Hello all! Here's another (brief more then likely) chapter from lazy ol' Lethal-chan. I'm not guaranteeing its quality at all, but I thought I'd let you peer into the lives of the SSX world in my head, while I try and decide exactly how things are gonna go in the next few chapters. Oh, and decided on an ending and all that (no worries, I believe in happy endings in case any of you were afraid).
Psymon was glancing back frequently at Luther, a somewhat agitated frown on his face. Eddie was in turn staring at Psymon, wondering how long he should let Psymon look distracted before reminding him that he was driving. And Luther was staring intensely at Eddie, a sort of confused look on his face. Finally, Eddie frowned at coughed, making Psymon look at him.
"Um, Psy, do you think you could like, watch the road while you're driving please?" he asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck and glancing out the front window. Psymon studied him intensely for a moment, glanced back at Luther, and then broke into a wide grin.
"C'mon Eddie, baby, why would I wanna do something like that?" he chuckled, his grin turning evil as he let go of the wheel and balanced on foot on it instead. He laughed uproariously at the horrified look on Eddie's face, and continued laughing when he noticed Luther was as white as a sheet.
"Psymon!" Eddie shrieked in a decidedly un-manly fashion, lunging over the pile of garbage between their seats to try and get the wheel. Psymon just chuckled and grabbed Eddie's wrists, keeping him suspended above the garbage and well out of reach of the steering wheel. For a few moments there was quite a ruckus in the front seat as Eddie tried desperately to get control and Psymon easily fended him off. Suddenly Luther lunged forward.
"Truck!" he bellowed in his gravelly, red-neck voice. Immediately Psymon and Eddie looked out the front window, and in the next second Psymon had the wheel in a firm grip and he turned it quickly, making dodging the on-coming vehicle look surprisingly graceful as he pulled out straight into the proper lane. There was a long moment of silence as Eddie and Luther stared, panting and shaken, at a calm, grinning Psymon. After a moment he glanced at them out of the corner of his eyes.
"I've played a lot of chicken," he said mildly. They nodded mutely, and finally all three stared blankly out the window for the rest of the trip.
Once they arrived at the liquor store, there was a long pause as Psymon glanced over his passengers, who were both still staring blank-faced out the front window.
"So uh, who's goin' in to get the beer?" he asked finally, realizing that neither of them were going to be the first to move. Slowly they both turned to look at them, and then spontaneously popped back into reality with Eddie announcing that he would go get the beer, since he was fairly sure he was the only one with ID. Luther and Psymon protested considerably, before realizing that he was right and sighing in defeat. They watched Eddie leave in silence, and then slowly turned to look at each other.
"All right Luther, I've seen you starin' at Ed the whole way here, so what's up?" Psymon growled, sounding more then a little threatening and frighteningly sane. Luther glared back at him for a moment before grunting and looking out the window.
"Just wonderin' what the 'Fro sees in you." This was followed by another long period of silence as Psymon scrutinized Luther for a long moment in silence.
"You like Fro-boy!" he burst suddenly, jabbing a finger as he launched over his chair so he was a lot closer then Luther ever wanted him, much less now… He glared fiercely, trying to hide his blush.
"Whatchyoutalkin'bout?" he muttered fiercely. Psymon stared for a moment, a wide grin across his face.
"Poor Luther. Too bad, I got him first." This made Luther snap his head back to glare at him.
"And what about you, huh? What do YOU see in him? What makes him so different that you're treating him better then all those damn fangirls of yours?" Luther snarled viciously, leaning forward close enough to actually make Psymon sit back in his seat, although he continued to stare at the enraged and embarrassed Luther.
"I love Eddie."
"…"
"And I have for a very, very long time."
"…"
"The only thing anyone else has ever been for me is something to curb my desires so I don't assault him."
"…"
"Now that I have him, I'm not letting him go. Not now. Not ever."
"How can you be so sure."
"My heart and soul is his. And I plan to make his mine. End of story."
"So, where are these fog machines?" Brodi asked, glancing around the cluttered trailer. Mac gave a little laugh and strode over to his closet, which he kept tightly closed and never put any clothes in (a fact which often made Brodi curious, but whenever he asked Mac just laughed and changed the subject). He swung it open and Brodi felt his jaw drop as an entire DJ set up was revealed, along with massive amounts or records, CDs, fog machines, headphones, strobe lights, headphones, and a large, black box that Mac shoved aside as he quickly began dragging party stuff out of the closet. Brodi watched the frenzy for a moment, before sneaking around Mac and poking curiously at the black box. Almost reflexively, Mac leaned over and scooped the box back into the closet without breaking his stride. Brodi blinked and made a mental note of the reaction before moving to start organizing stuff for easy transport. After a few more frenzied moments, Mac's closet stood considerably more vacant then it had a few minutes ago. Mac, in the time, had exhausted himself, and he stood there, panting and staring in rather disbelief at his now mostly empty closet. Bemused, Brodi strode up behind him and wrapped his arms around Mac's middle.
"Impressive, Grasshopper. What's the black box?" he asked, giving Mac's neck a little kiss and pointing to said box. Mac shivered under Brodi's kiss, and then stared for a moment at the box in question.
"Nothing important," he muttered, turning in Brodi's grip and kissing the taller man on the chin. "Let's hurry up and get this stuff to Marisol before she like, freaks out or something, huh?" Brodi watched him for a moment before slowly nodding, deciding that it would probably be best to leave his young love alone for the time being, despite his remarkable downturn in mood.
"Alright then, what should we start with?"
Marisol was pleased. In fact, Marisol was more then pleased. Everyone had returned with their decorations really quickly, and even that bitch Elise had been nice about helping get things set up, even going so far as to back Marisol up when the management protested. Marisol was almost willing to change her opinion of the other boarder.
"Hey Marisol, I know you think your ass is nice to look at, but how about coming down so we can get the last of these bulbs changed, huh?"
Emphasis on the 'almost' part of that sentence. Marisol heaved a sigh and cast a tired look over her shoulder at Elise.
"Such language…" she muttered, climbing down and watching Moby and Zoë move the ladder and JP put the last three coloured bulbs up. After the ladder had been put away, there was a long moment of silence as the group surveyed the lobby-turned-club. The silence remained until JP let out a low whistle.
"It kills me to admit it Marisol, but this was a really cool idea," Elise said, staring at all the DJ equipment Mac had surprised them with.
"Bloody good show lass!" Moby stated cheerily, clapping a hand on Marisol's shoulder and surprising her with a bear hug. Marisol couldn't help but notice the jealous look from a certain boarder in the room, and she played up the hug just a little, making a show of hugging him back and giving him just a little kiss on the cheek. This obviously made Moby a little nervous, and he was quick to put her down, but Marisol thought it was more then worth it to watch the other boarder squirm, and she chuckled under her breath and made note of the reaction for later use.
"Now! Let's say we get this party started!" she shouted, pumping a fist in the air.
"Don't forget the beer!" Psymon cheered, as he and Luther burst through the door, arms over each other all friendly like. There was a moment of staring, during which Eddie slipped into the room unnoticed. Then a loud cheer as music began pumping through the speakers and beer was quickly handed out among those who were legal. The party had started.
Yay! Next chapter! Honestly though, this chapter kinda scares me. And just for ref, I'm not writing about the party. I'm gonna do a summary and then the after affects. So anyways, what do y'all think so far? Interested at all in where this is going? I know I am…
Alright, yeah, you should be worried now… especially since I'm the one writing it.