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 liking (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.

Reviews...you can't just buy them anywhere, they come from special people with no lives. Then again what does that make the author:

(Charlie does funky dance and sings "nama na na nama nama nama nama nama" over and over again.) I have two review pages nama nama nama nama! WHOOT!

SnakeMistress: Thanks for reviewing! But, I didn't steel them, they followed me! XD GAH!. Their so annoying (berates ball that's currently begging for her kiwi) MY KIWI! (holds Kiwi close)...yea...anyway lol, I should say I'm asking those questions for dramatic suspense O.O Good idea...hmm Why does Virgil keep calling Richie? Why was he late? WHY is Virgil's ego so huge! Well I don't even know the answer to that one so...yea...And sorry, but keep on reading...No good reason ..or at least for the first part ...I feel bad for Richie (tear). (Hands imaginary Richie a tub of ice cream) Better?

Imaginary Richie: (Looks at Charlie through sore body and a black eye)...Not even close...I WANT PEPPERMINT!

(Author is blown back from Richie's loud voice. Her hair is wind blown and her eyes are stuck open)...Uhh...Okay I guess I'll go get peppermint (tries to blink)

...I can't find peppermint!

Richie: Gimmie peppermint!

Me:...uhh how about I go and steal Jyrki, Jussi, Timo-Timo, Archzie and Bazie! (the 69 eyes).

Richie: (large smile) Okay, their all mine.

Me: Hell no, I'm just giving myself a reason to go and stalk them! Screw you! (chucks oreo ice cream at Richie and goes off in search of Jyrki and Jussi)

darkbunnie: Thanks for reviewing! Refer to the above dialogue...I'm trying to make up for all my abuse towards him...but...he's umm...snotty?

Richie: (B (censored) H.)

Me: O.O Richie! Watch your language. Now I have a midnight flight so I have to leaving dahhling!

Richie: (incoherent mumbling)

Me: Toodles! Whoot! I'm off to see the 69 eyes!

Red turtle: All I can say is thank you! Oh and I live in New Hampshire (only about a half hour from the Mass. border) And I hate boston accents XD. Un-fortunedently, about half the people in my classes at school talk with them (pulls out hair) GAH! But yea, thanks again. That review meant a lot to me. And yea, I am only 13..though get me in a conversation and I could easily be mistaken for about 40 (sigh). But I think I look about 15 or 16...Even been asked If I was 18 before O.O. But a prodostant is like a mix of catholic and Christian (that's the only way I can think of to describe it.) Though right now I'm kind of in my agnostic state (Agnostic studied a variety of religions but doesn't know if either of them are true) though I do like Buddhism and Wicca. Ah and the glorious teenage angst...I hate it! But yea, un fortundently it's one of my healthier outlets. And I am a lard ass if you look at me, I'm not one of those skinny as hell chicks who starve themselves. This story is amazing? Wow, I just thought of it as something I scribbled down in my free time, considering I have so many other things out that are so much better (just not on this site). And Richie was smoking, because him (clears throat) like me, won't smoke in the house. Even though his father's a smoker, he doesn't' want to give him any reason to think he is. And in this story (back tracking here) I think I can get the teeny-bopper angst crap down because how Richie is-- is kinda like me. Al though not really, my mom just gets piss drunk and passes out. And my dad-- he lives about an hour away...which reminds me I need to 'touch base' again...haven't' talked to him in about two months now...Anyway! Thanks again!

Moonjava: Thankies for the review and the compliments. And as for Richie...I offered to give him ice cream (read reply to Snake Mistress) but he was being a snotty little a (censored) e. F (censored) G Censors! god:-). Anyway, thanks again!

Story: (Now keep in mind I'm stuck on hyper right now so I can't really write a depressing chapter, so I'm going to make it happy (rainbow appears in sky)...Not that happy! (rainbow disappears and bunnies appear) Nope, no bunnies (Bunnies die and their corpses lay around) Yea, that happy!

Readers: ...She's looney..

Author's Personalities: Yea, Charlie's kind of reigning back here. (Everyone looks to see Milly trying to beat up Charlie...but Charlie is winning...Damn her hubcap earrings!)

Story:

Richie couldn't concentrate the next day at church (Gah! The occult!...sorry but I'm scared of church...I mean seriously. Drink the blood of Christ? Isn't drinking blood an occult thing?) he kept zoning out. This was the one thing that him and his family did together and where he was safe from harms way. Though after church they went out for a brunch at a local diner in which chaos would normally erupt. He didn't know if it was the impending fight the was causing him to drift off or the fact that when he called Virgil - Virgil had totally blown him off.

Had Richie done something? He couldn't think so. He was nice on the phone right? He's been civil towards Virgil. So what was wrong?

'Maybe Virgil's just p.m.s-ing.' A voice inside of him said. He quickly shook that off though for fear of becoming legally insane. If he was hearing voice he didn't know what would be next. Yet as soon as he had done that, a part of him was trying to convince himself that he was not looney. What a load of good that good.

Richie shifted his position so as to appear that he was listening to the pastor. When in all reality he couldn't care any less. He tiredly rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he just wanted to go, curl up and sleep for ever. Of course, the more the pastor droned the more that idea appealed to him.

'Just a few minutes of sleep. All I need.' He though but was violently awaken by the sound of a horn. 'What the--'

Richie's eyes flew open and he was surprised to find himself in his living room. For some reason his eyes glanced over to the clock that was on the wall and saw that it was three.

Richie blinked and looking around confusedly. Was church and what happened before a dream? But it just seemed so real.

The horn honked again and without further ado, Richie sprang up from his seat and rushed out of the house after locking the door. Sure enough, Virgil was there with both of the girls. Waiting.

He had come after all.

Freida grabbed Richie by the wrists and tried to pull him up off the blanket. She noticed that he wasn't going to budge, but didn't notice the slight wince that appeared on his face as she tugged. Thankfully enough though Daisy and Virgil were already swimming, so they couldn't of seen.

"Come on Richie, you can't just sit there the whole day." Freida whined, giving up on trying to pull him to his feet.

"I can and I will." Richie said with a small smile. Freida let out a frustrated sigh and stalked off to the shore line where Virgil and Daisy were waiting. Richie however, just sighed and fell back onto the towel, closing his eyes. The sun did feel awfully nice...maybe just a small cat nap. He reasoned that would be fair enough.

"COLD!" Richie shouted, sitting straight up. He looked around and saw Virgil standing right above him- empty pail in his hands.

"Virgil!" Richie shouted and began chasing after his friend. That was not nice! He was sleeping! Virgil had no right to pour FREEZING cold water on him!

Richie and Virgil ran around the beach only a gap of a foot or two between them.

"You just looked so peaceful! And there was the bucket of water. I couldn't resist!" Virgil yelled over to Richie while trying to speed up. Richie just laughed and stopped running, while Virgil kept on going. It was funny. Almost like Virgil was running from the pack of pigmy mummy zombies from the movie The Mummy 2. It was hilarious.

Richie doubled over in laughter at the sight of Virgil still running madly around.

Later -

The fire that was going crackled and each had a stick with a marshmallow attached. Virgil was already munching away on his third s'more, while Richie had only had one as well as the girls. Virgil was really wolfing them down.

"V slow down before you choke." Richie said with a small laugh, taking the stick away from the fire and checking the marshmallow.

"But they are so good!" Virgil said, stuffing the fourth one into his mouth. Daisy was watching transfixed with a look of - amusement and disgust on her face. How could he just stuff it in there and swallow after only a few chews?

Richie laughed to himself and put the marshmallow on the gram-cracker. He then began adding the chocolate and then added the other gram cracker. Officially making a s'more. He took a cautious bite and enjoyed it. It tasted good.

"This was a great idea Daisy." Richie said after swallowing his first bite. Not to mention the fire also helped dry his still damp shirt.

Daisy gave a kind smile, and began eating her s'more. Virgil was starting to make his fifth. As Richie slowly nibbled away at his s'more, he like Daisy, was too surprised at how Virgil ate them. You'd think the way he was just eating them he'd choke. But no.

Virgil then stuffed his fifth s'more into his mouth and actually chewed with his mouth open, allowing for a valid "Eww" or "Gross" from everyone else.