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...My blubbery minions eat them. And the more they get, the more blubber they have. And if they don't have enough blubber...well... (looks over to pile of bones that were once a story reader who didn't review)
Kari Anna- Confusing you? Well I confused myself, but as I said I wasn't in a depressed mood so it didn't come out as great as I would like it to.
I hate cold water being poured on myself to wake up...but it's tied with my little sister using a fog horn and blowing my ear drum out (looks for ear drum)
I know drinking blood is a occult thing, it's a rhetorical question. What I meant was the church wants you to stay away from everything evil. (now the occult is considered evil). Yet, they want you to drink "the blood" of Christ. I also know that it's really whine and all of that...but...I mean, the church is just so fucking full of hypocrites it's ridiculous!
Estel Baggins- Thank you!
Pita- "I know drinking blood is a occult thing, it's a rhetorical question. What I meant was the church wants you to stay away from everything evil. (now the occult is considered evil). Yet, they want you to drink "the blood" of Christ. I also know that it's really whine and all of that...but...I mean, the church is just so fucking full of hypocrites it's ridiculous!"...and when I used to go to church it was red whine...oh well. Thankies!
Moonjava- Thankies..again...I wouldn't say that Richie was per say cheering up a little, he was more like pretending. Oh well, his minds just as confusing as mine..I should hire a detective.
Sailor Vegenta- (beats Virgil over the head) MOUTH CLOSED WHILE EATING AND DRINKING!. I have berated him many times over this, but sadly he does not listen (continues to beat Virgil to a pulp)
You. have. never. had. a. S'MORE? (shoves s'mores down throat) EAT! THEY ARE YUMMY! Oh and really? Happy Birthday! (confetti falls from sky and noise makers go off)
People: Where's the cake?
Me: (glares at Virgil)
Virgil: (mouth covered with frosting) What?
Snake Mistress- lmfao I wouldn't be surprised if that was true...Though I'm thinking it has something to do with his dread locks (his hair looks dreaded in the cartoons). Because anyone with dread locks are the epitome of cool . And yes Virgil did come. I was debating what to write. And I decided to make Richie feel a little happier. I have been abusing him too much. (sad face)
Red Turtle- Wee! Someone's coming to visit me! Yayerz! And my mom's the one that smokes and passes out drunk, plays betty crocker and all that shit. All I can say is...I follow by example...even though I hate her with every fiber of my being! GAH!
(Note to readers: I just now realized that this story can be triggering to some people...(clears throat) Sorry, don't really mean it to be.)
My update: Sorry that I haven't been updating a lot. A lot of crap has happened in my life recently. I won't go into detail, but I have a lot of things currently tieing me up...so...yea...Again, I'm extremly sorry about the lack of delay's and the fact that my writing is a little more off than usual.
Story:
Richie tapped his pencil against his notebook, staring at the clock longingly. Only fourteen more minutes and he was free to move onto the last class of the day.
He anxiously sighed and looked back down to his notebook which was supposed to be covered in notes, but was only covered in doodles. He scrunched up his nose and looked up to the chalk board at the front of the room. It was filled with chicken-scrawl style words. His nose stayed scrunched as he looked back to his notebook. 'Screw it...' He though, and continued doodling. The room was so silent that he could hear the annoying tick tock from the clock, and to him at that moment it sounded like the beat of a drum that was playing a march of death. He grumbled under his breath and continued outlining what ever it was he had drawn. It looked like a chicken crossed with a salt shaker...
There was a loud banging noise and Richie's head snapped up to see a girl standing in the door way with the principal. The girl was tall maybe 5'9 or so with long choppy brown hair, with bright red under tones. Her skin was slightly pale and her deep green eyes stood out, lightly outlined in black. Her lips were full and set into a scowl, a ring through the right side of it. Her nose was small and her eyebrow were thin and in an arch, a spiked stud through the left brow. She was wearing an slightly baggy pair of jeans, a black tank top and a very large vintage looking army green jacket. A messenger bag was strung over her right shoulder, a skateboard clutched under her left arm. It was the taller girl from the club.
"Yes Mr. Raspuchi?" The World History teacher asked.
"We have a new student for you. She decided to take a prolonged absence from the school day but is here for this class." He said and Randi scowled, muttering something under her breath. Mr. Raspuchi looked down at her and narrowed his eyes.
"Watch your tongue." He said.
"Fat balding old farts arn't supposed to be able to hear..." She said, just loud enough for the class to hear. Richie raised his eyebrows and resisted a slight laugh as the rest of the class snickered.
"Do you want two more weeks of detention?" He asked, leaning in close to her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Anyway, this is Amarandi Evelon, Armarandi please be nice for Mr. Simmons." Mr. Raspuchi said. "Amarandi/Randi" glared at Mr. Raspuchi. She just nodded and Mr. Raspuchi smiled before leaving the class room.
"Umm...Well then. Miss. Armarandi–" Mr. Simmons started as soon as the door shut.
"RANDI!" Randi shouted, looking a little flustered. Mr. Simmons just blinked.
"Randi, Please take a seat next to Richie. Richie raise, your hand." He said. Richie lazily raised his hand and Randi instantly spotted him, a small look of recognition on her face. She walked over to where he was and plopped down in the seat to his right.
"Why hello man who gives directions." She said, gently putting all of her things down on the floor.
"I'm Richie." He said. She smirked.
"And I'm Randi...So is this one of those classes that it's real easy to not be noticed?" She asked. Richie looked back up to the front where Mr. Simmons was already leaned over the desk, grading papers.
"Oh yea, I haven't done work in a while now." He said. Randi smirked again and leaned back in her chair.
"So how long have you been in Dakota City?" Richie asked, he had seen her four days ago and she was just now at school.
"Been living here almost a month now. I haven't come until today though. I get the feeling if I miss another day though, they'll send the triune officer. So I guess it's just me skipping from now on." She said, slightly chewing on her lip ring. Richie liked her, for some reason he felt different about her. Not different anxious like he did around Virgil, for some reason Randi just seemed to calm him.
"Cool. I've never skipped before." Richie said with a shrug. Randi looked up with a devious look.
"I'm ditching AP Chemistry, care to join me?" She asked raising her eyebrows up and down in a joking manner. Richie lightly smiled.
"Sure, that sounds good." He said and literally two seconds later the bell rang.
Getting out of the school had been fairly easy and Randi and Richie now calmly walked along the sidewalk, Richie was actually truly laughing along to the joke that Randi had just told.
"Good to see 'ya laughing." She said, turning to look at him. Richie furrowed his brow.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Your laugh, it's good. I like it." Randi said with a smirk. Richie slightly blushed and looked away.
"Don't be embarrassed about it." She said. Richie looked back forward and slightly shrugged. Randi slightly laughed and pulled her hair back into a loose pony tail.
"What, may I ask is so funny?" He asked. Randi lightly shook her head.
"Who is it that you are so depressed over?" She asked. Richie stopped walking and looked at her oddly. Maybe agreeing to go with her wasn't the right idea...
"No one." He said. Randi slightly scoffed.
"Your all in a funk, your shoulders are slumped and your eyes are always wondering off, you don't talk a lot and your embarrassed about your laugh." She said.
"What does that have to do with be being so called depressed, and maybe that's just the way I am." He said in his defense. Randi held up her hands in her's.
"Chill dude, didn't mean to insult 'ya there." She said. Richie sighed and started walking again. What was it with Randi. For some reason he was just a little more at ease and felt like he could tell her anything. Though technically he's only known her for five days.
"I'm just confused I guess...There's a lot of crap in my life I shouldn't have to deal with at my age...And then there's a...umm...a relationship problem I guess." He said, shrugging and kicking a pebble.
"Listen your preaching to the choir about the having to deal thing. I mean, I have a kid." She said, shrugging. Richie looked at her.
"You have a baby?" He asked. She half-smiled.
"Yea a two year old girl." She said with a smile. Richie furrowed his brow.
"And your...?" He asked.
"Seventeen. Let's just say no more partying for me. You tend to forget not to drink your drink once you've left it unattended..." She said. Richie raised his eyebrows and looked slightly shocked.
"Anyway, enough about me and Mira. What about this relationship?" She asked. Richie shrugged, kicking another pebble.
"It's really confusing. Their my friend...my best friend...But they like someone else and don't..." He said, trying to find the right word.
"Swing your way?" Randi asked. Richie furrowed his brow, slightly biting on his lip.
"Yea." She said with a sigh. Randi smirked.
"Don't worry, I won't judge and the secret shall go with me to my grave if you wish." She said. He nodded furiously, just now realizing what he said. Hell he wasn't even sure if he was really..gay...like he had just confessed.
"Listen. Tell your friend how you feel. It'll help both of you. Trust me. It helped when I told Jessica." She said. Richie furrowed his brow for what seemed like the trillionth time that day.
"Jessica?" He asked.
"My girlfriend." She said, with a smirk.
"I'm confused." Richie said honestly.
"I'm bi. I find an attraction to both genders." She said. Richie nodded, and suddenly Randi stopped.
"Well this is my humble abode, you can stay here for a bit if you want." She offered. Richie nodded.
Randi's humble abode was an third floor apartment building, that was actually fairly nice. How she payed for it she didn't know.
"Jessica, I'm home. Brought a friend." She started to yell, but instantly quieted down when she noticed a figure asleep on the couch. The figure on the couch was a girl, maybe eighteen or so with short choppy black hair and light chocolate skin. Richie couldn't tell much else about her other then she was average weight just like Randi and that she was wearing a baggy black 'A7X' shirt and a pair of jeans. The apartment was slightly small and simply decorated. At least it was clean and didn't have beer bottles all over the place like his house currently has. Just a little off from the slightly worn out couch was a portable baby crib, with a small figure asleep inside of it.
"Shh, they must of fallen asleep." Randi said with a small smile, placing a finger to her lips and putting her things gently by the door. Richie smiled back and gently placed his things down on the floor, next to Randi's.
"So what do you want to do?" Randi asked, silently walking to where the baby was.
"I don't know, you just want to go back outside. There's a park nearby." He said. Randi looked up from the portable crib and nodded.
"I know, sometimes us three go walk around there." She said. It was amazing how much Randi changed the minute she stepped into the apartment. Just outside the door she had been funny and making him laugh, acting like a normal seventeen year old. Now she reminded him of how his mother was when he was younger. It brought a small smile to his face. There was a small stir from the portable crib as Randi gently picked up the small child who was now awake.
Richie played with Mira and Randi in the small sandbox the park had. It honestly felt good too. Being there, acting like he had not a care in the world and just the simplicity of playing in a sandbox eased him. That and Mira was adorable. She had wispy dark auburn hair that fell slightly into her deep green eyes - the same as Randi. She had dimples and when ever she smiled they showed as well as the small teeth in her mouth. She could talk, not very adamantly but could get her point across. Her voice was cute too. Richie smiled as she patted on the sand castle she just made and Randi smiled, admiring her daughters work. Apparently Jessica was 19 and was going to a community college during the day, and worked at a record store part-time. Randi was going to highschool - sort of and had a part-time job at burger fool. Jessica had come from a fairly well off family who was giving her 50,000 a year to pay for a better college, when in all reality she was going to community college and using that money along with their earned money to live. If Jessica and Randi were both scheduled to work, their neighbor would watch them. Richie could tell they would be great parents, much like his were before other substances had gotten involved. That's what Randi and him were talking about right now. They both had alcoholic parents and Randi was giving some advice to Richie about that. As for the Virgil thing. All she needed to say was 'It'll work out one way or another. Remember, telling the truth makes you feel better whereas lying gets you no where.
I guess you could say Richie had found a confidant in Randi. Someone who slightly understood what it was like to be in his possession.
"The worst thing you could do is take your anger out on yourself. Trust me...I know." Randi said with a small sigh. Richie's eyes slightly bugged out.
"What do you mean?" He asked. Randi bit her lip and looked down at Mira who was now piling more sand into a bucket.
"I used to be very self-destructive. If Mira hadn't come along I would be six feet under right now." She said, smiling softly as she continued to watch Mira. Richie gulped and looked down.
"Don't do anything stupid. The pain is temporary, but the scars are forever. Both mental and physical." She said wisely. Richie absentmindedly scratched at his arm.
Randi was right about everything else...
"Crap, Randi what time is it?" Richie suddenly asked. Randi looked up, then lifted up her sleeve a bit, glancing at her watch.
"Umm, just a little after six, why?" She said. Richie's eyes bugged out, he was supposed to meet Virgil at six precisely.
"I just remembered I have to be somewhere. I'll talk to you later." He said, hurriedly.
"Okay, call me if ya need me." She said, with a small smile. Richie returned it and sped off to find an alley way.