Short, late update, quite a few swears. Sorry childrins. Teenagers- MCR
GERARD- Dom, Holly, Julius, Trouble
We’re in trouble.
It’s not just me this time. It was all the regulars, and you know how we are.
We all sat at the table, while Commander Root, Trouble Kelp, Holly Short and Butler stood at the head. Artemis sat a knight’s move from me, and was also bowing his head. Likely in shame.
“Look,” Root growled, “we’re tired of the inappropriate love stories.”
“Especially from you!” Butler growled pointing in the general direction of ButlerxArtemis and I. Artemis nodded slightly.
Holly walked behind him, slapping him on the head. “You too, Mud Boy! Your sleeping around helps no one!”
“You had to tell the fangirls, Holly?” Artemis sighed, as we buzzed like bees about his potential girls, ranging from other fandoms (like Zoë Nightshade) to his own (such as Angeline). I was punched for suggesting Angeline.
“We’re also tired of the plotlessness.” Everyone who had joined within the last month attempted to hide under the table.
“They’re gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you,” Trouble sung, snarling. “Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.”
“Because the drugs never work, they’re gonna give you a smirk. ‘Cause they have methods of keeping you clean.” Butler said, semi-knowledgably.
“They’re gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds!”
Holly enjoyed that way too much.
“Another cog in the murder machine . . . .” She trailed off, much higher than the boys, giving an air of calmness and finality.
Yet, they were moving to strategic spots, and when they finally went into the chorus, everyone jumped.
“They say all teenagers scare the living shit outta me! They could care less so long as someone’ll bleed.”
No one really argued that.
“So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me!”
“The boys and girls in the clique,” Root rumbled from directly behind SilverSong, ruffling her hair, but her composed face barely twitched. Her hand did, though. Toward her bow.
He tried again on Ohan, “The awful names that they stick,” a few of us shuddered, in honor of Julissa.
Satisfied, he silenced. Holly picked up. “You’re never gonna fit in much, kid. But if you’re troubled and hurt, what you’ve got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.”
She made a gun of her hand and pretended to shoot us all in the head.
Again, we were all scared the crap out of. “They said all teenagers scare the living shit outta me, they could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. So, darken your clothes, and strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not-“
“Me!” Artemis screamed over them. “The bloody main character! Really, who should fear these girls? Me, Peter Pan, forever in their age-range or you,” he pointed at Root, “The dead old guy?”
Crickets of silence played their music.
“All together now . . .?” Trouble reluctantly sang, in order to move us along.
“They said all teenagers scare the living shit outta me, they could care less as long as someone’ll bleed. So, darken your clothes, and strike a violent pose. Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me!” The adults sang, and finished.
“So, basically, cool it with the crappy writing?” Ohan asked, curious at the point.
“Basically.” Butler agreed. Holly nodded.
“Hopefully,” Cookieninja said, still swaying to the song, “we can do that.”
“That’s all we ask.”
“And that I stop sleeping with a man my father’s age,” Artemis grumbled.
“Haha, yeah right,” all the slash writers answered nonchalantly.