Highschool Drama

By Rosegirl18

A/N: I'm just wondering, why did the GSD ending have nothing about Athrun? Sigh. Fukuda is definitely horrid with endings. I hear the OVA is coming out.

A/N: I have finally gotten into Highschool, and I definitely hate it with a passion. I wish I could rule the world and execute all bleach-blond druggies. Seriously, ever since September, I have decided that this Highschool fiction is too sunny and happy to be a Highschool one. I need more tragedy and evilness.

Disclaimer: I totally do not own GS or GSD and everything related. Except this plot is mine, so if you steal it…(cracks knuckles.)


"I accept, Fllay Allster."

"I accept, Fllay Allster."

"I accept, Fllay Allster."

"I accept, Fllay Allster."

The single sentence seemed to echo throughout the walls, and the whole room was deathly silent. Fllay broke the silence.

"We will DDR to BUTTERFLY by smile dk. Ready, Lacus?"

"Of course," Lacus said. "Who will sing?"

"I will!" squeaked a little purple (dyed) –haired girl.

"No, I will!" Ezra said, grabbing a mike. Cagalli punched the numbers in, and the music started.

"A-i yai ya A-i ya-i ya A-i ya-i ya, where's my samurai -"

Jump left, right, both, down up rest up… DDR was a truly hard thing for those who hadn't done it. Fllay, for example, had done it ever since she was seven. Lacus had never done DDR before.

"Come on Lacus! You can do this!" Cagalli yelled. "Whoo!"

5:05.

The music ended, and the points totaled up.

Dododododododooo….

Fllay: EXCELLENT

The green (or whatever color they were) letters flashed on the screen. All of Fllay's female slaves (or thrall, translated into Viking language) stood up and cheered.

Lacus: EXCELLENT

The cheerers stopped. "What? What's going on?" the badly red-dyed haired girl whimpered.

Cagalli stood up. "It's a…TIE!" she yelled.

"Rematch!" snarled Fllay. "I see you've been practicing for as long as I have, Lacus."

"Actually, I've never played this game before." Lacus replied.

Fllay ignored her reply. "Rematch!" She glared at Cagalli. "Your brother is the prize here. Whoever wins this round gets to have Kira!"

Two months later…

Athrun woke up in the early morning of August and cursed at the bright sunlight. August was halfway through, and that only meant one thing: time to get planning on his annual gathering. Athrun had a huge mansion, and at the near end of August, he actually made use of his gloomy house to accommodate a party. Since his huge mansion also had a huge pool, the party was automatically a pool party.

"Hey Athrun."

Athrun spotted the blond-haired Cagalli to the left of his bed. "Oh hi Cagalli," he yawned, and started getting out of his bed. "So about the part-yyyyyyieee! What the hell are you doing in my room!"

"Helping you plan the party. Hurry up and dress!" She went out of his room, probably towards the freezer to get herself some ice cream.

Athrun slapped his forehead. "I hate planning parties," he said out loud, "Especially with Cagalli!"

Being a student of Academy of ZAFT, Athrun had LOVED planning. Whether it be done in his head or his notebook, he planned everything from his daily schedule to Kira's love life. But on that day... after the death of his beloved mother, Patrick Zala had asked his son to plan the funeral and mourning party afterwards. It was awful. The whole concept was, but Patrick Zala was too traumatized, and Athrun could not let anyone else take care of the job.

So he did it.

"AA-THRUN!" Cagalli's loud voice echoed up to his room. "WHEE-ERE'S THE ICE-CREAM?"

"I'm coming!" Athrun yelled back, shutting his memory in the back of his mind again. He had to admit, Cagalli was a refreshing and sunny person to have around. No matter how dreary or dark or colossal his house was, she shined.


Lacus gracefully glided around the skating rink and linked arms with Kira. "Isn't it so strange to be skating at this time of year?" she giggled.

"At least it's cool here," Kira said. "I wonder how Athrun and Cagalli are doing, planning the party."

"Yeah," Lacus said, "They're doing well, I think."

They both absentmindedly continued to skate, each enjoying the others' company. Kira wondered if he would feel as comfortable with Fllay. Lacus wondered if Kira would ever love her back.

"Lacus!" Stellar's innocent voice was heard from the other side of the ring.

"Oh, Stellar!" Lacus said. "What's up?"

"Can Stellar invite Shinn to the house?" Stellar said louder, trying to be heard.

"Sure!" Lacus replied.

Stellar smiled at her, and ran off.

"Stellar lives in your house?" Kira asked. "I thought she lived at an orphanage."

"I invited her to live with us. I feel lonely nowadays, with father busy with work. And orphanages are so gloomy!"

"I see…" Kira said. "I know Shinn likes Stellar, are they a couple now?"

"Stellar calls Shinn her new friend, so not yet, I think."

"Hmm…we should help them out."

Lacus giggled. "That would be so much fun!"


"So how many people are you going to invite, Athrun?" asked Cagalli, lounging on one of the couches with an ice cream container.

"Uh…Kira, you, Lacus, Stellar, Shinn, Yzak, Ezra, Shiho, Nicol, Dearka…"

"Miriallia, Lunamaria, Meyrin, Rey, and who else?"

"Are you gonna eat all that?"

"Why?"

"You'll gain weight."

"So!"

"It's not that, I'm just worried for your future. It is a proven fact that middle-aged people who eat too much saturated fat have a much higher chance of getting a heart attack, or cancer." Athrun stopped, because Cagalli was tapping on his head. "What are you doing?"

"How big is your brain, Athrun?" Cagalli asked.

"I don't know!"


And so, on the twenty-eighth of August, the invitations were mailed.

"An invitation to a pool party. Isn't this so exciting, Yzak?"

"Yeah, yeah," he replied. "If you have friends with a pool, it's expected, so stop being so excited."

Ezra paid no heed to his words, and flounced away to choose something to wear.

A few minutes later, Ezra came down with a suitcase. "What the hell are you doing?" Yzak asked, annoyed.

"It's going to be a sleepover, too, right?"

"Yeah, but…"

"Mom said I could use it."

"But…"

"I'll take good care of it,"

"IT'S GOING TO BE ONE FRIGGIN NIGHT! WHY DO YOU NEED A SUITCASE FOR – "

"YZAK YOU IDIOT! DON'T SWEAR AT YOUR SISTER!" Ezaria Joule's voice yelled downstairs.

"FRIGGIN ISN'T A SWEAR WORD!" Yzak yelled back, almost hyperventilating with annoyance.

"Geez Yzak, I thought only girls PMSed." Ezra stated curiously.

"I – Argh! Just shaddap!"

Yzak ran to his room and slammed his door loudly to make a point. Talk about teen mood swings.

Once inside his room, Yzak took the advice of his therapist and started scribbling down his feelings as a poem in a blue notebook. He mumbled slightly as he was doing this, and after a few minutes, this was what he came up with:

My Feelings Right Now

Yzak Joule

I hate Zala. I wish he died.

I hate Ezra. I wish she hadn't been born.

I hate mom. I wish she were nice.

I hate my room. I wish it were bigger than Zala's.

I hate Dearkka. I wish he were smarter.

I hate my life. I wish I could rule the world.

The End.

"Not bad," he thought, reading it over. "Maybe I should become a poet."


Next Chapter: Chemistry arises between characters, and school is back with September! Who won the second DDR battle, Lacus or Fllay? Find out next time!