I've been talking to a ridiculously disturbed yet brilliant individual with the alias "EpicPenName". Said "EpicPenName" suggested I write KittenFangSpeedy. Seriously. WTF, right? I know, I know.

What a cool kid.

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With a penetrating shriek, the blue-eyed adolescent flung her lamp against the wall, resulting in a faint shatter drowned out by her own sobbing tantrum. The room was dark then, but her volley of hysterical emotions hardly allowed her to acknowledge this.

"I hate you, Daddy! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" She shrilled, but received no response from her proclaimed object of scorn. Killer Moth was likely out for the night, thieving and terrorizing as he often did. Kitten hoped he would get caught.

Another intense pang of frustration compelled her to fling herself on her cotton candy colored canopy bed and punch the mattress vigorously. She screamed into a pillow.

It wasn't long before she heard the familiar melody from whatever pop song was #1 at the time (again, this detail is hardly important) accompanied by a vibrating in the pocket of her jeans. Fang.

"Kitten, baby, what's the matter?" His characteristically droll voice sounded through the static of her receiver.

"Oh, Fangy-Poo!" Kitten cried in anguish. "My stupid daddy GOUNDED me! Can you believe it? I can't go on the class trip, or to senior prom… I'm not even allowed to go out this month! It's horrible!"

"Sucks," Fang agreed. "I'll find some way around it. What did you do to make him that pissed off?"

"I failed math," Kitten admitted.

"I know that's not it. It isn't like you haven't failed classes before." Fang prodded.

"Well, that and…" Kitten paused, bit her lip. "He… found… he found the condoms in my purse."

"Are you serious?!" Fang barked.

Taken aback at her boyfriend's sudden offense, Kitten retorted, "If you had agreed to keep them instead of making me carry them around like a dumb slut, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Hey, you are a dumb slut if you're saying it's my fault!" Fang antagonized.

His words stung. "I'm not your fucking jockey, Fang! You should be able to carry a package of condoms around!"

"Don't fucking swear at me." Fang warned. "I try and comfort you, I steal jewelry for you, I skip parties to see you and you still treat me like shit. I don't deserve this, Kitten. And you don't deserve me. It's over."

"FANG!" She shrieked, although her pink RAZR had already informed her that it was over. The call, not the relationship, although that was diminished as well.

Kitten's mascara began to run as a tear made its way down her cheek. And another, and another. She flung her phone at the wall, and it snapped in two.

"That's the third phone you've gone through this month," A voice said from her bedroom window, and an ocher-haired teenager casually leapt into the room.

"…Speedy," Kitten spoke carefully, wiping her right eye so that her makeup became smudged and asymmetrical.

"The team's keeping close watch on your dad," The archer explained. "I volunteered to make sure his house wasn't ridden with any more mutant swarms."

"I hope they arrest him. He deserves to rot in jail." Kitten commented.

"I agree – but I didn't think that you'd think the same. What's going on?"

"He grounded me," Kitten elucidated simply. "I wasn't allowed to go to prom, anyway, because I failed English. Then he found condoms in my purse and now I can't go on the class trip either. I hadn't even used them yet!" She sighed dejectedly. "And now it's not like I could. Fang broke up with me."

"Rough night," Speedy deadpanned. He contently snaked his arm over Kitten's shoulders and felt her lean into his chest. "Whatever, there'll be other guys."

She smiled.

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