Okay! I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Please Review! Oh, the song I use is called Freak the Freak Out by Victoria Justice (From the Nick show Victorious)
About twenty minutes later the telephone rang and Alister went over to it, turning the volume down on the television. "Hello?"
"Hi, Alister. It's Skye."
"Oh, so the prodigal roommate finally calls. Where are you?" he demanded.
"Relax. I'm with Lola," she said calmly. "Don't panic and don't send anyone out to look for me. I'm hanging out with Lola for a bit."
"Yeah, do us a favor in the future. Next time you sneak out tell us where you're going. Your brother threatened to kill us if anything happened to you."
"He's bluffing. Later!" And she hung up.
"Bluffing my ass," grumbled Alister under his breath. "Skye has been located, Valon. She's gone over to Lola's," he said, sitting back on the sofa.
The front door opened and Raphael came in, looking unhappy. "She's not back there. I found a horse stable, but no Skye."
"You just missed her call. She's out with Lola," said Alister, gesturing to the recliner.
"…Oh."
Raphael went over to his recliner and sat down heavily in it. "What are you watching?" he asked.
"We're channel surfin'," Valon said brightly, snatching the remote from Alister and changing the channel. His eyes lit up when he saw what the channel was. "MTV! Sweet! They always 'ave funny shows on!" he said. "Ohh! A club show!"
He turned up the volume as Raphael rose to his feet. "I'm getting a drink of water," he said, disappearing into the kitchen.
"This is Oswald Raymond and I'm here at Dragon's Lair with the one and only Skyler Kaiba."
Alister stared.
"Call me Skye. No need to be formal," she said, smiling at the camera.
"Well crap," groaned Alister, looking at the kitchen before back to Valon. "Change the channel. Change it now."
"I'm tryin', 'm tryin'!" whispered the Australian fiercely, clicking on the remote. "But I think the freakin' battery's dead."
"Who is this charming lady next to you?"
"This is my best friend, Lola."
"What's up people?" said the other girl, making a peace sign into the camera.
"Tell me Raphael is still in the kitchen," hissed Alister as he scrambled over the back of the couch.
"'e is, but why are we tryin' not t' tell 'im 'bout Skye bein' on TV?"
"Are you kidding? After all the awkwardness that's happened today I doubt he wants to see this! Not a good way to improve his mood!"
"It can' be tha' bad," said Valon reasonably.
"So, Skye. What brings you to the club?"
"Guy problems. She likes this guy but she's not so sure he likes her anymore," said Lola matter-of-factly, and Skye nodded reluctantly in agreement.
"Way to tell the world, Lola," Skye said, sarcastically, a playful smirk on her face.
Valon froze. "Yeah, I'll go stall Raph. Go find batteries," he said hurriedly, already making a beeline for the kitchen.
"Does this guy have a name? Maybe we can offer some advice," offered the reporter almost eagerly.
Alister stopped where he was and stared in horror. If Raphael came out now there would be no way to stop him from seeing this—and honestly, the last thing any of them needed was publicity over this. "Don't. Skye, don't say it. Please please please please…"
"I'd rather not bring it up," Skye said politely and Alister sighed in relief, resuming his search for the batteries.
"You hit the karaoke machine yet?" the reporter asked. "It would be nice if we heard you sing."
"She was actually going to do just that!" Lola exclaimed, exciteness in her voice and eyes.
"You know that I don't like to sing. And who says I have to sing?" Skye questioned.
"Me chica," Lola said, grabbing a hold of Skye's arm, ignoring her struggling and complaining. "Been fun talking to you!" Lola said, as she continued to dag Skye away. Lola (and Skye) continued, moving off screen just as Raphael reappeared in the room.
Valon glanced in relief at the television as he came back into the room, watching the screen for any sign of Skye. "'ey, you find the batteries?" he asked as Raphael sat back down on the sofa.
"No, but I'm looking for it even as we speak," said Alister as he disappeared from the room.
Alister did not get very far, though—from the television a very familiar voice began singing and Alister stopped. Raphael dropped his book and Valon's jaw dropped. "Izzat Skye?" asked the Australian in surprise.
Raphael just stared as the camera swung back onto her once again. She was on stage with Lola, but her voice was completely unrecognizable; Alister recalled vaguely that the song she was singing was something by Victoria Justice (Skye liked that artist and had repeatedly heard her play the song—"Freak the Freak Out"—she even sings it in the shower-Not his fault his room is next to hers).
Raphael had recognized it too—the suddenly blank expression on his face gave it away as they listened to the lyrics.
The three of them could not look away from the television until Skye was finished, at which point the reporter came back on. "Wow. I don't know what kind of guy troubles she's having, but that song was for you, Mystery Man! If you're seeing someone else you've gotta be some kind of moron!" he said cheerfully.
Alister walked over and turned the TV off with an irritated flick of the switch; he couldn't find the batteries and he wasn't leaving the television on so that Oswald Raymond could run his mouth some more. All three of the bikers were flabbergasted by Skye's performance, though.
"Holy crap…she's good, mate," said Valon, breaking the silence first.
Raphael remained silent for a moment before he said quietly, "I didn't know she could sing like that."
"'ey! You think we could sell some o' 'er stuff 'n' make a fortune outta it?"
"…Now what do you think, Valon?"
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