a/n: Heeeeeeeeeeeey people! I'm extra happy today since we got out of school for Christmas break! This here's chapter 2 and I so hope you like it! Don't forget to review and tell me what you think! Oh, and FTR, I can only wish that I owned all the sexy superstars in this story, but sadly, all I own is this blue candy cane and Jojo and Danny's retarded asses...not that I can control the bitches anyway:c...
Ooh, wait, I have a white pitbull puppy named Sheamus, does that count for anything?...What? Nothing AT ALL?
Damnit, well then he can carry his lil old shitty ass back on where he came from...
I sigh as I look over the list of names in front of me. I've been writing and scratching things out for days. I just can't decide on who to pick as mentors/guardians for Danny and Jojo in their story!
"Howdy hey!"
"How ya doing?"
I look up from my spot at the kitchen table to see none other than Danny and Jojo walk into the room. Danny comes over and takes a seat next to me at the table like a somewhat civilized person, whereas Jojo hops onto the counter like a damn gorilla, sitting indian style.
"What do you two want this time?"
Danny scoffed,"Why do you always think we want something?"
"...Good point, who's mad at you this time?"
"Wait, what? Why would anyone be mad at us?"
I shrug."You tell me. I just figured that you either A) wanted something, or B)were trying to get away from someone. I mean, it's pretty rare that the two of you ever come around me to just make a friendly conversation, and when you do it either ends in a fight, or I'll have no idea what the hell it is you're talking to me about,"
"I'll have you know, we just wanted to help with the story!"
"And by help with the story, she means pry into your business to try and find out all the tasty shizniblets you refused to tell us before you posted chappy one," Jojo cut in.
I watch amused as she rummages through cabinets before pulling out several packages of "Splenda", tears them open and empties them into her mouth. Let me explain this: After shaving Mike's head, Jojo and Danny have both been punished, because now, Mike bitches constantly about how his beautiful hair is gone for good and how he looks like a smaller, lighter, better looking Big Show(sooo,
not true and of course Mike wouldn't dare say this to Show's face) and how ugly he is bald(sooooo true). Danny isn't allowed to play any video games and Jojo can't have any sugar, both for a week, and they are currently chomping at the bit because of it.
I am highly amused.
"You know, some of the ingredients used in artificiel sweeteners are the same ingredients used in rat poisoning?"
"You know I hot glued Hornswoggle's socks to the back of your headboard" Jojo deadpanned as she glared at me.
My smile dropped and I gaped at her in disbelief, "That's why my room smells like month old ham? Jojo I ought to kill you!"
I glare at Jojo as the little bitch smirks at me. Hornswoggle's feet are frickin digusting...
Danny tries to pull us back to what we were talking about.
"Yo, Mikayla, story info please?" I glare at Jojo one last time before turning to Danny.
"Okay, for one, I finally posted the first chapter of your story,"
"Really? Yay! What's it called?"
"Making Sense of it All and the first chapter is in your point of view. Jojo, chapter two is in yours,"
"Whoop-de-doodle-doo," she deadpanned. Damn, she's deadpanning a lot lately. Maybe she does really need sugar...
I ignore her and go on to address the current problem.
"But, even though I have the first chapter up and about five more chapters already planned out, I won't be able to move any further with the story until I can find mentors for the two of you,"
"Oh, well that's not too big a problem. Who were you thinking?"
I pick up my list of candidates and hand it over to Danny. As she starts looking over it slowly, I catch a feeling of awkwardness. I look up and Jojo is staring at me, her head cocked to the side curiously.
"What?" I ask. She simply continues to stare at me blankly. I stare back at her just as blankly. We sit, staring at one another the whole while that Danny reads over the list.
Just as Danny looks up, Jojo finally straightens and speaks.
"You are really dense, aren't you?" She snides as she smirks at me. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Danny, I mean it's not like Jojo has anything to say that'll really make any sense.
"Okay, so looks like you've narrowed it down to about nine choices,"
"M-hm. What I was trying to do was find someone who had somewhat the same wrestling style as you guys, would be a moderately good influence on you, was pretty responsible, had the same types of interests as you, and could deal with crazy teenage fangirls who are surrounded by extremely hott, half naked men," I try to explain.
All I get in return are blank stares from Jojo and Danny before all three of us burst into laughter.
"You're seriously trying to find TWO Mr. Rights out of YOUR musi ? Mickey, I hate to tell you this, but you're going to be searching forever!" Jojo laughs.
"Hey, they aren't all THAT bad..." I try to defend, but the fact that I burst out laughing immediatley after doesn't really support my cause.
"Well not all of the guys here are too bad," Danny starts. At least SOMEONE'S taking my side...even if it is just for the moment and I'm sure she'll be back at my throat before I can finish making the decision.
"Well who've you got there?" Jojo asks as she takes a jar of honey out of the cupboard, pops the top and starts to squeeze it into her mouth.
"Hey, I thought you were grounded from eating sugar! Mikayla, Jojo's disobeying you...again..." my John Cena muse calls as he walks in, speaking in the whiniest, most aggravating tone ever.
"She's not disobeying me, John. I don't count honey or splenda as real sugar, she can have as much of that crap as she wants,"I groan out.
"Yeah, now shut up since no one likes you and you smell like week old nutria piss," Jojo spits at him.
"Hey, Stop being so mean to poor Johnny!" I defend.
"Yeah, girl. Stop being so mean to poor lil Johnny...And what the hell is a nutria?" John says, directing the question over to me.
"A humoungous, fawnky, hairy, glorified muskrat with an orange overbite,"
"Huh...So it looks a little something like Big Show back when he still had a full head of hair?"
"Nuh...more like Tyler Reks...or CM Punk before he finally found a razor and shaved his chest,"
"OKAY- Back to the important stuff! We still need to decide who's going to mentor us," Danny cut in.
Oh yeah...Dammit, that's more work for me.
"Alright, the list is divided into two sides: one side for Jojo, one side for Danny. On Jojo's side, we've got Zeke, Chris, Steve, Kane,RVD and possibly R-truth, Batista,or Randy,"
"What do you mean by possibly? Aren't they all just options at the moment?" Jojo asks.
"Yes, but I don't have as many ideas for R-truth and I don't really see the two of you getting along as well as I think you would with some of the other choices, I kinda had a bit of an idea for Batista as a heel in the story, and Randy is really a last resort kind of choice,
since if I use Randy as your mentor then I'd have to have Cena as Danny's mentor, and though Cena and Orton are going to be in the story no matter what, I really don't want to use them as main characters-"
"Excuse you!"John scoffs crossing the kitchen to where I'm sitting,"What's wrong with having me as a main character in their story?"
"Well for one you're overused, but mainly it's because you aren't really the personality I need for this part. If I can't find anyone else though, you will be a main character,"
"Mhm, the story will suck ass but you'll be the main character...like you are in almost every last damn wrestling story on this site,"Jojo says slowly in an aggravated tone.
"Harsh, but just a smidgeon true. But John, I'm practically sure you'll love the part I already have planned out for you in the story,"
"Practically sure? The same way you were practically sure that nothing would happen to the cat if you gave it a bowl of seafood gumbo that had tabasco sauce, Louisiana Hot Sauce, Slap ya momma seasoning, and creole gumbo seasoning in it?"
WHY THE HELL DID SHE BRING THAT UP? So maybe the gumbo was kinda spicey, but how was I supposed to know the damn cat would catch a bad case of the shits?...So much cat mess...
"Um...Okay, on Danny's side we've got Big Show,Rey, Batista, John(possibly),Mason Ryan,Edge, HBK, Mark-"
"Henry? HELL TO THE NAW! Pick again!"
"NO YOU IDIOT! Mark Calloway. And what's wrong with Henry?"
"HE'S FROM TEXAS!"
"So is HBK..."
"Yeah, but HBK doesn't eat kittens!"
"Now you know damn well that big black man don't eat no kittens, fool!" Damn, Danny makes me worry about her sometimes.
"For the record, although Mark doesn't eat kittens, Shawn does eat Bambi's cousins, Thumper's too..." My Jack Swagger muse informs, smirking at the look of horror on Danny's face as he walks in and goes to the fridge.
"Mickey!" She calls in a shaky voice as she stares bug eyed at Jack.
"Swagger, stop trying to traumatize Danny, don't you think she's corrupted enough?"
Jack looks from Danny to me as he leans against the counter near Jojo, drinking grape juice straight from the bottle. He took a few big gulps before taking the bottle away from his lips and dropping it into Jojo's lap who narrowed her eyes irritated from her spot behind him.
"Neh...I'd say Jojo's waaaay more corrupted than Danny is. So Danny thinks Santa's real, she still isn't the one who believes that her reflection in the dark is evil and will come out of the mirror to attack her," Jack says as he takes a box of cinnamon toast crunch out the cupboard and takes a handful of it out and chomps down.
Ooh, bad move.
I see Jojo's eyes flash with rage and her jaw clenches tight as she fingers the carton of grape juice on her lap. No, don't do it, don't do it dammit! I plead over to her with my eyes.
"Jack, take it back,NOW!" I beg him.
"What for, I didn't- GAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Shit," I mutter as I watch the dark purple liquid flow down over Jack's head and down all over the floor. Behind me, John and Danny both cough back laughter. Jack spins around glaring at Jojo who , who meets his glare straight on.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBL-"
"Shut up. Now listen and listen good. 1) Santa is real, that's why you got a attacked by beavers last year. It was number one on my list.
2)No one, and I mean NO ONE touches MY cinnamon toast crunch," She jerks the box from his hand," and 3) How do you know that I'm not the evil doppleganger and that I don't have the real Jojo drugged and locked in some underground secret cave with the squirrels?"
She finishes and an evil smirk comes onto her face.
Jack glares at her,"Evil dopplegangers don't exist, idiot."
Jojo slipped off the counter and started to head to her room,"And lemme guess, in your mind there's no such thing as the Boogie Man either, huh?" She laughs a little as she exits. Why do i have a feeling something bad's about to happen?
Jack huffs, "That's cuz he ISN'T real."
The room got really silent for some reason after that. Not a good sign.
"Uh...Mikayla?"John asks a bit shakily.
"Yes?"
"The floor is wet" My brow furrows and I let my hands slide slowly under my laptop, starting to pick it up.
"No duh, Jojo just spilled juice all over it,"
"Yeah, but juice doesn't move..." Danny says, a hint of fear in her voice.
"What are you two talki-" I stop midsentence as something cold and wet brushes against my bare feet.
"Did you guys feel that?"
"Feel what?" John asks.
At that moment, Danny, John and I all look down. We start screaming and Danny and I pull our feet up off the floor as John leaps onto the counter shrieking. The floor was covered with worms. It was like a damn sea of them!
"Oh, come on! You guys are so stupid! Obviously Jojo's trying to pull a prank on us!" Jack yelled irritated.
John, Danny and I all stare wide eyed at him, disbelievingly. Then of course, and only because it's my house, the lights flash off and a loud, creepy laugh echoes through the house. The three of us all scream again and this time, Danny and I jump up off our chairs followed by John and try to make a run for it, but Jack blocks our way.
"Move!" We both yell.
"No! I'm telling you this is all fake!"
Then, behind us, a faint red light starts to glow, and we turn around slowly, shaking. We're greeted by shining white teeth and a heavily painted face breathing hot air down onto us. I'm sure my eyes grew to be bigger than Katy Perry's, Danny, who has a death grip on my arm, probably just caused an earthquake with how much she's shaking(as if we haven't had enough natural disasters lately), and...oh, shit, please tell me John hasn't just pissed his pants next to me...
The Boogie Man smiles slowly before whispering airily into our faces,"Boo,"
"AAAAAAH!"
It was a mad dash and a scramble of limbs as we all fought to get through the kitchen door. When we managed to push through, John raced down towards the basement and Jack ran shrieking out the front door...and I thought that bastard wasn't scared. Danny and I somehow ended up squished together in the hall closet.
"Mikayla...I'm scared...Do you think he's gone?" Danny asked me. I could barely make out her face in the dark. Not that I was trying anyway. At the moment, much more important matters were going through my head...
"You know I hot glued Hornswoggle's socks to the back of your headboard" Jojo deadpanned as she glared at me.
"Jojo glued Hornswoggle's socks to my headboard..." I say slowly. Danny stares at me shocked.
"Seriously? That's what you're worried about right now? You do realize there's a crazy man in our kitchen, right?"
"Hornswoggle...As in...My Horswoggle muse?"
"No, Hornswoggle, as in the little green frog stuck to a lilypad and shoved up Barrett's ass," Danny growled.
I woul'dve taken the time to demean and bully her, but at the moment only one thing is running through my head:
"I DON'T HAVE A HORNSWOGGLE MUSE!"