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Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both together,
Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better,
Put the lime in the coconut, drink them both up,
Put the lime in the coconut, and call me in the moooooorning,
Yes, you call me in the morning,
If you call me in the morning, then
The art room burst with laughter as the song ended. Most of them couldn't really sing, but it didn't matter, they were just fooling around anyway. To celebrate Kevin's win at sectionals one of his fellow art clubbers had brought a guitar. Kevin could play a little guitar, and after a few minutes of singing absolutely ridiculous songs, the club was practically rolling on the floor with laughter. Most of the others knew the "Put the lime in the coconut"-part of the song, so that song had resulted in some very loud, very much off-key singing. A very few people, Kevin and a couple of others, actually managed to stay in key, even in such a loud group. One of the few people who actually stayed in key, was a girl with ginger hair and brightly colored clothes.
"That was fun!" the girl exclaimed, in a British accent. She was laughing along with everyone else and smiling hugely. It was sort of nice to see her be like that, Kevin thought, because she was usually very shy.
"Yeah, and you know, you're actually good too," Kevin smiled at the younger girl, who blushed brightly. Melody had always really liked Kevin, but he was probably gay, at least that was what everyone told her. She didn't care, even if he was straight there probably wouldn't have come anything from it. "You should join Glee Club!"
"No, I-I couldn't, it's- I'm all too-" She stumbled, halfway terrified, halfway flattered. Kevin wanted her to join, he wanted her to be there. Maybe it was just because she could sing, but it was good enough for Melody. "Okay."
"Okay?" He sounded a bit disbelieving, but smiled. Biting her lower lip Melody nodded, and was met by Kevin's bright smile. How could she have said no when he was like that? His black and unruly curls reminded her all too much of Harry in "A Very Potter Musical", and she just couldn't help but melt when she saw the way his blue-green eyes lit up like that.
"Sure, why not?" She smiled and tried to seem nonchalant about it, but failed miserably. As the art club kept on working on their separate art projects, Melody couldn't think about anything but glee club.
Taking a deep breath Sandy pushed the doors of the theater open and entered. It was the same theater in which she and the glee club had won sectionals, not even a week earlier. Just the thought of their win made her smile with pride. She was going to meet the other actors that day, the regular ones, anyway. For some reason, Mr. Scrivello liked to have a small group of young actors whom he used in most of his productions. He said it gave him more control, though Sandy thought it was just so he could say he had helped discovered them and helped them become better actors, if they ever ended up somewhere big, that was.
With her head held high to hide her nervousness, Sandy more paraded than walked, into the hall where the actors were to meet. It was some sort of orientational meeting, Sandy really had no idea as to why they'd have to meet if they didn't even know what play the were going to do. When she walked in, the first thing that hit her was how different the people in the group seemed. First she saw the boy she had sung with a couple weeks earlier, who had turned out to be a warbler too. He looked exactly the same as he had them, same neat blonde hair, same perfect posture and carefully pressed clothes. River Talcott, she always remembered the names of really talented people, sat nodding politely to something a man with windswept blonde hair was saying. The man Sandy didn't know was obviously very interested in whatever he was saying, judging by the way his eyes lit up and he gestured flamboyantly with his hands. River, on the other hand seemed to not be interested at all, but kept just nodding along, occasionally throwing in an "Absolutely", or "couldn't agree more!". A small boy, probably no bigger than Tony, sat on a chair, chewing on his lower lip, looking sort of uncomfortable or nervous. Sandy felt like she might have seen him before, but she couldn't place him. A rather tall black guy sat talking to a guy with chocolate-y skin and a New York Yankees hat. They both seemed very relaxed, and looked very comfortable with the situation they were. A boy sat leaning back into his seat, looking completely at ease. He wore a dark leather jacket, his hair was red and cut short, and his skin was clear and rather pale. The only other female Sandy could see in the room was a woman she also felt like she should recognize, who sat studying the others. Her hair was cut choppily with the hair closest to her face being longer than the hair by her neck. The woman had a professional-grade camera around her neck.
"Okay kids, gather around," a balding man entered behind Sandy, nearly walking straight through her, as he didn't see her due to the papers he was currently reading, while walking. Sandy quickly shuffled in along with the man, who after nearly walking over her, flashed her an apologetic smile. She almost immediately recognized him as Micheal Gornette, the man who had given them permission to play Spring Awakening, and then delivered the news they would only get one night. Needless to say, Sandy had rather mixed feelings about him.
"Hey, Micheal!"
"Yo, Mr. G!"
"Well, most of you know how this first meeting works," Micheal seemed to fight a sigh, obviously he didn't see the need for the meeting either. He still kept going as all the kids were now sitting in a circle, all eyes on him. "So, let's start with introductions. I take you'll go first, Meryll?"
"If you insist," the boy had previously been talking to River, flashed a bright smile as he stood. He obviously acted like that a lot, judging by the tired expression on Mr. Gornette's face, and the indulgent eye-rolling from the guy with the baseball hat. "I am, as you all should know, Meryll Rankin. I am 24, and in high school I was the lead in Vocal Adrenaline."
Still smiling hugely and brightly, flashing perfectly straight, white teeth, Meryll sat down. He obviously enjoyed having people's attention, not that Sandy could say she didn't. River, who sat beside Meryll, stood.
"Hi, I'm River Talcott, I'm 16," River introduced himself, not seeming nearly as self-centered as Meryll. River still didn't look uncomfortable though, on the contrary he seemed rather indifferent to the attention. "I work part-time at the Lima Bean."
Some seemed surprised at River's statement, though the baseball hat guy chuckled. As River sat down the Tony-sized boy stood, looking even more nervous than before, and biting down harder on his lower lip. His big doe-eyes seemed a bit anxious, and he reminded Sandy strangely of her brother, at least they were about the same size. The boy was a lot tanner than Tony, and his light-brown hair was cut shorter, she supposed it was just the size that maybe them seem alike.
"I'm Timothy Santino, I'm 16." The boy was about to sit down, thinking he was done.
"And the random fact, Timmy?" Micheal Gornette reminded kindly, smiling at the small boy.
"Right," the boy began, but he couldn't seem to find a fact. He looked even more uncomfortable, and kept biting his lower lip as he tried to think of a fact.
"Come on, Bambi, tell us about yourself." Meryll flashed another smug smile at the little boy, who only got more nervous by the minute. Sandy felt sort of bad for him, but how was he going to get up in front of a full audience and sing his heart out, if he couldn't even find one random fact to tell the group?
"I go to Dalton?" The boy was extremely insecure, making it sound more like a question than a statement. Sandy then understood where she had seen the boy before, he had to be one of the warblers. Quickly sitting down the boy let the next person take the spotlight, looking relieved. The tall black guy who sat beside the small boy, creating an extreme contrast, stood.
"Hi, I'm Damien Johnson, I'm 19," This man seemed much more relaxed than Timothy. He was wearing a white v-neck with a leather jacket, even if he looked more comfortable he did throw a few suspicions glances to Sandy. "I have lived in Pennsylvania for six years."
As Damian sat down the guy he had been talking to earlier, the one with the baseball cap, stood. He seemed like he was rather comfortable with the spotlight too, smiling slightly.
"I'm Kipp Belarmina, I'm 23," the young man spoke with a faint New York accent, Sandy figured she might be the only one recognizing it. She could only tell because she had lived in New York, still the accent wasn't nearly as clear in the younger generations. "I'm from New York."
Just as Sandy was about to stand to introduce herself, someone burst through the doors.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I'm late!" A girl with short creamy-blonde curls hurried over to the group, quickly grabbing a chair and sitting down. Her hair was messed up from running, and her tan cheeks had a slight pink hue to them.
"Met another lost kitty, Evangelina?" Damien joked, and the curly-haired girl sent him a sharp glare, butt looked rather guilty.
"Yes," she muttered, and looked away from Damien. Recovering from the surprise of someone randomly running in as she was about to introduce herself, Sandy stood.
"I'm Sandy Cosette Turner-Dubois," Sandy declared, to murmurs of "Now, that's a mouthful!" and "Geesh, talk about indecisive parents". She kept her head held high, she was used to that kind of reactions when people heard her full name. "I'm 14, and adopted."
Sandy hadn't found a better random fact, so she just went with it. The person sitting beside her, the redhead in the leather jacket, stood casually. He was about as tall as River, and had a rather athletic body type.
"I'm Lance Marshalls, I'm 17," the boy had a very laid-back yet classy feel to him. "And I go to McKinley."
As he revealed his school, the boy finally clicked into place in Sandy's mind. She had seem him the halls, but never cared to memorize him. According to the cheerios he knew just about everything about everyone, the gossip about them anyway. Sandy didn't really peg him as the type, but maybe there was more to the guy. When the boy sat down again, the woman with the choppy hair and camera rose. She flashed bright smiles at the other, not in the way Meryll had, but in a kind "hello-everybody"-way.
"Hi, I'm Hannah Nefertari, I am 23 years old," she seemed very comfortable talking. She had a silver stud in her left eyebrow. Somehow, she managed to look very pixie-like, despite the fact that she was as tall as River and Lance. "And my girlfriend and I have a dog, Bruticus."
Sandy felt her eyebrows raise slightly at the word "girlfriend". Not that she minded, if anything she was happy for Hannah, but she was slightly surprised. Surprised at how casual it seemed to Hannah, in Ohio, people who were that out and proud were hard to come by. The last person to introduce herself stood as Hannah sat down. The girl who had come running just before Sandy's introduction, was the last person.
"Hi, I'm Evangelina de Luca, and I'm 17," the girl with the creamy curls smiled angelically. Her eyes were Caribbean cerulean blue, and was quite tan. She seemed comfortable with people staring at her too, but she didn't have that "I-love-it-when-people-stare-at-me"-attitude Sandy knew she had sometimes, and that Meryll clearly mastered. "And I am the youngest of five siblings."
It was only after Evangelina had sat down, Mr. Gornette seemed to realize that there were no more introductions to be made. He didn't look like he had a clue as to what the could do next. More proof of how unnecessary the meeting was. After a few minutes of silence Micheal decided he'd tell the kids a bit about what exactly they would be doing later. Quickly explaining how he would be in charge of them, and that a man named Mr. Scrivello was his boss again. Micheal also told them of how the group would put on a play, with them as the main characters while others were auditioning for the rest of the parts, but also that a couple of them could be asked to play in Mr. Scrivello's other productions. Just as the actors were leaving Hannah stopped Sandy.
"By the way, congratulations!" Hannah grinned at a rather confused Sandy. Why was Hannah congratulating her? She didn't seem to have any reason to, at least none that Sandy could think of. Seeing Sandy's confused expression, Hannah explained, smiling. "On winning Sectionals, of course!"
"How did you know that?" Sandy was quite flattered the woman knew, but it sort of freaked her too. How could this woman know they had won? Was she some kind of crazy stalker?
"I was there taking pictures of you guys!" Sandy felt her eyes go wide in shock, while Hannah didn't seem to think it sounded creepy at all, judging by her bright smile. Overhearing the conversation, and seeing Sandy's freaked expression, River walked over, chuckling.
"Hannah loves taking pictures," River explained, running a hand through his neat blonde hair. "In a totally not creepy way."
"Yeah, that's totally not creepy," Sandy muttered, clearly not believing it for a second. Looking at the different people who were all leaving, she could already tell it was going to be a really interesting experience.
"You're ready?" Nicole asked Catarine, as they sat waiting for the doctor. They sitting waiting for the doctor to explain the procedure in detail, before handing Catarine the pill. The pill that would end her pregnancy. Nicole would be staying with Catarine throughout the procedure, for support.
Catarine nodded, staring at the floor. Trying to comfort the other the other girl, Nicole put an arm around her. The girl with multicolor hair was breathing deeply, trying to refrain from vomiting. She felt terrible about giving the child up. From what she had read her child's heart was already beating, and it had probably begun developing ears, eyes, arms and legs. Those facts stung, knowing the being inside her was becoming a person. She still knew she couldn't keep it. It was better this way.
"Catarine?" The doctor walked in, startling the two girls, who immediately stood. The doctor was a kind-looking woman with dark hair and red rimmed glasses. Catarine felt her mind freeze, because this was it. This was it. "If you would please come with me?"
Nicole and Catarine shared a meaningful look, before following the doctor, holding hands for support.
"Okay, guys, we've got a girl here, who'd like to audition. So, Melody, the floor is yours." Will smiled as a girl with ginger hair stood and nervously walked over to where he was standing. Giving her an encouraging tap on the shoulder, Mr. Shuester took a seat. She was pale, and dressed in brightly colored clothes.
"Hi, I'm Melody Song," the girl introduced herself, to snickers from the rest of the glee club. Tony leaned over to Sandy to whisper: "And people think we have weird names." in her ear. Melody didn't seem to care, instead she pushed her side fringe behind her ear and gesturing for Brad to begin playing.
Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?
She began the song looking more like she was talking to the others than singing. She had a very nice voice, clearly a soprano. It was strange hearing the song sung with a British accent, but it gave it a very individual touch. Somehow, she reminded Will of both Kurt and Rachel.
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I've got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more
Kevin smiled reassuringly at Melody to keep her confidence up. He knew she for some reason tended to get shy around people she saw all the time, while she around people she would never see again, she was really bubbly. She was really good too, this was really different from what he had heard in art club. There had just heard her being in the right key, he hadn't expected her to be this good.
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'
Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?
Oh - feet!
Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a - what's that word again?
Street
Paige couldn't help but notice the smiles exchanged between Kevin and Melody. Kevin kept staring at the British girl giving her confidence, while Melody positively beamed back at him. Glancing from one to the other, their connection became clearer and clearer. Melody, at least, was obviously in love with Kevin, but Kevin ha said he was in love with Paige. Even if Paige hadn't felt that way for him before, seeing him share something like that with another girl, upset her. She really didn't have the right to be, did she? They weren't together or anything, and Paige wasn't in love with him. Or was she?
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free - wish I could be
Part of that world
What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
Bet'cha on land they understand
That they don't reprimand their daughters
Proper women sick of swimmin'
Ready to stand
The way Kevin was looking and smiling at her, made Melody quite weak in the knees. The smile, the hair and those adorable glasses, how could she not? She knew everyone said he was gay, of course she did, but a girl could dream, right?
And ready to know what the people know
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?
Burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world
Once more the choir room burst with applause, the Glee Club welcoming it's 17th member. Will didn't think the Glee Club had had this many members in about a decade. Maybe the club was finally becoming cool?
Ramiele was walking down the hall, minding her own business, like she always did. She honestly didn't give a damn what others thought of her. She wasn't like her brother, while he would do just about anything to fit in and be popular, Ramiele would rather be herself and be slushied.
Just as Ramiele closed her locker, she caught a glimpse of something purple on it's way toward her face. Out of instinct, she closed her eyes, waiting for the cold and sticky to hit her, but it didn't come. Insecurely opening her eyes, Ramiele saw something she had never thought she'd see. One of the jocks, she didn't know his name, was holding a slushy that was clearly meant to be all over her face just now, but someone had caught the jock's arm, stopping him. The other boy also wore a Letterman jacket, which was the biggest shock, and his dark brown hair covered his one eye and curled at the bottom. Jasper Powell.
"Dude, what's she done to you?" Jasper demanded, still holding the other jock's arm in place. The other football-player looked bewildered by Jasper's actions and didn't answer. Ramiele stood frozen watching the scene.
"Thought so." Jasper more spat than said, roughly releasing the jock's arm. It felt good to be able to do something for once, help someone. Kevin wouldn't let him help, he wouldn't even talk about it, but he could at least try to help someone else. "Now beat it!"
The jock scrambled away, looking freaked, throwing nearly frightened looks to Jasper. The brown-haired boy couldn't have cared less.
"I don't need your help." Ramiele declared, her tone icy. She wasn't some damsel in distress needing to be saved. He didn't have to stop people from slushying her, she was used to it anyway. Jasper was taken aback by her lack of gratitude and sudden sass. Leaving him staring at the back of her head, Ramiele walked away.
"You're welcome."
Isabella sat staring at the children playing in the park. She saw a blonde boy and a brown-haired girl with pink ribbons in her hair, they were playing the most bizarre game of hide-and-seek she had ever seen. Two teens, about her age sat watching the kids. For some reason the couple seemed familiar,but she couldn't tell who they were from so far away. Even if she couldn't see who they were she envied them, because they were together, and seemed happy.
"You're not the only one who's lonely you know," a high voice commented from behind her. Startled, Isabella turned in her seat on the bench, to find another cheerio standing there. Isabella had been too lost in her own world to even notice the Liberty standing behind her.
"What do you mean?" She asked, genuinely not understanding. Of course she knew she wasn't the only one who was lonely. How did Liberty know she felt lonely anyway?
"I mean, you're not the only one who feels like you're alone," Liberty partially explained. It wasn't really an explanation, as she more or less just said what she had said earlier. Liberty sat down beside the other cheerio, who waited for a proper explanation. "I feel lonely too."
"Yeah right," Isabella couldn't help but roll her eyes. Did Liberty think she hadn't seen her with Felix? Isabella knew about the relationship, they were practically making out in the halls between classes, how could she not notice? "You've got Felix."
"Felix? Didn't you see his shirt? It said heart-breaker, because that's what he does. He breaks hearts," Liberty half-way snapped, half-way explained. Isabella was a bit taken aback by the brutality of the answer, or the truth in it. Felix was a heart-breaker, he had always been a heart-breaker, and for what they knew, he hadn't changed. "Besides, you don't have to be lonely just because you haven't got a boyfriend."
"Because my friends are so much better!" Isabella answered, the sarcasm dripping from her voice, as she once more rolled her eyes. The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes back at her.
"That's not what I mean," she continued, ignoring Isabella's lack of interest. "Do you know how often I see my parents? Maybe once or twice a week. Want to know how often we have dinner together? Once a month, if I'm lucky. The last time my parents took me somewhere, was for Christmas, and it's November!"
At some point during Liberty's confession, Isabella had turned to look at the hazel-eyed girl. She had never bothered to ask Liberty how her life at home was, she hadn't really cared. She had been too caught up in what was happening to herself, to even look around to see if there was anyone in similar pain. At that moment Isabella felt more selfish than she ever had.
"I'm sorry-" she began, unsure of how to help. Liberty was massaging her forehead, taking deep breaths. Nobody had ever bothered to hear her out on the crappy parenting-thing, and just getting it out felt good. Also, seeing how surprised and guilty Isabella looked was quite funny.
"It's okay," Liberty half-smiled, running a hand through her soft light-brown curls, that for once were free from her cheerios-ponytail. They'd been on the cheerios together for three years, but never really talked. Sure, they'd discussed boys and stuff, but they had never really talked seriously. It felt nice though, to talk like that. It also felt nice to know they weren't alone, after all.
"Why did you want her to join?" Paige asked Kevin as sat in his living room, the same way they had done so many nights after the "incident". He seemed surprised at the frankness of the question, it almost seemed like he had offended Paige by asking Melody to join Glee club. But that was silly, why would Paige be offended?
"Because she can sing?" He answered very slowly, unsure if that was the answer the auburn-haired girl was looking for. When she rolled her eyes, he figured that no, it wasn't the answer she was looking for.
"I mean, why? Really," she specified, looking him straight in the eyes. The seriousness sort of creeped Kevin out, usually he was the one who wanted to talk, while Paige was the one avoiding the issues.
"That is why, she has a great voice we can use for Regionals."
"Come on, Kevin! Don't you see the way she stares at you?And you're not exactly turning her down, are you?" It was meanest she had ever been to him, it might have been the meanest she had ever been to anyone, excluding her mom just before the "incident". Her harsh word hurt him, deeply. She was rough to him sometimes, but she had never been mean. He couldn't see how she was as hurt as he was. Without another word he left the living room, Paige staying, both were just as lost.
After picking Isabella up from the park, Luke was driving Chrystal home. There was that usual rather uncomfortable silence between the three, it had been that way since Isabella's outburst not all too long ago. It wasn't awkward when she was with them separately, but it was when the three of them were together it was weird. Luke was driving, with Chrystal in the passenger seat, and Isabella in the back, naturally.
When they reached Chrystal's house, she gracefully slid out, kissing Luke goodnight first. Isabella couldn't help but roll her eyes at them, but she didn't feel the need to shout at them in rage. She supposed that was called progress.
"What do you think you're doing?" Luke asked as Isabella undid her seat belt to sit in the passenger seat. "You stay back there, it's like a five minute drive. Put your seat belt back on."
"Yes, mom," rolling her eyes once again, Isabella put her seat belt back on. Her brother could be a real pain in the rear. As aforementioned pain of a brother, drove toward their mansion, Isabella let her mind wander. She thought about what Liberty had said, about her parents not caring, or at least not showing it. Maybe having a jerk for a brother wasn't so bad?
"You did put you seat belt on?" Luke asked, as if he couldn't check that in the mirror. Or maybe it was that bad.
Isabella wasn't paying attention at all as they neared their home. She saw the streetlamps being lit, and noticed the sky darkening. She saw familiar faces walking down the street. A little family walked home, she didn't know them, but they looked very happy.
A loud crashing sound, the sound of tires sliding across pavement and suddenly being jerked forward before being tugged back in by her seat belt, sent Isabella spinning out of her reverie. She saw Luke's head collide with the steering wheel, she heard a woman scream, she felt a stinging pain where the seat belt had stopped her from flying out. Just as her mind was starting to realize what had happened, something hit the back of the car from an odd angle, toppling it unto it's side. She heard the woman scream again, more piercing this time, just as her arm hit the door of the red convertible, and everything went black.
Yes, I know this was shorter than most of the other chapters have been. But I figured I'd leave you with that little cliffhanger just there.
The songs were:
Put the Lime in the Coconut by Harry Nilsson
Part of your world from the Little Mermaid.
So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. My imagination was just gone after about three pages, which is why it's so short.
I know, sad parts are sad. I just can't manage the balance between happy parts and sad parts. Either I write a happy-dappy chapter, or a depressing one. I'm sorry.
As always, please leave reviews, and tell me what you think. Am I neglecting anyone?(I know Jasper hasn't exactly been hogging the spotlight, but I just don't have any ideas at the moment).
If you have any plot ideas, song suggestions, anything, please send them to me(preferably by PM). Because, like I said, my imagination has apparently gone away on vacation. There will probably be another chapter before I leave, I am very sure there will be another. And no ideas are stupid! All will be taken into consideration :)
Oh, and couples' names are also greatly appreciated. I'm terrible at finding them xD They're not really that important, but it's nice to say like; "Did you like Secole in this chapter?" or something like that :P
Oh, and here's a link to hear Starkidgleek4evs singing "Part of your World", so you can hear it in a British accent: uniquelikeeveyoneelsewastaken . tumblr . Com / just make that everyone, fanfiction obviously hates links(this is the fifth time I try to get the link in)
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