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'... Plus you know what? I would put that short chick from the last chapter in there! I know it would annoy Richie but you know what? That's based of a real person I can't stand so I want her gone!
My Claimer: Want a good idea of how each character would look if the popped out of the television (I know I sure as hell would! Not to mention that'd be wicked...cartoons coming out of the television...OH SWEET IS THAT!)
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)
Okay I know I say my writing sucks...and well I think it does. I have a lot of other stories that go into much more detail and more in depth...but basically I'm my own worst critic...even when I'm playing my guitar or cooking...yea...
I LOVE reviews, you don't know how happy it makes me to read onor looking at my story on the site and finding out I got another review..It makes me feel so freakin' special
Me: Don't even start Wry!
Anyway, thanks again!
Warnings: Self-Injury (SI), Slash, Abuse, all that good shit.
Reviews...I love them what can I say...then again I also love sushi and being a pot head (cut to scene where I'm playing with pots and pans...putting a pot on my head, officially making myself a pot head)
D.E. Lewis: Thanks for the review! I know I really need to learn to space up my paragraphs, but the only I'll normally do that is when it's a change of who's perception I'm switching too...I've actually been told many time but I just don't learn (Each of my personalities slap my hand at this...Wry however using a whip...) But in my actual STORIES I've written that are near 300 pages long I have broken up the paragraphs, but for some reason I just can't make the connection between a shorted story and a novel...oh well
SnakeMistress: You should meet my little sister...She's obsessed with snakes..She was holding one over the summer a long time ago (it was a garden snake) and she was holding it so tight that it's eyes were bugging out! Cruel, but so hilarious!...maybe not that hilarious but I thought it was...anyway. Thanks for the review too! (I break out doing happy dance)
...Maybe Virgil should cheer Richie up (quickly writes scene...Let's just say it includes Virgil, Richie...and a hot tub...BWUAHHAAA THE SUSPENSE!) Lol.
mo: Hmm...I never really thought about it that way...Thanks! And I personally think all cartoons are too censored. Except for Stripperella. That was just odd as all hell..moving on! I'm glad and not so glad that it 'hurt' for you to read some of the first chapter. I'm writing from personal experience. Well most of it some of it just comes from the depths of my sick and twisted mind. Or can it even be considered a mind anymore...Oh well, getting back to point. If I write a story or even a song that makes someone feel something that strikes a bell, I feel accomplished. Because after all that is the main goal of writing a story like this- To show people what can go on. But I'm also disheartened by making you feel that. I mean a writer doesn't want a reader to feel un comfortable or that their story is hitting to close to home if that doesn't work for the reader (it might for you, I don't know). You know what I'm just going to stop rambling right now because I am making no sense what so ever. Anyway thanks for the review, as always their very much appreciated!
Oh and does anyone want a hint as to what's coming? Well (nervous laughter) Richie's birthday is coming up but it's not going to be what it's planned to! And I should shut up now other wise I'll give EVERYTHING away.
Now to the story!
Richie stared up at his ceiling. It was one of those pop-corned ceilings that were just a little bit to cheezy for his tastes. Then again it was like ever since him and his 'family' moved into the house when he was six. He was really should be asleep right now. It was sometime after midnight. Though he was coming used to the fatigue. He's dealt with getting only a few hours of sleep for a good three months now. But that doesn't mean he still doesn't enjoy getting a good night's sleep.
Richie let out a small sigh, turning over onto his right side. He could now clearly see through the window. It was dark outside, with a bright full moon. The trees that were scattered in his backyard were the only things that were green. The grass had long since died and become a pale brown. If it was darker though the grass would match the bark of the numerous large oak trees. When he was a little kid, there was a tire swing underneath the largest one. It had been taken down last year. It was odd watching the swing being taken down. Almost like it was taking away a small part of his child hood. He had spent so much time on it. Just swinging. Back then he was fully content with that. Just staying outside all day without a car in the world. Times have definitely changed. Now he's got to worry about school, home life, the fact that he's getting to the age where he should get a job and of course...the typical teenage drama. Though he had more drama then what was needed.
Richie turned over again, this time away from the window and to the direction of his door. This was the same thing he did every night. Tossing and turning, not being able to sleep. An idea then popped into his head. When he had cut himself this morning he felt tired after...maybe if he did it again he would sleep. The idea appealed to him. Being able to stay awake during class and learn what he needed to pass his tests.
Richie got up from his bed and quietly walked out of his room and to the bathroom that was down the hall. His father wasn't home yet, so he didn't' know why he was quiet. Maybe he didn't want himself to know what he was doing. Almost like if he didn't hear it, despite he was seeing it, he wasn't the one doing it. The other half of him was.
Richie got into the bathroom and flicked on the light. It was a bright neon one that made him squint. Despite the surgeon's light he opened the medicine cabinet. He knew for a fact that his dad used only the older style of razor. The ones that were called 'safety' razors and had one long strip only, then a small plastic covering over it. He just looked over the cabinet with his eyes before spotting about four or five lying on the bottom shelf behind a tube of tooth paste. His father wouldn't be able to tell if one was gone. So Richie took one. He took one and slipped the cardboard cover that was over it off. He then shut the medicine cabinet, flipped off the light and walked back to his room. Silent again. Once he was in his room he shut the door without making a noise and locked it, then walked over to his bed. Richie sat down on the bed cross-legged, with the razor in the small space his legs had created. He didn't know how he was going to get the actual razor out, but he saw his dinner plate on the bedside table. He could use the steak knife to pop off the plastic top, then the razor blade should come right out. So that's what he did, picked up the steak knife and began to peal off the thick white plastic covering over the blade. It was easy enough. He got the tip of the knife in the small space between the razor and the plastic bump, then just lifted up on the knife. He had managed to get the plastic part off but in the process broke off the end of the steak knife. Richie stared with small amazement down to the broken steak knife. Apparently he had more strength then he though. Forgetting the knife and going back to the razor, he picked it up off of the two pegs that had held it still attached to the white handle of the razor. It had fell onto the comforter of his bed and he stared at it for a moment. The knife was still in his right hand and the remains of the plastic razor in his left. There the razor was. Just lying on the blue comforter. It was a great contrast and the paper light razor didn't even make the fabric scrunch under it's minute weight.
Richie put the razor remains into his trash bin which was next to his bed and put the knife back onto the dinner plate. He then without another thought picked up the razor and did what he was starting to grow fond of.
Richie woke up to the sound of someone tapping on his window. Which only meant one person. Virgil. Richie, who thankfully had his back to the window opened his eyes lethargically. It was two in the afternoon. His blue eyes bugged out slightly at the notion of it being this late and almost sprang up from his bed. But his noticed his sleeve was rolled up, showing off his blood-stained arm. He rolled down his sleeve and discreetly put the razor under his pillow, then moved the comforter to hid the blood stained sheet. He then turned around and looked at Virgil. There he was, skillfully balancing on the trilliaceae that was outside his window. He was in a sense risking his life just to see him. Even though that wasn't what Virgil was directly doing, it made Richie feel a smidgen happier. If that was possible now.
Richie opened his window and Virgil climbed in.
"Man can you sleep like a log." Virgil said, sitting down on Richie's bed across from the room's owner. Richie nodded and shut the window.
"I guess so." He said, then rubbed his eyes with his right hand.
"Anyway, I just came by to ask if you wanted to go to the movies." He said. Richie, who was still tired just gave a nod.
"Why didn't you just call?" He asked, slightly embarrassed the Virgil woke him up in the manner that he did.
"I did. Twice, anyway if you don't want to go that's cool, I'll ask Daisy." Virgil said off handly. Richie's eye involuntarily twitched at that, but Virgil didn't notice.
"No I'll go, just give me like ten minutes." Richie said quickly. Virgil raised his eyebrow and then just nodded. Richie got up off his bed and quickly grabbed some clean clothes.
"Wait- Did you see my dad's car or not?" Richie asked suddenly, looking up from a pile of shirts.
"No, he's not home. That's why I came up to your window." Virgil said. Richie mentally let out a sigh of relief and grabbed his clean clothes then looked at Virgil expectantly.
"Do you mind?" He asked. Virgil who seemed to snap out of his thoughts just nodded and left the room. Not even asking a question when the door clicked from being un-locked as he exited.
Richie and Virgil exited the movie theater, enthusiastically talking about the movie they had just seen. That was it. There had been no other conversation and it appealed to Richie. No talk of school, not talk of families and no talk of daisy. That was one of the most appealing things of the day. But he just had to jinx it. Because the minute he silently thanked the fact that there had been no mention of her, Virgil mentioned her.
"I'll have to take Daisy to see it some other time." Virgil said. Again, Richie involuntarily twitched. Virgil didn't notice that time either because he was looking forward and walking, while Richie was slightly behind him.
"You really like her don't you." Richie said trying his hardest not to sound bitter.
"Yea...I do." Virgil said with a 'dreamy' tone. Richie's mind snickered at that remark and Richie resisted the urge to slap himself across the face. Richie left it at that, but Virgil continued.
"When I was jealous of her hanging around with other guys I knew I had something for her." He said in the same tone. Richie mentally rolled his eyes and just nodded in real life. He wished Virgil would stop talking about her right about...now.