is your new It Girl.12/21/2007
in this past week (since i came back), i...
- have gotten pretty pissed.
- memorised the entire hip hop dance-thingummy.
- learnt a whole ballet routine for a SOLO PERFORMANCE. help.
- got parts of my eyebrows ripped out for prettifying's sake. painful.
- found a whole new meaning to MANicure.
- cut my hair short(er).
- slept over at two different houses on consecutive dates.
- had people sleep over.
- wished for another sleepover but with different people.
- worried. a lot.
- read a whole issue of Vogue in less than an hour.
- prayed with all my might.
- cried. and got pissed again.
- AND got misunderstood.
- laughed then ate some gingerbread.
- thought people were shallow creatures.
- didn't charge my iPod.
- charged my iPod.
- went to a total of 3 hairdressers' on different days. (duh)
- got my hair snipped (a little) for free twice. hahaha.
- tried on various dresses and regretted not buying one.
- sang my lungs out.
- watched a movie at home.
- hugged my grandpa.
- thanked God.
- memorised the entire hip hop dance-thingummy.
- learnt a whole ballet routine for a SOLO PERFORMANCE. help.
- got parts of my eyebrows ripped out for prettifying's sake. painful.
- found a whole new meaning to MANicure.
- cut my hair short(er).
- slept over at two different houses on consecutive dates.
- had people sleep over.
- wished for another sleepover but with different people.
- worried. a lot.
- read a whole issue of Vogue in less than an hour.
- prayed with all my might.
- cried. and got pissed again.
- AND got misunderstood.
- laughed then ate some gingerbread.
- thought people were shallow creatures.
- didn't charge my iPod.
- charged my iPod.
- went to a total of 3 hairdressers' on different days. (duh)
- got my hair snipped (a little) for free twice. hahaha.
- tried on various dresses and regretted not buying one.
- sang my lungs out.
- watched a movie at home.
- hugged my grandpa.
- thanked God.
12/20/2007
8/dec/07 - 15/dec/07
i was in Myanmar.
having the best time i ever had in Myanmar yet.
okay, that wasn't really fair.
considering i've only been there once before anyway.
having the best time i ever had in Myanmar yet.
okay, that wasn't really fair.
considering i've only been there once before anyway.
12/06/2007
atheism
the belief that there was nothing and nothing happened to nothing and then nothing magically exploded for no reason, creating everything and then a bunch of everything magically rearranged itself for no reason whatsoever into self-replicating bits which then turned into dinosaurs.
of course atheism makes perfect sense!
of course atheism makes perfect sense!
12/05/2007
Bing Bang Diggariggadong!
Day 1
at a park
Day 2
Farnham Castle
outside Jane Austen's house
a Mini Cooper! an orange Mini Cooper!
sunset outside "Stacy's" house
Day 3
Windsor?
Ditto 
another Mini Cooper. but grossly blurred,
i beg your pardon.
Day 4 - London
that famous train station.
(another blurry picture.)
signs like these everywhere
theatre tickets!taxi.
Day 5 - London, again
Madame Tussaude's
from the London Eye
Bing bang Diggariggadong! (ctd.)
Day 6
was spent at the giant Marks and Spencers at The Meadows
Day 7 - New Forest
picking Ella up from preschool
at the Waterwitch
i love my hoodie
at the Waterwitchi love my hoodieNew Forest (with no forest, just plains) 
Buckler's Hard.
pretty little village.
Buckler's Hard.pretty little village.
get to church. 
fuschia.
this horse was eating out of someone's garden. 
i love New Forest. with all the open fields and wildflowers and everything.
Day 8
was spent at home playing with swag we got from M&S and Tesco's.
Day 9
to avoid sounding hippy, i will not say how
special this place felt. darn.
Bing Bang Diggariggadong! (ctd. ctd.)
Day 9 - Clovelly (still)
all the way downalong.
this was our third cat
this was real.
sea.
first room at Hoops. (tiny!)
awesome awesome.
look, we have a tv! (second room)
Day 10"an English breakfast," she said.
Bath.
Day 11 (with a sunday dinner. yay.)church.
we went for a drive.
Day 12 - at home
11/22/2007
in a little car through the forest
(compare with Neutral Milk Hotel's In an Aeroplane Over the Sea)
well my (north of) London trip has been absolutely wonderful so far. the weather's lovely, the people (well mostly) are lovely. and i think i'm putting on weight.
shit. shit. shit.
oh well. that's what food's for. (what Sarah'd say)
to be honest. i've been in England (Church Crookham or Fleet or !£$%^&* or SOMEWHERE NEAR LONDON) for exactly a week and i've only seen 2/3 rainy days.
i kid you not.
anyway. Sandra, that's the friend we're (mum + i) staying with, brought us to all those villages/towns near where we're staying (see above). and OH MY GOD I LOVE ENGLAND.
so, yeah.
-Windsor Castle, and changing of the guard.
-(zoomed past) the Ascot racecourse.
-Jane Austen's cottage.
-Trafalgar Square and them streets in London.
-Madame Tussaude's. (LOVE IT)
-the London Eye.
those are the more tourist-y, well-known things.
I WATCHED THE LION KING IN MUSICAL AND IT WAS AMAZING.
we've been to tons more places like -insert village here-
i'll be a lovely little girly girl and post pictures. oh yes i will.
quote of the day: "nobody knows exactly what i've been doing, and that includes me and i'm not kidding." - Amanda Palmer.
no. of mini coopers i've seen: definitely >10.
send my love to you, me and everyone we know.
well my (north of) London trip has been absolutely wonderful so far. the weather's lovely, the people (well mostly) are lovely. and i think i'm putting on weight.
shit. shit. shit.
oh well. that's what food's for. (what Sarah'd say)
to be honest. i've been in England (Church Crookham or Fleet or !£$%^&* or SOMEWHERE NEAR LONDON) for exactly a week and i've only seen 2/3 rainy days.
i kid you not.
anyway. Sandra, that's the friend we're (mum + i) staying with, brought us to all those villages/towns near where we're staying (see above). and OH MY GOD I LOVE ENGLAND.
so, yeah.
-Windsor Castle, and changing of the guard.
-(zoomed past) the Ascot racecourse.
-Jane Austen's cottage.
-Trafalgar Square and them streets in London.
-Madame Tussaude's. (LOVE IT)
-the London Eye.
those are the more tourist-y, well-known things.
I WATCHED THE LION KING IN MUSICAL AND IT WAS AMAZING.
we've been to tons more places like -insert village here-
i'll be a lovely little girly girl and post pictures. oh yes i will.
quote of the day: "nobody knows exactly what i've been doing, and that includes me and i'm not kidding." - Amanda Palmer.
no. of mini coopers i've seen: definitely >10.
send my love to you, me and everyone we know.
11/21/2007
the Peter Pan Complex
avoids responsibilities,
people tell them they are childish and need to grow up,
would rather live in their head than the real world,
focuses on fantasies more than reality,
life lacks direction,
never know what to do next,
inconsistent performance,
does things without thinking,
tends to ignore or put off problems,
believes fun is the most important thing in life,
most people think they are crazy,
forgets scheduled appointments,
more past than future,
people tell them they are childish and need to grow up,
would rather live in their head than the real world,
focuses on fantasies more than reality,
life lacks direction,
never know what to do next,
inconsistent performance,
does things without thinking,
tends to ignore or put off problems,
believes fun is the most important thing in life,
most people think they are crazy,
forgets scheduled appointments,
more past than future,
Advanced Global Personality Test Results
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trait snapshot
secretive, reclusive, messy, disorganized, introverted, unassertive, rarely worries, dislikes large parties, does not like to fit in, does not need to control others, solitary, ambivalent about chaos, tough, leisurely, does not respect authority, not aggressive, observer, abstract, impractical, dislikes leadership, daydreamer, bizarre, does not make friends easily, not a perfectionist, suspicious, rarely irritated, strong physical instincts, unsympathetic at times, risk taker, submissive, weird, sarcastic, strange
whatever.
11/05/2007
doodahday
on saturday, there was a barbeque at Sarah's house.
hmm. it was really awesome. and fly. and cool. and asdfghjkl. and also more (positive) cliché terms than you can come up with.
also, it was too long to write in this measly time space i was given. so there. i rest my case.
all i'm saying is that we(Steph, Matt, Lizz)'re *coughCHEAPLABOUR!cough*
and that Sarah likes red nail-polish.
and that i don't approve of shark's fin soup. or whatever barbaric thing you call your barbaric dish-thing.
and ALSO that sleepovers are wicked fun.
hmm. it was really awesome. and fly. and cool. and asdfghjkl. and also more (positive) cliché terms than you can come up with.
also, it was too long to write in this measly time space i was given. so there. i rest my case.
all i'm saying is that we(Steph, Matt, Lizz)'re *coughCHEAPLABOUR!cough*
and that Sarah likes red nail-polish.
and that i don't approve of shark's fin soup. or whatever barbaric thing you call your barbaric dish-thing.
and ALSO that sleepovers are wicked fun.
11/02/2007
11/01/2007
quite, by accident.
i happened to stumble/trip/fall upon these photos.
the many faces of Christina Aguilera.
yes. they're all her.
and she's a model before singer to me.
or maybe it's just her 50's look.
10/31/2007
happy Halloweenie!
a lot's been going on since friday.
i probably won't have any time to tell you.
because everything's happening too fast ha.
so there.
and in a(n)nutshell acorn, it was like this...
Friday
- last day of school.
- mom goes to Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
- some drama about The Click 5 not coming to our school even though we won the competition. (read here)
- some drama about class allocation for next year. (out school system really sucks, if you must know)
- SLEEPOVER AT FAITH'S WITH JORD AND STACY!
- -whoop- OF FUN.
Saturday
- out with Faith, Jord and Stace!
- blah blah.
- went to their (my old) church. and it's funner than mine. hmph.
Sunday
- i love my grandma.
- started season 6 of 24 on dvd.
- mom came back. yay.
Monday
- watched 4 episodes of 24 consecutively. need something else to do.
Tuesday
- Sam came over and we argued about her "paedophilia", ha, and whether S. M. Afable was hot. no he isn't! (poo)
- went to tuition, blah and the grocery store to get stuff for the classbarbeque party.
- we "fell" into the pool. practically the whole class.
- towel capes are awesome.
- finished 10 episodes of 24 in total. i desperately need something else to do.
so there you have it. my absolutely jam-packed-with-amazing-and-fun-activites schedule.
ugh.
and happy Halloween. because you deserve candy. and also because we need to scare the living sh*t (whoop!) outta some people.
and listen to some Vampire Weekend, they'll make you smile.
x
i probably won't have any time to tell you.
because everything's happening too fast ha.
so there.
and in a(n)
Friday
- last day of school.
- mom goes to Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
- some drama about The Click 5 not coming to our school even though we won the competition. (read here)
- some drama about class allocation for next year. (out school system really sucks, if you must know)
- SLEEPOVER AT FAITH'S WITH JORD AND STACY!
- -whoop- OF FUN.
Saturday
- out with Faith, Jord and Stace!
- blah blah.
- went to their (my old) church. and it's funner than mine. hmph.
Sunday
- i love my grandma.
- started season 6 of 24 on dvd.
- mom came back. yay.
Monday
- watched 4 episodes of 24 consecutively. need something else to do.
Tuesday
- Sam came over and we argued about her "paedophilia", ha, and whether S. M. Afable was hot. no he isn't! (poo)
- went to tuition, blah and the grocery store to get stuff for the class
- we "fell" into the pool. practically the whole class.
- towel capes are awesome.
- finished 10 episodes of 24 in total. i desperately need something else to do.
so there you have it. my absolutely jam-packed-with-amazing-and-fun-activites schedule.
ugh.
and happy Halloween. because you deserve candy. and also because we need to scare the living sh*t (whoop!) outta some people.
and listen to some Vampire Weekend, they'll make you smile.
x
10/27/2007
you're SO emo.
Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert.
It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart Because I Love You and Rip Apart My Soul and of course Stabby, Rip, Stab, Stab .
And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to flippy thing either, like that guy from that band could do. Some days.
I’m an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You’d be non-conforming to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I’m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
Cause I feel real deep when I’m dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression, most just call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below transvestite
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
I’m dark, and sensitive with low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I’m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can’t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It’s never any fun they say they already have a pussy
They don’t need another one
Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don’t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo
My life is just a black abyss you know? It’s so dark
And its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans.
(Which look great on me, by the way)
When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a LiveJournal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I’m just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls I’d only be half right
I look like I’m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw Xbox I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo
My parents don’t get me, you know?
They think I’m gay because they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple of guys
But I mean, it's the 2000's.
Can’t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay?
I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways
I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you’re the only one on that gets me, you’re my best friend... I feel like tacos.
10/25/2007
beLIEve
Sam and i had a nice conversation... on the 24th. yes.
there is Person 1, 2, and 3. Person 1 didn't go to school and 2 isn't in our math class so we could talk about whatever we wanted. ("FREEDOOOOMMM!!", says Braveheart/William Wallace/Mel Gibson)
okay. so Sam is good friends with Person 2. and then they swop secrets and whatever the heck girly girlfriends do. (no offence to Sam :))
then along dances Person 1. okay, she doesn't dance, she stomps and makes us quake in her terrifying presence. but whatever.
Person the First then proceeds to hook up (NOT LITERALLY!) with Person 2 by using her extraordinary conversational skills on the topic of BOYS. which is obviously Numero Duo's weakness.
ugh.
anyway, Person 2 is drifting from Sam towards Person 1 and now THEY'RE becoming girly girl girlfriends (ew) and exchanging secrets and whispering all the time in front of other people AND backstabbing people including me.
LOSERS!
okay. ha. so the problem's that Sam doesn't like Person 1 (who DOES?) and they're backstabbing everyone else who isn't them.
wait, where does Person the Third come in? OH. Person 3 is the self-inviting little (not literally LITTLE, either) -insert inappropriate noun here- who talks as much trash as your garbage disposal.
and she's annoying as -insert really annoying noun here-.
so it's basically Persons 1, 2 and 3(not really) who need to get wiped off the face of the earth because backstabbers are just as good as people who wear fur.
oh psh. i don't really like doing this "ranting" (people call it that). i find it so lame.
but then again i have to. because this is why you love me.
YES!
there is Person 1, 2, and 3. Person 1 didn't go to school and 2 isn't in our math class so we could talk about whatever we wanted. ("FREEDOOOOMMM!!", says Braveheart/William Wallace/Mel Gibson)
okay. so Sam is good friends with Person 2. and then they swop secrets and whatever the heck girly girlfriends do. (no offence to Sam :))
then along dances Person 1. okay, she doesn't dance, she stomps and makes us quake in her terrifying presence. but whatever.
Person the First then proceeds to hook up (NOT LITERALLY!) with Person 2 by using her extraordinary conversational skills on the topic of BOYS. which is obviously Numero Duo's weakness.
ugh.
anyway, Person 2 is drifting from Sam towards Person 1 and now THEY'RE becoming girly girl girlfriends (ew) and exchanging secrets and whispering all the time in front of other people AND backstabbing people including me.
LOSERS!
okay. ha. so the problem's that Sam doesn't like Person 1 (who DOES?) and they're backstabbing everyone else who isn't them.
wait, where does Person the Third come in? OH. Person 3 is the self-inviting little (not literally LITTLE, either) -insert inappropriate noun here- who talks as much trash as your garbage disposal.
and she's annoying as -insert really annoying noun here-.
so it's basically Persons 1, 2 and 3(not really) who need to get wiped off the face of the earth because backstabbers are just as good as people who wear fur.
oh psh. i don't really like doing this "ranting" (people call it that). i find it so lame.
but then again i have to. because this is why you love me.
YES!
10/24/2007
The Adventures of Emo Boy and Scene Girl
This was some part fan-fic, part making-fun-of-stereotypes story i found on myspace. credits go to Lizzard or whatever they want to be called. :)
The Adventures of Emo Boy and Scene Girl
Episode One
"Come, Emo Boy! Evil's A-Converse!" A girl with hair that looked like it had been in a fight with a chainsaw, and then in a fight with a dye factory said. She was wearing a Hello Kitty beach towel for a cape, and had on skinny jeans and a blue, pink, and green striped swishy top.
"What's the point anymore?" a boy laying on the ground by her said. His voice was the only clue that he was alive, as his extremely pale face had barely moved.
"Oh, come on! There are lives to be saved!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. "Besides, it's that dude. From that wicked sick band! The hot one, with the hair!"
Emo Boy sat up suddenly. "The dick-headed one?" he asked.
"The very same! Now, let's go!" She grabbed Emo Boy's arm, and directed him out the window, jumping out behind him. Mere moments later, all that could be seen of the two 'super heroes' was two capes, one hot pink, the other black.
Episode Two: The Case of the Tight Pants
"HEEEEELP!!!!" Shouted a certain rock star, in search of his saviors. "HEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!! AND I FUCKING MEAN IT!!!"
"Never fear, Scene Girl is here!" Scene Girl said, popping up behind the egotistical rock star.
"And I'm Emo Boy... woo..." Emo Boy drawled, standing next to his comrade.
"And we hear that YOU have a problem, Mr. Pete, Sir!" Scene Girl grinned, surreptitiously pulling out a notebook from her back pocket.
"Well, DUH! I mean, just LOOK at my pants! I can't get them off over... THAT!" he motioned downwards. Scene Girl's eyes widened.
"Wow... That's the biggest I've ever seen..." she said, her eyes growing wider by the second.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just want these pants OFF so that I can get some relief!" Pete growled.
"Do we HAVE to?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl.
"Of course we do, Emo-ey! It's out duties as super heroes!" she shouted at him.
"Super Zeroes, more like..." Emo Boy mumbled.
"Oh, hush! Mr. Wentz, we'll do as you ask, but only so long as you give me your autograph, and let us poke your bartskull tattoo!" Scene Girl laughed evilly as she thrust her notebook and a Sharpie at Pete.
"Agh! Anything to get these pants OFF!!!" Pete groaned, and scrawled an autograph for Scene Girl, who was caught in paroxysms of giggles. She accepted the book back, and did a little happy dance.
"NOW will you get these things off!" Pete gasped.
"Sure thing! Emo Boy! Grab him, and don't let go!" Scene Girl said, going directly to business.
"I hope you don't mind if I accidentally yank your arms out..." Emo Boy pessimitized.
"All righty then! One, two, three!" Scene Girl cried, and pulled Pete's Pants off of him. Pete immediately sat down on the ground whimpering.
"You didn't suck too horribly with your getting-guys-out-of-their-pants powers..." Emo Boy congratulated Scene Girl, who nodded in enjoyment.
"I'm delighted to find that my powers work in this scenario, too! I mean, who'd have thought that I'd be able to get pants THAT tight over the biggest..." a truck roared past outside obscuring her words. "...that I've ever seen!"
"All right, are you going to kiss it and make it all better or not?" Pete asked.
"Of course! Another of my super powers are kisses that can do absolutely anything!" Scene Girl said.
Pete scooched himself towards Scene Girl, who leaned down and kissed his...
...
...
...
...
...
...
Big toe.
Suddenly the story stopped in a tableau, and Scene Girl looked over at you. Yeah, you, the one reading this story.
"My Gawd, you sicko! This fanfic is only rated PG-13! I can't BELIVE you were thinking that! Like I would EVER give Pete Wentz a blow job!" she said, a disgusted look on her face.
"Awww.... Please?" Pete asked.
"No! And we are done discussing this!" Scene Girl exclaimed while the story returned to where it was supposed to be.
"Thank you, Emo Boy and Scene Girl! I can put my pants on again, now that the bump on my toe is gone!" Pete grinned, and gave the super heroes a thumbs up.
"I believe you still owe us two pokes..." Scene Girl reminded the bassist of Fall Out Boy.
He sighed, and pulled up his shirt a little. Emo Boy and Scene Girl both squeed, and poked Pete's bartskull tattoo several times each before Pete got sick of it.
"Okay, OKAY!" Pete snapped, and pulled his shirt down rather sharply.
"Time for us to be going, then!" Scene Girl said, standing up, and dragging Emo Boy with her out the window.
Once they were a decent amount away, Scene Girl said confidentially to Emo Boy, "I'm just glad he was wearing underwear today... or else we both would've been even more fucked up than you are, now..."
Emo Boy nodded in agreement as the pair flew off towards their next adventure.
Episode Three: Your Face WILL Stay That Way
A bright light depicting a bleeding heart being cut by a Unicorn shone against the clouds. Within mere moments, two shadowy figures flashed across the bright disc.
At the source of the light was a mega-powered flashlight being held by an extremely jittery and extremely thin guitarist. His eyes were ringed with fantastical makeup, and he was wearing extremely old-fashioned, yet somehow modern clothes.
"You lit?" an overly cheerful voice asked from behind him.
Ryan Ross jumped, and turned the flashlight on the very super heroes he had been trying to summon. They stood side by side, as different as night and day. Even as different as black and white, which sort of made sense, since one was wearing all black, and the other was dressed in various bright colors.
"Scare me out of my pants, why dontcha!" Ryan asked, clutching theatrically at his heart.
"I wouldn't mind..." Scene Girl said, staring at him. Emo Boy elbowed her in the side, and cleared his throat.
"Yes, the light! So what did you want?" Scene Girl asked, blushing.
"It's actually Brendon... Well, you'd better see him for yourself." Ryan led Emo Boy inside, with Scene Girl trailing after them like a lovesick puppy.
When they got to Panic! At the Disco's dressing room, Emo Boy paled. "Scene Girl... don't look. You'll be too euuugh to be your happy, annoying self..." he blocked the doorway from his companion.
"Emo-ey! That's bull, I wanna see!" Scene Girl cried, worming her way around Emo Boy. "Whatever, there's nothing he..." she sank to the ground, her eyes glazing over.
"Shit, not again..." Emo Boy muttered.
"Okay, quick. Does anyone have a Sidekick?" Emo Boy peered around at the rock stars in the room.
Ryan reluctantly pulled out his Sidekick under his piercing glare. Emo Boy hurriedly shoved the compact electronic device into Scene Girl's hands. Within moments, she was typing away on it, before finally handing it back to Ryan.
"Sorry. That happens all the time... Her only weakness is the first sight of a half-naked guy. It's like her Kryptonite. The only thing to make it better is a sidekick. It's really o--" Emo Boy explained to the confused people in front of him.
"Okay, enough of my secrets! What's the problem here?" Scene Girl cut off Emo Boy.
"Well... Brendon... He was making funny faces at a camera again. And, well... You can see the results." Spencer said. He was hanging upside-down on a couch, and was playing imaginary drums in midair. He had ditched his pants somewhere, or had not yet put them on, and was wearing black, flamingo covered boxers along with his ruffled shirt and vest.
"Besides, we need to be onstage in five minutes, and Brendon can't move his face to sing." Jon pointed out. Brendon nodded vigorously, and tried to move his mouth from its vicious scowl.
"Oh, is that all?" Scene Girl asked, tossing her hair back. "In that case, just pay us our normal fee, and we'll make it better!"
"Fee?" All four band members asked at once. Well... Brendon made a noise, but it counted.
Emo Boy rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..."
"Yes! We come with a small service charge! Autographs! One each, fork 'em over!" Scene Girl grinned, and passed around her notebook and a Sharpie. The boys of Panic! signed it, and handed it back to her.
"Excellent!" Scene Girl exclaimed. She stepped up to Brendon, and prodded at his face for a moment.
"Need some help?" Emo Boy asked, an amused almost-smile on his face.
"No!" Scene Girl prodded Brendon's face for a few more seconds. Then her shoulders slumped. "Okay, yes..."
Emo Boy walked over, and breathed in Brendon's face, which immediately became normal looking.
Brendon moved his jaw around, and then punched the air. "I'm cured!"
"Uh huh! Now, get your clothes on, and have a great show!" Scene Girl grinned, waved at them, and dove out the window, followed at a slower pace by Emo Boy
Episode Four: When Sluts Attack
Note: You'll be ashamed of Emo Boy... I know I was
"Scene Girl, I hear the utterly disheartened cries of a girl in trouble." Emo Boy said one evening as they were partaking in their evening ice cream sandwich break.
"Do you think that we should help her... I mean, them... or leave them to face almost certain peril?"
Scene Girl sighed. "But... but... my sammich!" she looked at Emo Boy with puppy dog eyes.
"Fine." He let his breath out in a huff. "You can take your damn ice cream with you. But let's go!"
"Fine, Mr. Bossy Weisenheimer..." Scene Girl grumbled. She put her cape back on, and jumped out the window after the already far-away Emo Boy.
She finally caught up with her friend just as he landed before a pair of blondes. "Good evening ladies. How may I... I mean, we... help you?" he asked in a silky voice.
"Well... we WERE going swimming... but we both lost our friendship bracelets." Keltie Colleen said, and tossed her absurdly dry hair over her shoulder. Her friend Ashlee Simpson nodded in agreement.
"They got caught in the drain, and we can't get them free..." Ashlee simpered.
"Oh, shoot. Past your bedtime, Emo BOY!" Scene Girl glared at Keltie and Ashlee.
"Scene Girl... just give me a fucking hand already..." Emo Boy snapped at her.
"No. I refuse to help you jack off." Scene Girl glared coldly at him.
"What's the matter with you, Scene Girl? You're always so bubbly and happy!" Emo Boy asked his bestest friend.
"Because I fucking don't like them." She growled, pointing at Ashlee and Keltie.
"Why? They haven't done anything to you!"
"Besides be whores, and wastes of space. So I'm not going to help them get their uber retarded 'friendship bracelets' back. SO THERE!" She shouted at the annoying blondes who were comparing tan lines.
She bent her knees, and took off straight into the air. She then zoomed down, and shoved Ashlee and Keltie into the water. They screamed like no tomorrow, and matching wooden half hearts floated up out of the fronts of their shirts, trailing short cords.
"Looks like you never actually lost your fucking bracelets. Come on, Emo Boy." Scene Girl laughed at the floating bitches, and grabbed Emo Boy by the back of his cape, and dragged him upwards.
"Call me!" he mouthed at Pete and Ryan's girlfriends. They giggled, and waved goodbye to him, before getting into a splash fight.
Episode Five: My Watercolor Romance!!
Note: We are not forcing Frerard. We KNOW they're not gay but it makes a good storyline. And yes, we also know Pansy is featured in this episode...
"This is despicable!" Scene Girl exclaimed, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop PC.
"The current state of the human race?" Emo Boy asked, his own eyes glued to the news, which was flashing information about yet another war.
"No, silly! Frank Iero and Gerard Way are fighting! Ferard is having relationship issues!"
Emo Boy blinked at her. "Does this mean we have to go on another mission?"
"Well, of COURSE! It's Ferard for goodness sakes!" She stood up from her computer, and pranced over to Emo Boy.
"One of these days, you're going to kill me on one of these missions, you know..." he told her, as he stood up.
"Okay, okay, now out the window!" Scene Girl cried, and shoved him out the portal.
"You never let me say anything onstage anymore!" Frank Iero shouted at the lead singer of My Chemical Romance.
"Yeah, well you play off key! Which completely fucks me up!" Gerard defended himself against an evil glare from Frank.
"How can I play off key!?! I tune Pansy every night before we go on!"
"Well, maybe you have bad pitch!" Gerard poked Frank in the chest.
"Maybe your MOM has bad pitch!" Frank shouted, standing on his tiptoes so that he could be fairly eye to eye with Gerard, who gasped, and drew back.
"Oh, no, he DI-IN'T!" Gerard snapped his fingers in a Z formation at Frank.
"Wait... what about Mom?" Mikey asked Gerard as he walked by.
"Frank said that she has bad pitch!" Gerard whined to his younger brother.
"It's true, though, Gee... Mom is a really bad singer." Mikey pointed out to Frank's happiness.
"But that's beside the point! Let me at 'im!" Gerard lunged at Frank, only to be stopped by a teenage girl with bright, multicolored hair.
"Get out of my way!" he growled.
"No! Emo Boy, back me up on this!" Emo Boy shrugged, and motioned at her to continue. Scene Girl sighed in aggravation.
"Whatever. But you're still friends! Whether you are, in fact, gay lovers or not, you're still friends first and foremost!" Scene Girl shouted at Gerard and Frank, who both shrank down a little.
"Now, I want you to tell each other what the issue is! The REAL issue, not some retarded 'oh, you're off pitch!' Because you both help make My Chemical Romance what it is!"
Frank and Gerard glared at each other, as if each was daring the other to say something. There was silence.
Suddenly, Bob spoke up. "I think that we're all a little bit sick of each other right now... that, and Gee found Frank using his toothbrush to brush a giant plastic dinosaur's teeth." Frank laughed at something none of the rest of them could see.
"Frank, you're funny!" Scene Girl said. Frank grinned.
Gerard stomped his foot. "So everyone laughs with him! He never gets in trouble for anything stupid, but when I do something that's not considered all that cool or intelligent, I get a scolding! It's just not fair!" he crossed his arms, and pouted.
"Is that IT?" Emo Boy asked. Gerard nodded.
"You're acting like children. The both of you!" Emo Boy gave them both his patented Hypno-Glare. Gerard and Frank both stiffened, and then got dreamy look on their faces.
"You WILL get along." Emo Boy told them.
"We will get along..." they chorused.
"You'll hug and make up! And a kiss! I wanna see a kiss!" Scene Girl grinned.
Gerard and Frank hugged, and gave each other a quick kiss on the lips. Scene Girl clapped, and the two previously hypnotized members of My Chemical Romance snapped out of their trances and high fived each other.
"See? That wasn't so hard!" Scene Girl grinned, and took out her infamous notebook. "Now, it's payment time! Sign away!" She handed the book to Frank, and it slowly worked its way around to all five band members.
"Thanks for solving our problems, Emo Boy and Scene Girl. We really just need to keep Frankie away from everything. Or keep an eye on him." Ray said, and mussed his fro-like hair.
"It's out job! Come, Emo Boy, I need to go surf the web!" Emo Boy nodded, and followed Scene Girl out the window, after waving back to the wildly waving members of My Chemical Romance.
Episode Six: St-st-stuttering Problems
"So we meet again..." A girl with wildly colored hair and large sunglasses said to a famous rock star.
"So it would seem," he said with his patented smirk.
"Whoo... Now, can we get this over with so that I can go back to sleep?" A sad, yet angry looking boy asked the two, as the steadily swelling bad western music stopped with a screech.
"Hey, when did we get a soundtrack, Emo Boy?" Scene Girl asked her near-catatonic companion, who shrugged in response.
"Meh. Must've been when our creator drew us. She still needs to put that up, by the way..."
"Duh! Anyway, what's your illin', Petrude?" Scene Girl removed her sunglasses, as she was inside, and she couldn't see very well with them on.
"It's not actually me, this time..." Pete said.
Scene Girl shook a finger in his face. "Of course it's not! Not EVERYTHING'S about you, ya know! Friggin' egomaniac!"
"It's actually Patrick..." Pete pouted, pointing into the other room.
"What's wrong with Hatrack?" Scene Girl asked, her eyes going to chibi proportions.
"He's on record mode." Pete grimaced as he fluffed the back of his hair.
"BROKEN record, more like." Fall Out Boy's drummer, Andy said, walking over and slipping his thick-rimmed black glasses back on.
"JESUS!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and launched herself at the truly Jesus-esque man.
"Okay, who let the fangirl in?" Andy pretty much ignored the super hero wrapped around his waist as her kept walking towards Pete.
"She's going to help Trick. Her, and this sad boy..." Pete said.
"EMO Boy," he corrected. "My name is Emo Boy. Scene Girl, pull yourself together. We have work to do."
Scene Girl reluctantly let go of Andy, and sat on the floor for a moment before springing up. "So, what's wrong with Patrick Stump?"
Neither of the members of Fall Out Boy said a word as they looked as one to a door into what appeared to be a practice hall. Scene Girl edged towards the door, dragging Emo Boy with her.
"St-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st..." Patrick Stump stuttered, as he kept playing the same note on his guitar that he had slung around himself.
Joe was watching him, looking like he was a mixture of scared and high. "We were playing Dance, Dance, and this just... happened. He hasn't stopped for at least the last hour."
Scene Girl dropped to her knees, grief stricken. Emo Boy only rolled his eyes, and delivered a swift kick to Patrick's rear end.
The stuttering immediately stopped.
"Ow..." Patrick said, rubbing his bum. "What'd you have to kick me so hard for?" Emo Boy shrugged.
Scene Girl grinned, and gave the mysterious viewing device that was watching them a thumbs up. "Great teamwork, Emo-ey!" Scene Girl said, even though the only thing she had done was to sit on the ground whimpering. Emo Boy nodded as he went back to him usual quiet self.
"Alright, Mr. Trick, if that happens again, just give us a call, and we'll be right there!" Scene Girl said. Patrick nodded, and gave her a quick hug, which made Scene Girl blush.
Emo Boy cleared his throat.
"Ah, that's right!" Scene Girl said. "Our payment! Pass this around, if you'd please!" She was practically jumping up and down in anticipation of three new signatures to add to her collection. The notebook worked its way around until it got to Pete, who groaned.
"Do I HAVE to sign again?" he whined.
"Yes!" Scene Girl trilled. Pete sighed, signed it, and handed it back to her.
"Alright, now go. We need to practice." Andy said, and practically shoved Emo Boy and Scene Girl out the window, before slamming it shut.
"I think we scared him a little bit..." Scene Girl said.
"A bit?" Emo Boy asked her. She grinned and nodded. He rolled his eyes, and began flying towards their lair. After a moment, Scene Girl took off after her friend, doing random loop-de-loops as she followed him home
Episode Seven: I'm A REAL Boy!!
Scene Girl crept Mission Impossible style down the deserted hallway in the empty building, humming the theme song under her breath. Emo Boy followed her, just plodding down the hallway. They passed through a door into a room that gleamed with burnished stainless steel.
"We're in a completely empty building, Scene Girl. We aren't going to get caught. That is, if neither of us trips the alarms..." Emo Boy said, stopping in front of a machine, while Scene Girl dodged behind a pillar.
Scene Girl crept over to the console Emo Boy was standing in front of. "What do you think that thing does?" she asked him, pointing to a shining silver globe-like thing in front of them.
"I dunno... But I wouldn't touch it if I we... NO!" he shouted as Scene Girl reached towards the shiny globe, her eyes wide. Emo Boy reached towards her hand, but tripped, and was unable to stop his momentum as he squished both of their hands against the cold metal globe.
Time passed. It was boring, because the only movement in the room was a fly buzzing around, and our heroes were on the ground, passed out.
Scene Girl stirred, and stretched in a very girly way. Emo Boy was already sitting up, rubbing his eyes. His knuckles came away blackened by eyeliner.
"That was some shock..." Scene Girl said, opening her eyes. "Emo Boy?" she asked. He grunted to show that he was responsive, although he was still half-asleep. He is so NOT a morning person.
"Emo Boy, why can't I see out of my left eye?" Scene Girl looked down, and squeaked in panic. She frantically ran her hands over her chest, which had turned flat, and was now covered in black cloth, instead of the pink unicorn print shirt that she had put on earlier that morning.
"I'm a fucking boy! We switched bodies!" Scene Girl squeaked, panicking slightly. She ran her fingers through her... er... his shorter, black hair that was so unfamiliar feeling on her head.
"Ooh, your hair is soft, Emo Boy..." she muttered. Emo Boy paid her no mind, and focussed on the more important issue.
"We did?" Emo Boy asked through Scene Girl's pink-chapsticked mouth. He pulled the front of Scene Girl's unicorn-print shirt away from the body he was currently wearing, and looked inside. He came up a second later, wearing a smirk. "I guess we did switch bodies..."
"Stop looking at me!" Scene Girl shouted at Emo Boy, blushing madly.
"Sorry..." He mumbled, hiding behind Scene Girl's garrulous, brightly colored hair.
Scene Girl stood up, and started pacing. It was her usual combination of pacing and silly dancing, but since she looked like Emo Boy, it was pretty ridiculous. When her back was turned, Emo Boy peeked down the front his shirt, and mouthed 'thank you!' at the ceiling, before taking yet another peek.
"I think that the thing to do is to go home, since there's obviously nothing here. And then we should talk to someone who knows what the fuck is going on. Like my mom. And stop squishing my butt!" Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy.
"Sorry... I've just... never been a girl before. Don't say that you're not even a little bit curious about what I look like naked." Emo Boy said.
Scene Girl blushed and sputtered for a moment before turning her back angrily on Emo Boy.
"I'm sorry, Scene Girl, I wasn't being completely serious. I might've even been joking a little." Emo Boy said, flipping his brightly colored hair over his left eye, where it usually resided when he was in his own body, with his own hair.
Scene Girl sighed. "It's okay, Emoey. I'm just soooooo confused! I mean, should the author be referring to me as a 'he' or a 'she'? Are we now 'The Adventures of Emo Girl and Scene Boy'?" Scene Girl (Boy?) stomped his (her?) foot.
"Don't..." Emo Boy trailed off as a smelly spray of anti-ghost foam sprayed from the walls. Emo Boy spat out a mouthful. "...touch that. Great Job, Scene Girl," he said sarcastically.
"Whatever. I need a shower." She muttered, and took off out the open skylight down the hall that they had entered through earlier.
Emo Boy glanced down his shirt one more time before taking off after her to go home, and have a shower.
Episode Eight: Sex Changes
Emo Boy will still be referred to as Emo Boy, and as 'he'. Scene Girl will still be referred to as 'she'. It is up to you to keep it all straight in your head.
A few days later, Emo Boy was curled into a fetal position in the corner of his room, muttering about everything being 'too pink.' Even though he was sitting in his all-black room, he was still wearing Scene Girl's body, and thus her clothes.
"What's too pink?" Scene Girl asked, popping into the doorway of Emo Boy's room. A towel was draped over her head, and she wasn't wearing a shirt. She had quickly gotten used to being a boy, although all of Emo Boy's black stuff was depressing her.
"All of your stuff is so... bright. The colors are killing me." Emo Boy muttered into his arm.
"So? Wear your clothes." Scene Girl suggested, as though it was the simplest thing in the world. She continued toweling her hair dry.
"My clothes don't fit anymore. Besides, even your underwear is colorful." Emo Boy twitched.
"So? Yours is all black. You don't see me complaining." Scene girl flipped her head over to get the last of the towelable water out of it, and took the towel off. The telltale scent of hair dye rolled off of her head in waves. She had dyed Emo Boy's hair bright, shocking pink. The change from the black that normally framed Emo Boy's body's face to the bright pink was so shocking that Emo Boy sat gaping at Scene Girl for a moment, before he managed to speak.
"What did you do to my HAIR?!?" He finally managed to say. His jaw was almost lying on the floor.
Scene Girl fluffed it out with her fingers. "You don't like it?" She asked.
"It's PINK!"
"I told you to stop touching my chest. You didn't listen." Scene Girl said nonchalantly. She leaned over Emo Boy's dresser to apply a thick layer of eyeliner, using his mirror.
"Is THAT what this is about? Me touching your chest?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl, who nodded.
"Like this?" he asked, an evil grin on his face. He reached up, and grabbed one of Scene Girl's body's boobs.
"Stop that!" Scene Girl snapped.
"No way. I'll stop just long enough to take a shower, though." Emo Boy said, standing up, and heading over to his bed.
"Don't stare at my body while you're in there. Pervert." Scene Girl scolded him.
"Now, that I can't promise." Emo Boy said with a wink. "Go play with yourself, or something."
Emo Boy grabbed something off of his bed, and headed towards the bathroom.
Scene Girl glared after him, before throwing on one of his plain black t-shirts and flying to the nearest Hot Topic.
"I need something REALLY colorful." She said to the nearest sales guy.
He gave her an odd look. "We just got in a shipment of new Jeffree Star shirts. Is this a present for your girlfriend, or something?" The sales guy asked.
Scene Girl laughed at him. "Fuck no. It's for me."
"Alright..." the sales guy said, brushing off the weirdness of it all, and leading Scene Girl over to the display of bright pink and blue tee shirts.
"Sweet!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and picked out a few shirts, before going to check out.
An hour later when she got home, Scene Girl was wearing one of her new, bright shirts that would be a little too big for her normal body, but were a little small while she was in Emo Boy's body. She was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses, and sipping a Vanilla Frappachino from Starbucks.
"Emo-ey! I'm home!" Scene Girl shouted as she walked in the door. She wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of hair dye.
"Still smells bad... icky..." she muttered as she headed towards her room to drop off her purchases, only to run smack into Emo Boy, wearing black lingerie, and jet-black, freshly dyed hair. She gaped at him for a minute, before squeaking unintelligibly.
"You... you... my body... my HAIR!" Once she finished, no more intelligible words came out.
"Do you like it?" Emo Boy asked her, but ignored her when she shook her head. "I figured that you needed a new look. I think it looks rather nice on you." He stepped back, revealing that he was also wearing black stilettos. "Apparently you decided the same for me... Too bad it's not staying that way." Scene Girl glared at him, and stormed into her room.
Ten minutes later, Emo Boy knocked on the door.
"Scene Girl, come on. We have a mission to do, we need to save a kitten in a tree." Contrary to popular belief, Emo Boy and Scene Girl saved more than famous rock stars. They did positive things for the community, as well.
Scene Girl opened the door to her room, busy tying on her Hello Kitty towel slash cape slash thing. She had changed out of Emo Boy's pants, and was now wearing a pair of her own. They were much tighter, and it was obvious that she had decided to go commando, instead of having horrific amounts of VPL. Her hipbones (really Emo Boy's) were clearly visible above the top of her pants and through the thin shirt she was wearing.
Emo Boy shrugged, and fastened his black cape around his neck, trying not to mind the cool breeze that blew over almost his entire body. He followed Scene Girl out the window, like always, and to where a small kitten was meowing pitifully in a tree.
"Awww... poor thing..." Scene Girl said, looking up at the tiny cat.
"I'll get it..." Emo Boy volunteered glumly. He attempted to get up the tree, but his stilettos and lack of clothing made it impossible to climb the tree.
"No, you won't. See, underwear are hard to actually do stuff in. Pervert." Scene Girl stuck her tongue out at Emo Boy, and attempted to climb the tree herself, failing miserably as she discovered that wearing tight jeans as a boy is not a good idea, and that too-small shirts are extremely uncomfortable.
"See? Not so easy being a boy, is it?" Emo Boy asked, holding out a hand to help his friend up.
"I suppose not. Have you discovered that it's not easy being a girl?" Scene Girl asked him as she pulled herself up.
At that moment, the kitten fell, mewing, into Scene Girl's arms. It was wearing a collar that had a tag that said only 'Wonder Kitty' on it and a little black and blue polka dotted cape.
"I think that this should be our new sidekick!" Scene Girl cried, cuddling the kitten to her cheek.
"I suppose... IF we can't find its home." Emo Boy said reluctantly. He grinned, and chuckled. "By the way, being a girl is really easy." He put his hands on his chest.
Scene Girl rolled her eyes. "Wait till it turns that time of the month." She said, and took off into the air, cuddling young Wonder Kitty.
"Wait... what?" Emo Boy called after her. "Scene Girl! Wait!" He cried, before taking off after her at top speed.
Episode Nine: Gabe's Perfectly Purple Hoodie
"Scene Girl!" Emo Boy called from his bedroom. "Scene Girl, I know that one of your powers is getting guys' pants off, but does that mean that you can't get yours ON?" He called through the apartment. Scene Girl appeared in the doorway, toweling her hair dry. It was once again morning in their apartment, and they had an important assignment today.
Scene Girl laughed at him. "Oh, you'll see in about three days... in the meantime, wear these," she said. She tossed a different pair of pants at him from the drawer. Emo Boy pulled off the offending pants, and pulled on the ones Scene Girl had tossed at him.
"So, what're we doing today?" Emo Boy asked.
"We are meeting Gabe Saporta, and helping him find a new purple hoodie. Apparently, they're really hard to find, if you want the right shade..."
"Wait... Gabe lost his hoodie?" Emo Boy asked. He had heard waaaay too much about Gabe Saporta's hoodie to not know what a big deal this would be.
Scene Girl shook her head. "No, it just mysteriously died. Gabe called the Hotline about half an hour ago, and he was really upset. I promised that we would buy him ice cream, and help him find a new hoodie."
"Oh. Well, let's get going, then." Emo Boy said, pulling on a pair of Scene Girl's combat boots.
"Of course!" Scene Girl hopped out the window of Emo Boy's bedroom, and quickly flew to the mall, with Emo Boy trailing behind her, so that she couldn't see what he was doing with her body on the way there.
Scene Girl landed in the food court; and scanned the surrounding area for Gabe's dark head, and quickly spotted him. He was sitting next to a potter palm tree with his head in his hands, and an extremely ratty old hoodie on.
"Awwww... Are you okay, Gabe?" Scene Girl asked, hugging him.
Gabe shook his head. "I want my hoodie back to the way it was. This one has too many holes." And indeed, there were too many holes. In fact, it was more hole than hoodie.
"It's okay, Gabe... we'll find you a new one! And anyways, maybe it was just your hoodie's time to go." Scene Girl said. At this, Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of Cobra Starship, burst into tears.
"I... I don't WANT a new... h-h-hoodie! I want my old one ba-aaaaaaack!" Gabe cried, grabbing Scene Girl around the middle, and crying into her shoulder.
"Shhhhh... We'll find a new one, you'll see!" Scene Girl said, rocking gently back and forth while rubbing Gabe's back.
"Just so you know, you look really, really gay right now." Emo Boy piped in.
"Oh, just because I have your body now means that I'm a guy? No fucking way, dude. No fucking way. I like being a girl, and we are soooo finding a way to turn back." Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy while cradling Gabe.
Emo Boy put his hands up in defense. "Hey! Hey! No need to get snappy, I'm just making observations."
Gabe looked up at Emo Boy to see where all of the noise was coming from. "Ooh... pretty...." he said.
"Dude... no offense, but I don't swing that way." Emo Boy said.
"And you just sounded like a lesbian." Scene Girl taunted Emo Boy, who rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Are we getting ice cream? Or are we just going to stay here and sing 'Guy Love' from Scrubs?" he asked the two cuddling guys.
"Yay! Ice Cream!" Gabe shouted, shooting straight to his feet.
~IceCream~
"Now, where did you buy your original hoodie?" Scene Girl asked Gabe as she licked some rainbow sprinkles off of her soft-serve strawberry ice cream cone.
"Uhm... A little shop in Chicago? I really don't know, but it was about three years ago, and the shop was going out of business. So there's no way in hell we'll find it here in California." Gabe mumbled around a mouthful of his Pistachio ice cream.
"Maybe I should..." Emo Boy hinted at Scene Girl. He had taken about half of his ice cream so far, and was going in for more.
"No, Emo Boy. It's too risky. Besides, it would have to be me, because I've currently got your body and your powers."
"Yeah, but Scene Girl... we could get this over with so easily!" Emo Boy argued.
"But then we have to walk really, really, REALLY fast! And I don't wanna!" Scene Girl protested, but with met with such a glare from Emo Boy that she shut the hell up.
"Do it." He growled. "Do it, or else I'm telling Gabe what picture is your computer background."
Scene Girl paled visibly. "You wouldn't."
"Wanna bet?"
"Agh! You are so MEAN!" Scene Girl licked off some more sprinkles, and handed her cone to Emo Boy to hold. "I'll do it... just don't drop my ice cream."
Emo Boy grinned and watched as Scene Girl went as still as a statue for several minutes.
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Gabe started to get impatient, and waved a hand in front of the completely still Scene Girl's face. She didn't show any sign of responding, and Emo Boy allowed himself a little chuckle at Gabe's boredom.
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"It's no use!" Scene Girl protested as she suddenly started moving again.
"How far did you check?" Emo Boy asked her.
"Continental United States. I can't find a brand new purple hoodie anywhere!" Scene Girl sighed.
"You mean... there's no purple hoodie out there for me?" Gabe asked. He looked like a little lost puppy for a moment as tears threatened to spill out his eyes and down his face.
"We'll find one Gabe, I promise!" Scene Girl sighed. She knew that that was pretty much an impossibility, because she had just used Emo Boy' power of finding things to try to find a new hoodie for Gabe. But it couldn't hurt to try, could it?
Almost two hours later, Emo Boy was starting to get really sick of the people in the mall staring at him, just because he was wearing a cape.
"Okay, this is the third time we've been through here. There's no purple hoodies!" Emo Boy said. He was walking backwards so that he could talk to Scene Girl and Gabe. Scene Girl had been hanging on every word out of Gabe's mouth, and the attention from anyone had started to perk Gabe up significantly.
"Like that one?" Scene Girl asked. She stopped in the middle of the mall, grinning from ear to ear as she pointed to a hoodie that was the perfect shade of purple that was hanging in the window of a store called Herkimer's.
"It's the same store I bought my first hoodie in!" Gabe marveled as he walked up to the storefront, and pressed his nose to the glass.
"Awesome! Let's go find you a new one!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. The idea of a new hoodie for Gabe had brightened her day to the extreme.
Scene Girl and Gabe Saporta linked arms, and skipped into Herkimer's Hoodies together. The store was deserted, so Gabe rang the bell on the counter so that someone would come help them. There were only about ten hoodies on display, and a long counter blocked the majority of the small shop from customers.
"Gabe Saporta, size medium Perfectly Purple zip-up hoodie." A mysterious lady said, as she walked out of the back room and saw Gabe standing there.
"Uhm... uh huh... That was my hoodie..." Gabe mumbled under the woman's gaze. "How did you remember?" he asked.
"Dear, I remember every hoodie that I've ever sold. I'm guessing that you need a new one?" she asked as she pulled out a box. Gabe nodded dumbly as the woman lifted the lid off of the box, and pulled some tissue paper away, revealing brand new hoodie that was the exact same shade of Gabe's current hoodie. Gabe nodded dumbly once more. "That'll be seven ninety nine, dear." The lady told Gabe, who handed her a ten.
"That was odd..." Emo Boy muttered to Scene Girl as they walked out of the store.
Scene Girl nodded. "It reminded me of when Harry went into Olivander's to get a wand in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone..."
"Ehn. It was probably nothing. We need to get Gabe back to his bus before he needs to leave, though." Emo Boy said.
"Hey, can we fly back to the bus?" Gabe asked. He was hugging the box holding his hoodie.
"Hell, why not?" Scene Girl said, grabbing him under one arm as Emo Boy grabbed him under the other, and they took off to Cobra Starship's tour bus.
"What the?!? Gabe! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Ryland said, jumping out of the bus as Emo Boy, Gabe, and Scene Girl landed.
"I got a new hoodie! See?" Gabe said, pulling the hoodie out of the box, and holding it out.
"Sorry to bust your bubble, dude, but that's not going to fit you. It's a small." Ryland said, examining the tag. Gabe's face fell about a thousand stories. "Besides, you don't need a new one."
"What? Yeah, I do, this one's all holey!" Gabe pouted.
"No, you don't. I stole your hoodie last night, and replaced it with that one so that I could wash it for once." Ryland leaned into the bus, and bulled out a freshly laundered purple hoodie. GABE'S freshly laundered purple hoodie.
"Oh. Well then, here, Scene Girl. You can have this one, because it's not gonna fit me." Gabe handed Scene Girl the purple hoodie he was holding before pouncing on his old one.
"Thanks for the help, you guys, we'll send you your autographs in the mail, but we really need to get going, this dweeb made us late." Ryland said, pulling Gabe into the bus and shutting the door before the bus pulled away.
"I think I'm in love..." Scene Girl said, cuddling her new hoodie to her chest.
"Come on..." Emo Boy said, rolling his eyes as he took off into the air, dragging Scene Girl with him.
The Adventures of Emo Boy and Scene Girl
Episode One
"Come, Emo Boy! Evil's A-Converse!" A girl with hair that looked like it had been in a fight with a chainsaw, and then in a fight with a dye factory said. She was wearing a Hello Kitty beach towel for a cape, and had on skinny jeans and a blue, pink, and green striped swishy top.
"What's the point anymore?" a boy laying on the ground by her said. His voice was the only clue that he was alive, as his extremely pale face had barely moved.
"Oh, come on! There are lives to be saved!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. "Besides, it's that dude. From that wicked sick band! The hot one, with the hair!"
Emo Boy sat up suddenly. "The dick-headed one?" he asked.
"The very same! Now, let's go!" She grabbed Emo Boy's arm, and directed him out the window, jumping out behind him. Mere moments later, all that could be seen of the two 'super heroes' was two capes, one hot pink, the other black.
Episode Two: The Case of the Tight Pants
"HEEEEELP!!!!" Shouted a certain rock star, in search of his saviors. "HEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!! AND I FUCKING MEAN IT!!!"
"Never fear, Scene Girl is here!" Scene Girl said, popping up behind the egotistical rock star.
"And I'm Emo Boy... woo..." Emo Boy drawled, standing next to his comrade.
"And we hear that YOU have a problem, Mr. Pete, Sir!" Scene Girl grinned, surreptitiously pulling out a notebook from her back pocket.
"Well, DUH! I mean, just LOOK at my pants! I can't get them off over... THAT!" he motioned downwards. Scene Girl's eyes widened.
"Wow... That's the biggest I've ever seen..." she said, her eyes growing wider by the second.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just want these pants OFF so that I can get some relief!" Pete growled.
"Do we HAVE to?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl.
"Of course we do, Emo-ey! It's out duties as super heroes!" she shouted at him.
"Super Zeroes, more like..." Emo Boy mumbled.
"Oh, hush! Mr. Wentz, we'll do as you ask, but only so long as you give me your autograph, and let us poke your bartskull tattoo!" Scene Girl laughed evilly as she thrust her notebook and a Sharpie at Pete.
"Agh! Anything to get these pants OFF!!!" Pete groaned, and scrawled an autograph for Scene Girl, who was caught in paroxysms of giggles. She accepted the book back, and did a little happy dance.
"NOW will you get these things off!" Pete gasped.
"Sure thing! Emo Boy! Grab him, and don't let go!" Scene Girl said, going directly to business.
"I hope you don't mind if I accidentally yank your arms out..." Emo Boy pessimitized.
"All righty then! One, two, three!" Scene Girl cried, and pulled Pete's Pants off of him. Pete immediately sat down on the ground whimpering.
"You didn't suck too horribly with your getting-guys-out-of-their-pants powers..." Emo Boy congratulated Scene Girl, who nodded in enjoyment.
"I'm delighted to find that my powers work in this scenario, too! I mean, who'd have thought that I'd be able to get pants THAT tight over the biggest..." a truck roared past outside obscuring her words. "...that I've ever seen!"
"All right, are you going to kiss it and make it all better or not?" Pete asked.
"Of course! Another of my super powers are kisses that can do absolutely anything!" Scene Girl said.
Pete scooched himself towards Scene Girl, who leaned down and kissed his...
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Big toe.
Suddenly the story stopped in a tableau, and Scene Girl looked over at you. Yeah, you, the one reading this story.
"My Gawd, you sicko! This fanfic is only rated PG-13! I can't BELIVE you were thinking that! Like I would EVER give Pete Wentz a blow job!" she said, a disgusted look on her face.
"Awww.... Please?" Pete asked.
"No! And we are done discussing this!" Scene Girl exclaimed while the story returned to where it was supposed to be.
"Thank you, Emo Boy and Scene Girl! I can put my pants on again, now that the bump on my toe is gone!" Pete grinned, and gave the super heroes a thumbs up.
"I believe you still owe us two pokes..." Scene Girl reminded the bassist of Fall Out Boy.
He sighed, and pulled up his shirt a little. Emo Boy and Scene Girl both squeed, and poked Pete's bartskull tattoo several times each before Pete got sick of it.
"Okay, OKAY!" Pete snapped, and pulled his shirt down rather sharply.
"Time for us to be going, then!" Scene Girl said, standing up, and dragging Emo Boy with her out the window.
Once they were a decent amount away, Scene Girl said confidentially to Emo Boy, "I'm just glad he was wearing underwear today... or else we both would've been even more fucked up than you are, now..."
Emo Boy nodded in agreement as the pair flew off towards their next adventure.
Episode Three: Your Face WILL Stay That Way
A bright light depicting a bleeding heart being cut by a Unicorn shone against the clouds. Within mere moments, two shadowy figures flashed across the bright disc.
At the source of the light was a mega-powered flashlight being held by an extremely jittery and extremely thin guitarist. His eyes were ringed with fantastical makeup, and he was wearing extremely old-fashioned, yet somehow modern clothes.
"You lit?" an overly cheerful voice asked from behind him.
Ryan Ross jumped, and turned the flashlight on the very super heroes he had been trying to summon. They stood side by side, as different as night and day. Even as different as black and white, which sort of made sense, since one was wearing all black, and the other was dressed in various bright colors.
"Scare me out of my pants, why dontcha!" Ryan asked, clutching theatrically at his heart.
"I wouldn't mind..." Scene Girl said, staring at him. Emo Boy elbowed her in the side, and cleared his throat.
"Yes, the light! So what did you want?" Scene Girl asked, blushing.
"It's actually Brendon... Well, you'd better see him for yourself." Ryan led Emo Boy inside, with Scene Girl trailing after them like a lovesick puppy.
When they got to Panic! At the Disco's dressing room, Emo Boy paled. "Scene Girl... don't look. You'll be too euuugh to be your happy, annoying self..." he blocked the doorway from his companion.
"Emo-ey! That's bull, I wanna see!" Scene Girl cried, worming her way around Emo Boy. "Whatever, there's nothing he..." she sank to the ground, her eyes glazing over.
"Shit, not again..." Emo Boy muttered.
"Okay, quick. Does anyone have a Sidekick?" Emo Boy peered around at the rock stars in the room.
Ryan reluctantly pulled out his Sidekick under his piercing glare. Emo Boy hurriedly shoved the compact electronic device into Scene Girl's hands. Within moments, she was typing away on it, before finally handing it back to Ryan.
"Sorry. That happens all the time... Her only weakness is the first sight of a half-naked guy. It's like her Kryptonite. The only thing to make it better is a sidekick. It's really o--" Emo Boy explained to the confused people in front of him.
"Okay, enough of my secrets! What's the problem here?" Scene Girl cut off Emo Boy.
"Well... Brendon... He was making funny faces at a camera again. And, well... You can see the results." Spencer said. He was hanging upside-down on a couch, and was playing imaginary drums in midair. He had ditched his pants somewhere, or had not yet put them on, and was wearing black, flamingo covered boxers along with his ruffled shirt and vest.
"Besides, we need to be onstage in five minutes, and Brendon can't move his face to sing." Jon pointed out. Brendon nodded vigorously, and tried to move his mouth from its vicious scowl.
"Oh, is that all?" Scene Girl asked, tossing her hair back. "In that case, just pay us our normal fee, and we'll make it better!"
"Fee?" All four band members asked at once. Well... Brendon made a noise, but it counted.
Emo Boy rolled his eyes. "Here we go again..."
"Yes! We come with a small service charge! Autographs! One each, fork 'em over!" Scene Girl grinned, and passed around her notebook and a Sharpie. The boys of Panic! signed it, and handed it back to her.
"Excellent!" Scene Girl exclaimed. She stepped up to Brendon, and prodded at his face for a moment.
"Need some help?" Emo Boy asked, an amused almost-smile on his face.
"No!" Scene Girl prodded Brendon's face for a few more seconds. Then her shoulders slumped. "Okay, yes..."
Emo Boy walked over, and breathed in Brendon's face, which immediately became normal looking.
Brendon moved his jaw around, and then punched the air. "I'm cured!"
"Uh huh! Now, get your clothes on, and have a great show!" Scene Girl grinned, waved at them, and dove out the window, followed at a slower pace by Emo Boy
Episode Four: When Sluts Attack
Note: You'll be ashamed of Emo Boy... I know I was
"Scene Girl, I hear the utterly disheartened cries of a girl in trouble." Emo Boy said one evening as they were partaking in their evening ice cream sandwich break.
"Do you think that we should help her... I mean, them... or leave them to face almost certain peril?"
Scene Girl sighed. "But... but... my sammich!" she looked at Emo Boy with puppy dog eyes.
"Fine." He let his breath out in a huff. "You can take your damn ice cream with you. But let's go!"
"Fine, Mr. Bossy Weisenheimer..." Scene Girl grumbled. She put her cape back on, and jumped out the window after the already far-away Emo Boy.
She finally caught up with her friend just as he landed before a pair of blondes. "Good evening ladies. How may I... I mean, we... help you?" he asked in a silky voice.
"Well... we WERE going swimming... but we both lost our friendship bracelets." Keltie Colleen said, and tossed her absurdly dry hair over her shoulder. Her friend Ashlee Simpson nodded in agreement.
"They got caught in the drain, and we can't get them free..." Ashlee simpered.
"Oh, shoot. Past your bedtime, Emo BOY!" Scene Girl glared at Keltie and Ashlee.
"Scene Girl... just give me a fucking hand already..." Emo Boy snapped at her.
"No. I refuse to help you jack off." Scene Girl glared coldly at him.
"What's the matter with you, Scene Girl? You're always so bubbly and happy!" Emo Boy asked his bestest friend.
"Because I fucking don't like them." She growled, pointing at Ashlee and Keltie.
"Why? They haven't done anything to you!"
"Besides be whores, and wastes of space. So I'm not going to help them get their uber retarded 'friendship bracelets' back. SO THERE!" She shouted at the annoying blondes who were comparing tan lines.
She bent her knees, and took off straight into the air. She then zoomed down, and shoved Ashlee and Keltie into the water. They screamed like no tomorrow, and matching wooden half hearts floated up out of the fronts of their shirts, trailing short cords.
"Looks like you never actually lost your fucking bracelets. Come on, Emo Boy." Scene Girl laughed at the floating bitches, and grabbed Emo Boy by the back of his cape, and dragged him upwards.
"Call me!" he mouthed at Pete and Ryan's girlfriends. They giggled, and waved goodbye to him, before getting into a splash fight.
Episode Five: My Watercolor Romance!!
Note: We are not forcing Frerard. We KNOW they're not gay but it makes a good storyline. And yes, we also know Pansy is featured in this episode...
"This is despicable!" Scene Girl exclaimed, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop PC.
"The current state of the human race?" Emo Boy asked, his own eyes glued to the news, which was flashing information about yet another war.
"No, silly! Frank Iero and Gerard Way are fighting! Ferard is having relationship issues!"
Emo Boy blinked at her. "Does this mean we have to go on another mission?"
"Well, of COURSE! It's Ferard for goodness sakes!" She stood up from her computer, and pranced over to Emo Boy.
"One of these days, you're going to kill me on one of these missions, you know..." he told her, as he stood up.
"Okay, okay, now out the window!" Scene Girl cried, and shoved him out the portal.
"You never let me say anything onstage anymore!" Frank Iero shouted at the lead singer of My Chemical Romance.
"Yeah, well you play off key! Which completely fucks me up!" Gerard defended himself against an evil glare from Frank.
"How can I play off key!?! I tune Pansy every night before we go on!"
"Well, maybe you have bad pitch!" Gerard poked Frank in the chest.
"Maybe your MOM has bad pitch!" Frank shouted, standing on his tiptoes so that he could be fairly eye to eye with Gerard, who gasped, and drew back.
"Oh, no, he DI-IN'T!" Gerard snapped his fingers in a Z formation at Frank.
"Wait... what about Mom?" Mikey asked Gerard as he walked by.
"Frank said that she has bad pitch!" Gerard whined to his younger brother.
"It's true, though, Gee... Mom is a really bad singer." Mikey pointed out to Frank's happiness.
"But that's beside the point! Let me at 'im!" Gerard lunged at Frank, only to be stopped by a teenage girl with bright, multicolored hair.
"Get out of my way!" he growled.
"No! Emo Boy, back me up on this!" Emo Boy shrugged, and motioned at her to continue. Scene Girl sighed in aggravation.
"Whatever. But you're still friends! Whether you are, in fact, gay lovers or not, you're still friends first and foremost!" Scene Girl shouted at Gerard and Frank, who both shrank down a little.
"Now, I want you to tell each other what the issue is! The REAL issue, not some retarded 'oh, you're off pitch!' Because you both help make My Chemical Romance what it is!"
Frank and Gerard glared at each other, as if each was daring the other to say something. There was silence.
Suddenly, Bob spoke up. "I think that we're all a little bit sick of each other right now... that, and Gee found Frank using his toothbrush to brush a giant plastic dinosaur's teeth." Frank laughed at something none of the rest of them could see.
"Frank, you're funny!" Scene Girl said. Frank grinned.
Gerard stomped his foot. "So everyone laughs with him! He never gets in trouble for anything stupid, but when I do something that's not considered all that cool or intelligent, I get a scolding! It's just not fair!" he crossed his arms, and pouted.
"Is that IT?" Emo Boy asked. Gerard nodded.
"You're acting like children. The both of you!" Emo Boy gave them both his patented Hypno-Glare. Gerard and Frank both stiffened, and then got dreamy look on their faces.
"You WILL get along." Emo Boy told them.
"We will get along..." they chorused.
"You'll hug and make up! And a kiss! I wanna see a kiss!" Scene Girl grinned.
Gerard and Frank hugged, and gave each other a quick kiss on the lips. Scene Girl clapped, and the two previously hypnotized members of My Chemical Romance snapped out of their trances and high fived each other.
"See? That wasn't so hard!" Scene Girl grinned, and took out her infamous notebook. "Now, it's payment time! Sign away!" She handed the book to Frank, and it slowly worked its way around to all five band members.
"Thanks for solving our problems, Emo Boy and Scene Girl. We really just need to keep Frankie away from everything. Or keep an eye on him." Ray said, and mussed his fro-like hair.
"It's out job! Come, Emo Boy, I need to go surf the web!" Emo Boy nodded, and followed Scene Girl out the window, after waving back to the wildly waving members of My Chemical Romance.
Episode Six: St-st-stuttering Problems
"So we meet again..." A girl with wildly colored hair and large sunglasses said to a famous rock star.
"So it would seem," he said with his patented smirk.
"Whoo... Now, can we get this over with so that I can go back to sleep?" A sad, yet angry looking boy asked the two, as the steadily swelling bad western music stopped with a screech.
"Hey, when did we get a soundtrack, Emo Boy?" Scene Girl asked her near-catatonic companion, who shrugged in response.
"Meh. Must've been when our creator drew us. She still needs to put that up, by the way..."
"Duh! Anyway, what's your illin', Petrude?" Scene Girl removed her sunglasses, as she was inside, and she couldn't see very well with them on.
"It's not actually me, this time..." Pete said.
Scene Girl shook a finger in his face. "Of course it's not! Not EVERYTHING'S about you, ya know! Friggin' egomaniac!"
"It's actually Patrick..." Pete pouted, pointing into the other room.
"What's wrong with Hatrack?" Scene Girl asked, her eyes going to chibi proportions.
"He's on record mode." Pete grimaced as he fluffed the back of his hair.
"BROKEN record, more like." Fall Out Boy's drummer, Andy said, walking over and slipping his thick-rimmed black glasses back on.
"JESUS!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and launched herself at the truly Jesus-esque man.
"Okay, who let the fangirl in?" Andy pretty much ignored the super hero wrapped around his waist as her kept walking towards Pete.
"She's going to help Trick. Her, and this sad boy..." Pete said.
"EMO Boy," he corrected. "My name is Emo Boy. Scene Girl, pull yourself together. We have work to do."
Scene Girl reluctantly let go of Andy, and sat on the floor for a moment before springing up. "So, what's wrong with Patrick Stump?"
Neither of the members of Fall Out Boy said a word as they looked as one to a door into what appeared to be a practice hall. Scene Girl edged towards the door, dragging Emo Boy with her.
"St-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st-st..." Patrick Stump stuttered, as he kept playing the same note on his guitar that he had slung around himself.
Joe was watching him, looking like he was a mixture of scared and high. "We were playing Dance, Dance, and this just... happened. He hasn't stopped for at least the last hour."
Scene Girl dropped to her knees, grief stricken. Emo Boy only rolled his eyes, and delivered a swift kick to Patrick's rear end.
The stuttering immediately stopped.
"Ow..." Patrick said, rubbing his bum. "What'd you have to kick me so hard for?" Emo Boy shrugged.
Scene Girl grinned, and gave the mysterious viewing device that was watching them a thumbs up. "Great teamwork, Emo-ey!" Scene Girl said, even though the only thing she had done was to sit on the ground whimpering. Emo Boy nodded as he went back to him usual quiet self.
"Alright, Mr. Trick, if that happens again, just give us a call, and we'll be right there!" Scene Girl said. Patrick nodded, and gave her a quick hug, which made Scene Girl blush.
Emo Boy cleared his throat.
"Ah, that's right!" Scene Girl said. "Our payment! Pass this around, if you'd please!" She was practically jumping up and down in anticipation of three new signatures to add to her collection. The notebook worked its way around until it got to Pete, who groaned.
"Do I HAVE to sign again?" he whined.
"Yes!" Scene Girl trilled. Pete sighed, signed it, and handed it back to her.
"Alright, now go. We need to practice." Andy said, and practically shoved Emo Boy and Scene Girl out the window, before slamming it shut.
"I think we scared him a little bit..." Scene Girl said.
"A bit?" Emo Boy asked her. She grinned and nodded. He rolled his eyes, and began flying towards their lair. After a moment, Scene Girl took off after her friend, doing random loop-de-loops as she followed him home
Episode Seven: I'm A REAL Boy!!
Scene Girl crept Mission Impossible style down the deserted hallway in the empty building, humming the theme song under her breath. Emo Boy followed her, just plodding down the hallway. They passed through a door into a room that gleamed with burnished stainless steel.
"We're in a completely empty building, Scene Girl. We aren't going to get caught. That is, if neither of us trips the alarms..." Emo Boy said, stopping in front of a machine, while Scene Girl dodged behind a pillar.
Scene Girl crept over to the console Emo Boy was standing in front of. "What do you think that thing does?" she asked him, pointing to a shining silver globe-like thing in front of them.
"I dunno... But I wouldn't touch it if I we... NO!" he shouted as Scene Girl reached towards the shiny globe, her eyes wide. Emo Boy reached towards her hand, but tripped, and was unable to stop his momentum as he squished both of their hands against the cold metal globe.
Time passed. It was boring, because the only movement in the room was a fly buzzing around, and our heroes were on the ground, passed out.
Scene Girl stirred, and stretched in a very girly way. Emo Boy was already sitting up, rubbing his eyes. His knuckles came away blackened by eyeliner.
"That was some shock..." Scene Girl said, opening her eyes. "Emo Boy?" she asked. He grunted to show that he was responsive, although he was still half-asleep. He is so NOT a morning person.
"Emo Boy, why can't I see out of my left eye?" Scene Girl looked down, and squeaked in panic. She frantically ran her hands over her chest, which had turned flat, and was now covered in black cloth, instead of the pink unicorn print shirt that she had put on earlier that morning.
"I'm a fucking boy! We switched bodies!" Scene Girl squeaked, panicking slightly. She ran her fingers through her... er... his shorter, black hair that was so unfamiliar feeling on her head.
"Ooh, your hair is soft, Emo Boy..." she muttered. Emo Boy paid her no mind, and focussed on the more important issue.
"We did?" Emo Boy asked through Scene Girl's pink-chapsticked mouth. He pulled the front of Scene Girl's unicorn-print shirt away from the body he was currently wearing, and looked inside. He came up a second later, wearing a smirk. "I guess we did switch bodies..."
"Stop looking at me!" Scene Girl shouted at Emo Boy, blushing madly.
"Sorry..." He mumbled, hiding behind Scene Girl's garrulous, brightly colored hair.
Scene Girl stood up, and started pacing. It was her usual combination of pacing and silly dancing, but since she looked like Emo Boy, it was pretty ridiculous. When her back was turned, Emo Boy peeked down the front his shirt, and mouthed 'thank you!' at the ceiling, before taking yet another peek.
"I think that the thing to do is to go home, since there's obviously nothing here. And then we should talk to someone who knows what the fuck is going on. Like my mom. And stop squishing my butt!" Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy.
"Sorry... I've just... never been a girl before. Don't say that you're not even a little bit curious about what I look like naked." Emo Boy said.
Scene Girl blushed and sputtered for a moment before turning her back angrily on Emo Boy.
"I'm sorry, Scene Girl, I wasn't being completely serious. I might've even been joking a little." Emo Boy said, flipping his brightly colored hair over his left eye, where it usually resided when he was in his own body, with his own hair.
Scene Girl sighed. "It's okay, Emoey. I'm just soooooo confused! I mean, should the author be referring to me as a 'he' or a 'she'? Are we now 'The Adventures of Emo Girl and Scene Boy'?" Scene Girl (Boy?) stomped his (her?) foot.
"Don't..." Emo Boy trailed off as a smelly spray of anti-ghost foam sprayed from the walls. Emo Boy spat out a mouthful. "...touch that. Great Job, Scene Girl," he said sarcastically.
"Whatever. I need a shower." She muttered, and took off out the open skylight down the hall that they had entered through earlier.
Emo Boy glanced down his shirt one more time before taking off after her to go home, and have a shower.
Episode Eight: Sex Changes
Emo Boy will still be referred to as Emo Boy, and as 'he'. Scene Girl will still be referred to as 'she'. It is up to you to keep it all straight in your head.
A few days later, Emo Boy was curled into a fetal position in the corner of his room, muttering about everything being 'too pink.' Even though he was sitting in his all-black room, he was still wearing Scene Girl's body, and thus her clothes.
"What's too pink?" Scene Girl asked, popping into the doorway of Emo Boy's room. A towel was draped over her head, and she wasn't wearing a shirt. She had quickly gotten used to being a boy, although all of Emo Boy's black stuff was depressing her.
"All of your stuff is so... bright. The colors are killing me." Emo Boy muttered into his arm.
"So? Wear your clothes." Scene Girl suggested, as though it was the simplest thing in the world. She continued toweling her hair dry.
"My clothes don't fit anymore. Besides, even your underwear is colorful." Emo Boy twitched.
"So? Yours is all black. You don't see me complaining." Scene girl flipped her head over to get the last of the towelable water out of it, and took the towel off. The telltale scent of hair dye rolled off of her head in waves. She had dyed Emo Boy's hair bright, shocking pink. The change from the black that normally framed Emo Boy's body's face to the bright pink was so shocking that Emo Boy sat gaping at Scene Girl for a moment, before he managed to speak.
"What did you do to my HAIR?!?" He finally managed to say. His jaw was almost lying on the floor.
Scene Girl fluffed it out with her fingers. "You don't like it?" She asked.
"It's PINK!"
"I told you to stop touching my chest. You didn't listen." Scene Girl said nonchalantly. She leaned over Emo Boy's dresser to apply a thick layer of eyeliner, using his mirror.
"Is THAT what this is about? Me touching your chest?" Emo Boy asked Scene Girl, who nodded.
"Like this?" he asked, an evil grin on his face. He reached up, and grabbed one of Scene Girl's body's boobs.
"Stop that!" Scene Girl snapped.
"No way. I'll stop just long enough to take a shower, though." Emo Boy said, standing up, and heading over to his bed.
"Don't stare at my body while you're in there. Pervert." Scene Girl scolded him.
"Now, that I can't promise." Emo Boy said with a wink. "Go play with yourself, or something."
Emo Boy grabbed something off of his bed, and headed towards the bathroom.
Scene Girl glared after him, before throwing on one of his plain black t-shirts and flying to the nearest Hot Topic.
"I need something REALLY colorful." She said to the nearest sales guy.
He gave her an odd look. "We just got in a shipment of new Jeffree Star shirts. Is this a present for your girlfriend, or something?" The sales guy asked.
Scene Girl laughed at him. "Fuck no. It's for me."
"Alright..." the sales guy said, brushing off the weirdness of it all, and leading Scene Girl over to the display of bright pink and blue tee shirts.
"Sweet!" Scene Girl exclaimed, and picked out a few shirts, before going to check out.
An hour later when she got home, Scene Girl was wearing one of her new, bright shirts that would be a little too big for her normal body, but were a little small while she was in Emo Boy's body. She was also wearing a large pair of sunglasses, and sipping a Vanilla Frappachino from Starbucks.
"Emo-ey! I'm home!" Scene Girl shouted as she walked in the door. She wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of hair dye.
"Still smells bad... icky..." she muttered as she headed towards her room to drop off her purchases, only to run smack into Emo Boy, wearing black lingerie, and jet-black, freshly dyed hair. She gaped at him for a minute, before squeaking unintelligibly.
"You... you... my body... my HAIR!" Once she finished, no more intelligible words came out.
"Do you like it?" Emo Boy asked her, but ignored her when she shook her head. "I figured that you needed a new look. I think it looks rather nice on you." He stepped back, revealing that he was also wearing black stilettos. "Apparently you decided the same for me... Too bad it's not staying that way." Scene Girl glared at him, and stormed into her room.
Ten minutes later, Emo Boy knocked on the door.
"Scene Girl, come on. We have a mission to do, we need to save a kitten in a tree." Contrary to popular belief, Emo Boy and Scene Girl saved more than famous rock stars. They did positive things for the community, as well.
Scene Girl opened the door to her room, busy tying on her Hello Kitty towel slash cape slash thing. She had changed out of Emo Boy's pants, and was now wearing a pair of her own. They were much tighter, and it was obvious that she had decided to go commando, instead of having horrific amounts of VPL. Her hipbones (really Emo Boy's) were clearly visible above the top of her pants and through the thin shirt she was wearing.
Emo Boy shrugged, and fastened his black cape around his neck, trying not to mind the cool breeze that blew over almost his entire body. He followed Scene Girl out the window, like always, and to where a small kitten was meowing pitifully in a tree.
"Awww... poor thing..." Scene Girl said, looking up at the tiny cat.
"I'll get it..." Emo Boy volunteered glumly. He attempted to get up the tree, but his stilettos and lack of clothing made it impossible to climb the tree.
"No, you won't. See, underwear are hard to actually do stuff in. Pervert." Scene Girl stuck her tongue out at Emo Boy, and attempted to climb the tree herself, failing miserably as she discovered that wearing tight jeans as a boy is not a good idea, and that too-small shirts are extremely uncomfortable.
"See? Not so easy being a boy, is it?" Emo Boy asked, holding out a hand to help his friend up.
"I suppose not. Have you discovered that it's not easy being a girl?" Scene Girl asked him as she pulled herself up.
At that moment, the kitten fell, mewing, into Scene Girl's arms. It was wearing a collar that had a tag that said only 'Wonder Kitty' on it and a little black and blue polka dotted cape.
"I think that this should be our new sidekick!" Scene Girl cried, cuddling the kitten to her cheek.
"I suppose... IF we can't find its home." Emo Boy said reluctantly. He grinned, and chuckled. "By the way, being a girl is really easy." He put his hands on his chest.
Scene Girl rolled her eyes. "Wait till it turns that time of the month." She said, and took off into the air, cuddling young Wonder Kitty.
"Wait... what?" Emo Boy called after her. "Scene Girl! Wait!" He cried, before taking off after her at top speed.
Episode Nine: Gabe's Perfectly Purple Hoodie
"Scene Girl!" Emo Boy called from his bedroom. "Scene Girl, I know that one of your powers is getting guys' pants off, but does that mean that you can't get yours ON?" He called through the apartment. Scene Girl appeared in the doorway, toweling her hair dry. It was once again morning in their apartment, and they had an important assignment today.
Scene Girl laughed at him. "Oh, you'll see in about three days... in the meantime, wear these," she said. She tossed a different pair of pants at him from the drawer. Emo Boy pulled off the offending pants, and pulled on the ones Scene Girl had tossed at him.
"So, what're we doing today?" Emo Boy asked.
"We are meeting Gabe Saporta, and helping him find a new purple hoodie. Apparently, they're really hard to find, if you want the right shade..."
"Wait... Gabe lost his hoodie?" Emo Boy asked. He had heard waaaay too much about Gabe Saporta's hoodie to not know what a big deal this would be.
Scene Girl shook her head. "No, it just mysteriously died. Gabe called the Hotline about half an hour ago, and he was really upset. I promised that we would buy him ice cream, and help him find a new hoodie."
"Oh. Well, let's get going, then." Emo Boy said, pulling on a pair of Scene Girl's combat boots.
"Of course!" Scene Girl hopped out the window of Emo Boy's bedroom, and quickly flew to the mall, with Emo Boy trailing behind her, so that she couldn't see what he was doing with her body on the way there.
Scene Girl landed in the food court; and scanned the surrounding area for Gabe's dark head, and quickly spotted him. He was sitting next to a potter palm tree with his head in his hands, and an extremely ratty old hoodie on.
"Awwww... Are you okay, Gabe?" Scene Girl asked, hugging him.
Gabe shook his head. "I want my hoodie back to the way it was. This one has too many holes." And indeed, there were too many holes. In fact, it was more hole than hoodie.
"It's okay, Gabe... we'll find you a new one! And anyways, maybe it was just your hoodie's time to go." Scene Girl said. At this, Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of Cobra Starship, burst into tears.
"I... I don't WANT a new... h-h-hoodie! I want my old one ba-aaaaaaack!" Gabe cried, grabbing Scene Girl around the middle, and crying into her shoulder.
"Shhhhh... We'll find a new one, you'll see!" Scene Girl said, rocking gently back and forth while rubbing Gabe's back.
"Just so you know, you look really, really gay right now." Emo Boy piped in.
"Oh, just because I have your body now means that I'm a guy? No fucking way, dude. No fucking way. I like being a girl, and we are soooo finding a way to turn back." Scene Girl snapped at Emo Boy while cradling Gabe.
Emo Boy put his hands up in defense. "Hey! Hey! No need to get snappy, I'm just making observations."
Gabe looked up at Emo Boy to see where all of the noise was coming from. "Ooh... pretty...." he said.
"Dude... no offense, but I don't swing that way." Emo Boy said.
"And you just sounded like a lesbian." Scene Girl taunted Emo Boy, who rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Are we getting ice cream? Or are we just going to stay here and sing 'Guy Love' from Scrubs?" he asked the two cuddling guys.
"Yay! Ice Cream!" Gabe shouted, shooting straight to his feet.
~IceCream~
"Now, where did you buy your original hoodie?" Scene Girl asked Gabe as she licked some rainbow sprinkles off of her soft-serve strawberry ice cream cone.
"Uhm... A little shop in Chicago? I really don't know, but it was about three years ago, and the shop was going out of business. So there's no way in hell we'll find it here in California." Gabe mumbled around a mouthful of his Pistachio ice cream.
"Maybe I should..." Emo Boy hinted at Scene Girl. He had taken about half of his ice cream so far, and was going in for more.
"No, Emo Boy. It's too risky. Besides, it would have to be me, because I've currently got your body and your powers."
"Yeah, but Scene Girl... we could get this over with so easily!" Emo Boy argued.
"But then we have to walk really, really, REALLY fast! And I don't wanna!" Scene Girl protested, but with met with such a glare from Emo Boy that she shut the hell up.
"Do it." He growled. "Do it, or else I'm telling Gabe what picture is your computer background."
Scene Girl paled visibly. "You wouldn't."
"Wanna bet?"
"Agh! You are so MEAN!" Scene Girl licked off some more sprinkles, and handed her cone to Emo Boy to hold. "I'll do it... just don't drop my ice cream."
Emo Boy grinned and watched as Scene Girl went as still as a statue for several minutes.
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Gabe started to get impatient, and waved a hand in front of the completely still Scene Girl's face. She didn't show any sign of responding, and Emo Boy allowed himself a little chuckle at Gabe's boredom.
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"It's no use!" Scene Girl protested as she suddenly started moving again.
"How far did you check?" Emo Boy asked her.
"Continental United States. I can't find a brand new purple hoodie anywhere!" Scene Girl sighed.
"You mean... there's no purple hoodie out there for me?" Gabe asked. He looked like a little lost puppy for a moment as tears threatened to spill out his eyes and down his face.
"We'll find one Gabe, I promise!" Scene Girl sighed. She knew that that was pretty much an impossibility, because she had just used Emo Boy' power of finding things to try to find a new hoodie for Gabe. But it couldn't hurt to try, could it?
Almost two hours later, Emo Boy was starting to get really sick of the people in the mall staring at him, just because he was wearing a cape.
"Okay, this is the third time we've been through here. There's no purple hoodies!" Emo Boy said. He was walking backwards so that he could talk to Scene Girl and Gabe. Scene Girl had been hanging on every word out of Gabe's mouth, and the attention from anyone had started to perk Gabe up significantly.
"Like that one?" Scene Girl asked. She stopped in the middle of the mall, grinning from ear to ear as she pointed to a hoodie that was the perfect shade of purple that was hanging in the window of a store called Herkimer's.
"It's the same store I bought my first hoodie in!" Gabe marveled as he walked up to the storefront, and pressed his nose to the glass.
"Awesome! Let's go find you a new one!" Scene Girl moshed where she stood. The idea of a new hoodie for Gabe had brightened her day to the extreme.
Scene Girl and Gabe Saporta linked arms, and skipped into Herkimer's Hoodies together. The store was deserted, so Gabe rang the bell on the counter so that someone would come help them. There were only about ten hoodies on display, and a long counter blocked the majority of the small shop from customers.
"Gabe Saporta, size medium Perfectly Purple zip-up hoodie." A mysterious lady said, as she walked out of the back room and saw Gabe standing there.
"Uhm... uh huh... That was my hoodie..." Gabe mumbled under the woman's gaze. "How did you remember?" he asked.
"Dear, I remember every hoodie that I've ever sold. I'm guessing that you need a new one?" she asked as she pulled out a box. Gabe nodded dumbly as the woman lifted the lid off of the box, and pulled some tissue paper away, revealing brand new hoodie that was the exact same shade of Gabe's current hoodie. Gabe nodded dumbly once more. "That'll be seven ninety nine, dear." The lady told Gabe, who handed her a ten.
"That was odd..." Emo Boy muttered to Scene Girl as they walked out of the store.
Scene Girl nodded. "It reminded me of when Harry went into Olivander's to get a wand in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone..."
"Ehn. It was probably nothing. We need to get Gabe back to his bus before he needs to leave, though." Emo Boy said.
"Hey, can we fly back to the bus?" Gabe asked. He was hugging the box holding his hoodie.
"Hell, why not?" Scene Girl said, grabbing him under one arm as Emo Boy grabbed him under the other, and they took off to Cobra Starship's tour bus.
"What the?!? Gabe! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Ryland said, jumping out of the bus as Emo Boy, Gabe, and Scene Girl landed.
"I got a new hoodie! See?" Gabe said, pulling the hoodie out of the box, and holding it out.
"Sorry to bust your bubble, dude, but that's not going to fit you. It's a small." Ryland said, examining the tag. Gabe's face fell about a thousand stories. "Besides, you don't need a new one."
"What? Yeah, I do, this one's all holey!" Gabe pouted.
"No, you don't. I stole your hoodie last night, and replaced it with that one so that I could wash it for once." Ryland leaned into the bus, and bulled out a freshly laundered purple hoodie. GABE'S freshly laundered purple hoodie.
"Oh. Well then, here, Scene Girl. You can have this one, because it's not gonna fit me." Gabe handed Scene Girl the purple hoodie he was holding before pouncing on his old one.
"Thanks for the help, you guys, we'll send you your autographs in the mail, but we really need to get going, this dweeb made us late." Ryland said, pulling Gabe into the bus and shutting the door before the bus pulled away.
"I think I'm in love..." Scene Girl said, cuddling her new hoodie to her chest.
"Come on..." Emo Boy said, rolling his eyes as he took off into the air, dragging Scene Girl with him.
10/22/2007
this is me not smiling
okay, (i shouldn't really start a sentence with "okay", alright, but still), that was a lot of commas.
RIGHT.
now.
this is me in between depression and mania and so this is a SUCKFEST.
(the door just slammed and i jumped. i do NOT like that feeling.)
-
whale.
i feel like one.
a beached one.
a helpless beached one on the verge of insanity.
.
.
.
.
.
.
-insert whale noises-
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it's raining and i hate it. the bloody weather and the bloody people and the bloody dinner.
and OH blow it all.
i'd like to swear but i'm trying not to be hypocritical even though we all are actually underneath it all and SO this is me in between depression and mania AND digressing into the stupid, stupid, stupid little things.
i need a break.
RIGHT.
now.
this is me in between depression and mania and so this is a SUCKFEST.
(the door just slammed and i jumped. i do NOT like that feeling.)
-
whale.
i feel like one.
a beached one.
a helpless beached one on the verge of insanity.
.
.
.
.
.
.
-insert whale noises-
-
it's raining and i hate it. the bloody weather and the bloody people and the bloody dinner.
and OH blow it all.
i'd like to swear but i'm trying not to be hypocritical even though we all are actually underneath it all and SO this is me in between depression and mania AND digressing into the stupid, stupid, stupid little things.
i need a break.
10/19/2007
yummy
i love MARC ST. JAMES!
because you know he makes you smile like that.
because you know he makes you smile like that.
and the Dolls...
...because they know what rock love is.
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