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20$ for the Exploding Spider in the Pink Leather Dress!
Fye leaves for the weekend for a convention. The guys STILL bet on who can freak out Fye first. Will our dear Gee succeed? And what about the Chemistry "project"?
?Blocked
You know the bet? The one where the guys wanted to know who could scare me first? Well, since Mikey's attempt was rendered null and void since it wasn't what he DID per se that scared me, but the link in my MIND that scared me(wow, I freaked MYSELF out. Bravo Fye, bravo.), the bet was STILL on. And, apparently, I had twenty buck on my head!
Damn, I'd have to kill them one day.
"So, Fye...." Frank called, leaning over his desk. "Watcha scared of?" He asked, poking my back with his pencil. The teacher had to run out to make copies of our exam, five minutes before the bell rang for us to go have lunch.
"You won't get THAT answer from me. Heeeeeellz no." I snickered, sharply turning around and snapping the pencil it two. "And I can do that with somethin' else you love very much.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"...I'm gonna be out of town this weekend." I announced at lunch, and five heads turned to stare at me. Yaaaaaaay, now I'm the center of attention. [/sarcasm]
"What for? Hospital AGAIN?" Ray asked, poking my shoulder.
True, I HAD been to the hospital a few times for blood tests. My parents were scared I'd get some kind of blood poisoning with all the fighting I do. Good thing is, my parents don't my my fighting, since they KNOW it's only self-defense.
Anyways.
"NO, I'm going at an anime convention." I said indignantly, and was MORE than offended by three guys nearly chocking on their lunch.
"The fuck?! You're gonna COSPLAY?!" Gerard asked, a little too loudly.
"Yeah. Now shut up if you don't want me to make it look like you cosplayed a guy who was run over by a train." I growled, making him sit back down.
"Who're you going as?" Mikey asked, sweet as ever. That 'incident' a few days ago had quickly been forgotten.
"Kairi from Kingdom Hearts." I said proudly, making Bob and ray choke. For real.
"That chick with the pink leather whatever-you-call-it?!" Bob laughed, and got his shoulder punched.
"YEAH, the chick in the pink dress! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY WEARING PINK?!"
So the playful fighting and arguing continued until the bell rang. And Gee, Frank and I were in CHEMISTRY. I think they liked the class just because it had something to do with Chemical, and by consequence, My Chemical Romance. Nerds.
"Today, we're going to try making various type of home-made bombs!" The teacher(who was pretty young; nice woman) announced, and I always jumped out of my seat.
I'd tried making a hydrogen bomb AND a sparkler bomb. Might I say, they all looked pretty fucking awesome when we watched the video afterwards.
Of course, like every good chemistry class, we had to pair up. OBVIOUSLY, Frank went with Jamia. They were SO damn cute together!
And I was stuck with mister crazy-ass Way.
~~~~~~~*~
"Close it, CLOSE IT!"
"DAMMIT IT WON'T CLOSE!"
"RUN FOREST RUN!!!"
I busted my ribs out laughing at Gerard, who'd been TOTALLY sprayed by a concoction of red food coloring, baking soda and vinegar. No to mention the corn starch, to make it look like a blood explosion thingy.
See, you have to put the few drops of vinegar and screw the cap on as fast as possible, shake, then run away.
Gee was too slow(and probably stupid, too) too screw it on. So it just sploded in his face.
"FUCK! This is NEVER gonna come off!!" He cried, shaking off the slimy red liquid off him as best he could.
"Well, at least now you look like Helena...!" I laughed, almost rolling on the grass. DAMN did he look funny like that!
But I wouldn't laugh long. Hoh no. Not with something called Karma! Because, you see, not soon after I exploded in laughter did Gerard decide to throw himself on me to spread the weird red stuff on me too.
"GET OFFA ME!" I shrieked(and laughed), trying to pry the singer off of me. Seriously, the guy might be skinny, but he is HEAVY!
"...Now I can." He smirked, jumping up and off me, admiring his 'handy work'. Great. Now I was covered in red glop TOO.
"Oh, you are SO paying for the dry-cleaning." I threatened, brandishing my fist in the air. "Do you even KNOW how hard RED food coloring is to get out of 100% cotton fabric?!"
"Less hard to get out than blood, that's for sure."
"Oh yeah, YOU should know."
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, we don't call you Mister Mass Murder just because it rhymes."
"...Shut UP."
"Make me."
And then, he actually took me in his arms. Cue the major flush in the cheeks. I mean, I might be used to having guys NEAR me, but I mean, THIS is WAY to fucking close for comfort!
And our faces were inches apart...
WHEN I SPOTTED IT.
"...Gee...? Don't. Move." I whimpered, backing off slowly, and then stumbling back on the grass.
"What..?"
"SPIDER. Fuck, just kill it, dammit!"
"...It's fake."
"...WHAT THE FUCK?!"
So that's when I learned that the spider trick was a huge setup. Though, I was happy to know the 'moment' wasn't part of the setup... WHY was I happy? I'unno. It just felt nice to know I hadn't been toyed with...
Well, SURE, I was, but, I mean.. Igh, you get it.
"I SO just made eighty bucks off your arachnophobic ass."
"Admit it's pretty."
"...WHAT?"
"My ass. You know you waaaaaan' it!" I laughed, hoping on Gerard's back. "Run horsey RUN!"
Damn, I'd have to kill them one day.
"So, Fye...." Frank called, leaning over his desk. "Watcha scared of?" He asked, poking my back with his pencil. The teacher had to run out to make copies of our exam, five minutes before the bell rang for us to go have lunch.
"You won't get THAT answer from me. Heeeeeellz no." I snickered, sharply turning around and snapping the pencil it two. "And I can do that with somethin' else you love very much.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"...I'm gonna be out of town this weekend." I announced at lunch, and five heads turned to stare at me. Yaaaaaaay, now I'm the center of attention. [/sarcasm]
"What for? Hospital AGAIN?" Ray asked, poking my shoulder.
True, I HAD been to the hospital a few times for blood tests. My parents were scared I'd get some kind of blood poisoning with all the fighting I do. Good thing is, my parents don't my my fighting, since they KNOW it's only self-defense.
Anyways.
"NO, I'm going at an anime convention." I said indignantly, and was MORE than offended by three guys nearly chocking on their lunch.
"The fuck?! You're gonna COSPLAY?!" Gerard asked, a little too loudly.
"Yeah. Now shut up if you don't want me to make it look like you cosplayed a guy who was run over by a train." I growled, making him sit back down.
"Who're you going as?" Mikey asked, sweet as ever. That 'incident' a few days ago had quickly been forgotten.
"Kairi from Kingdom Hearts." I said proudly, making Bob and ray choke. For real.
"That chick with the pink leather whatever-you-call-it?!" Bob laughed, and got his shoulder punched.
"YEAH, the chick in the pink dress! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY WEARING PINK?!"
So the playful fighting and arguing continued until the bell rang. And Gee, Frank and I were in CHEMISTRY. I think they liked the class just because it had something to do with Chemical, and by consequence, My Chemical Romance. Nerds.
"Today, we're going to try making various type of home-made bombs!" The teacher(who was pretty young; nice woman) announced, and I always jumped out of my seat.
I'd tried making a hydrogen bomb AND a sparkler bomb. Might I say, they all looked pretty fucking awesome when we watched the video afterwards.
Of course, like every good chemistry class, we had to pair up. OBVIOUSLY, Frank went with Jamia. They were SO damn cute together!
And I was stuck with mister crazy-ass Way.
~~~~~~~*~
"Close it, CLOSE IT!"
"DAMMIT IT WON'T CLOSE!"
"RUN FOREST RUN!!!"
I busted my ribs out laughing at Gerard, who'd been TOTALLY sprayed by a concoction of red food coloring, baking soda and vinegar. No to mention the corn starch, to make it look like a blood explosion thingy.
See, you have to put the few drops of vinegar and screw the cap on as fast as possible, shake, then run away.
Gee was too slow(and probably stupid, too) too screw it on. So it just sploded in his face.
"FUCK! This is NEVER gonna come off!!" He cried, shaking off the slimy red liquid off him as best he could.
"Well, at least now you look like Helena...!" I laughed, almost rolling on the grass. DAMN did he look funny like that!
But I wouldn't laugh long. Hoh no. Not with something called Karma! Because, you see, not soon after I exploded in laughter did Gerard decide to throw himself on me to spread the weird red stuff on me too.
"GET OFFA ME!" I shrieked(and laughed), trying to pry the singer off of me. Seriously, the guy might be skinny, but he is HEAVY!
"...Now I can." He smirked, jumping up and off me, admiring his 'handy work'. Great. Now I was covered in red glop TOO.
"Oh, you are SO paying for the dry-cleaning." I threatened, brandishing my fist in the air. "Do you even KNOW how hard RED food coloring is to get out of 100% cotton fabric?!"
"Less hard to get out than blood, that's for sure."
"Oh yeah, YOU should know."
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, we don't call you Mister Mass Murder just because it rhymes."
"...Shut UP."
"Make me."
And then, he actually took me in his arms. Cue the major flush in the cheeks. I mean, I might be used to having guys NEAR me, but I mean, THIS is WAY to fucking close for comfort!
And our faces were inches apart...
WHEN I SPOTTED IT.
"...Gee...? Don't. Move." I whimpered, backing off slowly, and then stumbling back on the grass.
"What..?"
"SPIDER. Fuck, just kill it, dammit!"
"...It's fake."
"...WHAT THE FUCK?!"
So that's when I learned that the spider trick was a huge setup. Though, I was happy to know the 'moment' wasn't part of the setup... WHY was I happy? I'unno. It just felt nice to know I hadn't been toyed with...
Well, SURE, I was, but, I mean.. Igh, you get it.
"I SO just made eighty bucks off your arachnophobic ass."
"Admit it's pretty."
"...WHAT?"
"My ass. You know you waaaaaan' it!" I laughed, hoping on Gerard's back. "Run horsey RUN!"
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