Hello! I drank all weekend...Went to a few bars...But surprisingly, I am NOT hungover! Good thing too...Cuz I'm at work right now.
Chapter 8.
March 24th, 1984.
Saturday.
Allen particularly liked AC/DC.
Ever since he first heard of them in the late 70's before moving to America, but when you have an ever constant phone ringing and interrupting your jam session, he had to put an end to the record player—a second time—and run over to the phone that was hung up on the wall just outside on the kitchen wall across the living room.
Jumping over an empty pop can—one of the many that littered the rug—he snatched the phone off its cradle and raised it harshly to his ear.
"Hello?" He answered, trying to sound as welcoming and sweet as possible—in a less-than annoyed voice—as much as it irked him to have him stop the record again.
That he oh so wished he could just finish listening to, he refrained from tongue lashing the person on the other side of the phone though as he curled the tangled cord around in his fingers.
"Brat? Is that you?"
And Allen almost dropped the phone at the mere sound of his rough sounding voice.
Wishing that he actually had yelled at the person on the other side of the phone. "C-Cross…?" he squeaked.
"Peh, that's foster father Cross to YOU, little bastard. I leave you for a couple days and already you lost some respect for your elders?" Snapped the gruff, and irritated, sounding voice that belonged to his foster father, Cross Marian. "I thought British people are s'pose to be more polite?"
"What do you want Cross?" Allen asked, already peeved at having a conversation with the man.
And he wasn't even standing in the same room as him! That was saying something…
"And you didn't leave me for a couple—bloody—days! You were gone for two weeks!" Allen snapped. You arsehole!
"Are you fucking serious? Why th' fuck are you getting all serious? I'm the one on the other side of the world Goddammit!"
Allen made a face. "Other side of the world? Where the bloody hell ARE you?"
"Do I have to repeat myself brat? I said, other-side-of-the-woooorld." The man explained more slowly.
Allen rolled his eyes. "Oh, I see. Now it makes sense." You prick.
"Good. Well I'll be home in a couple days. Keep the house clean, wash the homework and do your hair." And with that said, Allen is met with a dull dial tone.
Not even a bloody good-bye.
Then he blinked in realization once he hung up the phone.
"Wash the homework and do your hair? Is he juiced?" Allen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I never heard from him in days and he gives me that kind of message?
Allen heavily sighs in derision and goes back to the record player on the floor of his half-vacant living room.
Now, instead of just a lone record player and a rug, he now had a love-seat, and an outdoor lounge chair.
Giving his little house at least a small touch of life.
And no...Lavi didn't help him steal the things from other people lawns and houses…He bought them himself at a garage sale not too far from his own house, at least he had furniture now, leave it be.
Once he flicked the switch to the record player back to 'ON', the white-haired teenager went over to his small vacuum cleaner and turned that on as well to continue his job. He looked around his living room that was covered in a dirty orange rug—for God only knew how long—with curious side-to-side glances, his Timpcanpy was nowhere to be seen, so he assumed the scared little kitten was in his room, hissing at the door most likely, he shrugged and started vacuuming his living room carpet once again.
What came blasting from the speaker of the record player was AC/DC's "Back in Black." And one of Allen's more favorite, "darker days" songs.
He would simply hum to the songs of AC/DC.
He wouldn't even try to sound like their lead singer, he just couldn't put his voice that raspy or that high pitched at the same time, plus he wouldn't put his throat in that much torture merely trying to pull it off, so he sufficed with humming and back ground singing instead.
Besides, he had a rule. "If you know you can't sound like the lead singer, then never try. You'll only ruin the song for yourself, and others." And he stuck to that rule.
When the guitar outro of Back in Black was heard hammering through the speaker, Allen head bobbed to the rhythm as he slid around his small vacuum cleaner.
"I wonder if Kanda would be able to play that guitar solo…?" He asked himself.
He heard the song come to a close, with the guitar solo fading into the back ground.
The solo sounded hard, and if it sounded impossible, then it must've been. The teen shrugged and continued his cleaning.
"Kanda could play, but he certainly can't play THAT good." The white-haired teen noted, nodding his head and agreeing to his own words.
Angus Young, the lead guitar player of the band AC/DC, people could try and play like him, try to move like he does on stage, but Allen was sure that they would only fail miserably.
"Why aren't you coming in with me Yuu?" Lavi asked, looking over his shoulder to the long-haired guitar player.
Who stood by his truck with a scowl permanently etched on his—his handsome, but still mega pretty—face.
"It'll be totally quiet without you starting arguments with the Brit-boy man." The red-head smirked, trying to convince Kanda into following him inside.
"I don't fuckin' want to go inside hoser." Pressed the angry Japanese teenager, turning his head away. "And if I go in that house, I might come out as a fag." He scrunched up his nose at that messed up sentence. "Wait…Grody."
Lavi laughed at the year-older teenager and pointed. "You said it, not me." He turned towards the door with a smirk and knocked on the British teen's front door. "Hello? Brit?" He called, smiling.
When he heard no answer, or movement at all inside, his gut did an un-settling flip-flop. So he jiggled the door knob, only to find that it was locked.
"Hey Yuu…I think we gotta break in." Lavi gulped.
"Why?"
Lavi turned his head over his shoulder and saw Kanda coming swiftly down the stone path-way towards the house.
"Uh Doy, because it's locked, Sherlock." He said grinning, oh yeah, Kanda was worried now if he wasn't before, because the long-haired guitar player was already steadily making his way towards the door.
Once Kanda was on the front porch step, in front of the old-white door, he started pounding against the flimsy looking wood several loud and obnoxious times, practically creating a crack within it with his fist.
"Open up you dumb deaf skeezer!" Demanded the guitarist, wiggling the door knob loudly, and going back to banging against the poor door when he got no answer.
Lavi rolled his eye. "Like I never tried that."
"You didn't, dickweed." Kanda grumbled, then began pounding against the door again.
Lavi got out of the way of Kanda's door pounding, scared for his own life, and started looking around at the many windows of the house.
"We can just try and break in through one of the windows Yuu." The red-head suggested, pointing to the window in front of him.
"Go ahead, be my fucking guest. But I'm going to get the brat's attention by doing—this!" Kanda said in determination as he started kicking and pounding on the door more loudly, shoving his shoulder against it. "Get your scrawny ass out of your faggot bed and open this Goddamn door you whiny brat!"
Such charm. Lavi thought, sighing with a smirk. "Alright then." The red-head then made a move for one of the windows that caught his eye.
The first time that he came here, it was the round window that caught his attention first, and that was the window that would most likely let him see inside Allen's living room.
He peeked, then scowled. "The one time we want to get your attention Brit, and you had to go and put up some lamer blinds? Totally not cool kid." He pouted, he went around the corner of the house to peek into another window, finding a sheet covered over that one too.
Meanwhile, in front of the house, Kanda was still heavily bashing away against the door.
"I know you can hear me dickweed!" He roared, kicking the same spot he's been kicking at for over a minute now. His foot was smarting. "I'm not leaving until you fucking open this door!"
When he stopped to take a breather, he heard noise coming steadily towards the door.
He straightened up from his hunched over posture, and glared heatedly at the door until it swung open wide.
"What the bloody hell is—" The white-haired teen stopped his verbal attack, and looked up into the glaring eyes of Kanda.
Then the teen sighed heavily. "Oh, it's the prick." Allen stated irritably, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame. "What do you want Kanda? I was in the middle of—"
"Yeah, don't care." The guitarist interrupted and waltz inside. "Where's the retard?" He asked as he looked around furiously.
"Yeah, it's alright, barge into my house again Kanda." Allen said sweetly, but in his own annoyed demeanor as he stepped out of the doorway and closed the door behind him. "By 'retard', you don't mean Lavi do you? Because I haven't seen that bloke at all today." Allen stated, raising an eyebrow.
Kanda turned around, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "He didn't break in?"
"No…Why would he want to? There's nothing to steal in here." Allen gestured around inside his half-empty house.
Kanda looked around just as the brat gestured, and eyed a lounge chair—that wasn't meant to be in-doors at all—"Why the hell do you have that inside? This looks like a fucking red-necks paradise runt." The long-haired guitar player stated, looking at the empty soda cans that littered the loveseat and the wooden lounge chair.
Allen smirked, despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach at having Kanda inside his house—and looking around at that—it never ceases to amaze him that Kanda can sputter a full blown sentence and sound some-what civilized doing so.
Allen walked to the kitchen wall and leaned against it. "So, it makes you feel at home does it Kanda? I'm sorry if it doesn't have hanging deer heads or antlers on the walls to suite your disgusting tastes." He half-heartedly apologized.
"Bag it zeek." Kanda commanded sternly, continuing to walk around the empty house, tiny claw marks on the lounge chair caught his interest.
Allen made a confused face. "Do you need something? Got lost? Too stoned to remember where you live?" An amused smile lit the younger teens face, when Kanda turned to scowl at him he wiped the amusement from his expression.
Kanda snorted. "I wish I was that high. Then I wouldn't even be here but in...New Mexico or some shit." He stated, then wrinkled his nose in displeasure. "You haven't seen retard come in then?" He asked again, face full of confusion.
Allen turned around, just as confused looking as the older teenager. "No…Did he do something to you for you to have to look for him inside my house?" Allen walked over to the plug-in in the wall and disconnected the vacuum.
Feeling that the house has been cleaned enough to put it away.
Then, a very loud—and a very heavy sounding—clatter erupted throughout the entire house coming from within Allen's room.
"Bloody hell!" Allen shouted, rushing over to his bed room door with Kanda following close behind him.
When Allen swung open his bed room door to see his kitten Timcanpy come running out, tail high in the air and abnormally fluffy due to shock, Allen held the vacuum tightly in his hands and was about to unleash all seven hells upon the person, but was surprised to say the least, to find a red-head sprawled out flat, and face down and eagle spread on his floor.
Knocked out apparently.
When he didn't even flinch at having the door swung open and forcibly hitting against the wall above his head.
Kanda leaned against the door frame. "There's the retard we've been waiting for."
Allen put down the vacuum cleaner and rolled his eyes at the guitarist. "Shut it Kanda, and help me get him up." Allen said, rushing to the drummers side.
"Thanks Brit." Lavi smirked, grabbing the ice-pack handed to him and rested it on the side of his red-head and hissed in pain when the bump was suddenly jostled as the ice pack hit his still throbbing cranium. "Ow…My intelligence…" He whined.
"You should be saying, ow my pride." Allen said, sighing in exasperation. "What the—pardon my language but—frack were you doing breaking into my house? Do you even know that's breaking the law?" Allen said as he sat down in the sofa beside the lounging Lavi.
"'Frack'? Is that even a curse?" Lavi asked, a smirk spreading across his face. "Do British people swear like that in the UK?"
"I asked you a question Lavi."
Lavi shrugged. "It's breaking the law Al."
"Not that question, the other." Allen demanded, going back again to "serious Allen mode", this time not taking the crap that would most likely be spewing out from the red-heads mouth.
"Me and Yuu—"
"Kanda and I." Allen interjected.
"Christ, do you want to hear my explanation?"
"Do you want to be knocked out again?" Allen growled.
Lavi put up a hand in surrender. "I'm just kiddin' Al, don't go all Yuu-like on me." He pouted, "Because that wouldn't be the bomb, yenno, like, not K-rad and shit."
Allen sighed. "Why would I ever want to do that? I would have to lower my intelligence just to be able to pull off his brash and rude behavior." Allen said, wrinkling his nose in offence at even being considered the next Kanda.
"Fuck you runt." Kanda snapped—from somewhere inside Allen's small kitchen. "We came here to pick your bunk ass up, so we could go over to Lenalee's" He stated with a growl.
The house goes silent.
"Where the fuck are all your cups?" He heard Kanda shout back after a couple seconds of silence.
Allen rolled his eyes. "Beside the fridge on the top mantelshelf!" He hollered to Kanda.
"What the fuck is a mantelshelf!? Speak fucking English asshole!"
"The top shelf! Top—Oh for the love of the Lord above," Allen hissed harshly as he got up from the sofa, "I'll direct you so you won't get lost in this BIG house of mine!"
"Who said I needed your help brat?"
"When you started barging into my house looking for the lost Lavi, dirt bag!"
"Still here dudes, don't need to talk about me in second person."
"Shut up!" Shouted the two arguing teenagers from inside the kitchen.
I don't know whether or not I changed anything in this chapter at all...? Oh well, Maybe I'll find out later. Hope you liked it! And thank you for all of your amazing reviews! I love waking up to reviews. Like I said, the chapters will get longer, but i don't know when, either the next chapter or the chapter after that one. Let's find out, shall we?