Public Display of Affection

Disclaimer: I don't know how much longer I'll continue to write this story, so I'll probably end it at 13 chapters. Meh, I'm kinda losing interest in Teen Titans… I hate losing interest in stuff. And the blonde girl is "Terra" from Things Change.

This chapter is dedicated to all the kids at my school that think it's appropriate to make out with each other in the hallway, particularly in front of me in the lunch line. It's disgusting. Get a room. Please.

Oh, and American Idol and Chris Daughtry do not belong to me. But it would totally rock if they did. Chris awesome. Taylor Hicks is awesome too. (Soul Patrol!)

I should really shut up now.

After a few sedentary weeks involving TiVoed episodes of American Idol and drooling over Chris Daughtry, Gertrude decided to get back up on her feet and mingle with the students of Murakami High. "Yeah, it'll be fun," she explained to Melody over the phone.

"Freak." Melody bluntly replied and hung up.

"Wow, I guess prison really does make you emo. Oh, well, I better get going." Gertrude packed up her (empty) messenger bag and drove over to the school.

It was lunchtime. Perfect timing. The kids were all sitting out on the grass, watching everyone that drove by the front gate. One girl in particular was reading through her geometry notes. Gertrude parked her car in the front parking lot and decided to visit her.

"Hi, I'm Gertrude." Gertrude offered her hand out for a handshake.

"Uh… I don't think people are allowed to just randomly come up to students during lunchtime." The blonde girl continued to flip through her notes.

"So? Aren't you going to say hello- hang on a second, would ya?" Gertrude spotted a couple making out behind the gatepost.

"Oi! Lip-suckers!" Gertrude shouted.

The couple broke apart. "Like, what was, like, THAT for?" the girl snapped back. She began flipping her black hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, dude, what was that FOR, dude?" the guy added.

"A couple of things. One, you make me feel stupid. Two, PDA much?" Gertrude pointed out.

"Leave them alone, you freak." The blonde girl shouted from her spot on the grass.

"I AM NOT A FREAK! I AM A COLLEGE DROPOUT." Gertrude shouted back.

"Why does that matter?" the blonde asked.

"What's your name?" Gertrude asked back.

"Answer my question."

"Answer MY question."

"Freak."

"Blonde."

"SECURITY!" the blonde shouted. Two security guards came bursting through the doors.

"What's the problem, miss?" one of them asked.

"That psycho woman. She just popped up out of nowhere and started to annoy me." the blonde pointed to Gertrude.

"Yeah, she, like, TOTALLY interrupted us making out, too!" the other girl shrieked.

"Ma'am, you do realize Murakami High has a strict no-visitors policy, and so we have to ask you to – wait, you two were WHAT?" The second guard abruptly turned around to the couple.

"Nothing!" The girl squeaked.

"Uh… huh. Well then," the other guard turned to face Gertrude. "You're going to have to leave, ma'am. Have a nice day." The two guards pushed Gertrude out to the street.

"Ooh, fireworks!" Gertrude suddenly spotted a box of fireworks in the window of the shop across the street. She jaywalked and went inside.

"Can I have those fireworks? Please? Please? Please?" Gertrude was hopping up and down in front of the cashier.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, only if you're over the age of 18. I need to see your I.D." The bored cashier said. Gertrude obliged, pulling out an Official Jump City Cheesecake Baker™ identification card. The cashier tossed the box of fireworks over the counter, snapped, "Now get out, I wanna watch my soap opera," and blew a wet raspberry at Gertrude.

"OKbye." Gertrude sprinted out the door and went back home. It was going to be a very fun weekend. Oh, yes it will. Bwahahahaha. (cough, cough, hack, cough) Bwahahahahahahahaha! Gertrude viciously tore through the box and pulled out the fireworks. "Now what should I do with this? Oh! I know!" She ran upstairs and sat down at her desk, designing her outlasndishly gaudy plan.