Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock, because if I did I would probably make my 'Charlie' character real and put her in there, then I would confirm the idea that Richie and Virgil do, in fact , have a 'thing' for each other. Also there would be some changes. Static Shock is too damn censored, it would be more 'real'.

My Claimer: I don't mean any offense by using 'My god' Or using the name to emphasize a point, I myself am a confused prodstant, who is seriously doubting the big guy up there...

FYI some characters may not seem exactly as how the are portrayed on the show, for I write them how I envision them in my mind

Wry: Yea, your pretty fd up mind!

Me: holds pillow over Wry's face SHUT UP MY STUPID CYNICAL PERSONALITY!

ahem Sorry, kinda on a major sugar rush here. SO yea, characters may seem just a little out of place, but it's meant to be that way. I personally think I give them more human qualitites...Oh and someone e-mailed me awhile ago asking how I envision each character as a real person. Well here you go (and I'm using people that are on t.v. shows/movies/ or a musicians...it's easier.:

Virgil: A younger Lenny Cravitz (don't ask, that's what first popped into my head)/ or Julito McCullum

Richie: Aaron Carter (Lmfao, I'm sorry that's what first came to mind...not to mention if Richie were a real person not an animation, that would be him)

Daisy: A cross between Cassy Steel and Andrea Lewis...having mostly Andrea Lewis qualities. (the only thing of Cassy's is Daisy's small size)

I'll talk about later characters later on...like I might introduce an Personal Character of my own (totally opposite from my Cruel Irony story...which sucks anyway). And this character might have an big influencal role later on...much later on. This story should be about 30-35 chapters long...each chapter being about only 2 computer print out pages really...oh well...that's probably what? 4-6 book pages?

Warnings: Self-Injury (SI), Slash, Abuse, all that good shit.

Reviews...in a sing songy voice My blubbery minions are content with four reviews...however dramatic sentence hanging:

Karin Anna: Thanks for the review. And for now my blubbery minions will stay at bay glances to blubbery minions who are currently eating hot dogs and sour cream..."I want some..But wait, must answer review first!". And here's a link to find where to get the word 'weird' in Japanese. http:poets.notredame.ac.jp/cgi-bin/jedi all the words on there just looked like a bunch of symbols to my computer, so better luck!

Sailor Vegeta: Thanks for the second review, oh so much appreciated! And yes it was slightly humorous. Probably because my sugar high started to kick in towards the end..FUN! And I guess it was kind of disturbing, but I'm still building the foundation for father on in the story so...yeaa...

Crazy Chick: Ah, yes. I believe you and I could be friends if we actually knew each other. From your review you act a lot like me...only instead of real people I have little imaginary dust bunny's following me..THEY WANT TO KILL ME! shrieks

Milly: slaps Charlie Get a hold of yourself!

Charlie: rubs face DON'T MAKE ME SEND MY BLUBBERY MINIONS AFTER YOU!

Ehh sorry about that Milly is my more sensible personality and Charlie is the positively nutty one clears throat. Anyway thanks a lot for the review and the praise, very much appreciated...oh and thanks for the brain blast that Virgil wasn't really going on to a date date...it was going to be but upon reading your review I got a major blast..WHICH ALSO GOT RID OF MY WRITER'S BLOCK...YES!

Shishi-San: Okay, I say this every time. Thank you so much for the reviews...I like 4 reviews per-chapter...it keeps my blubbery minions happy...Though the do eat a lot sigh. Anyway, Thanks for umm...I guess there called compliments (and I can't find a better word, even though I know words like Boisterous and Haggard sigh) Anyway ahem...I know Richie should stop smoking, but...I dunno...I guess another way to tie me into the characters (I do that in nearly all my stories, because it's slightly more 'interesting' for me to write, and for the readers to read AND REVIEW (sorry had to put that in ). But yea, maybe I'll buy him and myself a box of nicotine patches

ONTO THE STORY:

Oh yea, what would you guys call Richie's boots? I have no clue what their called...

Virgil sat on Daisy's sofa while she was in the kitchen getting some drinks and snacks. He had to admit it her place was nice. It was a average house on the outside, but was decorated with many artifacts inside. Things like Tiki's were on the wall as well as some standing up on the floor, as well as tribal paintings on the walls in frames. It didn't look much like Daisy's house, then again he had only see the living room. He hadn't seen her room or anything. He had to admit it, he kind of hoped one day he would, but that would come later. After what was going to be discussed right now. Richie's birthday was coming up in three weeks and Virgil wanted to do something for his best friends 'Sweet' 16.

Daisy came out of the kitchen a slightly full tray balanced on her hands. Virgil shot up from the couch and took it from Daisy's hands and carried it for her. He heard a small laugh followed by a thanks, to which he replied with a welcome. He placed the tray on the coffee table then sat back down on the couch as Daisy did the same.

"Okay I got chips, dip and juice. Really the only things left in the fridge, we have to go food shopping later." She said off handily, taking one glass of the orange juice. Virgil nodded. It was good. That meant he would be able to leave sooner probably. Which was definitely good. As much as Virgil hated to admit it, Richieor Gearreally couldn't fight against bang babies...he just had gadgets, nothing that could truly save him if he were by himself. Virgil bite absentmindedly on his lower lip.
"Something wrong Virgil?" Daisy asked. Virgil snapped out of his quick thoughts and shook his head.

"No, just thinking. What do you think we should do for him though?" Virgil asked, drawing a total blank at to how to 'plan' a party.

"Well probally something technological"

"No industrial music." Virgil said with finality. Daisy gave a small laugh, and Virgil cracked a minute smile.

"That's fine by me. But that would be to lame. What else do you think we could weave into it?" She said, taking a carrot from the tray and popping it into her mouth.

"This sounds really bad, but I don't know. He's grown out of his dinosaur phaser I'm sure though.." He said, gesturing to the old party plates that Daisy had used to bring the snakes out on. Daisy let out a small laugh, then she seemed to have an idea.

"That's it, we can do like a remembrance type of party. Like things from our childhood, you know how much Richie likes reminiscing." Daisy said. Virgil blinked a few times before nodding.

"That works." He said.

Richie was out patrolling, finding himself more then extremely bored. He was just cruising around in the air on his jet boots, not really patrolling. Just zooming around, reading backpack's incoming signals for anything major. So far it was just about some petty theft, nothing that needed a meta-human's help. Quite a few cases of stolen gas and some cars parking in the wrong places. Nothing major. Richie let out a sigh and decided to go back to the gas station and work on his homework.

Richie flipped through the thin science book, trying to find the answer to question number eight. How many miles away is the nearest star? How far away is it compared to the sun? Really a simple middle school question, but he found himself drawing a blank. He knew he knew it, he just didn't feel like searching into his brain for the answer when he could just flip a few pages and find it.

"Ah-ha.." He said finding the answer, and quickly jotting it down in his messy, yet net print.

"Hey there's a gas station up there!" A voice said from outside. Richie jumped up in his chair and looked out the window. Two girls were approaching the old gas station.

"It's abandoned Delia!" The other girl answered, exasperated.

"But look Randi there's a guy in there!" The first girl, Delia shouted. Richie let out an tired sigh and banged his head against the desk before returning to work.

"So what, probably just a homeless guy." The other girl, Randi, said. God could they talk loud or what.

"Can we just ask him if he knows where the club is?" 'Delia' asked.

"Knock yourself out." Randi said. The other girl must of done just that. Because soon he heard footsteps in front of him. Richie looked up from his homework and started at the very petite girl. She couldn't have been taller then 5'1 and had long, brown curly hair.

"See Randi, he's not a bum!" The girl shouted. Richie slightly winched, rubbing his ear. The girl in front of him chomped away at her gum again, before talking.

"Do you know where clubRandi what's the club called?" The girl whined. Richie was extremely close to drilling out his ear drums. Her voice was an annoying boston accent, her r's not pronounced at all.

"It's called Bar Black Delia." The other girl said, coming up besides the other. Unlike the other one, this one was much taller and paler. She was also wearing baggy clothes, where as the other one looked like she was wearing spandex.

"Right, do you know where Bar Black is?" The girl asked, chomping away at her gum again. Richie blinked.

"Try main street, follow that road and when you come to the intersection take a right and then just keep walking straight." He said, gesturing out the window. The girl smiled.

"Thanks!" She said and walked off, while the other girl stayed there. After the other girl was out the door, the second girl let out a strangled moan.

"Please tell me there's ear plugs somewhere around here, if I have to hear her whine one more time about her heals I will shoot her!" She said, then looked at Richie almost pleadingly. Richie cracked a very small smile and shook his head.

"Sorry." He said. The girl groaned again and followed after the shorter girl. Richie shook his head to himself and continued working on his homework. It wasn't long that he was working though before Virgil came in.

"Hey Richie, what are you doing here?" Virgil asked, coming in and sitting on the small torn up sofa that was on the wall opposing Richie's desk.

"Nothing was happening, so I figured I just do my homework. Besides if anything major comes up, I'll know." Richie said, tapping his brain. Virgil nodded.

"Okay..." He said, letting the sentence hang, not really sure what else to say.

"So...have fun with Daisy?" Richie asked, switching from the science homework to the one page English essay he was supposed to write.

"Fine, we just mostly stayed at her place and talked." Virgil said. Richie felt something then. It was almost like he was jealous about Virgil and Daisy being togetherunder the same roofand alone. I mean, sure he did the same thing with Virgil, but that was different. They were just friends (as Richie had to remind himself numerous times) but Virgil liked Daisy. And for some reason, that made Richie feel like his chest had liquified and sloshed down to the soles of his shoes. He didn't know why he was feeling this way after all. They were only friends. Though Richie had a feeling that he, himself, wanted something more. He knew it wasn't right at all. It was nearly un-heard of in this city. A gay teenage couple, much less an inter-racial one. Not that he thought any of that matter like his dear old father, it's just. What would people think? Would they look at him differently when he walked down the halls at school? When he was around Virgil? Yes, chances are they would. And he didn't want to risk losing a friend. The only one he had more importantly. His chest however, was still sloshing around in his shoes.