the reason for this taking so damn long is because a few weeks ago i had a seizure and i've never had one before so needless to say i'm sorta freaked out. also sorry this chapter is so long i just have plans for the next chapter and then i got lots of ideas when writing this chapter and i wanted to put them in and omg ok ill shut up now
Logan shifted in his sleep, murmuring something to himself. The hospital door slowly opened, only a shadow in the doorway. A closer look would reveal the figure was holding a butcher knife. As they walked in, Logan stirred in his sleep, causing him to wake up. He opened his eyes to find- no surprise here- Alexis hung over him with her knife, a maniacal grin on her face. Logan's eyes widened, his body frozen in terror and his throat tightening. The psychotic woman started laughing, her eyes bloodshot. As she lifted her arm, the knife gleamed when it hit the light. Her arm swooped down. The only thing that could be seen from behind the curtain was silhouettes: Alexis driving the knife into Logan's chest like a stake through the heart.
Louise's eyes flung open, her body sweating. She had been crying in her sleep somehow. Her bunny ears had been shifted slightly, but still on her head. Louise sat up, crying quietly while fixing her hat. She turned to her bed stand, looking at her phone. She grabbed it and noticed the time. 3:57 AM. Composing a new message, she started to type, using one arm to wipe away her tears.
I doubt you'll get this since the damn hospital probably jacked your phone, but text me back.
Louise sighed and pressed send, looking at her jacket on the coat hook of her door.
Curled up in the hospital bed, Logan stared at the curtain separating the room. No one was even on the other side; he was the only one in the room. What was the point? He wanted to look out the window, even if it was windy, rainy, and dreary outside. The room was cold. What the fuck was up with that? 10 floors, millions of dollars, and you can't even afford heating and cooling for one room? And he wasn't even on one of the higher floors; he was on the first floor of all places. What a bunch of losers. Logan hated this place with a passion. The nurse was always acting like she had an oak tree up her ass. Not a stick, an oak tree. Logan groaned and turned onto his good side. The metal frame under him started to make a loud vibrating noise. Leaning down, Logan slipped his phone (that he had snuck in) out of a spot in the frame. He read the message, surprised it was from Louise, and smirked. He started to type.
You'd be surprised at my ability to sneak things into places.
Louise: Like your butt?
Logan: Shut up. (Besides, that's Gene's specialty.) Why are you awake?
Louise: Had a nightmare. Can't fall back asleep. (Who the hell is Scott, anyway?)
Logan: What was it about? (I have no idea.)
Louise: Does it matter? Why are you up?
Logan rolled his eyes before typing.
Logan: I hate it here. I can't sleep.
Louise: …Are there locks on the window?
Logan: The window in the hospital room? Why?
Louise: JUST GO LOOK.
The blonde steadily made his way out from the blankets to the window. His cerulean eyes darted around the metal frame of the window while he ran his hand over one of the locks. Logan was just about to walk back to his bed where his phone was before lightning struck outside, the outline of a small figure appearing. The blonde's heart stopped for a moment as he jumped back, away from the window, almost falling to the floor. Another flash of lightning revealed the figure to be none other than Louise.
The bunny ears of her hat were wildly flying about, the owner smiling mischievously and blushing lightly. Logan stared at the young woman like she was nuts. He slowly pried the window open, exclaiming, "Louise, are you crazy?! It's after 4 AM on a Friday! You're not even supposed to be here!" Louise grinned before climbing into the room through the window. "Happy to see you, too, Logie-bear!" He cringed. "That's what your old hag calls you, right?" Only his mom called him that, and judging by a few nights before, he wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon. "Why the hell isn't there a screen on this window anyway? What a shitty hospital."
"Yeah, I've established that already. Louise, uh, about my mom…" he trailed off. Louise ignored him, looking around the room. "Uh, what are you doing…?" he questioned. "Trying to find one of those dumb gown things, what does it look like I'm doing?" she said, rummaging through cabinets. Logan blushed bright red. "What the fuck? You're taking your clothes off?!" Louise looked back at him angrily. "Not in front of you, dweeb!" The blonde laughed. "Oh, what a shame," he sneered. She threw a towel at him. "Perv!" she picked up a folded gown in one of the cabinets along the wall. Louise turned to Logan, spotting the curtain behind him.
Smirking, she got behind the curtain, dragging it so it surrounded her. Logan stared at the curtain, blushing. "You know you could just go to the bathroom over there, ri-" the man said before being cut out by a wet green shirt flying from above the curtain and landing on his head. He sighed, keeping the shirt on his head. A grunt of disapproval was heard from the girl on the other side of the curtain. "What is it?" Logan asked, taking the damp shirt off his head. "My hat is all wet," she said, annoyed, "and it's just making me more cold."
"Then take it off?" The girl laughed. "You're joking right? It's fucking hideous back there. And so am I." Logan fought back the urge to object, but instead went over to the lightswitch and turned it off. "Here, we can keep the lights off, how does that sound? And you can keep it with you until it dries, and then you can put it back on." Louise sighed, pulling back the curtain, dressed in a hospital gown and her hat. Too dark for Logan to tell, Louise had kept her long sleeved shirt on to hide her arm. Before she could take her hat off, she felt it being lifted off of her head. "Goddammit, Logan!" she snarled, the blonde snickering as she snatched it out of his hand. "Just like old times, right?" The young woman hit him in his stomach. He let out a pained groan. "Little bitch," Louise teased. She took her hat away from Logan, looking at it in the dark. "Logan…do you know you're the only one besides my family that has seen under my hat..?" Logan straightened up, a hand on his stomach. "Well, yeah, I figured," he said. "Wait, what about my friends?" Louise sighed and went to the bathroom, twisting her hat above the sink, getting the water out. "They had the attention span of a fly; when I put my backpack on my head to cover it, they had been watching some bimbo from your school." The blonde man watched her as he settled back into his bed on his back. "Hey, that bimbo just so happened to be the object of my affection back then. So why are you here?"
Louise stepped out of the bathroom, then got on Logan's bed. "Wait, I thought you were gonna sleep …over...there…" The blonde trailed off as Louise hissed "move over a little" and curled up under the blankets next to him. She wrapped her arms around Logan's waist, resting her head on his chest, her face starting to heat up. He blushed deeply, looking down at her as he wrapped his arms around her. She looked like she had already fallen asleep. "Well, that was quick," Logan whispered, smiling. He put a hand on the top of her head, his heart sinking as he felt the back of it. Running his fingers over the scars and stitches along the top and upper back of her scalp, he sighed heavily. The scars had no hair over them, making them completely visible, hair growing around them.
"You have no idea how much you drive me crazy, Lulu," Logan whispered to her sleeping body. "And I don't care what you say about yourself," He looked at the hat in her hand and gently uncurled her fingers from it. Smiling, he looked at the hat, which had dried considerably in such little time. He placed it snug on Louise's head, kissing her forehead. "But you're beautiful." As Logan shut his eyes, Louise opened one, giving a small smile.
Alexis sighed, looking at the ceiling of her ratty apartment, a mirror on it. The redhead sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Shit, my roots are starting to show again, she hissed to herself in her head, looking at the black hair stemming from her scalp. The woman then noticed her hand, examining her skin color. Why the fuck am I so white? I'm not even, like, 40% German…
She thought back to earlier that day, then looked at her phone. The background was of a young girl of Hispanic descent, about 7. She had jet black wavy hair and blue eyes, and a smile on her face. At the time of the picture, the girl's hands were a blur but faintly made signs. The woman smiled a bit before sitting up. "I wonder where you are now…" Alexis whispered, smiling sadly and looking at a framed picture on her dresser, the picture being the same exact image of the girl. "I'm just glad Grandma had this picture of you to let me keep…" I have to stop all this, for her…I'm psycho; this isn't what she would want, right? I mean Jesus Chri- Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a new text message. She sat up. The fuck? It's like 4 AM…?
"Hey, emo chick, what are you doing here so late?" Alexis strode up behind Courtney. She had piqued a strange interest in the shorter girl. The raven haired girl jumped a bit, startled. The necklace that had been in her mouth fell out. "Oh, hi, I was just studying for a test tomorrow," she said, flipping through a book. "My dad and step mom are pretty noisy and this is pretty much the only way I can get this crap done. Why are you here?" The taller girl towered over Courtney, her attention focused on the books on the table. Spanish and ASL? Alexis stared at it in shock a few moments before Courtney's voice brought her back down to earth. "Hello? What are you looking at?" Courtney questioned before looking at the books. "Oh, this? It's just books for-"
Alexis started furiously signing words to the girl. ¿Sabes la lengua de signos en espoñal? Courtney looked at her, confused. "What…? Is that another language you're signing? I just started Spanish, so…" The redhead frowned. "Oh," she said, annoyed. "I asked if you knew sign language in Spanish, but you obviously don't, so forget it."
The purple tips of Courtney's hair started moving a bit as she began to sign. I know ASL.
Alexis sighed as the two began to converse silently. That's just as good, I guess…
Why did you ask if I knew sign language in Spanish?
Alexis smirked. It's called LSE in Spain.
The other girl continued signing with a puzzled look on her face. You're from Spain?
My parents are from Spain. We moved from there after my sister turned 7. She's deaf and only knows LSE. I learned ASL once we got to America because I was going to teach her it, but things got in the way, so it never really happened…
The glasses on Courtney's face lowered a bit as she quickly signed back with ease. Oh. I didn't know you were Hispanic. You look German if anything.
Yeah, I get that a lot. My eyes aren't actually blue. Alexis signed before pulling a contacts case out of her bag. Courtney smiled a bit. Can I see you without your contacts? The half Hispanic woman blushed before putting her bag down on the table. Uh, sure?
Alexis sat down and after a few minutes the blue contacts were out, her chocolate brown eyes facing Courtney. You look better with brown eyes. Courtney smiled. Thanks… Alexis looked down before quickly putting them back in.
Why did you put them back in? You looked good, Courtney signed. Alexis kept her hard gaze on the table. A pair of angry brown eyes looked back at her in her head. "Alexis?"
Courtney shook Alexis's shoulder somewhat roughly, bringing the woman back to reality. "What?" she hissed, grabbing the smaller woman's wrist violently. Courtney looked back at Alexis, concentrating on her eyes. Something wasn't right. She calmly placed her hand on the angry woman's free hand, squeezing her hand. It's alright. Alexis's eyes widened, seeing a different pair of blue eyes in Courtney's. The redhead let go, feeling her eyes heat up with tears.
"I have to go," Alexis said as she rushed out without her contact lens case. Courtney called after her to wait, but it was no use. Sighing, she pushed back her glasses and picked up the case and slipping it into her pocket.
Alexis looked at her phone, 1 new message from a number not saved in her contacts.
hey! It's courtney. I got your number from louise. :)
The redhead gagged. She didn't think Louise would want anyone talking to her. And of all people, it had to be this airhead.
Alexis: Wtf r u doin up 4 am?
Courtney: uhh I could ask the same for you, lol. Idk I cant sleep
Alexis: Idk y im up either. Thinking bout shit I guess
Courtney: like what? your life in the fabulous spain? Lol
Alexis stared at the screen. She shook her head and bit her lip, starting to type something out before the lights went out. "The fuck?" Alexis got up from her bed and looked out the window at the power line a good 40 feet away. It had been broken from getting tangled in a tree branch. "Oh Christ," she said as she typed out a message. my power just went out…shit and my phones gonna die
The woman almost dropped her phone when she read a text from Courtney inviting her to come over.
"My parents are out in Chicago for some promotional stuff my dad did," Courtney said, causing Alexis to perk up at the mention of the city. "The only reason I'm doing this is because you're Louise's girlfriend, and I'm sure she'd do the same for you," Courtney grinned as she led the taller woman down the hall. Hah, doubt it… The lesbian scoffed, "Chicago sucks. And I'm only doing this because you're Louise's friend." How was this girl so goddamn happy all the time? Courtney opened the door to her room, humming happily. "Alright, well, this is my room, you'll be staying here," she chirped.
Alexis looked around the room. Purple everywhere; posters of crappy pop singers were plastered on the wall. One in particular caught Alexis's eye: "…Selena Gomez," she said in disgust. Courtney nodded. "Yeah, why? You don't like her?" The taller woman looked down at her boots. "She just brings back bad memories, okay?" Courtney frowned. "Sorry, do you want me to take it down?" Alexis looked back up at her with a face that read "Are you crazy?" "Wha-No! Man, you're weird," she muttered. Why would she do all this for me? Courtney smiled then rubbed one of her eyes. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed, night!" she said as she turned and walked out of the room.
Watching her leave, Alexis felt a pang of loneliness. She couldn't remember the last time that someone actually let her stay in their home. Slipping her clothes off and putting sweatpants on, Alexis lay in Courtney's bed, staring at the ceiling. After a good 15 minutes, the redhead drifted off to sleep.
Stepping out of the cab while holding a younger girl's hand, a girl the age of 10 looked out at the small house in front of her. This was her home now, whether she liked it or not. And she most certainly didn't like it one bit. Helping the child behind her out of the car, the black haired girl looked her over. Blue eyes like their mother, wavy, curly black hair like their father. The older girl smiled at her, which in return granted her a smile back.
"Alejandra, quit standing around with your sister and help us bring the bags inside," said an older, German-sounding woman in Spanish around the age of 30. With red hair and blue eyes, she most certainly did not look half Hispanic. Carrying a big suitcase out of the trunk from the cab and up to the steps of the house, the mother was being watched by the mentioned girl before her younger sister tugged on her hand. Alejandra turned to the younger girl, lifting her hands and making signs. Mom wants us to help bring our stuff into the house. The little girl stuck out her tongue in disgust. I don't wanna! Allie, can you help me? The older sister smiled and nodded.
A tall, gruff man with dull, brown eyes stood next to the cab, paying the driver. Gathering the last of the family's belongings, the man carried them into the somewhat bare house. "Maria, where the hell is the TV?" he called out. The auburn haired woman returned from around the corner, frowning. "Juan, it's coming next week, I told you that already," she said softly, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, visibly shaking.
Alejandra was helping her younger sister unpack her toys when the loud sound of a smack and a thud were heard from downstairs. The girl froze. Oh. Oh, no. No. No. He PROMISED he'd stop. Alejandra quickly signed to her sister 'Stay here,' before leaving the room and getting on the floor. She slowly crawled to the top of the stairs and sat on one, looking down below around the corner.
Sprawled out on the floor, the mother struggled to get up as her husband screamed obscenities at her in their native language. "I worked my ass off to get us out of that shitty slum in Palma de Mallorca and get us into this crappy suburb of Chicago, and you don't even have the basics? You're a disgrace, you dumb broad. Why can't you make yourself useful and be as hot as those Playboy models? The biggest mistake I ever made was marrying you," was all Alejandra heard as she held herself. Hearing her father's footsteps coming towards her, the young girl bolted back into the room she shared with her sister. Adriana, Dad's really angry, don't bother him, okay? she frantically signed. Adriana frowned and nodded half-heartedly. The girl had no idea how blessed she was to not hear their father abusing their mother every night and day. It had been this way back in Spain, too.
It continued like this for almost a year. Mr. Alvarez always found a reason to hit his wife every night. It didn't matter how serious it was, even the littlest of problems would result in a beating. The sisters stayed close together, even in grade school. There were no others who knew LSE. Alejandra took it upon herself to learn ASL, something she wanted to teach to Adriana. But it never happened. The day Alejandra turned 11, she snapped.
She just couldn't take it anymore. Her father had been screaming at Maria all day for not being able to have a cake for Alejandra (Deep down he only wanted some for himself). Later that night, Juan was screaming at his wife once more for something trivial. Alejandra finally stepped in. Tugging at her father's arm angrily, Alejandra didn't expect to be flung across the room. Her back shattered the glass of the mirror on the wall on impact. "Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! I wasn't talking to you!" the man growled. Adriana ran to her mother to help her up as her father stormed out of the room. The older sister struggled to sit up, clenching her jaw in sheer agony as she forcibly pulled out a large shard of glass from her arm. She almost felt as if she was going to black out, before her mother's voice broke into her thoughts.
"Allie, you have to get out of here," the woman cried, holding her youngest child. "You still have my sister's address in that little notebook I gave you, don't you?" Alejandra nodded, crawling over to her mother. "Go. Go to her house, and from there, I want you to do something for me." Maria bit her lip before continuing. "There's no hope for Adriana out there in the world, that's why I want you to move. Move away. Your grandmother is in New Jersey; I want you to go there. Change your name, your hair, your eyes, do ANYTHING to make sure if your father ever came looking for you, he wouldn't recognize you." She was crying at this point. Alejandra objected at first, but hearing her father's footsteps accompanied by the cock of a gun and loading bullets, she quickly hugged her mother and sister goodbye. Alejandra was terrified to leave them behind, but she knew her mother knew what was best. Sprinting out of the house through the back door, Alejandra let out a shriek the moment she heard a single gunshot. She started to turn back, but Adriana was at the window, firmly signing no, tears running down her face. Running down the block, Alejandra almost got struck by a car dashing into an alleyway. Collapsing onto the ground, she pulled out her pocketbook and looked through it, staring at the address written.
Courtney trotted into her room, going toward the window to open the blinds. She was caught off guard by the sight of Alexis, who was crying.
"Alex! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" The red head got up and turned away, wiping her face. "No, I'm fine," she mumbled hoarsely. Courtney sat on the bed next to her, and wrapped an arm around her. Alexis pushed away. The other girl sat in silence until something came over her.
"Alexis, why do you hate Selena Gomez?"
Alexis lifted her head from her hands, looking at the floor. "My sister liked her. She would sign the lyrics with her hands a lot, even though she had no idea what her voice sounded like," she said quietly. Courtney frowned. "Where is your sister?" Alexis almost gagged, a horrible feeling rotting in the pit of her stomach. "I-I don't know. I'm done talking about this," she hissed. Getting up, she walked out of the room, but Courtney followed close behind.
"Alexis, wait. I…decided to ditch school today. It's senior ditch day. It's, like, 9." Alexis looked at her phone for the time then shrugged, obviously not concerned. "And I did it because, um…" The redhead turned around, facing the shorter girl, who was nervously sucking on her necklace. "What? Spit it out, metalmouth," Alexis said, annoyed. "There's this special music gig over at Wonder Wharf today, and this guy I like is probably gonna be there because he's in a band and Louise's-"
Alexis laughed a bit. "Gene's gay, I thought it was pretty clear. Louise has mentioned him once or twice." Courtney sighed. "I know, but, it doesn't hurt to look, right? Anyway, do you wanna go?"
"With you? Like, on a date?" she snickered. Courtney blushed deeply, frantically shaking her head no. "No, idiot, I meant to go hang out! All you do is talk to Louise, come on, do something different for a change!" Alexis sighed.
"Fine, let's go." Courtney grinned, then spit out her necklace. She laughed sheepishly at the taller woman as it got stuck in her purple braces. Alexis smirked.
"Hurry up, buttface!"
Logan trailed behind Louise running through the crowd, trying to catch up. Almost tripping onto the ground, Logan just barely avoided a barrage of people leaving the amusement park. Louise went through the gate, the words Wonder Wharf above her. "Oh man, I can't wait to mess with the rides when the person running it is on their smoke break," she said as she came to a stop, clasping her hands together and rubbing them. Logan walked up behind her silently before grabbing her around her waist, picking her up and snickering. Flailing her arms, Louise pried her way out of his grip, blushing.
"What was that for, you turd?" she yelled, flustered. Logan laughed in her face. "You're the turd-" he started to say before Louise gave him a light punch in his left arm. She instantly regretted doing it as Logan held his arm in pain. They had been able to leave the hospital earlier that morning as Logan had spent almost a week there, more than enough time needed for his injuries. Louise started freaking out. "Fuck, are you okay?! Dude, it's friggin' bleeding!" Logan took his hand off his arm, blood smeared on it. "God dammit, Louise," he groaned, looking around. Louise pointed towards a red and white tent.
Flinching around a bit, Logan tried to stay still in the chair as the medical attendant wrapped a new bandage around the blonde's arm. Finishing the work, the man stood back up beside Logan. He shifted uncomfortably as Louise's eyes were glued to him. "Uh, is something wrong with your girlfriend?" he said, backing away a little before noticing her pink hat. Logan looked up at the older man, blushing. "She's perfectly fine, and she's NOT my girlf-"
"Lobster guy!" Louise chirped, slamming a closed fist against her palm. "You STILL work here?" The man looked at her confused. "Wait, I know you. You're that little girl with the dumb bunny hat from Bob's Burgers. I go there every so often. I've been part of the medical staff on Wonder Wharf for years." Louise rolled her eyes, "Yes, I am the little girl with the dumb bunny hat, sir. But that's not the point here. I don't know why but I remember you from Lobsterfest, like, ages ago. You gave my brother that shot when he was allergic to that lobster we had. And the next year. And the next. And the next. You remember him, don't you?" "Um, I think…?" he said, not having a clue as to what she was talking about. "He's gay now," she said simply. "Lovely," the man replied dryly, "Now can you guys go now? My boss is gonna be here any second and I want to finish watching The Notebook on my iPad before he shows up." Logan held back a laugh, getting up from the chair. "That movie sucks," Louise scoffed, grabbing Logan's hand as she pulled him out of the tent. "Spoiler alert: the lady he's telling the story to is the chick he loved and now she has amnesia but then she remembers everything and then they both die because they're old n' shit," Louise called out behind her. She turned to Logan. "Courtney made me watch that crap." A loud "GOD DAMMIT" was heard over Logan's laughter as they walked away. "Oh god, are you serious? Some girl in my math class always cries over that movie but she wouldn't tell me why when I asked since she was too busy sobbing." Logan snickered. Feeling Louise's hand in his, Logan looked down at their joined hands. "Uh, Louise, you can let go of my hand now," he said quietly, wishing he had just not said anything at all. Louise jumped back, letting go. "Oh, ew, SICK, I got Logan cooties," she teased before gently pushing a fist against his pink cheeks. Logan smiled.
"Oh god, hide me," Louise suddenly bolted behind the blonde. "He's here." Logan looked at the quivering pink bunny hat behind him. "What?"
"Louise! Hey, Louise!" a redhead ran up to Logan. Logan looked at him, trying to figure out who he was. "Rodney?" he asked. The shorter man frowned. "Rudy," he corrected. Louise sighed and stepped out from behind Logan. "Well, if it isn't Regular-sized Rudy," she said, somewhat annoyed. Rudy smiled and waved to Louise. "Hey, Louise. Hey, Logan. What's up?" he asked. A girl with long light brown hair ran up behind the red head, hugging him. "Rudy, what're you- oh, hi Louise," she said, surprised to see her, "Since when did you come to Wonder Wharf?" The bunny ears on Louise's hat twitched as she groaned. "Hi, Normal-sized Jenny," she mumbled. "Can you stop calling me that? We're not kids anymore, you know," Jenny said, slightly irritated. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny, I wasn't aware those were boobs," Louise pointed to Jenny's small chest. "They definitely aren't normal sized, that's for sure." "Okay, Louise, let's go before-" Logan started to say before witnessing Louise grabbing Rudy by the collar and kissing him. The blonde stared, confused and jealous, all at the same time.
"Seriously, Rudy, you have horrible taste in women that aren't me, we should get together again when Jenny stops asking so many two part questions," Louise smiled as she walked away. Logan watched her leave before running after her, leaving behind a puzzled Rudy and enraged Jenny. "What the hell is your problem? That was in like 5th grade!" Louise flipped the bird, cackling and escaping around the corner.
"Louise, what the fuck was that about?" Logan asked, trying not to sound too upset, more over her kissing Rudy than anything else. The girl with pink bunny ears laughed and turned around, walking backwards. "I thought you knew me and Rudy were a thing once? Or were going to be, anyway." The blonde sighed, "No, I knew that, but why did you just-" "Kiss him?" she grinned. "…Yes!" Louise hopped up on the stone border of the fence. "Because Jenny's a bitch and I love pissing her off," the dark brunette beamed. Logan rolled his blue eyes. "What did she even do you?" Louise stopped, narrowing her eyes.
"Hey Rudy, what are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Why do you ask?" Rudy shut his locker and turned to Louise. "Because I want to beat you up! Why the hell do you think I asked? I'm asking you ou-" Louise didn't get a chance to finish, as Jenny strolled up next to Rudy and grabbed his hand. Louise just didn't get it. Jenny was one of the most popular girls. Rudy was one of the least popular kids in school, as was Louise (but that was only because she avoided everyone like the plague if they weren't her friend). Could it be that there was actual chemistry between them? Louise doubted it, as the irreversible unofficial laws of high school refused anything like that to be physically possible. Louise couldn't help but feel like Jenny was just using the kid: sure, he was sort of weird, but it wasn't terribly annoying or anything; what did Rudy have that Jenny even wanted?
"O-Oh, uh, I think I'm busy," Rudy said nervously; Jenny was all over him without it getting sexual. Jenny looked up from kissing Rudy's neck right at Louise. She smirked, her eyebrows knitted. She was obviously trying to say something. Louise gagged and turned around. As she walked away and Rudy proceeded to get smothered with kisses, the girl in the bunny hat yelled to them without turning around: "Animals! You're just a couple of savages!" Suddenly, Louise felt her hat beginning to feel loose. She quickly yanked down the sides of her hat. Louise's messy binder instantly fell on the floor at her feet, a few things falling out from impact. She turned around, only to see Jenny laughing behind her, a hand on the ears of her hat.
Louise hissed and lashed out at the taller girl, clawing her cheek with her nails. Jenny screamed in terror and let go of the hat, her heels slipping on the floor as Louise lunged towards her. Louise began to yank at Jenny's hair as she sat on top of her. The girl below her tried her best to get the ticking time bomb off of her with no luck. Holding Jenny's head up by her hair, Louise balled her hand into a fist. Several punches later, Louise was dragged off of the poor girl by two guards. "Fucking freak," Jenny groaned, sitting up, holding her eye which was probably bruised. She turned to look at Rudy, but he had vanished. "God, he's such a pussy."
"Louise Belcher, I haven't seen you in a while," said an older, balding man with glasses, sounding somewhat annoyed. "I was hoping I wouldn't see you in my office for the rest of the year, but I see that's not going to happen," he sighed. "Not that I don't enjoy your presence, but…" Louise looked at the man innocently as he sat on the other side of the large desk, just as many times as she had at Wagstaff. "Mr. Frond, you gotta believe me, Jenny started it with her big, dumb, ugly face," Louise smiled. The guidance counselor, much to everyone's dismay, decided that he should move on to bigger and better things, meaning being a high school guidance counselor for the student masses. To Louise's dismay, he chose to do the switch her freshman year of high school.
Mr. Frond frowned. "The principal told me to tell you the consequences of what you did today because he doesn't feel like getting ripped apart today. His words, not mine. Anyway, I hope you have nothing planned the rest of the week, because you're suspended." Louise groaned loudly then got up, standing next to him. "Oh, come on, Mr. Frond! Do me a solid? I mean, we're old pals, aren't we? Me n' you, we're tight!" she exclaimed as she playfully punched him in the arm and put an arm around him, using the biggest smile she could muster. "That's not how I remember it, Louise. Now leave. Oh, but could you ask your mother if I could borrow some of her knitting materials? I lost mine when I brought them to the beach. Damn seagulls," Mr. Frond said, muttering the last part.
"Yeah, sure, whatever Mr. Frond," Louise mumbled, looking at the claw marks Jenny adorned her arm with while walking out the door. Louise being Louise, of course, naturally didn't tell her mother, who panicked at the sight of her slightly beaten daughter like a mama bird protecting its offspring.
"Remember that week you went on vacation last semester? With your bitchy mom or whatever?" Louise asked as she jumped off the stone border. The man nodded. "Yeah, what about it?" Louise's bunny ears bounced a bit as she walked back to Logan's side. "I sort of…beat up Jenny and got suspended the rest of the week," she said, laughing a bit. "Of course, the punishment wasn't too bad, just working at the restaurant the whole time I was suspended, by order of my dad." Logan rolled his eyes. "You would."
Surrounding the two were booths and rides of all different kinds; their bright colors drew them in. "Gene's coming here with Scott later, I think. Me and Gene are gonna play…" Logan said. Louise didn't listen. "Hey, do you wanna go on a ride or something, or…?" Logan said quietly. Louise grinned and looked at him. "Sure. You paid up front, right?" The blonde man shook his head in approval. "Then let's go, dummy!" Louise grabbed his hand, causing Logan to smile.
It was rather busy at Wonder Wharf that day. Most of the attendees were high school seniors. I guess we're not the only ones, Alexis thought to herself. For a brief moment, she could have sworn she saw Louise's bunny ears, but the redhead shook it off as the sound of Courtney squealing while eating cotton candy. Alexis looked over at the girl next to her, smiling to herself. "You really like cotton candy, Courtney," Alexis spoke up. Courtney smiled, "Yeah, it's the only thing I get when I come here. Have you ever had the cotton candy here? Oh man." Alexis looked away. "I've never had cotton candy, period."
The purple tips of Courtney's dyed black hair shook as the owner almost fell from the woman's confession. "You- You what?!" Alexis held back a chuckle. "It's no big deal, really. I just didn't really go anywhere fun as a kid…" she trailed off. Courtney shoved the cotton candy to Alexis. "You want me to try it?" the redhead looked at her. "Well, okay," she said before taking a bite. Alexis's eyes instantly widened, before she grabbed the cotton candy and started eating most of it.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you try a little! Give it back!" Courtney pleaded, moving forward. Alexis lifted her arm holding the treat, causing Courtney unable to reach. The smaller woman whined, jumping up and trying to reach. Courtney leaned her chest against Alexis's while attempting to get her cotton candy back. Alexis laughed a bit, looking up at the hand trying to get at it. She looked down, meeting Courtney's eyes with hers. Courtney's eyebrows furrowed as Alexis smirked at her. "You've got cotton candy on your face, Court." Alexis quickly leaned down and licked the cotton candy from the corner of Courtney's mouth, causing the girl to blush and step away. Alexis handed her the cotton candy. "What was that for…?" Courtney asked shakily, nervously taking the cotton candy from Alexis.
Alexis looked at the girl before gently lifting the tacky (or at least to her) hipster glasses off of Courtney's face. "Remember how you said I look better without my contacts? You look better without these stupid glasses," Alexis said as she tossed them into the trash. "Hey!" Courtney frowned, taking the glasses out and hurrying to a water fountain to wash them. Alexis watched her go, shaking her head.
Scott looked out the car window, trying not to laugh. "So, uh…tell me again why we're going to Wonder Wharf, Mr. Sexy?" Gene kept his eyes on the road, singing along to the song on the radio as they got to a red light. "I got a passion in my pants, and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it!" he belted out then turned to Scott, leaning in really close. "I'm sexy and I know it," Gene said seductively before Scott pushed his face away with his palm, cracking up. "Oh my god, I'm in love with a psycho," Scott laughed. Gene kept dancing in his seat. Scott put his hands on his face, trying to stop laughing.
This continued for a while as Gene drove. "Oh, here comes the best part: …Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!" he sang as he pulled the car into a parking spot far from the entrance. As soon as he stopped, Scott scrambled out of the car and onto the pavement, yelling, "I don't know you!" The brunette dashed out of the car, the music still playing, and ran to Scott's side of the car. He got on one knee, tickling his boyfriend. "You don't believe in the power of sexy! Shun the non-believer!" Scott tried tickling Gene back in an attempt to stop the tickling altogether. Gene stopped, grabbing Scott's wrists and yanking him forward. Scott blushed as Gene kissed him, then looked frantically at the figures making the shadows that cast over them. Making panicked noises, Scott got Gene to pull away. "What?" the musician asked.
"Uh, Gene, this isn't any of my business, but normal people don't make out in a parking lot," Gene heard a familiar male voice and turned. "Oh, hi, Dad," Gene said casually, staying where he was. "Why are you guys here?" Linda smiled at the two men like nothing had happened as Bob shifted uncomfortably. "Linda wanted to come because she kept seeing people walking down the street towards this place. It's an unusually slow Friday, so I said yes," the older man explained. "Ooh, Bobby, can we go on the Ferris wheel?" Linda bounced a bit, clinging to Bob's arm. "Hang on, Lin," Bob said then turned to Gene. "Why are you two here? Alone. In a parking lot. In broad daylight."
Gene grinned at his father. "There's some kind of music festival that me and Logan are gonna be a part of or something." Scott got up, grabbing his partner's hand to help him up. "Why don't you ever tell me where you guys play at? I still haven't seen you up on stage with Logan," Bob asked, Linda letting go of his arm and wandering towards the amusement park. Scott took note of this and followed suit, going unnoticed by both of the Belcher men. "Dad, it's not that I don't want you there, it's just I…" Gene started to explain. "Yeah…?" Bob said impatiently. "…I don't want you there," the son smiled embarrassedly. The father sighed. "Okay, Gene."
Gene's ears perked up at the sound of Scott going "Awww." He was with Linda near the gate, peering at her phone. "And here's a picture of Gene when he was 5," the woman cooed. Gene's eyes practically popped opened and he rushed to his mother. "Oooookay, Mom, it's time to stop showing Scott baby pictures and time to start going to Wonder Wharf's ticket booth! Yeah!" Gene said as he put an arm around his mother and his lover, whooshing them to said ticket booth. Bob followed behind. "I still don't understand why you have to take pictures of pictures when we own them in the first place," he muttered.
Linda's posture stiffened up at the sight of Louise happily dragging Logan around, a large strange stuffed yellow creature in one arm. "Louise!" she shouted, but was not heard. The woman felt a hand on her shoulder, turning her head only to see her husband. "Let her go, Lin," he said before kissing his wife on the cheek. Linda smiled and placed her hand on the one on her shoulder.
"Mom? Dad?" The couple turned around. "Oh, hey, Tina," Bob started to say before noticing the bespectacled male at his daughter's side. "…And weird guy I don't remember meeting." Tina sighed. "Dad, you know Henry, the dorkiest guy in school, 3 schools in a row."
"Uh, no, not really."
"We went to Wagstaff and Huxley together?"
"Not a clue."
Tina groaned and looked at Henry. "Sorry that my dad doesn't remember you, Henry. Ugh, this is so embarrassing." She placed a hand on her head. The fellow dork shrugged and took her by the hand, wandering away from Bob and Linda. "Are they dating?" Linda asked. "I hope not, I mean she could do a lot better," Bob said rather loudly before getting elbowed in the stomach by his wife.
"I can't believe you missed and hit that booth guy right smack dab in the tenders! You have a terrible throw," the girl cackled atop the Ferris wheel.
"So, Louise, what are you gonna name this guy?" Logan looked at the large yellow cat-like creature in Louise's hands. "Hmm, I dunno…Chiyo-Chichi?" the girl looked at it. "Oh great, another one of those Japanese things," Logan teased. "Hey! Besides, he's not Japanese, he looks like he speaks English to me." "More like Engrish," Logan remarked. Louise looked at the toy then faced it to Logan, talking through it in a deep voice and with an Engrish tone. "Hello, everyone! How are you? Fine, thank you. I wish I was a bird!" The blonde man looked at the girl next to him in the Ferris wheel seat. "Why are you so weird?" Logan laughed. "Then again it's one of the things I like about you," he added somewhat quietly. "Logan Bush?! Likes my personality?! NO WAY!" Louise teased the man, hugging the cat against her stomach. "Oh, yeah? Well, tell me one thing you like about me, then, Miss 'I Have No Feelings,'" Logan spoke up. Louise's smile withered away as she looked down at the lit nighttime below them, the only light with them being the one attached to the top of the seat.
"You take me seriously," Louise spoke softly into the night.
Logan turned his head, looking at the crestfallen girl. "What do you mean?"
"I feel like nobody takes the time to actually listen to what I have to say. Everyone usually just passes off whatever I want to say as 'Oh, Louise's just being Louise again," or 'Don't worry, Louise would never in a million years actually have feelings.' It's, like, since I was a kid I've built up this wall around myself with sarcasm and insults as my defense. But then you came along and broke through the wall and I…" The bunny ears on Louise's head seemed to droop as she spoke. "I mean, I know the only reason that you did was to bully me, but…"
"But…?" Logan asked.
"Logan, do you remember how we even met?" Louise smiled.
The corners of Logan's mouth rose a bit. "Well, my recollection of it might be different from yours. Some guy in my Spanish class was talking one day about how his brother got assaulted by a little girl in a pink bunny hat. I wasn't much of a popular kid in freshman year, kids tended to avoid me because I bullied since I was in 7th grade, so I figured if I got your hat I'd get attention. Looking back, it was really stupid, but I'm actually really glad I did it."
"Why?" the girl pondered.
"Because I got to meet this adorable little ticking time bomb that I thought I could conquer, and watched her grow up to be this beautiful, feisty firecracker that could kick my ass in a heartbeat."
Louise felt her heart skip a beat. "I'm not beautiful, not with what's under this hat," she said bluntly.
"Louise, look at me," Logan said in a serious tone, placing his hand on hers, using the other to put it on the side of her face when she turned her head. Louise blushed deeply as the blonde moved in before she shut her eyes and leaned in as well. The two were inches away from each other when:
"YOU'RE A COUPLE OF SLUTS!" "I think it's nice."
The two froze as they heard the brother-sister team, then proceeded to curse them out in their separate ways. "GODDAMMIT, GENE!" and "OH, COME ON!" were heard from the man and woman, respectively.
Sitting in awkward silence until the ride was over, Logan quickly bolted from his seat the moment the metal bar protecting them was lifted. Louise held Chiyo-Chichi close as she called after him. "GET BACK HERE, YOU PUSSY!" Walking up behind her, Gene and Tina stood next to her, watching Logan go. "Hey, that's what I called him, too!" the musician retorted. Louise's bunny ears shook as she looked at her brother. "Wait, you did? For what?"
Gene felt a shiver go down his spine. "Uh, nothing. Nothing at all." Louise looked at him angrily. "For what, Gene?!" The man backed away a bit, bumping into a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, Scott at the other end of them. "Well, you see, Louise, I don't know if there's a difference when a man really likes a woman seeing as I've only liked men, but…"
Louise stared at Gene then asked, "…Really likes?"
"Remember when Courtney 'like liked' me? Yeah, it's like that except Logan's not all over you like a monkey that has a really cool gorilla dad," Gene stated, grabbing Scott's hand. The taller dusty blonde stood behind Gene, confused as all holy hell. "I may or not have called him a pussy after he fled the scene at that gig we did at the pub because it may or may not have been Logan's way of telling you, 'Hey, Louise, let's make out because I really like you and have romantic feelings for you!' But you didn't hear it from me. Now, I gotta go, alright? We're up in like ten minutes." And with that, Gene and Scott walked away.
"I…what?" Louise said, dropping the plush toy to the ground. Tina put a hand on her little sister's shoulder, a big smile on her face. "I knew it! This is all going to according to plan, at least according to the friend fiction I'm writing," the bespectacled sister chirped as happily as her low voice could go. Tina picked up the plush cat-like creature from the ground. "Louise, did Logan- Louise! Where are you going?" Tina shouted. Her younger sister ran away, her mind in a daze. Oh no. No. No no no no no. Not this crap again! I convinced myself about all the other boys that I liked them, but there is no way in hell I will give in for Logan!
"She forgot her cat…" Tina said, looking down at it in her hands. "Your face sorta looks like…Jimmy Jr.'s butt."
Logan took a deep breath before looking out at the crowd in front of him. Gene had managed to snag a spot in the yearly music festival. The 21 year old still had no interest in making this a lifetime thing, singing was just another hobby, like skateboarding. Logan didn't plan on doing anything spectacular this performance, just sing then get out. As Gene started to play, Logan looked at Gene's friend, Joey, who had pretty much became a member at this point. Logan tried to swallow his fear as he took one last deep breath.
"Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends," Logan began to sing. "So take it easy on me, I'm afraid; you're never satisfied." Louise watched Logan as she stood in the crowd, her face still red.
Here we go again
We're sick like animals
We play pretend
You're just
A cannibal
And I'm afraid
I won't get out alive
No, I won't sleep tonight
Louise squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if this was all just a dream. Opening her eyes, she caught the attention of Logan, who had noticed her in the audience mid bridge.
Oh oh
I want some more
Louise blushed before lifting a hand and waving nervously, causing Logan to blush.
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight
Tina started to walk to Louise, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "She knows, Tina. And if she doesn't, she'll figure it out," Scott smiled. Tina stood still for a moment, then nodded and smiled back.
Here we are again
I feel the chemicals kickin' in
Logan shifted a bit while using his electric guitar, trying not to stare at Louise. His eyes kept dragging back to her, though, and latched on. As the blonde sang, "It's getting heavy, and I wanna run and hide, I wanna run and hide,"his thoughts told a similar story. I'm sorry, Louise. I'm not really sure, but I think I probably fucked up everything between us. Logan did his best to not show off that he was upset.
I do it every time
You're killin' me now
And I won't be denied by you
The animal inside of you
The chorus ringing in her ears once more, Louise couldn't tear herself away. No, no, he doesn't, that's ridiculous, Louise. She was interrupted by Tina, who held the plush in front of Louise's face. "I think this is yours," Tina said, handing it to her and walking away to give her room.
Hush, hush, the world is quiet
Hush, hush, we both can't fight it
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
Whoa, I won't sleep tonight
Louise stared at the plush.
I won't sleep tonight
Her grip on the cat tightened, whole body shaking.
Here we go again,
Fuck.
Here we go again,
Oh my fucking god.
Here we go again,
I'm in love with him.
Oh oh
I'm in love.
I want some more
With Logan.
Oh oh
Logan goddamn Bush.
What are you waiting for?
This can't be happening.
Take a bite of my heart tonight
But… She looked up at the blonde on the stage.
Oh oh
What if he doesn't love me?
I want some more
Oh shut up, dumbass. You know he does.
Oh oh
But what if it was one of his stupid tricks again?
What are you waiting for?
No.
What are you waiting for?
He's stupid, but he's not that stupid.
What are you waiting?
He's up there singing about a girl who he loves. Me.
Louise looked back down at the plush during the remainder of the song, but lifted her head back up to catch the ending.
What are you waiting for?
He's got balls, that's for sure.
What are you waiting for?
I don't know, honestly.
Say goodbye to my heart tonight
Logan smiled out at the audience, as did Gene and Joey, as they heard applause. Louise called out Logan's name as the band took their leave, but her call was left unnoticed.
Now or never, Louise thought as she found her sister and tossed her the cat. Darting through the crowd and around the stage to the back, Louise ran into Logan. She caught her breath. "Hey, Lulu, what's up?" Logan asked as he put down his guitar, smiling. "Logan, I gotta ask you something, and I'm not fucking around, I swear," Louise said, a bit of worry in her voice and her face bright red.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?" Logan asked, not noticing a familiar shadow creep up a few feet behind Louise. The chains of her boots made a faint noise as she stepped into view.
"Logan, will you go out with me?"
The blonde's cheeks flushed the moment she finished her sentence. "I…What?" This isn't really happening, is it?
Louise shouted at him. "I'm asking you out, dumbass! Do you want to be my boyfriend or not, idiot?!"
Logan blushed harder. "Well, uh…" he said, about to finish it off with acceptance. Alexis caught Logan's eye, who was standing behind Louise. The redhead took out her pocketknife and moved it in front of her neck, imitating slitting her throat. Logan felt his heart drop as he realized he had only one choice if he wanted Louise and himself to live. Knowing Alexis, she would kill them.
"I'm sorry, Louise," the blonde choked before grabbing his guitar and turned around, walking away from Louise, who looked like she saw a ghost. "I'm so sorry," Logan whispered as he fought back tears and failed.
The girl in the bunny hat trembled as she felt tears run down her cheeks. Louise fell onto her knees and watched him go, the night masking his silhouette completely. Her mind was blank, feelings of fury and depression welling up inside as she started to cry loudly.
Logan started to run when he heard her cries from far away. You don't deserve a pussy like me…
Alexis lifted an arm, gripping her pocketknife and hovering over Louise a few feet away. She brought it down harshly, but before it made impact to the girl, who was now curled up on the ground, Alexis's arm was halted. She looked at the hand on her arm, black finger polish adorning the nails. Alexis looked behind her, facing an infuriated Courtney, her glasses gone. The redheaded lesbian's gaze fell to the ground as she pulled her arm back. Courtney pulled Alexis away, whispering no to her.
Louise sobbed for a good 5 minutes before her brother and sister found her and embraced the trembling woman.