Dedicated to Dino and O I forgot my password!
Welp… If you can't tell, schools started again… That's why this was so stalled… I haven't gotten my MacBook from the school yet… So Dino, I'm sorry if I worried you!
DISCLAIMER: c'mon… who would really think that..?
Sitting in their home room, Gabbi's friends couldn't help but laugh at her.
Okay, to be fair, she'd been staring at her backpack for over 5 minutes straight, it'd get funny.
"All of you shut your dirty mouths, NOW," Gabbi suddenly said, making them laugh harder (like, Marco fell out of his chair harder).
Gabbi's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink and she hugged her backpack. The day she'd gotten it, a mass text was sent out and Dylan got one of the funniest calls of his life. It was an Avenger's backpack that looked more like something for a little kid. It had her top 3 favorite Avenger's on it (Iron Man, Captain America and her 'husband' Thor), and it was even blue and sparkled slightly. As if that wasn't enough, Denny, yes, DENNY, had found a bunch of buttons for her favorite bands (Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Falling In Reverse, Escape The Fate, and the one that made her freak out, Black Veil Brides), her other favorite Marvel characters (Loki, Wolverine, The Hulk, Spiderman, Dead Pool, Black Widow and Hawkeye) and for her only DC character, Batman, at Hot Topic. Why Denny was even in Hot Topic without one of his more Punk friends was a complete mystery, but Marco and Dylan had a hunch that Jay may have had something to do with it.
If someone could love a backpack more, they would have to battle Gabbi pretty fiercely, because she was close to marrying the thing.
"Stop hating on the perfection!" Gabbi pouted, fondly fingering the Spiderman button that she'd purposefully put between Captain America and Iron Man.
"We aren't, we're laughing hysterically at the dork who made it!" Nikki giggled, dodging a kick in the shin from Gabbi.
"So when are ya gonna propose to it?" Charlie snickered, not being fast enough and getting hit in the head.
"I'll propose when I meet Andy, Ashley, CC, Jinxx and Jake and get them to sign my poster!" Gabbi stuck her tongue out at them.
Matt looked confused, and before anyone could stop him, asked, "Who's that?"
"Oh dear GOD, you just had to-"
"Black Veil Brides, one of the most amazing bands to come out of Cincinnati! Ashley Purdy is the bassist and a total sex machine, Jake Pitts is the lead guitarist and a damned INCREADIBLE one at that, Jinxx is the rhythm guitarist and is so short it's adorable, Christian 'CC' Coma is the drummer and is a freaking epic psychopath, and then, oh god, ANDY FUCKING BEIRSHACK! He is God, he is the lead singer and is so fucking gorgeous that I swear when I die, I'm gonna have a picture of him next to me so the last thing I see is perfection, and he is God!"
"Breathe love, BREATHE!" Dylan put a hand over her mouth as she hyperventilated and bounced in her seat.
Marco patted her head while rolling his eyes and Charlie gave Matt a look, "You want her to keep going, or do you want your ear for the next hour?"
"It's pretty much if KISS and Motley Crue had a love child and then you gave them a case of Red Bull," Nikki explained.
Matt frowned and Gabbi's eyes got wide.
"Oh dear Andy, don't tell me you've never heard of KISS or Motley Crue!"
"No I have!" Matt quickly covered after everyone experienced whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at the new kid, "I just… uh… Well, to be honest, I don't really like modern music."
"Wait, who say what?" Gabbi shook her head.
"What do you mean, you don't like 'modern music'?" Marco asked, even using air quotes.
"I mean I listen to Jazz. Old School stuff. Think Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra."
The group was silent for a few seconds before Denny asked in an adorable, quiet voice, "Momma, who are they..?"
"Oh BABY, you don't know who they are?" Gabbi sounded slightly exasperated.
Denny shook his head and she sighed and shut her eyes, "Dino Paul Crocetti, A.K.A Dean Martin, The King of Cool, Born June 17th, 1917, died at age 78 on December 25th, 1995. Member of The Rat Pack, jazz singer."
"He died on Christmas?" Denny asked, shocked, as if it never crossed his mind that that could happen.
"Yes Sweetie," Gabbi murmured before continuing, "Francis Albert 'Frank' Sinatra, Ol' Blue Eyes, Born December 12th, 1915, died at age 82, May 14th, 1998. Singer, actor, producer, director, and conductor. Also a Jazz singer."
She pointed at Matt, "All that right, or did I mix up anything? My mind's in 10 places right now, which is 2 more than normal…"
Matt nodded with wide eyes, "Completely… How… How did you do that?"
"Once I learn something, I can't forget it," Gabbi shrugged, "I have a self-diagnosed mental problem, making me super observant and able to retain most anything I observe or learn."
"We call it SHS," Charlie yawned.
"SHS..?"
"Sherlock Holmes Syndrome," Jay said, making Matt jump a bit. He obviously wasn't used to the almost silent Jay yet.
"I learned that freshman year for Music Appreciation," Gabbi gave him a lopsided grin, "Good to know there are some kids that still appreciate the oldies!"
"Hey now, I resent that!" Dylan pouted, his snake bites poking out slightly.
"I mean OLD oldies, not Rock oldies!" Gabbi rolled her eyes.
"I would ask if there's a difference, but then we'd never get you to shut up," Nikki smirked, punching the other girl lightly.
"Oh hush, you," Gabbi smirked back.
They chatted for the rest of homeroom (Because come on, it's homeroom.); comparing schedules and talking about music, acting, and life in general until finally the bell rang.
"Hellz to the yeah, who's ready to sweat?!" Gabbi punched her fists into the air.
"Woo sweat!" Nikki and Marco grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, you go dance, you weirdo's," Charlie smirked.
"You be jelly, bro?" Marco smirked back, "I get to be around the ladies, and what do you get to do?"
"… Go to math…"
"You gotta go to math!" Marco smiled triumphantly.
"MARCO! You're gonna make us late, come ON!" Nikki started dragging Marco down the hall with Gabbi half running after them.
"Be good today, guys! And Denny, not talking to mean people!"
Matt glanced at the departing dancers before quickly following Charlie to their math class.
He was starting to think these people were crazy.
And even stranger; he didn't really seem to mind.
Welp… That sucked… and was horridly Gabbi-centric… If the oc owners would like to submit any bonding or chapter ideas for their characters, that'd be totally swell!
Wait, swell..? O.o DEAR GOD, I'M TURNING INTO STEVE ROGERS!
Please R&R! Be first and get a chapter dedicated to you!
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