Disclaimer: I don't own Static Shock, because if I did then I would confirm the idea that Richie and Virgil do, in fact , have a 'thing' for each other...plus I would do some other things to the show to make it more to my likeing (wink)

My Claimer: The Characters look like:

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)

Warnings: Self-Injury (SI), Slash, Abuse, all that good shit also Language. Oh and this chapter might be a little more on the sucky side then normally because I just bought a life down at Wal-Mart ( I snuck in hehe) so it's keeping me kinda busy. That's also why it took me a while to get this chapter up...that and the ever so annoying WRITER'S BLOCK!...Those genius people should really make a cure for that-- HEY MAYBE I'LL MAKE RICHIE MAKE ONE!

Wry: Shut the fuck up, your rambling.

Me: (looks ashamed and slumps down in computer chair) I was only trying to put in a filler...

Wry: Like they care, just write.

Me: (Gives Wry an Evil glare and writes.)

(Charlie pops up and starts beating Wry over the head with a frozen waffle... Let's just say that by the time she was done it was strawberry coloured :-) )

Reviews...I have a review fetish I also have a hot finnish guy fetish (drools over The 69 Eyes. Their all so god damn hot! (Drool drips from chin) WHY DO ALL THE HOT ONES HAVE TO BE FROM FINNLAND OR GAY? WHY?)

Snake Mistress:...THE EVIL BALL BITS OF DEATH! Especially the ones that used to have at The King of Burgers (Burger King). (Pulls ball out of shoe) God damn it, I still havn't gotten rid of all of them! (sigh)...great...And did the spying really help? Is Virgil's ego finally deflating? More importantly why am I asking questions I already know the answer to?...Hmm.

p.s. incase you guys don't get it, Richie fell out of his bed at the line "he felt a small feeling in the pit of his stomach before he fell into dreamland. " Hense as to why I put "fell into dreamland" vs. something else. Also that's why he "fell" asleep. He got knocked on the head...geez I abuse him so much :-P

dadsnavygirl831: Thanks for the review! I really abust Richie don't I...Poor baby (hugs imaginary Richie too). And as for Virgil...well GRR (strangles imaginary Virgil) YOU STUPID IDIOT! LOOK HARDER YOU DUMB F (censored) K.

Don't you just hate those damnable censors! I really got to get a shirt that says "They tried to Censor me...But I wore out the bleeper!". Ha...I gotta look for that!

Emily: Thanks for the review! E-mail? WHERE'S THE E-MAIL!. Gah! I love e-mail (hugs e-mail...even though you can't I found out a way to!) I looked through all my folder's but didn't find an e-mail...I'll look again...Nope not there. :'-(.

Megagirl14045: Thank you! I will. See a pretty 6th chapter just for you! lol.

CHEAK OUT "THE 69 EYES" THEY KICK ASS!

Story:

'Don't cry you stupid fuck! Don't fucking cry you god damn weak low life!' his mind berated, repeating the harsh statement over and over again. Just like every single blow that his father got. Yet he sat on the ground, not doing anything. He could feel the kicks that he was receiving, oh yes. As a matter of fact that pain was nearly un-bearable and he felt near crying. Hence why the harsh line repeated over and over again in his head. That's all he heard though. He didn't really hear the insults his father was yelling at him, only the lines that were being repeated numerous times.

His father must of kicked him in his left arm because it was searing with pain, feeling like someone had just burned the whole surface. Richie bit down on his lip harder, repeating the phrase louder in his head. Truth be told the statement wasn't helping, it was doing quite the opposite. But it was true to him.

He bit his lip harder as the phrase became louder to him inside of his mind.

Richie couldn't move, couldn't feel and could barley blink and breath. He heard something, he didn't know what. It could of been someone pounding at his window again, or him breathing against the sheets. He couldn't decipher which. His head, really the only thing he could feel, hurt to an extent where he wanted to shoot himself if it would stop the ache. He prayed the noise would stop and that he would go back into the numb world of dreaming. He prayed that he would stay there. Even though if he couldn't really feel and you can't feel in dreams, isn't he living a dream? Or would it be classified under a nightmare.

Ouch. That just made his head hurt worse.

Richie managed to figure out how to roll over and bed, and did. His head hurt a little more and he felt a small feeling in the pit of his stomach before he fell into dreamland.

He was staring at the underneath of his bed. He knew that because he could see his shoes and a few books that were covered in shadows. He knew that was the underneath of his bed, but a greater question was how had he ended up on the floor?

Richie coughed, only lightly though because it hurt him to do so. He then rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. What time was it? What day was it? Where was the aspirin? Those were all questions that were coarsing through his still extremely sore mind...

Two Days Later (Saturday)-

Richie didn't want to go. He had weighed the pro's and con's in his head. If he went, it would be fishy (pun intended) that he didn't swim or take off the zip-up sweater he had on. But if he didn't go then it would seem odd- After all he loved swimming. He didn't know what to do. The thoughts in his head were conflicting against one another so much he thought that he would literally split into two separate people. It wasn't an easy choice to make. Even though he hadn't seen Virgil outside of school for a while. That alone was on purpose, but V calling and inviting Richie to the beach was just too nice of a statement. Richie just nodded, then upon realizing that Virgil couldn't see him replied.

"Sure.." He said. On the other end it sounded like Virgil had breathed out a sigh of relief. Richie was pretty sure it was too.

"Okay I'll be there in a half hour, be ready!" Virgil said and clicked the phone off. Richie didn't hang up right away, just sort of held it a inch or two away from his ear while staring ahead. He had just told V he'd go with him...To the beach...And he can't show off half of him. 'Just great. I'm such a stupid fuck I just told Virgil I'd go swimming. What the hell am I supposed to? Call him up and say that I can't go? Oh yea, that'd go over like a fart in church.' Richie bitterly thought. He was so sick of this. So sick of everything in all reality. But it was a sweet gesture on Virgil's part. And if Richie had declined or called back to cancel. It would be extremely rude. As much as Richie hated to admit it, he didn't want to push Virgil that far away.

Richie hung up the phone and lazily rubbed his eyes. Well he said he was going. And he was going to try and enjoy himself. After all, Virgil went out of his way to call Richie up and invite him along. Sure he was already going with Daisy and Freida- but still. It made Richie feel slightly better to know that Virgil had cared enough to ask him to tag along.

Richie looked out the large bay window, waiting for Virgil to pull up. He kept looking for the old beat up Ford, but couldn't find it. Virgil had just gotten his license a while ago and had been saving for a car since he was fourteen, but sadly the old rust bucket was all he could afford- Even with two-hundred dollars from his father.

Richie sighed and looked over at the clock. It was Four in the afternoon already. Virgil was supposed to be there an hour ago.

"Guess he isn't coming..." Richie said sadly as he got up off the couch. It hurt him mentally to know that Virgil hadn't come after all. Even after an hour.

Richie sighed and trudged up the stairs, the duffle bag loosely dangling from his still sore shoulder. That wasn't right. It wasn't right for Virgil to not come. He had never done that before. Then again, times change. Sadly enough.