business. Our rumoured psychic took deep breaths and stretched while she pulled out clothes to wear for the day while her crazy, hyper, schizophrenic tendency bearing (amoung other things) roommate still rummaged for something.
"So-o-o," Raven said, watching Winter with a slightly bemused look on her face, "What is it you're looking for?"
"Nothing!"
Winter said this too quickly, the first giveaway (or was it the second? I'll let you decide) that she really was looking for something important.
Raven shrugged. "If you need help, I'll be sleeping in the shower."
Of course this was sarcasm. Fortunately her real plan was to wash in the shower. If she had wanted sleep too terribly she would have raided the floor space in another friend's room such as Kori or Betty, but now she seemed to be over her terrible loss and ready to face the day.
She slipped out the door with a towel over her shoulder and some shampoos and soaps in a bag under her arm, and Winter continued to look around the room frantically until a cell phone rang.
It was hers, and upon answering it she immediately began to rant to Vesta, who was on the other line.
"Vesta!" she cried into the mini transmitting device that we, as teenagers of America, Canadia (hehe), France, Germany, England, Scotland, Japan, Wales, Ireland, etcetera, etcetera, and so forth, call a cell phone, "I can't find my bloody notebook! I am so gonna kill it the moment I get my hands on it!"
Ever since she had figured out whom her roommate was, Rayne had taken to using her room as sparse as possible. Just the pinkness which had multiplied every time she came into the room blinded her to no end.
She was now walking down the hall, having woken herself up early, even though it was a Saturday morning, and she was talking to herself. Or, rather, she seemed to be having a heated argument with herself.
"No, no, no," she murmured. Based on the direction she was headed it seemed that Rayne was headed toward the dining hall for an early breakfast, "wrong note. It's a G, not an F. You don't think so? Maybe you just think it's in the wrong key!"
"Hello."
Kori had somehow come up nearby Rayne, and had an indifferent look on her face, if not plain downright annoyed, even though there was nothing to be annoyed about.
Rayne narrowed her eyes at her friend suspiciously, but just a little bit.
"Hello," she replied, a suspicious tone laced with her words, and then said, as if she had something to hide, "What do you want?"
The redhead snapped back. "What do YOU want!"
"Life!" Rayne cried out, then she said quieter, "No, I want love. TO STROKE ROBIN'S HAIR! I would rather grow old with someone special to me. I WANT-"
Interrupting her, Kori said, "Fine!"
Rayne just shook her also red hair. She murmured, as she walked along, "It has to be in C. No, there's a sharp in there. It's an accidental!"
To understand something as complex as the female brain is to be like God, so, obviously, even we females have no clue what the heck is going on. To make things simpler and to explain things that are unexplainable we have people who we call scientists. The purpose of a scientist is to be someone who examines bodily functions and, even though they do not understand them themselves, name them with names so capacious that no one really understands them, and make a big name for themselves.
One of the things that scientists have named is what we, as girls, call Aunt Flow, the Vampire, Clifford the Big Red Dog, or, among many others, our period. So since these scientists are not like God and cannot understand that one thing that is so complex; the female brain, they call it the menstrual cycle. And something that happens during this time is something they call Post Menstrual Stress, or PMS, which changes any girl's personality to be so strange that they may not even be recognized to those close to them.
And when I say strange, I mean STRANGE.
"Vesta!" cried a voice with an English accent from the inside of Vesta's cell phone, "I can't find my bloody notebook! I am so gonna kill it the moment I get my hands on it!"
"Oh," Vesta replied, kind of thrown by the immediate, erm, opening to their conversation, "As long as you're awake. Are you still going to come to play football with us this morning?"
There was a pause on the other line. Then Winter said, "English or American?"
Vesta shook her head. "American. I don't think Vic likes soccer all that much."
A few mumbles could be heard, sounding a lot like a threat to Victor's life, then the girl on the other line said, "All right, but I'll get back at you if it sucks.. I have to go find my notebook, though, so I'll talk to you later."
"Bye," Vesta said in a bored tone, hanging up her phone, only to dial more numbers in it to begin her long stream of telephone calls she had to make. The next one was to Emily, and the girl picked it up on the second ring.
"Hey Em, it's me, Vesta."
The voice on the other line sort of sniffled. "Okay," she replied meekly.
"So-o-o," Vesta probed her friend, "Are you awake and ready to play football?"
The dirty blonde haired girl could just imagine, based on what she was hearing, how Emily looked. Her lip was probably quivering before she replied quietly, "If you want me to."
"Do think you could call up Gar for me and make sure he's awake and coming? I'll take care of everybody else."
"I…guess I could," Emily said. She seemed wistful, among quiet and other things such as somber and submissive, "But they probably don't want to hear from me."
Vesta suddenly felt the weight and the woe of her friend and wanted to help her, so she did her best in comforting her. "It's okay, Emily, of course they like you. Just come over to my dorm when you're done and we'll all walk together."
"You don't want to walk with me."
"Stop putting your self down," Vesta commanded, "And just call Gar and come back here. All right? I'll talk to you later then."
"You won't."
"Bye."
Emily hung up the phone.
A few phone calls and about forty-five minutes later, the twelve of them stood on the dewy field, Victor holding under his right arm the leather football and told – or, better put, shouted – everyone what to do. Not in a mean way of course, he simply said that, if everyone played that there would be two teams of six, which was immediately nixed as a few girls, namely Raven, Betty, Emily, and Rayne all walked off the field and sat down without a word.
"Betty," Gar called, "Aren't you going to play?"
Betty hung her head and slouched her shoulders. "No," she said with sorrow, "It isn't like I'd help out a team anyway."
Everyone else out in the middle of the stadium sized field just stared, open mouthed, at the black girl as she went to go sit with Raven, Emily, and Rayne on the bleachers.
Well since an even number of people, the remaining; Victor, Garfield, Dick, Speedy, Winter, Vesta, Kori, and Achilles, all split up onto two teams, trying to even out as much as possible.
So while Victor, Speedy, Winter, and Achilles went to one side of the field and Dick, Garfield, Vesta, and Kori went to the other, Raven seemed to have snapped.
"So-o-o-o-o-o, then he said, 'Raven you shouldn't worry so much,' and I was thinking, 'Dude, I don't worry,' but then I got really pissed off 'cause he assumed I was worried and also because I'd been spending so much time with him that I was actually THINKING the word 'dude' and then I glared at him and he stopped hugging me."
The violet haired girl was speaking at an unconventional speed, having started her speech almost the moment they had sat down on the top row of the bleachers. She was recollecting and sharing the details of a dream she'd had just the other night and, so strangely, all of them were dressed up differently in spandex-like clothing and they were on a space ship with, as she called him, some big, blue, muscular guy.
Emily and Betty had looks on their faces that could indicate that they were about to cry, though neither of them did, and Rayne was looking at the darker girl with crazy eyes.
"Where did you hear that!" she said with a voice that matched her expression.
Raven replied as if Rayne had asked a terribly stupid question and she was dismissing it. "Weren't you listening? It was a dream."
The redhead's green eyes went wild, looking around quickly as if someone might be watching and see them.
Emily sniffled, turning all attention to herself. "Well," she said sadly, "Not that anyone cares what I say or anything, but they started the game."
On the field…
Vesta stuck her tongue out at Winter from across the expanse. Winter grew enraged and silently decided that her dignity would be avenged. Vesta would not go unpunished.
Victor was telling them all the game plan; drawing little red arrows on a dry erase board which had seemed to appear out of no where and assigning them to each player. Winter spaced out and tried to devise an evil plan for the death of her notebook when it came home. (Always remembering to add in somewhere that she would have to copy all of her notes out of it first)
"So Winter," Victor was saying to her when she came back from LaLa land, "You got all that?"
She squinted her eyes to see if she could make sense of the figures on the board but after a moment just shook her head and said, "No… Not really."
Speedy, speaking for the first time that Winter could remember today, said in exasperation, "You have got to be kidding me."
The girl sprang up, righteous fury bubbling up inside her. "Would you like to say that again?" she said dangerously, "Because I'd be more than happy to add you to my hit list."
Question marks would have appeared over the heads of Achilles, Speedy, and Victor had this been animated.
"Wait," Achilles said monotonously, "You have a hit list?"
She grinned. "I do now!" the smile went away as she said, "And if you ever try to find it I'll tear your throat out."
The shaggy black haired teen replied with a shrug, "I don't care. Hit lists are pointless. We have a brain for memory, you know."
Speedy looked at Victor in annoyance, coming back to the original topic. "So what are we gonna do about the chic?"
The 'chic' fumed, but Vic didn't seem too worried. He turned to her.
"So can you just block Gar?" he asked, "You know how to, right?"
Keeping her teeth gritted she replied, "Of course. Just get me some wood." (okay. If you didn't get that I'm fine with that; it's kind of an inside joke)
Vesta stood right next to the touchdown line, holding the football in her hands. She moved it from hand to hand; watching the rest of her friends tackle each other for what they thought was this very ball, not seeing her standing there.
"You know," she wondered aloud, "I could really go for some macaroni and cheese right now."
Winter must have heard her say that, because she turned from the small group of people fighting and charged towards Vesta in fury. Normally she would have come over jokingly and knocked the ball out of her friend's hands as if it were a joke but right now she had vengeance to serve on a platter with bacon and French fried potatoes.
Vesta gasped in delight, not even noticing Winter coming at her with a lot of speed, and said lightly, "Beef jerky…Sounds really good."
At this moment, Winter would have probably beaten Vesta to the ground. Unfortunately fortune was on Vesta's side, and Kori was in a really bad mood, which is very good when you're playing tackle football. She tackled Winter right over, getting the attention of the rest of the two teams.
"GET VESTA," Dick called out, and he and Garfield ran towards her to try and tackle her before she could move over the touchline.
She seemed to notice this as well, and grinned, stepping over the white coloured grass. However it was too late, as Vic's watch, set to go off at the end of the time for the play, beeped.
"If you don't take some Midol then I'm going to shove it down your throat!" Winter said, pushing Kori away when she attempted to ask if the blonde and red headed teen would be all right.
Winter dragged herself to the bleachers, her knee killing her slightly.
"I should rip it to shreds for what it did to me. It doesn't deserve to see another game." She murmured, stepping up to where the other girls were sitting, watching Raven speak animatedly. Winter looked at her, wondering what was going on. Raven just doesn't talk with emotion, and that's a fact.
"Hi guys," she said, pulling an aspirin from Rayne's purse which sat on the bleachers and swallowing it, "What's up?"
Rayne looked up at the blonde and red haired teen from her seated position with big, frightened eyes. "You left your notebook with me last night. It was calling me while I slept, but I threw it under my bed to keep it away."
Winter's eyes glowed. "Is it still there?"
"I hope so," Rayne looked a little squeamish.
Before anyone else could say anything, Winter ran away towards the school.
Rayne blinked and shook her head to clear it. "I hope Kitten locked the room when she left," she noted, watching Winter disappear, "For the notebook's sake."
Victor had just pronounced that his team had won.
"But you remember that awesome touchdown I made," Vesta reminded the big African American.
"You're just jealous," Kori snapped, and would have probably said more had not Dick pulled her away.
"Well actually it doesn't count," Victor said, tallying up the score WITHOUT Vesta's final touchdown, "Because it was after the timer ended. Which means that we win."
Achilles moved so that he was standing right beside the dirty blonde haired girl and pointed to her. "Ha, ha, ha. You lost."
Vesta just pouted a little bit. "Stupid UN-bishi."
Eight reviews! I'm really happy. I like reviews. Let's see if I can hit eight again for this chapter… or more would be nice. Hehe.
Golden-Sama: heh. I hope you didn't wait too long for that last chapter. I hated it to the high heavens. Or at least somewhere around there. Hehe… Yes, she did get stranded, and I have it in my book bag right this minute – sitting beside me and just waiting for the right moment to become free so that I may watch it and be like, YAY! ROBSTAR Lol. I'm wondering whether or not I want to see spoilers for 'the end' yet. I'm really teetering because the first one came out yesterday in Canada and should be all over the net within the day and I don't know whether I want to ruin it for myself or not… Okay, I think I will. I'm going to go look at TVtome as soon as I'm finished answering these reviews and writing the café scene. See, I write my chapters way out of order. And at the last minute. It's Thursday morning right now so I'm kind of late, but not as late as I usually am.
Tidus'luvr: Okiedokies. I hope you liked this chapter. And I promise you won't have quite as many cheesy bishi lines anymore. Okay? Okay. It's fourth period and I am dying to go look at 'the end' spoilers so I'll tell you what I see if I do see anything. Bloody Carissa. She should be impeached! Impeared! Imbananad! And, um, all that jazz?
Rose: No, Twig isn't from Troq; in Betrothed, when Blackfire first introduces Starfire to her husband to be it shows this one bishi-looking buy with long red hair and, though I don't know how, his name is Twig.
Queen-of-Azarath: It's okay that you were confused; I was very disappointed in the last chapter. So to explain: in the chapter BEFORE that, when Dick asked Victor to help him on a 'treasure hunt,' Vic quickly thought of an excuse so that he wouldn't have to help him and break 'the (master) plan.' And that excuse was that he had a date, and the first person he thought of was Betty to be the person he went out on a date with. When Dick asked them about it in THIS chapter, Betty soon figured it out and went along with it… Or something like that. I'm only the writer. I don't pretend to understand anything. Lol.
serlgee: yep, I like InuYasha a lotses. I haven't seen a lot of the series because I can't download any anime from the internet like I used to last year, but I buy the manga (so far I only have the first two books… heh heh) and I occasionally watch the adult swim version. And yes, I didn't like birthmark all that much either. Though someone (on this site, in a review for this story, actually) told me something about that episode that made it all worthwhile. BB, near the end, gets really starry eyed at Rae and when he's running behind her with the ice cream he has big hearts in his eyes. So yeah. I only watch it for that part. :-d
Gubba-Gubba: I'm hoping that 'wow' is a good thing. Lol. Thanks for reviewing though. Have a donut. hands donut And drink some green tea while your at it hands green tea…. And you know what else? … Neither do I. Hehe. That was really random.
QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED IN YOUR REVIEW:
1. Why are the boys in all of the internal couplings (i.e. star and rob, bb and rae, even bb and terra for all its worth!) shorter than the girls?
2. What is the Holocaust?
3. If you could live anywhere? Where would you live?
4. Go to titanstower dot com, go to the animated site. And on the homepage, look at the last picture VERY carefully. Record your reaction.
5. And how does that make you feel?
BONUS: How do you honestly think, based on how TT functions and Stranded, that Beast Boy and Raven will get together?
note- I have bad news. My friend lost the presidential election at our school. Yeah, we do our elections at the end of the year for the upcoming year instead of at the beginning, but I guess that's life. We should all go on strike. Or at least get adequately angry. Alright, all together now: "GET CARISSA AND DANNY IMPEACHED!" Okay, so Carissa isn't nearly as bad as Danny, but dude! Caitlyn still should have won; she at least knows what she's doing! And what's even worse, she was sick today so she won't find out yet. Oh dear. I'll have to go tell her myself so she doesn't hear it from word of mouth. Well, anyways, next update on June 2.
Sneaky Peaky: "Chapter Eleven"
Um, I don't know how to give you a sneak peak to this chapter. McDonalds? A little BBRae? Some jazz? Maybe that flying elephant that I previously promised but did not see through to? shrugs Who knows?