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A/N: Lalalala. I hope you guys like this story as much as the others. Not as much angst or drama, but enough to make you go, "WTF?" lol THANKS 18lzytwnr for the reviews! PLOT BUNNIES JUST GAVE ME TWO AWESOME IDEAS!!! HOORAH!
Two
"It will be alright, Stephanie... You have to stop worrying." Sportacus had been trying to calm Steph down for the last day.
Later that night would be Robbie's homecoming. The gang decided to be nice and throw a little party for him to make sure he didn't feel like too much of an outcast. Stephanie agreed to sing and dance for entertainment and Sportacus knew he would act as a guard, making sure Robbie pulled no funny business. The party idea was cool and all, but Stephanie was nervous beyond belief. Why wouldn't she be after all she had been through with Mr. Rotten? She almost thought she loved him at one point, but realized it was only the magnetism of seduction. Also known as lust.
Lifting her head up, Steph replied, "I know, Sportacus, but he was in jail of all places! It's going to not only be hard for us, but for him too. I don't want to set anything off that will make him terribly devilish like before. I just want us all together as a family.. I want us, you and I, to have a wedding with no interruptions or interferences. Robbie-"
"Robbie won't mess our wedding up," Sportacus embraced Stephanie with a hug, "I won't let him. You are too important for me to let down. Don't you worry your pink little head off. Things will be fine."
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The afternoon sunlight poured onto Robbie, giving him a hard time looking into the distance. He was waiting for Mayor Meanswell to pick him up from the state penitentiary. It would take over an hour to reach the destination, but Robbie preferred being picked up over calling for a taxi cab. At least he was allowed to wait outside with his belongings.
At least he was away from that ogre who called itself a woman. (He obviously had a bad experience with her during the cavity search.)
Swaying back and forth, Robbie began to ponder what he was going to do when he got home. First, he knew he was kind of obligated to greeting everyone. Second, he would go home. Third, he would eat some cake. Lastly, he would fall asleep. So basically, all of his old habits, which were certain to die hard very soon. Even though he wasn't going to do much of anything when he got home, this didn't mean he wouldn't do something a bit more active the next day, or the day after that. He did want to change after all, but it would be harder than he imagined.
"It used to be good to be bad, and bad to be good.. But is there a neutral?" Robbie spoke to himself, trying to rid his nerves. He, too, was a bit anxious. Knowing how much he hurt Stephanie tore him up inside. Why did he have to lust after her when she clearly loved Sportacus? He should have never seduced his pink-haired cutie.
Hopefully Lazytown wouldn't shun Robbie as if he had a stigma. That's the last thing he needed. Of course, why would anyone care what he needed?
Twelve in the afternoon passed by bringing birds, bees, bugs, and noise. Robbie hated the outdoors only because of the noise and ...more noise. Sitting on the asphault, he started to hum and stare at the clouds. A ladybug flew on the tip of Robbie's nose, sending him in a frantic tantrum of wailing his arms and telling the pest to go away. This day would move as slowly as a slug, and he loathed it. A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, giving the confidence to pursue with the wait. Although Robbie was pretty brave, a ball of nerves planted themselves in his mind.
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"This town is mine, this street is mine, the tree is mine, the birds above our heads are mine.." Stingy was at it again. He was claiming everything as his while he walked down the road with Ziggy. They were collecting decorations to set up near the Mayor's house for Robbie's Welcome Home Party.
Stephanie was taking her energy out on setting up a table and chairs outside of her Uncle's house. Red and blue streamers criss-crossed across the top of the chairs. Sportacus blew up blue balloons and tied them to one chair which was bigger than the rest. This would be the 'head chair' Robbie would sit in. Trixie retrieved Stephanie's pink boombox and placed it on a stand. The gang hoped for a succesful party, and secretly prayed in their mind for no trouble.
"Those balloons are mine.." Stingy smiled, "and this party is mine."
Steph sighed, "It might as well be your party. I'm not even sure Robbie will come. Uncle Milford is supposed to pick Robbie up and bring him back here. After that, who knows what he'll do?"
"Stephanie," Sportacus spoke up, "No matter what happens, we will have this party. We could use a little lift on our moods."
Trixie laughed, "Yeah, Pinky, a party just for the reason of having one. Good idea."
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A black volkswagen pulled in front of the correction facility. Milford Meanswell honked the horn, seeing Robbie had fallen asleep. The loud horn woke him up with a start. Standing up, Robbie gathered himself and the few belongings he had. He strode over to the volkswagen and got in the passenger's seat without one word to the Mayor.
"You all set to come home?" Milford questioned curiously.
Yawning, Robbie replied, "...Yeah. All set."
The car pulled out of the jail's driveway and Robbie took one last look at his nightmare. He was finally returning somewhere tolerable and sociable.
"Robbie Rotten," Mayor Meanswell began speaking in a serious tone, "Your homecoming is very ...how would I say this... it's like a small earthquake. You are going to be shaking the peace which we had while you were gone. I'm not trying to sound mean, but you did hurt a lot of people before you left, and while you were gone feelings calmed down, mending broken ties and any odd emotions. Now that you are to return, you need to have consideration. If anyone, namely Stephanie, is uncomfortable around you, please respect them and walk away. I know Steph was very nervous..."
Thinking for a moment, Robbie eventually answered, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. If no one wants to see me, I will go home quietly. As for Stephanie, she has nothing to fear. I won't bother her unless she wants to speak with me. I'll be great in my underground house. Lonliness doesn't hurt me a bit. Nothing to worry about, Mayor."
Honestly, Robbie was worried that he would again scar Stephanie. The worst thing ever would be having her hate him again. and again. and again. Pinky had been through enough strife in her life, and Robbie felt guilty for putting her through more pain when his robot clone went haywire. He couldn't remember why he even made a clone of himself. He should have done something less troublesome. He should have thrown the evil ideas out alltogether. But the past was done, and erasing it was not possible. So, taking a deep breath, Robbie swallowed the lump of nerves and stopped thinking negatively.
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The day was reaching five p.m, bringing Sportacus, Trixie, Pixel, Stingy, Ziggy, Stephanie, and Bessie to the partye. They stood quietly, watching as a little black volkswagen pulled into the Mayor's driveway. Mayor Meanswell was the first one out, immediately coming over to the group.
A clump of butterflies grabbed at Steph's stomach as she stared at the next person to exit the car. Robbie Rotten, just as tall, handsome, and intimidating as ever, closed the volkswagen door and spotted the gang. They all prepared to welcome him back by gathering in one big group. Stephanie stayed still, watching Robbie like a hawk. Her feelings for him previously had been platonic, but covered in lust. She didn't feel for him as she did for Sportacus..everyone knew this. But gazing at the man who was now approaching the party made something ignite in Steph's heart. She wanted her friend back. She had missed him.
"Welcome back, Robbie!!" Everyone except for Stephanie screamed. She came out of her trance and half-heartedly added, "Welcome, Robbie."
Now in front of the group, Robbie showed no emotion. He gulped and inhaled sharply, not saying a word. Sportacus cocked an eyebrow and waited for someone to make a sound.
Slightly opening her mouth, Steph murmured, "Say something..."
Breaking the emotionless state with a slight smirk, Robbie looked into Steph's eyes. He mumbled, "..something.."
Instantly, the group began to giggle at Robbie's smart-alek joke. Even Stephanie cracked into a fit of giggles. Robbie walked closer to her, embracing his pink-haired girly in a friendly hug. Steph showed a wide grin, indicating she was no longer nervous. And then everyone joined the two for a group hug.