MUAAAHAHAHA! I brainstormed...at the swimming pool. I paid to get in, but I started brainstorming ASAP. And thinking about the next 2 chapters (including this one), I stopped to read...Yeah...
I doubt I can update for a long time (okay, I did that despite my holidays...) but NEVER MIND! MUAAAHAHAHA!
HAPPY 2009 PEEPS! (Now, 'Happy New Year' isn't applicable. It's 2009 already!)
And by the way, THE FOUR OCS ARE HERE!
The principal cracked his knuckles menacingly, cleared his throat, and tapped the mic confidently.
The students, who were whispering away, stopped their chatter and leaned forward earnestly. Ash, who had been observing the principal for some time, sighed and crossed his arms.
"Hello, wimps and wimpettes." The principal hissed, and then he gave the students a smirk. Anyone who DARED to defy HIM would be SORRY. "We are holding a wimp-and-wimpette dance."
Before anyone could ask questions and start chatters, the principal...growled.
"TODAY. So once you are released from school, you have to be back in the hall in two hours. Wear anything to make you look like a wimp, a wimpette, or someone worthy for someone else to even cast his or her eyes upon. THE TEACHERS AND I DON'T REALLY CARE." And he cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh crap, here comes the signature scream..." Drew muttered, shoving his book, which he had cleverly hidden away from view, into his bag. Everyone else did so as well, aside from a few who didn't take out anything at all, but they just picked up their bags from the floor.
When the throat-clearing was done, everyone held their breaths.
"Now. SCRAM, YOU STUPID NOOBS! OUT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" And he...roared.
Everyone, at the word "SCRAM", jumped out of their seats and in an orderly yet hurried manner bolted out of the hall. The stupid ones left behind were hosed down by the teachers. The principal gave the students an evil cackle to give them nightmares for the whole week. "GIVE ME AN ESSAY ON HOW YOU GOT SPOOKED BY ME!..."
May groaned in frustration as Whitney launched into her fashionista mode. "May, do you have that red scarf you used for Art? I absolutely ADORE it! It'll look awesome with my dress!"
"...You have a dress prepared already?" The brunette asked, unloading all her books into her bag. After all, they wouldn't be needing it next year...
"Of course, darling! Why, I have dresses for every occasion! Balls, dates, weddings, funerals, and even selected dresses for shopping sprees! I have a whole wardrobe for every little blouse, skirt, pants, dresses...even socks!" She winked at May, "And I classified them."
Jasmine who had been busy arranging her books rolled her eyes. "You can just say you have a shopping mall within your wardrobe, Whitney."
"...Good point."
At that time, Misty strolled to her locker, which was next to the three girls'. She ripped it open, and then she screamed as heaps of roses, hearts, chocolates fell on top of her. A note fluttered from the locker and landed right at the top.
The orange-haired girl struggled to get up. "MISTY! You okay down there...?" May asked, grabbing Misty's exposed arm. Whitney and Jasmine followed suit. "Ready, girls?"
And immediately after that, the three girls started yanking on Misty's arm with all their might. "KYAA!- ARGHH!"
The orange-haired girl was saved from death by chocolates, hearts, and roses.
All four of them landed on the floor with a loud THUD. Misty peered at what almost caused her death, and she smiled. "Hey, I don't really mind getting killed by Brendan's gifts."
"...You should have TOLD US THAT!"
Jasmine stood up and handed Misty the note that was on top of the heap:
BE MY DATE FOR THE BALL!
I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOUR EYES SPARKLE IN THE BALL LIGHTS
YOUR SMILE THAT MAKES ME GO DIZZY
AND YOUR LOVE, OH-SO EVERLASTING!
XOXO
BRENDAN-KUN!
Everyone aside from Misty sweatdropped. Jasmine coughed. "Well...Misty, that's kinda sweet of 'Brendan-kun', huh?" And the three girls sniggered.
Misty didn't reply. She rolled her eyes, shoved the note into her pocket, counted to 3, and kicked open the metal rubbish bin next to her, and without blinking, she crossed her arms as Brendan slowly wriggled his way out of the dustbin.
"Owwie...My love, your kick is so painfully...pleasing." Brendan rubbed his head, cracking a lovelorn smile. He jerked his head to the library door, and yelled, "C'mon OUT!"
Instantly, four boys bolted out of the door. Drew, Ash, Volkner, and Brawly came out in their usual attire, and were about to do what they were supposed to do (for a hefty fee paid by Brendan) when the white-haired boy growled at them.
"I SAID YOU GUYS SHOULD WEAR THAT UNIFORM I GAVE YOU!"
Ash glared at Brendan, as he pulled out a pink lolita dress. "Oh yeah, we had to wear THIS." And he furiously tossed it in Brendan's direction. The other three boys did the same. "And what's up with the song, man?"
The raven-haired boy read the note aloud to everyone within earshot:
TO THE TUNE OF 'TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR'
MISTY, MISTY, MY DARLING
YOU LOOK AWESOME EVERYTIME
PLEASE ACCEPT MY INVITATION
TO THE BALL TODAY AT NIGHT
MISTY, MISTY, PLEASE SAY 'YES'!
I PROMISE YOU WON'T REGRET!
Misty blushed in embarassment, as Brendan growled at Ash. "You could've SUNG it..."
"Well, sadly, YOU'RE the only one from Choir."
And the white-haired boy smacked his forehead, and let his hand fall down dramatically from his face. He shook his head, knelt down in front of Misty with one knee, marriage proposal style, grabbed her hand, and popped the question.
"Misty...will you go to the dance with me...?"
The girl smiled, and she brought him up to his knees and hugged him. "Of course, Brendan-kun!"
By the time one hour had passed, Solana managed to persuade Lunick not to do his homework to go to the dance with her, Whitney and Brawly earned a date with each other by asking each other stimultaneously, giggling, and then saying 'YES!' at the same time, Volkner asked Jasmine out via messaging her, and Drew decided to ask Dawn out to save his face.
"A cute guy like me can't be seen alone for the dance, you know." he noted, flicking his hair.
May was being consoled by her friends about not being able to get a date.
"C'mon, May, at least look good alone! Here, pick a dress!" Whitney nudged May in the arm, but the brunette simply gave the shopping mall-like wardrobe a blank stare.
Jasmine patted May's shoulder. "Now, now, May, if you want, we'll take turns to sit out with you!" She looked hopefully at the other girls, namely Solana, Whitney, and Misty. They all nodded their heads in agreement.
May crossed her arms. "I'm fine. I'm good. In fact, I LIKE the idea I get to be alone!"
"...You're kidding."
"No."
The three girls looked forlornly at the brunette, glaring at all of them. "And I'm NOT picking out a dress. Never in my whole life. I swear. I'll turn up in jeans a-"
Whitney gasped dramatically at the word 'jeans'. "May! Don't EVER break the rules of fashionistas. You're violating them by wearing JEANS to a dance! For goodness sake, a DANCE! Where boys look so cute with their tux, and Brawly looking oh-so cute and FANTABULOUS with the tux he showed me!"
Jasmine picked up her bag. "May, we'll go find the one person I KNOW would NEVER turn you down."
Misty and Whitney exchanged glances. "A nerd?"
"...No." Jasmine hastily replied, and she grabbed May's arm. "C'mon. Our best friend isn't going to the dance without a date."
The four girls stared at the huge house.
And a few screams erupted from within the four walls of the area.
Jasmine frowned as she heard yet another scream. "This isn't a good idea at all..."
May grinned madly. "Of course it isn't. I'm fine being alone in jeans slurping on punch during the dance. So! LET'S GET AWAY FROM ASH'S-"
"DID SOMEONE SAY ASHY'S NAME AND DID THAT PERSON SOUND LIKE A GIRL?!?"
"No, DON'T GO NEAR THE DO-"
Too late. Instantly, two 6-year-old girls had knocked down the door, rolled down the porch, and onto the girls' feet. And after that, two 7-year-old boys, with their arms flailing wildly, leapt out of the porch and onto the two girls, who started screaming their heads off.
"-OR..." Then, a certain raven-haired boy appeared before the previously existing door. "Crap. Mum's gonna KILL me if I d-"
He noticed the four girls, staring at him wide-eyed. Whitney was the first to speak. "AWWWW! You cute little wittle boy!"
She picked up the boy, in a red shirt, still somehow holding on to a cup of tea. "AWWW! Did ya bring the tea for pretty bigger Whitney here? THAAANKS!" And she grabbed the tea cup from the boy, and chugged it all down.
The boy kept silent, and growled at Whitney, who had started to poke and pinch him and cooing every so often. The other boy, holding on to a computer mouse, stared at his counterpart and glared at him.
"I WANT ATTENTION TOO! WHY DOES DARYL GET IT?!? I WANT ATTENTION! ROAAAAAR!"
"...You can have this pink-haired girl, Shan Leong."
"YAY!"
And Shan Leong immediately clung onto Whitney's legsm giggling maniacally, as Daryl picked one of the girls up. "Sista, you okay?"
"YUP! HEHEHEEEEEE!" she erupted into fits of laughter, her hair bouncing up and down, and her bright auburn eyes sparkling. Daryl smiled, but it didn't last long, because his little sister had started asking for a piggyback ride.
The other girl, who had short hair tied up into two pigtails glared at the two. "CHAAAARIS! TELL MUH BROTHA TO GET ME UP TOO!"
Charis glared back, but after a second into their glaring session she giggled. "I'll help ya, Evelyn!"
"NOO!"
Ash got into action. He went to Evelyn, bent down (marriage proposal style) in front of Evelyn. May, who was behind her, blushed furiously, and that caused Evelyn to blurt out, "POTATO! POTATO! POTAAAATOOOO!"
"TOMATO!" Charis, Daryl and Shan Leong corrected Evelyn, once again, for the 3rd or 4th fanfiction chapter or oneshot...woops, the authoress said too much and now the memory must selfdestruct. MUAAHA- Meanwhile,...uh, READ ON!
"So...let me get this straight," Whitney said, leaning back into the sofa, with the four cousins handcuffed to Ash, with Charis and Daryl on Ash's right arm and Evelyn and Shan Leong on his left, "You have to skip the dance all because of the cute little cousins of yours?"
"Yep."
"Why can't they go?"
At that point, Charis raised her hand...to hit Ash. "YEAH! WHY CAN'T WE GO TO THE MOVIE?"
"...It's not a movie, Charis. It's a dance."
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I'm sure they'll be good. Right?"
"YEAH!" All four of them yelled stimultaneously. Evelyn decided to take charge.
" I DON'T CARE! WE'RE GOING!" She kicked Ash in the...unmentionables and slapped him multiple times, yelling, "UNLOCK US!" Charis decided to add on to the torture by giving an evil laugh. Shan Leong started screaming his head off for no apparent reason. Daryl took Charis' keyblade and started whacking Ash everywhere.
May frowned. "I feel kinda...bad about this..."
Whitney, Jasmine and Misty stared at May like she came from Mars mutated.
"...I WANNA JOIN! MUAAAHAHAHA!"
Ash winced, and from all the pain, he managed to squeeze out, "Girls, if you guys restrain May, I promise I'll do ANYTHING YOU WANT!"
Misty blinked. "Anything...?"
"HECK YEAH!" He screamed. Daryl had decided that the keyblade was getting lonely, so he took another one out to make two keyblades. Twice the keyblades, twice the PAIN!
The three girls grinned madly.
"What the heck am I doing?" Ash asked himself, as he came out of his room in a tux. He looked at the house, which was empty. "In the very least I don't get to see them for now. Finally some peac-"
"WE'RE BACK!"
Ash made a mental note to himself not to say anything too soon, and never, EVER, say that he would do anything for girls. He looked at his cousins. Charis was clad in a red dress, Evelyn was clad in a light purple one, and the two boys were in tuxedoes.
"I have jeans inside! Wanna see?" Charis asked, prancing about.
Jasmine came in a purple skirt and a matching pink baby top, with a necklace of turquoise covering her bare neck. She smiled as she patted Daryl, who was nearest to her. "You look gorgeous."
"I'm NOT A GIRL!"
"Gorgeous is a unisex word."
"...Oh."
Shan Leong smiled. He adjusted the flower in his pocket, and stood up straight and proud. Too straight. So in a split second he fell backwards into Evelyn, who screamed.
Charis skipped about, stroking her hair and grinning. "My hair feels nice." And she took her keyblade and did a pose with it. "I look GOOD, right Daryl?"
"As always..." he complimented sarcastically, before muttering something inaudible under his breath.
Jasmine looked around before she realised that Ash's date was still outside. "MAY! Get in here, you look wonderful!"
May uneasily shuffled to let Ash have a look at her. She bit her lip and crossed her arms as Jasmine smiled. May was wearing a yellow ball gown skirt with a jeweled beading that accented the prom dress, a sweetheart strapless neckline that meets the center draped torso, beaded pick ups and corset tie back closure. (A/N I got this description from a website 'cause I have NO IDEA how to describe dresses. Heck, I hate 'em. I'll turn up in jeans and a shirt for MY prom. I can't seem to copy the website down...but kudos to Mori Lee (4prom dot com) for the dress.) Her hair cascaded down her shoulders.
Ash resisted the sudden urge to whistle and say "May, you look STUNNING!". Instead, he settled on, "Nice."
May glared at him. "NICE? That's ALL THE CREDIT you give ME for wearing HIGH-HEELS AND a weird DRESS? Ash, I LIVE for JEANS! This ISN'T ME! I absolutely H-"
"Okay, people, we're running late. Volkner messaged me. I'll be going off first. And Charis, Daryl, Evelyn and Shan Leong would follow me, right? I told Volkner that you four would be following, and he didn't mind." Jasmine gave the four of them a let-the-two-be-alone look, and they...obediently obeyed?!?
When the five of them set off to find Volkner, Ash made yet another mental note to himself to learn from Jasmine about handling the four of them. He looked at May and smiled. "So...shall we go on, PRINCESS?" He smirked, his voice dripping of sarcasm.
"Oh yeah. My PRINCE and I should go right?" May hissed. She sulked.
"Whatever. Serves you right for trying to hit me just now."
"Serves YOU right for even telling them that you'd do ANYTHING for them..."
Ash huffed. "Let's just go."
"FINE!" May got so mad she forgot she was wearing heels, and so when she stomped her foot as she walked, she fell on the rough ground, with her heel broken.
"ARGHHHHH! WHY DOES THIS DAY GET ANY WO-"
The raven-haired boy sighed heavily, as he scooped her up in his arms bridal-style, and carried her off to school. He picked up her heel with his foot, and he kicked it up for his hand to reach it.
May blinked.
"Daryl taught me that."
"...Okay..."
Ash, getting a firm, tight grip on May, slowly made his way to the school, as the brunette held on to him by locking her arms around his neck to feel more at ease.
...To be honest, May thought, this wasn't half bad.
...Wait. Did she just say...she LIKED Ash carrying her like that? Holy crap.
The two walked (well...make that one...) in silence as they passed by a park. May decided she didn't want a ride from Ash anymore, and so she brought her lips to his ear and...
"Ash. Put me down. We'll sit here by the fountain."
The boy reluctantly set her down gently by the fountain, his cheek accidentally grazing hers. Both of them pulled away, with May almost falling back into the fountain, and blushed. Ash mouthed a 'sorry'.
May pulled away, her breath heavy, but she quickly pulled a defiant face. "Hmph."
"Geez, be a little nice, will ya? And can we just do something?"
"Why? But anyway, the answer is a plain simple awesome no."
Ash sighed and shoved his hands into his pocket. He looked over at the fountain next to them, the light shining over the glistening water, the gushes and splashes that broke the silence between the two, and his eyes glazed over to May, a frown plastered on her face.
"Not even a dance as your friends asked...?"
"Hmm, lemme think over this. Uh, NO!"
"Jasmine, can we go closer?" Charis whispered, looking up at the girl, "I wanna piss 'em off."
Everyone stared at the girl for a moment; Jasmine and Volkner shocked at her vocabulary, and the three toddlers shocked at the small word they couldn't understand.
Jasmine spoke up, "Let them be. It's interesting."
Charis growled with malice at her. "I. Am. Not. Gonna. Listen. LET'S GO, EVELYN! ROAAAAAAR!"
Evelyn punched her fist into the air and started roaring towards Ash and May. The two girls leapt out of the bushes ninja-style, and nimbly made their way towards the two.
Daryl and Shan Leong were immediately held back by Jasmine and Volkner respectively, but Daryl managed to scratch, wail, scream, kick, punch, pull, shove and poke his way out of Jasmine's grasp. He waved at the two, and ran off to the two girls with equal stealth, leaving a screaming, restless, and infuriated Shan Leong.
"DAAARYL! HEEEEEEELP! YOU'RE SOOOOO DEAAAAAAD WHEN I GET YOUUUUUUUUU!"
"YEAH, RIGHT, LIKE YOU CAN! MUAAAAHAHAHAHA!" Daryl cackled.
Meanwhile, the authoress stopped writing to realise that she made Daryl laugh evilly. Then she decided that since he wasn't online, she should just write it down anyway.
And she just realised she's random and she should stop writing this.
Anyway. The two girls managed to hide in some random movable bush nearby. Charis and Evelyn sat down to listen into their conversation, until they realised another bush nearby was moving as well.
"...Charis, who's spying on us?"
Charis shrugged. She leaned over to the direction of their spy, and whispered, "Heeeeeey. Who are you?"
"...I'm a Pikachu. ARGH! I'm your brother, Charis!"
"...PIKACHU?!?"
Daryl smacked his forehead to remind himself never to use sarcasm to his sister anymore.
Ash glared at May. "You're wasting my prom experience, May. C'mon, just one dance..."
"I'm not doing it, Ash. I don't dance. And I don't dance with boys." May hissed, crossing her legs, refusing to turn to look at the raven-haired boy.
Ash groaned. He plopped down next to her, and asked, "As a friend, can I have this dance?" He sighed, "It'll be for a minute. Then I'll take you back to school so I can pick up the kids."
May bit her lip and blushed lightly at the last sentence, with its hidden and possibly unknown implication. "F-Fine. But just for a minute."
The boy grinned widely as the brunette stood up slowly to face him.
(A/N: YES! I FINALLY GET TO USE THIS SONG! 'Can I have this dance' from High School Musical 3!)
Take my hand, take a breath
Pull me close and take one step
Keep your eyes locked on mine,
And let the music be your guide.
Ash uneasily brought out his hand for May to reach out to. "Shall we begin?" he asked teasingly, smiling as May took it. She seemed somewhat amused.
Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget)
We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go next
It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)
Can I have this dance
Ash slowly guided May along with the steps, pausing either to laugh, or to be hit by May herself. "You're a horrible dancer. Strike that out of your career choices."
"Of course. I hate dancing."
The boy smiled, once again. "That's good to hear."
"...Does that mean you like ANNOYING ME with this?"
Ash made a mental note to himself not to mention anything like this for a long time to May.
Take my hand, I'll take the lead
And every turn will be safe with me
Don't be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you through it all
May struggled to keep up with the dance, but in her effort to indulge in it and follow it smoothly at the same time, she fell forward, her forhead accidentally touching Ash's lips.
"A-Ah!" May cried out, as Ash held her in his arms, "sorry!"
"Never mind." Ash muttered.
Meanwhile, back at the movable bushes, the three toddlers were watching, and they all sighed stimultaneously. Charis whispered audibly under her breath, "That's icky."
Daryl blinked at his sister. "So why the heck did you cry when Mum told you about Twilight when Edward kissed Bella out of being touched? You cried EVERY TIME she mentioned that they kissed!"
"I wasn't crying! Something got into my eye!"
"...Right."
And you can't keep us apart (even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart)
'Cause my heart is (cause my heart is) wherever you are
Ash didn't bother letting go of May, as the two danced under the moonlight. He unconsciously pulled her closer to his body, as he looked into her sapphire eyes, looking uneasily down at their feet. He laughed, and he lifted her chin up to his level with his hand, causing May to be startled.
"W-Wha?-"
"Look down and fall." Ash joked.
"Yeah, right, but if I fall, you'll be there to catch me," May retorted loudly, but her voice softened as she whispered, " 'cause you're holding me."
Ash immediately let go of his grip on her, but May stopped him, putting her own hands on his. "No, I'd rather fall on you than fall flat on my face or fall backwards, you know?"
"So..."
"You get to hold me; yes."
It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)
Can I have this dance
Ash kept mute, his hands still on her waist. He smelled her moist breath, the fragrance of her hair...
It smelled like strawberry.
Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide
'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop
Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe, that we were meant to be
It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you (like you)
It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do (way we do)
And with every step together, we just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)
Can I have this dance
Can I have this dance
Can I have this dance
"Okay! The song's over!" Charis whispered, but she covered her mouth.
"Charis, as the authoress, you can't say that..." Daryl muttered, crossing his arms.
"Oh yeah, and you're not supposed to act mature, 'cause YOU'RE supposed to be SEVEN and not older!"
"But I'm not mature! Oh yeah, by the way, sit properly."
"SEE?! YOU JUST ASKED ME TO SIT DOWN PROPERLY!"
"YOU'RE WEARING A DRESS IN THE STORY!"
"...Good point. But no one likes six-year-old porn stars."
"And now you're crossing the rating."
"It's T..."
Evelyn looked at the two siblings arguing. "Let's...just stop arguing about fanfiction and reality crossovers here." And she turned back to her insane toddler self, "LET'S MAKE SOME EVILNESS!"
And all three cackled. Everything was back to normal.
Meanwhile, Ash smiled as the two slowly stopped dancing. "See, that wasn't so bad, right?" He brought out his hand to tuck a lock of May's hair, causing the girl to blush. The two sat down next to each other by the fountain.
"Yeah, not like what I thought would happen." May muttered, as she slowly rested her hand on Ash's. Instantly, warmth pulsed through her body.
It melted the cold, lonely heart of hers.
Ash noticed her hand on his, and he intertwined hers with his own. He lifted it up for the two to see. "You okay with th-"
"ROAAAAAAAAR!" the three toddlers screamed and leapt onto Ash.
"ASHY! LOOKIE! YOU LOOK LIKE A POTATO!" Evelyn teased.
Charis and Daryl stared at Evelyn. "...Evelyn, correct yourself." the boy hissed, glaring daggers at her.
"...Lovato...? As in DEMI LOVATO?"
Charis sweatdropped. "Never mind!"
Then the three started their assault on their favourite cousin. Daryl started kicking Ash in the strangest of places, Charis was pulling his hair, and Evelyn was adding into the insanity by simply screaming.
And the strangest thing was, Ash hadn't let go of May's hand. In fact, he gripped it so tightly, his knuckles were going white and May's hand (and face) was going red.
"MUAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Charis cackled as she continued pulling Ash's hair. He kept a calm composed look, as he slowly let go of her hand.
"You get this alot, don't you?" May asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Yeah..."
Jasmine bit her lip, as she watched Ash being tortured by the three. "It's kinda sad. They were so close..."
Volkner didn't reply, as he watched the figure coming closer. "Jasmine, isn't that...?"
Shan Leong looked confused. "Who ish that girl? SHE'S GONNA EXPLODE! HE'S HEADED FOR ASH! ANDAND-"
"SHUSH!"
Jasmine pursed her lips. "This isn't good...she was Ash's childhood friend..."
"More like Ash's childhood sweetheart. He never really accepted her anyway. He only thought of them as friends. She moved away when they were ten." Volkner muttered.
"Not good..." Jasmine muttered, as she saw her approach Ash and May.
I've been dying to do a cliffhanger. But I didn't do it well, did I? Ah well, R&R PLEASE!