Seriously. My BBB fic? Feh. Only at 822 words. And I only have a month left. And most of that's gonna end up going towards my Axel/Roxas KH fic. And all the impending Naruto fic that's on hiatus in my brain. And typing up what I have of vamp!fic of doom.
For those who want to read the jack-shit I have so far... Click the cut.
Decaydance High School.
Most of the students think of it as the local mental hospital (hell, so do the teachers). Nobody’s certain if the students would be the orderlies or the residents, but they are weird, no matter what their clique is.
At the top of the high school food chain are Jon Walker, Bob Bryar, Ray Toro, and some weird kid named Zac Efron, members of the football team. Jon’s the quarterback, Ray’s the wide receiver, and Bob’s the linebacker and really scary looking. Zac’s the water boy. How he has any social status, nobody knows.
Second to the football players are the cheerleaders. One reason Decaydance High is so weird? The cheerleading squad is mostly male. It’s made up of Brendon Urie, William Beckett, Spencer Smith, Joe Jonas, Greta Salpeter, Emily Osment, Ashley Tisdale, and Frank Iero.
After them are the weirdoes on the basketball team, Gabriel Saporta and Travis McCoy. They’re almost constantly high, though they never manage to get caught smoking.
Then there’s the art kids, Gerard Way, (George) Ryan Ross (III), Pete(r Lewis Kingston) Wentz (III), and Mikey Way.
Tack on the drama kids, Vanessa Hudgens, Ryland Blackinton, Cash Colligan, Michael Chislett, Lucas Grabeel, and Olesya Rulin (who, for some odd reason, goes by Kelsi).
At the bottom of the heap are the band kids. Demi Lovato, Alex Marshall, Alex DeLeon, Alex Johnson, Ian Crawford, Patrick Stump, (Paul) Kevin Jonas (II), Nick Jonas, and Miley Cyrus.
DHS has a very curious social hierarchy.
~
Brendon stands in front of the cheerleading squad and sighs. Who on earth had let these people onto his squa—oh, right. He did.
“One more time!” The squad groans, Joe and William the loudest. “And one, two, three, four!” Brendon shouts, clapping his hands as he counts before turning on the stereo next to him and launching into a complicated cheer routine. “’Cause we rock, we rock, we rock on!”
By the time they reach the chorus of the song, Brendon’s about to kill someone. He pauses the CD and blinks at them. “What. The. Hell? You guys knew this would be work! So work already!” He starts the song back up and they last until the chorus.
“Raise your hands up in the air and screa—WILLIAM!” William ducks to hide behind Frank, who’s the shortest member of the squad, standing at only 5’4”. Brendon sighs and turns the stereo off completely before grabbing it. “All right. We’ll work more tomorrow. But this has to be done for the pep rally on Thursday, which, I might add, is only three days away.” Everybody winces at that and Brendon glares at them all in turn. He walks away with a scowl on his face.
He really, really, really needs a boyfriend. And so does the rest of his squad apparently. They’d all probably do better if they got laid on a regular basis.
~
Ryan glares at Pete. “Get off, Pete.”
“I’m trying!” was Pete’s sophomoric reply. Ryan, Mikey, and Gerard all rolled their eyes.
“Moron!” the three reply in unison.
“Hey!” Pete scowls at the three of them but promptly stops and stares at someone as they walk by. The other three roll their eyes again.
“Patrick again. That’s, what? Three times today he’s stopped in the middle of a sentence to stare?” Ryan asks in a bitchy tone. Mikey and Gerard nod in assent.
“Though, you know, Ross…” Gerard began. “You’re the same way with that cheerleader. What’s his name, Mikey? Brent? Brandon? Brandy? Something like that.”
Ryan scowls at Gerard, eyes mutinous. “It’s Brendon. And I’ve seen you eyeing that one punk girl… What’s her name, Mikey? Lindsey?”
“It’s Lyn-Z.” Gerard corrects haughtily.
“There’s a difference—EW! GERARD! Would it kill you to bathe once in a while?!” Ryan shoves his way out from underneath Gerard’s arms and pulls a face. “Ew. I’m scarred for life. Thank you.” Gerard sticks his tongue out at Ryan and smirks.
“Hey, Mikey! Who do you like?” Pete calls out obnoxiously once they’ve noticed he’s walking away.
“Frank!” He calls back without turning around.
“Of course. He picks the one possibly straight cheerleader. My brother sets himself up for heartbreak.”
~
“You’re shitting me, right? Please tell me that what you’re saying is complete and utter bullshit?” Marshall pleads with Johnson, who just shakes his head resolutely and Marshall sighs.
“Why him? Why not… Miley?” Johnson shakes his head in response. “Or Emily?” Another headshake. “Or Demi?” He wrinkles his nose. “What about Ashley?” When he receives another head shake, Marshall whacks his friend over the head with his history textbook. “Why him, of all people? We’re band geeks! He’s a cheerleader. For the love of all that is holy, why?”
“Cause I like him… He’s cute, and funny and can be sweet on occasion, just watch him sometime!” Marshall just shakes his head, wide-eyed, at Johnson.
“But why Jonas of all people?"
And... end.
See? Not much. And anyway... Back to KH fic. creepy religious!Axel is eating my brain. BBL.
For those who want to read the jack-shit I have so far... Click the cut.
Decaydance High School.
Most of the students think of it as the local mental hospital (hell, so do the teachers). Nobody’s certain if the students would be the orderlies or the residents, but they are weird, no matter what their clique is.
At the top of the high school food chain are Jon Walker, Bob Bryar, Ray Toro, and some weird kid named Zac Efron, members of the football team. Jon’s the quarterback, Ray’s the wide receiver, and Bob’s the linebacker and really scary looking. Zac’s the water boy. How he has any social status, nobody knows.
Second to the football players are the cheerleaders. One reason Decaydance High is so weird? The cheerleading squad is mostly male. It’s made up of Brendon Urie, William Beckett, Spencer Smith, Joe Jonas, Greta Salpeter, Emily Osment, Ashley Tisdale, and Frank Iero.
After them are the weirdoes on the basketball team, Gabriel Saporta and Travis McCoy. They’re almost constantly high, though they never manage to get caught smoking.
Then there’s the art kids, Gerard Way, (George) Ryan Ross (III), Pete(r Lewis Kingston) Wentz (III), and Mikey Way.
Tack on the drama kids, Vanessa Hudgens, Ryland Blackinton, Cash Colligan, Michael Chislett, Lucas Grabeel, and Olesya Rulin (who, for some odd reason, goes by Kelsi).
At the bottom of the heap are the band kids. Demi Lovato, Alex Marshall, Alex DeLeon, Alex Johnson, Ian Crawford, Patrick Stump, (Paul) Kevin Jonas (II), Nick Jonas, and Miley Cyrus.
DHS has a very curious social hierarchy.
~
Brendon stands in front of the cheerleading squad and sighs. Who on earth had let these people onto his squa—oh, right. He did.
“One more time!” The squad groans, Joe and William the loudest. “And one, two, three, four!” Brendon shouts, clapping his hands as he counts before turning on the stereo next to him and launching into a complicated cheer routine. “’Cause we rock, we rock, we rock on!”
By the time they reach the chorus of the song, Brendon’s about to kill someone. He pauses the CD and blinks at them. “What. The. Hell? You guys knew this would be work! So work already!” He starts the song back up and they last until the chorus.
“Raise your hands up in the air and screa—WILLIAM!” William ducks to hide behind Frank, who’s the shortest member of the squad, standing at only 5’4”. Brendon sighs and turns the stereo off completely before grabbing it. “All right. We’ll work more tomorrow. But this has to be done for the pep rally on Thursday, which, I might add, is only three days away.” Everybody winces at that and Brendon glares at them all in turn. He walks away with a scowl on his face.
He really, really, really needs a boyfriend. And so does the rest of his squad apparently. They’d all probably do better if they got laid on a regular basis.
~
Ryan glares at Pete. “Get off, Pete.”
“I’m trying!” was Pete’s sophomoric reply. Ryan, Mikey, and Gerard all rolled their eyes.
“Moron!” the three reply in unison.
“Hey!” Pete scowls at the three of them but promptly stops and stares at someone as they walk by. The other three roll their eyes again.
“Patrick again. That’s, what? Three times today he’s stopped in the middle of a sentence to stare?” Ryan asks in a bitchy tone. Mikey and Gerard nod in assent.
“Though, you know, Ross…” Gerard began. “You’re the same way with that cheerleader. What’s his name, Mikey? Brent? Brandon? Brandy? Something like that.”
Ryan scowls at Gerard, eyes mutinous. “It’s Brendon. And I’ve seen you eyeing that one punk girl… What’s her name, Mikey? Lindsey?”
“It’s Lyn-Z.” Gerard corrects haughtily.
“There’s a difference—EW! GERARD! Would it kill you to bathe once in a while?!” Ryan shoves his way out from underneath Gerard’s arms and pulls a face. “Ew. I’m scarred for life. Thank you.” Gerard sticks his tongue out at Ryan and smirks.
“Hey, Mikey! Who do you like?” Pete calls out obnoxiously once they’ve noticed he’s walking away.
“Frank!” He calls back without turning around.
“Of course. He picks the one possibly straight cheerleader. My brother sets himself up for heartbreak.”
~
“You’re shitting me, right? Please tell me that what you’re saying is complete and utter bullshit?” Marshall pleads with Johnson, who just shakes his head resolutely and Marshall sighs.
“Why him? Why not… Miley?” Johnson shakes his head in response. “Or Emily?” Another headshake. “Or Demi?” He wrinkles his nose. “What about Ashley?” When he receives another head shake, Marshall whacks his friend over the head with his history textbook. “Why him, of all people? We’re band geeks! He’s a cheerleader. For the love of all that is holy, why?”
“Cause I like him… He’s cute, and funny and can be sweet on occasion, just watch him sometime!” Marshall just shakes his head, wide-eyed, at Johnson.
“But why Jonas of all people?"
And... end.
See? Not much. And anyway... Back to KH fic. creepy religious!Axel is eating my brain. BBL.