I Need a Hero

Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods...?

May stared out her window, she felt alone...She needed a someone...Someone special...A friend, a lover, a...a hero...

Where's the streetwise Her-Cu-Les, to fight the rising odds...?

She sighed sadly, and walks over to her bed.

Isn't there a white knight, upon a fiery steed...?

She picked up a framed picture of Dib...The boy she had loved...The boy who broke her heart...

Late at night, I toss an turn, and dream of what I need!

She threw the picture to the ground, it shattered.

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a he-ro 'til the end of the night...

She knew Dib wasn't going to be her hero...Not anymore...

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight.

She laid face-down on her bed, and cried into her pillow, she was alone now...

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a he-ro 'til the morning light...

How come no one loved her? What was wrong with her? Was she ugly? Was she stupid? Why didn't anyone seem to love her...? Or even like her? All she had was Jon...

He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life!

Well...Maybe it wasn't that no one could love her...But...Someone she could love...But who...? She felt like, of she couldn't trust Dib...She couldn't trust anyone...

Larger than life...

Why couldn't she be more like her sister, Meg? Meg was pretty, smart, funny, and...Everything May wasn't...

Somewhere after midnight, in my wildest fan-ta-sies...

She felt like, the only love she'd ever have, was in her dreams...

Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me...

She sighed again, and took out her journal.

Racing on the thunder, rising with the heat, it's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet!

She began to write, as the pen marks blotted from the tears falling down her face.

I need a hero! I'm holding out for he-ro 'til the end of the night...

Writing always took her mind off her troubles, but rather than writing, she found herself...drawing.

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight.

She didn't really know what she was drawing, but she decided to keep going anyway.

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a he-ro 'til the morning light...

It looked like a boy, although who it was, at this point, she wasn't sure.

He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon, he's gotta be larger than life!

Soon that single boy, turned into two different boys, one was sitting down, and the other was...winking?

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night...

She finished up the sitting boy first, he looked Irken, for one thing, an he was holding a sketchpad, he had no expression on his face, but she was hypnotized by his eyes, such...enticing peaceful, so serene, so focused...she had never seen such eyes...

Up where the mountains meet the Heavans above, out where the lighting splits the sea!

The other was indeed winking, and it looked like it was directly at her. This boy was almost an exact copy of her sister's boyfriend, but he ways...He had a sort of devilish charm about him, with that wink, and that smirk, he looked like a flirtatious kind of boy. Just looking at a drawing of him made May blush.

I could swear there was someone, somewhere, wat-ching me!

She had no idea who these boys were, but...she liked them...She thought they might make good friends...Maybe even more than that...

Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain, and the storm and the flood!

Above each of the boys, her hand began to move, this time writing.

I can feel his approach, like a fire in my blood!

Above the Irken boy, was the name, "JG Atoms".

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a he-ro 'til the end of the night...

Above the winking boy, was the name, "FJ Dask".

He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight.

She had no idea how she managed to draw and name two boy she had never met before in her life, but...she was glad she did...

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light...

Then the doorbell rang, she quickly shouted, "I got it!" and hopped of her bed.

He's Hirt she sure, and it's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life!

She raced down the stairs, and opened the door, there stood, (whom she believed to be), the Irken boy from her drawing in disguise.

I need a hero! I'm holding out for a he-ro 'til the morning light...

May's suspicions were confirmed when the boy said, "Hello, my name is JG Atoms, I believe you dropped this at Skool?"

He held out her sliver bracelt, she had been looking everywhere for that.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks!" She said, taking it, with a smile.

"You're very welcome," the boy said, turning on his heel and starting to walk away.

"Uhm...Hey! Wait!" May called.

JG spun around, curiousity flickered in his golden eyes.

"Would you like to hand out later...?" May asked, shyly.

JG made no reaction, but you could see happiness dance in his eyes.

"Yes, I'd like that," he said.

May smiled, maybe there were heros out there, after all...


DJ sighed, he wasn't sure what to do...As impossible as it may seem, he had gotten tired...of Meg.

I'd gotten tired of my lady...We'd been together too long,

He turned to Meg, who had fallen asleep on the couch moments ago.

Like a worn out recording, He looked down sadly, Of a favorite song.

He sat down on the couch beside Meg, and picked a newspaper.

So while she lay there sleeping', I read the paper in bed.

He had gotten very bored, you could tell, after all, DJ never read the paper.

And in the personal column... He cocked his head to one side, There was this letter I read...

He looked at the letter closely, and read it aloud.

"If you like Piña Coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain," He nodded, "If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain," He shrugged, he thought he was smarter than that, but he just went along with it, "If you like makin' love at midnight, by the dunes of the Cape...Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape."

This girl...She seemed wonderful...He had to meet her, he just had to. He fell asleep beside Meg, with the words of the ad, swimming through his mind.

The next morning he awoke, he saw Meg, she was still fast asleep, snuggled up against him, breathing quietly.

Slowly and carefully, he moved himself away from her, and picked up the paper he had read last night.

I didn't think about my lady, I know I sound...kinda mean.

He grabbed a piece of paper, and a pencil, and began writing.

But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.

He was responding to the letter he had read yesterday.

So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.

He had finished it, and looked at the letter with pride.

And though I'm nobody's poet, I'd say it wasn't half bad.

He read his letter out loud, "Yes I like Piña Coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain..." Part of him couldn't believe he was actually doing this...but he was, something told him he had to, "I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne," He nodded, so far, it was pretty good. "I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape," He wasn't sure what 'red tape' was, but he felt it fit, "At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."

Just he finished reading, Meg had awoken.

She yawned, and said, "Oh...Good morning, DJ, have you slept well?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, brilliantly."

The very next day, DJ sat in the restruaunt that he had mentioned in the letter he wrote, wringing his hands nervously.

So I waited with high hopes, as she walked in the place.

DJ turned to the entrance, and gasped.

I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.

The girl looked at him, and her eyes widened.

It was my own lovely lady, an she said,

Meg spoke, "Oh, it's you..."

The two smiled and laughed.

We laughed for a moment, and I said,

DJ shrugged, "I never knew..."

Meg smiled, why she ever even thought about cheating on her beloved DJ, she would never know, DJ felt the same.

DJ took her hands, and looked into her blue eyes, "That you liked Piña Coladas...And gettin' caught in the rain,"

Meg looked down, blushing.

DJ took a finger, and moved her face back to his, "And the feel of the ocean...and the taste of champagne."

Meg smiled, and hugged DJ.

DJ ran his fingers through her hair, then he told her, "If you'd like makin' love at the dunes of the Cape."

Meg pulle back so she could look at DJ, and nodded.

DJ smiled, a very large grin, taking Meg by the hand once more, "Then you're the lady I've looked for..." He walked her towards the door, and opened it, "Come with me and escape..."

Could It Be

Synthia and Felix sat together in the park, laughing. Felix had just told her a story of when Andy had forgotten what he was supposed to say when Felix approached him for the first time, and Felix ended up saying it for him.

What a strange boy, Felix...He was always nice, he wouldn't fight unless necessary, he was a gentleman, and extremely modest...Synthia liked him that way.

Throughout this day in the park, Synthia felt odd...She had known Felix almost her entire life, and they had been friends from the start...but now she felt something she couldn't quite place...

I know we've been, friends forever...but now I think I'm feeling something totally new...

Synthia looked at Felix as he lay on his back, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the white clouds in the sky.

And after all this time, I opened up my eyes, now I see...

Synthia gasped quietly in sudden realization, and she couldn't believe her conclusion...

You were always with me!

Synthia shook her head, this couldn't be right...Although, deep down, she had always harbored small feelings for the 8-Bit boy...She just never realized it until now.

Could it be, you and I, never imagined...

She saw Felix start talking to her, but she couldn't hear a word of what he was saying, she was fixated on his eyes...His piercing sea-green eyes...

Could it be, suddenly...I'm falling for you?

Synthia smiled when she saw Felix do the same as he pointed to a passing cloud. He was so kind to her, why didn't she see it before...?

Could it be, you were right here beside me, and I never knew...?

Synthia laid down next to Felix and whispered to herself, quietly, "Could it be, that it's true, that it's you...?"

She thought of all the times that she thought no one would ever love someone like her...How she was the villain, and no one would ever love a villain...But then Felix ran into her, just by chance...

It's kinda funny, you were, always near...But who would ever thought we'd end up here...?

It felt so impossible, the two seemed nothing alike...One from a future rail-shooter game, the other from an 8-bit platformer. One was tough, the other was weak. One was harsh, the other was kind. One was a villain, the other was a hero...Synthia didn't think they'd ever click, but they did...They fit together like gears in a clock...

And every time I needed you, you've been there to pull me through, now it's clear...

Synthia thought about everything Felix had done for her, and he had done them without ever expecting a word of thanks in return, he just did it for no reason at all...

I've been waiting for you!

Synthia moved her arm towards Felix's, and wrapped her fingers around his.

Felix jumped slightly at the unexpected gesture, and looked at Synthia. A light touch of pink running across his face.

Synthia turned to him and whispered, "Could it be, you and I, never imagined..."

Felix looked at her questioningly.

She chuckled and placed a gloved hand gently on the side of his face, "Could it be, suddenly, I'm falling for you..."

Felix gasped slightly, his hand still locked with Synthia's, and he was blushing fiercely, but you could still see his eyes shine happily.

"Could it be, you were right here beside me, and I never knew..." Synthia kissed his cheek gently, "Could it be, that it's true, that it's you..."

Felix couldn't find the words to say...He didn't know how to react.

Cause today is the start of the rest of our lives...

Synthia smiled, still looking into his wonderful orbs of green...

I can see it in your eyes, and it's real, and it's true...

Felix's face broke into a large smile as he scooted beside her, nuzzling his face against her arm.

It's just me and you...

Synthia chuckled slightly, moved her arm over Felix's shoulders, pressed him against her gently, and gave him another light kiss on the cheek.

Could it be that it's you...

Felix blushed deeply and hugged Synthia's waist tightly, watching the clouds roll by.

Could it be, you and I, never imagined...

She moved her hand beneath his yellow hardhat, and combed her fingers through his brown hair, absentmindedly, still smiling.

Could it be, suddenly, I'm falling for you...

Felix felt ecstasy flow through every pixel in his body, he was smiling like an idiot, and was red as a beet, but he was with the one he loved more than anything, and he was happy...

Could it be, you were right here beside me, and I never knew...

Synthia finally felt complete...For once in her life, she felt content, completely content, and this time, not because she had destroyed a player, not because she had won an impossible argument, and not because she had beat the mess out of a complete jerk, but because she was with a simple 8-bit handyman...

Could it be that it's true that it's you...

Somebody That I Used To Know

The room is utterly black, and not a soul is in sight. Quiet tones come from a place that is unseeable, and a voice breaks through the darkness...

"Now and then I think of when we were together..."

A single deep blue light comes on, and illuminates a boy with raven-black hair. Only the side of his body and face is visible.

He is looking downward, a somber, forlorn expression etched onto his face.

"Like when you said you felt so happy you could die..."

He looks up, staring off into the darkness.

"Told myself that you were right for me..."

He sighs and shakes his head.

"But felt so lonely in your company..."

He sighs once more and looks downward again.

"But that was love and it's an ache I still remember..."

He turns and his face is entirely visible. He is still looking down, a pained feeling hidden behind his brown eyes.

"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness..."

A clear droplet falls from one of his eyes.

"Like resignation to the end, always the end..."

He shakes his head and places a hand over his heart.

"So when we found that we could not make sense,"

He shrugs and looks up, removing his hand from his heart.

"Well you said that we would still be friends."

His frown grows smaller, but his face still drips with sadness. He shakes his head.

"But I'll admit that I was glad it was over..."

His thoughts drift to the girl who had broken his heart, all those years ago...

"...But you didn't have to cut me off!"

The pain seen behind his eyes is no longer hidden, now it's seen lurking in every corner of his features.

"Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing!"

His brown eyes glaze over with tears, and he starts to crumble, thinking about how she never spoke to him again after that fateful night...

"And I don't even need your love!"

He holds back the tears, and keeps himself steady. He has to be brave, he can't let the past overtake him...

"But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough..."

He covers his heart again and shakes his head.

"No you didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number!"

He has to remember that he has someone else now...He doesn't need her anymore.

"I guess that I don't need that though..."

He doesn't need her because she isn't the same...Now...Now she's just...

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

Yes, that's what she is.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

He nods.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

He turns to the side once again, and remains silent, his face now masking the hurt.

Behind him, a lavender light comes on, revealing a girl facing the opposite direction that he is.

"Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over..."

She looks up from the ground.

"But had me believing it was always something that I'd done..."

She turns to face him.

He does the same.

"But I don't wanna live that way..."

She shakes her head and glares at him.

"Reading into every word you say..."

She points at him, accusingly.

"You said that you could let it go,"

She stamps her foot on the ground once and increases her volume.

"And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know!"

The boy in black shakes his head.

"But you didn't have to cut me off!"

He shoots her back a glare of the same magnitude.

"Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing!"

He juts a finger outward and nearly pokes her in the eye, if the girl hadn't doubled back.

And I don't even need your love!"

He lowers his arm.

"But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough..."

He looks at the ground, away from her.

"No you didn't have to stoop so low..."

He shakes his head.

"Have your friends collect your records and then change your number..."

He thinks about the new girl in his life...

"I guess that I don't need that though..."

He looks back at the girl dressed in violet.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

He shakes his head once more.


The two look at one another, each bearing an expressionless face.

I used to know...

The girl steps forward, and reaches out a hand to him.


He shakes his head and pushes her hand away.

"Now you're just somebody that I used to know..."

She looks hurt and retracts her hand from his reach.

I used to know...

She turns away from him, and resumes her place where she began.

That I used to know...

The boy turns away from her and does the same.

I used to know...

The lights go out, and Dib and Tak disappear into the dark.


Somewhere Out There

DJ sighed as he stared out his bedroom window...He felt alone, so...utterly alone...

It was all because Meg mad moved back to Paris, and he was still in America.

Without his beautiful Parisian lover, he felt empty and incomplete...

He sighed, and stared out across the landscape.


He looked up at the sky.


His eyes became fixated on the light glow of the moon above him.

"Beneath the pale moonlight..."

He looked back down.


A tear fell from his eye.

"And loving me..."

He wiped it away, but still more came as he stared up at the moon again.


Across the seas to France, Meg was doing the same as DJ, staring out at the nighttime sky, singing to the same song.


She looked away from the sky and across the land, as if trying to see DJ from her home.


She sighed, longingly.

"Someones saying a prayer..."

She knew that she had to stay hopeful, though.

"That we'll find,"

She remembered a story her father had told her, long ago...

"One another..."

There was an invisible string tied around the smallest finger of a pair of lovers that were meant to be, the string could get stretched, twisted, and knotted, but it would never break, it was also said to help them be guide back together.

Meg looked down at her hand, and smiled slightly.

"In that big somewhere..."

She looked up at the landscape again, and reached out her hand, trying to reach out to DJ once again.

"Out there..."

Miles away, DJ held out his hand at well, somehow, he could tell Meg was reaching out for him too...

"And even though I know..."

He lowered his hand.

"How very far apart we are."

He looked up into the sky.

"It helps to think we might be wishin',"

His eggplant eyes fixed onto the star that shone the most brightly that night.

"On the same bright star..."

Meg's blue eyes were looking upon the exact same one.

"And when the night wind starts to sing..."

A gust of wind blew across her face and tousled her bright blonde hair, it seemed to create a rather sad song...

"A lonesome...lullaby,"

She sighed, and listened to the wind as she looked up at her and DJ's star once again.

"It helps to think we're sleeping,"

She grasped the necklace that DJ had given to her on her birthday, she had almost never taken it off since she moved back to France...

"Underneath the same big sky..."

Even from miles apart, their voices had come together in unison.


They both were staring at their star.


Meg smiled softly, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"If love can see us through..."

DJ nodded slowly, tears silently falling down his face.

"Then we'll be together..."

Meg sighed quietly, allowing the wind to breeze past her once again, wishing that she could hear his thick English accent again.

"Somewhere out there..."

DJ ached with longing, he wanted nothing more than to see her smiling face once more.

"Out where dreams..."

They sighed.

"Come true..."

DJ turned away from the window, and slumped down against the wall beneath it.

"And even though I know,"

He let more tears fall, thinking of nothing more than his precious Parisian lover.

"How very far apart we are..."

He shakily stood up once again, wiping more tears from his eyes.

"It helps to think we might be wishin'..."

He found the one thing that could console him at the moment.

A star...

"On the same bright star."

Their star.

Meg trembled slightly as she cried in a forlorn silence.

"And when the night wind,"

A warm breeze flew past again, drying her tears, as if it were trying to help her stay strong.

"Starts to sing,"

She smiled softly.

"A lonesome...lullaby."

She stared upward, as she had done many times before, up at the never ending blanket of midnight blue.

"It helps to think we're sleeping..."

Another tear fell, and yet her small smile remained.

"Underneath the same big sky..."

DJ and Meg were still connected, they could feel it, no matter what the distance, they both knew they were still near one another in some way...


The moon shone brightly down upon both of them, illuminating each against the darkness, as if pointing out where one was in the world to the other.


Meg held a hand over her heart.

"If love can see us through..."

DJ smiled for the first time in a long while.

"Then we'll be together..."

Meg reached out her hand into the darkness.

"Somewhere out there..."

DJ did the same.

"Out where dreams..."

They both enclosed their hands on air, but, somehow, they could feel their lover's fingers intertwined with their own.

"Come true..."

Cell Block Tango

Oliver Miller as: 'Liz'

Elizabeth Goldstien as: 'Annie'

Princess Linnya Zepta as: 'June'

Megara Monroe as: 'Hunyak'

Zaydia Tennant as: 'Velma'

Mayble Monroe as: 'Mona'

Neil Praetor as: 'Bernie'

Jonathan Tyler as: 'Ezekiel Young'

Wuain as: 'Wilbrin'

Vixamon O'Hara as: 'Charlie'

Gem as: 'Veronica'

Jerinal Gernatox Atoms as: 'Al Lipschitz'

Flask Edmurds as: The Lost Lover

Mia Lovegood as: 'Roxie Hart'


"Alright, is everyone here?"

The multicolored-haired girl shrugged, "Even if they aren't, I'm going on anyway."

"Quiet," The black-haired girl snapped. "Let's do a role-call or something."

Nodding, the brunette adjusted her glasses, "Megara?"

"Oui!" The blonde Parisian called out.


"It's Zepta. Yeah, I'm here," Said the colorful extraterrestrial.


A hand waved rapidly, "Call me Liz, by the way!"


"Zay; Yep!" She adjusted the hair over her scarred, brown eye, leaving her blue one exposed.


"Here." The chestnut-haired boy smiled.

The brunette nodded, "And Mayble, or May, which is me...Alright, so we've got the main six here, what about our backgrounders?"

Several people shouted something or just waved their hands to acknowledge their presence.


The voice of the announcer came through, saying the introduction they had asked for, "And now the six merry murderesses of the Crookem County Jail, in their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango'."

May looked to the four other girls and Oliver, "You ready?"

Zepta rolled her eyes, "Just get out there, we'll be awesome."

Nodding, the group all strolled onto the stage, in the order of Oliver, Liz, Zepta, Meg, Zay, and May.

They all struck poses in the darkness.

The light hit Oliver, showing him in the striped prison shirt and leather jacket, it was similar to the uniforms of the 1920's. A small silver pistol was in his hand.


It faded and then shined onto Liz, wearing something identical. A bottle was in her hand.


It went out and moved to Zepta, who had a sharp silver blade in her grasp with flecks of red across it.


Then it shined on Meg, who looked terrified, her wrists locked together in handcuffs.


Zay looked a mess, red splattered across her forehead and cheeks, flecked across her shirt, and drenching her hands.


May held a length of rope, pulled taut and then loose as she grit out a last name.


The spotlight faded again, until it went back to Oliver and went down the line from there, all of them saying their line a little more quickly.

Oliver tensed his finger on the trigger.


Liz swirled the contents of the bottle around.


Zepta's grip on the knife tightened.


Meg pulled at her handcuffs and shook her head.


Zay looked down at her reddened hands.


May pulled the two ends of the rope away from each other, yanking it taut once more.


Oliver brought the gun upward so he could stare down the top of it, aiming.


Liz slammed the bottle down onto the stage, shattering it.


Zepta jabbed the knife into the air in front of her, appearing to plunge it into something.


Meg pulled frantically at her wrists' restraints, tears welling in her eyes.


Zay growled at the liquid on her hands, looking out to the audience with a venomous gaze.


May mimed putting her rope around someone's neck and pulling backward.


All of them stepped forward, each moving in sync.

"He had it coming."

They placed their hands on their hips, except for Meg, who couldn't move her hands at all.

"He had it coming."

The group looked to each other, shrugging, feigning innocence.

"He only had himself to blame."

Then they turned to the audience.

"If you'd have been there."

They all pointed to the crowd.

"If you'd have seen it."

They lowered their hands, looking at one another and shrugging before looking back to everyone else.

"I betcha you would have done the same."

As the others faded into the darkness, Oliver stood in the spotlight, toying with his jacket. This wasn't his preferred style, but anything for the stage.

"You know how people have these little habits that get you down?"

He looked up thoughtfully.

"Like… Bernie."

He grit his teeth, clearly irritated by just the sound of his name.

"Bernie liked to chew gum-"

Then he paused, tapping his bottom lip with the pistol.

"No, not chew..."

Oliver looked into the crowd, fire alive in his emerald eyes.


He started pacing the edge of the stage, tapping the gun against his palm gently.

"So, I come home this one day and I’m really irritated and I'm lookin' for a little bit of sympathy."

A figure with thick, dark curls walked out onto the stage.

"And there's Bernie..."

He pointed to him as he sat down lazily, his mouth clearly moving.

"Lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'-"

He stopped and glared at the boy.

"No, not chewin'..."

A distinct pop was heard and he growled.


He walked over to the boy, still facing the audience.

"And, I said to him, I said, "You pop that gum one more time"..."

He stood the boy up, looking into his eyes with a fierce gaze. He tangled one hand into the dark curls. Another pop was heard, and he sighed.

"And he did."

Oliver lifted the gun up from his side slowly, the other being none the wiser.

"So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots…”

Two loud blasts came from the stage as he took a red veil of sorts out from the back of the boy's shirt, although it looked like it came from his head, and the boy collapsed to the ground. Oliver lowered the gun, and lifted the scarf over his head, a smirk on his face.

"Into his head."

The lights came on showing the rest of the girls again. Oliver stepped back to join them, dropping the small veil onto the boy.

"He had it coming."

They pointed to the boy laying limp across the stage.

"He had it coming."

The group of teens shrugged, stepping backward.

"He only had himself to blame."

They pointed to their captivated audience again, eyes glimmering with delight.

“If you’d have been there,”

One patted Oliver on the shoulder sympathetically.

“If you’d have heard it.”

They all nodded, making room for one of them to step forward.

“I betcha you would have done the same.”

As the lights faded behind her, Liz stood, hands on her hips.

"I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago.”

A boy wearing a bright red jacket walked onto the stage. The boy held out one hand to her, smirking mischievously.

"He told me he was single,"

She smiled and took it, as he pulled her close to him.

"And we hit it off right away."

He twirled her and then dipped her low, dark hair brushing the stage.

"So, we started living together."

He lifted Liz upright, and then walked off to one side, looking around idly.

"He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner."

Liz cracked her knuckles and growled eyeing the boy on the opposite side of the stage.

"Then I found out, single, he told me?"

She looked away from him, sitting down next to the drawn curtain.

"Single, my ass."

She grit her teeth as she looked back over to him, the growl still clear in her voice.

"Not only was he married, oh, no,"

She held up six fingers to the audience.

"He had six wives."

Rolling her eyes, she reached behind the curtain, grabbing a wine bottle. The label wasn't visible.

"One of those Mormons, you know?"

She stood and walked back to the center of the stage, meeting the brunette boy.

"So that night, when he came home,"

Liz handed him the bottle, a small smile on his face. He took a drink, not noticing.

"I fixed him his drink, as usual."

He made a choking sound and then collapsed upon the stage, dropping the bottle as he went. She reached down, and drew a thin red veil, identical to the one Oliver had, from the boy's mouth. She picked up the bottle, turning it so the skull on the label was able to be seen.

"You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic."

Tossing the bottle onto the stage again, the veil tied around it, she walked back over to the group that were illuminated by the stage lights again.

"He had it coming,"

They jutted their thumbs out to the collapsed brunette.

"He had it coming."

They placed their hands over their hearts and sunk down to their knees, as if they were wilting.

"He took a flower in its prime."

Each slammed one fist down onto the wood.

"And then he used it,"

Down went the other fist.

"And he abused it,"

They all stood up, backing into the shadows again as the lights faded.

"It was a murder, but not a crime."

The spotlight fell onto Zepta, who was twirling her blade lazily.

"Now, I'm standing in the kitchen,"

She walked across the stage, waving the knife from side to side.

"Carvin' up the chicken for dinner,"

Stopping, the disguised alien princess shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Mindin' my own business."

A boy ran onto the stage looking furious.

"When all of a sudden, in storms my husband Wilbrin in a jealous rage."

He marched towards her, mouthing the words as she said them.

"'You've been screwin' the milkman', he says."

She backed up as he continued to stalk toward her.

"He was crazy, and he kept on screamin',"

The boy threw his arms up into the air, mouthing the words again.

"'You've been screwin' the milkman!'"

He ran forward, grabbing Zepta by the shoulders, and then stopped short, as she smirked. She pulled back, drawing out a particularly long veil of red from his pants, but appeared to be coming from his stomach and torso.

"And then he ran into my knife."

The boy sank down onto the ground, as she waved the knife dangerously.

"He ran into my knife ten times."

She tossed the blade downward, narrowly missing the head of the fallen boy, along with the scarf as she stepped back to join the others.

"If you'd have been there,"

The group grit their teeth.

"If you'd have seen it."

They pointed out to the audience again, fires dancing behind each of their eyes.

"I betcha you would have done the same."

The girls and Oliver all stepped back, leaving Meg standing there, teary-eyed and handcuffed.

A boy stepped out to join her, arms coming around her waist.

"Que fais-je ici?"

She reached up and hit the side of her head with one bound hand.

"Il est dit que le célèbre Lac tenait Mon mari a claqué sur la tête."

She shook her head rapidly, looking up into the eyes of her lover, tearful and full of anguish.

"En Mais ce n'est pas vrai,"

She looked at the audience and then back to him with pleading eyes.

"Je suis innocent!"

Then she looked down, clearly confused and hurt.

"Je ne sais pas parce que l'Oncle Sam dit que je l'ai fait..."

Meg turned around, taking his hands and holding them tightly.

"J'ai essayé de la police à expliquer,"

Then she moved in close to him, letting herself be held by the love she had lost.

"Mais ils n'ont pas le comprendre..."

A light shined upon another girl, Mia, who placed her hands on her hips, "Yeah, but did you do it?"

Meg looked back up at her, speaking English for the first time.

"Uh-uh, Not guilty!”

She reached around and took something from what appeared to be the back of the young man's head. It was another veil. But rather than a deep blood red like the others', it was a pure white. She really was innocent. Her lover fell and Meg backed into the darkness, as Zay took the floor.

"My sister Veronica and I had this double act,"

A girl twirled onto the stage, strawberry-blonde hair fanning out behind her. She came to a stop beside Zay.

"And my husband, Charlie traveled around with us."

A boy with shaggy brown hair a bright red eyes strolled into the spotlight beside the two girls.

"And for the last number in our act,"

The girl jumped up into the air, and Zay grabbed her around the waist.

"We did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row."

Zay lifted her higher into the air, until she planted her feet down onto her shoulders. She leaped off of Zay and onto the ground, landing in a perfect split.

"One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles,"

The girl did each of the tricks as Zay listed them off.

"Backflips, flip flops,"

She gave another spin before finally finishing, and taking a bow.

"One right after the other."

Standing up to her full height again, the girl and the red-eyed boy stood beside Zay.

"Well, this one night before the show, we were down in the hotel Cicero,."

She put her arms around each of them as glasses were tossed from behind the curtain on each side of the stage.

"The three of us, boozin’,"

The two caught the glasses expertly and started laughing silently, drinking the contents of each cup.

"Havin' a few laughs,"

Then they both stopped, looking down at their glasses disappointedly.

"And we ran out of ice."

Zay unhooked her arms from the pair's shoulders, and walked away from them.

“So, I go out to get some."

She walked behind one of the curtains for a moment, before returning.

"I come back, open the door,"

She gasped, her visible eye going wide.

"And there's Veronica and Charlie,"

The boy had lifted up the girl by the waist, so her legs were up near his face, and spread out wide, and her face were down between his legs.

"Doing number seventeen- the spread eagle."

Zay fanned herself lightly, as the entire stage went out, except for her spotlight.

"Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing."

She rubbed her forehead, looking pained as she walked across the blackened stage.

"It wasn't until later,"

She looked down at her bloodied clothes, and then her clenched palms.

"When I was washing the blood off my hands,"

She unclasped her hands, letting to red veils roll out from her hands and flutter as the two bodies were shown.

"I even knew they were dead."

The group was revealed once again, as Zay led them.

"They had it coming!"

She pointed to the fallen pair.

"They had it coming!"

She clenched her fists, looking enraged.

"They had it coming all along!"

Zay shook her head, gritting her teeth as she did.

“I didn't do it."

She glared at the audience, a few of them shrunk down in their seats.

"But if I'd done it,"

Zay stomped her foot to add emphasis to her final words before she stepped back to join everyone else.

"How could you tell me that I was wrong?"

She led them again from where she stood, repeating her verse once more before becoming silent and letting May take the floor.

May stood alone on the stage, twisting her rope around each of her wrists.

"I loved Al Lipschitz more than I could possibly say."

A boy walked out from the stage, going to meet May with a small smile. Looking down, he picked up a sketchbook that lay untouched upon the wooden stage.

"He was a real artistic guy,"

Removing the brush from behind his ear, he set to work.


After a few moments, he turned the artwork towards the audience, revealing a beautiful rendering of a rose.

"A painter."

May stopped smiling as the boy walked past her.

"But he was always trying to find himself."

She rolled her eyes as she followed him, adjusting her glasses.

"He would go out every night looking for himself, and on the way,"

May ran her tongue along her top teeth as she ticked off one finger, listing off each of the names.

"He found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving."

May shrugged, unwinding the rope from her wrists.

"I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences."

She threw it over the head of the boy, who hadn't looked up from his work.

"He saw himself as alive,"

She pulled back once the rope was around his throat.

"And I saw him dead."

Once the boy collapsed, May picked up her rope and stepped back to join the others.

"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum."

They ran out to the very edge of the stage, a few of them spinning as they went.

"The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum!"

Each of them spread their arms wide, pointing to a different area of the stage.

"They had it comin'."

The stage lit up, showing each of their victims littered across the floor.

"They had it comin'."

They lowered their hands, and looked back at the fallen people.

"They had it comin' all along."

Turning back to the audience, they pounded one foot.

"'Cause if they used us,"

Then the other.

"And they abused us,"

All of them placed their hands on their hips, giving the crowd a questioning glare.

"How could you tell us that we were wrong?"

Turning away, each of the girls and Oliver walked over to their victims.

"He had it coming."

Oliver bent down, and picked up the gun he had used earlier.

"He had it coming."

Liz grabbed the bottle she had dropped beside the brunette.

“He only had himself to blame."

Zepta pulled the knife up from the stage.

"If you'd have been there."

Meg looked down at her fallen love tearily, and Zay eyed her two victims with a look of disgust.

"If you'd have seen it."

May twirled her rope, smiling down at the suffocated boy.

"I betcha you would have done the same."

Oliver walked back to the front of the stage, tapping the gun against his palm.

"You pop that gum one more time."

Liz swirled the contents of the bottle as she followed him.

"Single my ass."

Zepta ran her fingers along the top of her knife, joining the two.

"Ten times."

Meg sighed, following Zepta, and looking forlorn.

"Pourquoi Oncle Sam fermé la prison?"

Zay smiled at her blood-stained hands, walking to the front of the stage.

"Number seventeen- the spread eagle."

May spun her rope around her wrists, smirking, and joined the others.

"Artistic differences."

They all looked between one another, and then back to the audience, each giving a shrug.

Oliver lowered his gun.


His spotlight went out, and Liz set the bottle down behind her.


She faded into the dark, as Zepta dropped her knife.


Zepta vanished, and Meg sighed, finally giving up the struggle between her and the handcuffs.


Meg disappeared into the blackness, and Zay lowered her hands.


Zay's light went out, and May tossed the rope onto the ground.


May vanished into the dark, and the stage was silent.

Defying Gravity

The darkness upon the Broadway stage was cleared by spotlights, as two people rushed onto the stage, one of them appearing to have closed a door behind them.

A blonde girl marched to the center of the stage, fists clenched beside her white and pink-tinted dress and blue eyes narrow. "Elphaba, why couldn't you have stayed calm for once, instead of flying off the handle?!"

She was yelling at another figure wearing a long black dress, a pointed hat, and clutching an old, tattered book. The figure's face wasn't quite visible.

The blonde girl stomped her foot down on the ground, hoping to somehow catch the black-clad figure's attention.

"I hope you're happy!"

The unknown person didn't look at her, only busying themself with trying to block the door.

"I hope you're happy now."

She glared daggers at them as they rushed back and forth in front of her, not even glancing in her direction.

"I hope you're happy how you,"

As she sang out the next words, the figure finally stopped.

"Hurt your cause forever."

She grit her teeth, pointing at them accusingly.

"I hope you think you're clever!"

Finally looking up, you could see that the character in black was a boy, his face painted entirely green, matching his emerald eyes, that glared back at the blonde.

"I hope you're happy."

The blonde girl looked surprised as the boy turned to her, setting down the book. Now it was his turn to glare daggers.

"I hope you're happy, too."

He walked forward, eyes now very narrow and disapproving. The other girl almost looked frightened.

"I hope you're proud how you,"

His fists clenched at his sides, thinking back to the memory of what she had done.

"Would grovel in submission,"

She gasped unbelievingly at him while he continued to sing, practically hissing at her.

"To feed your own ambition!"

Now singing together the pair each had a tone of fierceness to their voices, one's edge slightly different than the other.

"So, though I can't imagine how,"

They turned away from one another, arms crossed defiantly.

"I hope you're happy, right now..."

Sighing, the blonde girl turned to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Elphie, listen to me. Just say you're sorry."

He shrugged her hand off as she sang alone once more.

"You can still be with the Wizard."

He looked back at her over his shoulder, curiosity in his eyes.

"What you've worked and waited for."

She turned him around completely, gripping both of his shoulders.

"You can have all you ever wanted."

The boy looked down sadly, removing both of her hands from his shoulders, "I know..."

He shook his head, turning away from her, arms crossed over his chest.

"But I don't want it-"

He paused for a moment, contemplatively.

"No, I can't want it,"

He sighed and looked down at the book at his feet. The word 'Grimmerie' in gold lettering across the cover.


He placed a hand over his heart, looking down. His eyebrows furrowed and feeling...Different.

"Something has changed within me."

He picked up the book and hugged it close to his chest.

"Something is not the same..."

He turned towards the blonde girl, still staring downward.

"I'm through with playing by the rules,"

He looked up at her, as she just stared at him curiously.

"Of someone else's game."

Shaking his head, although being careful enough so the hat wouldn't fall off, he walked around het, green fingertips drumming the cover of the book.

"Too late for second-guessing."

He looked back towards where the two had rushed in. Angry shouts could be heard from the outside.

"Too late to go back to sleep."

Slowly pulling the literature away from his chest, he stared down at it for a moment.

"It's time to trust my instincts..."

Inhaling deeply, he began to open the old spellbook, ignoring the slight gasp from the girl beside him.

"Close my eyes and leap!"

He stared down at the yellowed pages, eyes flicking across them curiously, as if looking for something.

"It's time to try,"

He was going to do what he wanted now, even after everyone told him no, he was going to try.

"Defying gravity."

Green eyes trailed across the foreign lettering and green fingers flipped the worn pages as he searched.

"I think I'll try,"

A hand reached out and grabbed one corner of the book, beginning to pull.

"Defying gravity."

He snapped the book shut and whirled on the blonde girl, glaring at her once more.

"And you can't pull me down!"

The blonde girl threw her arms up into the air, clearly frustrated.

"Can't I make you understand?"

She waved an arm at him, gesturing to his entire body, busy mostly focusing on the spellbook in his grasp.

"You're having delusions of grandeur!"

She was barely finished with her verse before he cut through again, marching around her, but his eyes never trailing away.

"I'm through accepting limits,"

He crossed his arms over the book and huffed angrily.

"'Cause someone says they're so."

Looking back over at the door, the sounds of the angered citizens were heard once more. He looked at little discouraged.

"Some things I cannot change,"

But looking back down at the book in his grasp, he felt newfound determination.

"But till I try, I'll never know!"

He stared down at the book for a moment longer than necessary, thinking back.

"Too long I've been afraid of,"

He looked to one side of the stage, staring behind the curtain at a boy with thick, unruly dark curls.

"Losing love; I guess I've lost."

The boy gave him a supportive smile, and flashed him a quick thumbs up. Looking down at his own hand, he saw a ring upon his finger, and he had to fight back the urge to smile himself. Remember, stay in character.

"Well, if that's love,"

He looked back to his audience, who were absolutely captivated by his performance. He loved being the center of attention. He loved the stage.

"It comes at much too high a cost!"

Removing his book from underneath his arms, he opened the 'Grimmerie' once more.

"I'd sooner buy,"

His eyes lit up as he appeared to have found what he was searching for.

"Defying gravity."

Holding up one hand, he began waving it around as he continued to sing. The animatronic dragon perched above the stage stirred to life and began moving from side to side. A strange swirling pattern covered the stage floor and small lights dotted across the walls.

"Kiss me goodbye,"

Lowering his pitch from the higher note, (thank God he was a countertenor), he looked to one side, in order to see a broom statting to hover it's way toward him.

The blonde girl beside him looked astonished.

"I'm defying gravity."

He gripped the handle of the broom and lowered his hand. The dragon slowed down and the swirling and the lights were gone.

"And you can't pull me down."

He turned to the blonde, looking into her shocked eyes, "Glinda, come with me."

The blonde gasped.

"Think of what we could do, together," He said, his bright irises were full of hope and longing.


She bit her lip and looked down as the boy in front of her began singing again.

"Together we're, unlimited."

She didn't know what to, she didn't want to leave him, but she couldn't go with him either.

"Together we'll be the greatest team,"

He looked so hopeful, just staring at her with those shing green eyes.

"There's ever been."

He bent slightly, in order to meet her eyes.


She looked up slowly, as he held out his hand to her.

"Dreams, the way we planned 'em..."

She looked down at his green, outstretched palm, singing a verse of her own.

"If we work in tandem..."

She looked back up at him, and, sure enough, he looked hopeful as ever.

"There's no fight we cannot win!"

Shakily, she reached out and gripped his hand with her own.

"Just you and I,"

There was a new power to their voices as they turned to face the crowd, hands still linked.

"Defying gravity."

Deep down, however, 'Glinda' was still unsure of what to do.

"With you and I,"

He glanced back over to her, smiling slightly. It made the choice that much harder.

"Defying gravity."

The boy turned toward the blonde, taking her other hand now as well. Staring at her with those emeralds of eyes.

"They'll never bring us down!"

Noticing the she never replied, he gave her hands a light squeeze, "Well? Are you coming?"

Biting her bottom lip again, she stared at her feet. After what felt like eternity, she slowly unclasped her hands, and stepped back.

"I hope you're happy,"

She couldn't bring herself to look at him, she couldn't bear the hurt in his eyes.

"Now that you're choosing this..."

He breathed a quiet, "You too..." And she looked up at him, slightly surprised. He sang alone once more.

"I hope it brings you bliss."

They both simply stared at one another.

"I really hope you get it,"

Shaking their heads, they looked away fof a moment.

"And you don't live to regret it..."

They looked back to one another, each looking unbearably sad.

"I hope you're happy in the end."

Nodding slightly, they both took one step forward.

"I hope you're happy,"

He held out his hand to her.


She took it without hesitation, their gaze never breaking.


Slowly, their grip on the other slipped away, and she behind him while he turned back to the audience, his voice now full of power and vigor.

"So if you care to find me,"

He grabbed the broom at he dropped earlier, and waved a hand in the direction he sang.

"Look to the western sky!"

Looking down, he smiled slightly.

"As someone told me lately:"

He looked back up at the audience, spreading his arms wide.

"'Everyone deserves the chance to fly!'"

He looked over to the blode, who had moved to one side of the stage.

"And if I'm flying solo,"

He shook his head and looked back to the crowd, shrugging.

"At least I'm flying free."

He pointed his finger out to all of them, trailing from one side of the theater to the other.

"To those who'd ground me,"

He turned his hand around and pointed to himself before lowering it.

"Take a message back from me!"

Slowly, he began to lift into the air, and all the lights around him dimmed, only his face, hands, and broom visible against all of the blackness

"Tell them how I am,"

He just kept rising, higher and higher, belting out lyrics strongly and proudly, spreading his arms wide as he did.

"Defying gravity!"

Soon he reached the top of the stage, an stopped rising, but the stage around him remained in darkness.

"I'm flying high,"

His eyes closed and his head tiltled back slightly, clearly getting deep into his role and the song.

"Defying gravity!"

His eyes opened, and he looked down at his entranced crowd.

"And soon I'll match them in renown."

Then it sounde as if he was just speaking, but it still had a note of song behind it and sounded completely empowered.

"And nobody in all of Oz,"

He pointed out the the audienve again.

"No Wizard that there is or was,"

He shook his head, and prepared himself for the big finale to Act One.

"Is ever gonna bring me down!"

As he held out the last note, the lights came on once more, revealing his long, dark cloak flying out behind him as he sang, covering the entire back of the stage, colors dancing across it.

The blonde girl looked up at him, sorrow in her blue eyes.

"I hope you're happy!"

The door burst open, and the enraged citizens all rushed into the room, looking up at the boy still holding the note in shock and horror.

"Look at her, she's wicked!"

They all pointed frantically and waved at one another to go forward.

"Get her!"

Finally pausing for a breath, he inhaled deeply once again, and sang out just as loudly as before.

"Bring me down!"

The citizens all ignored the blonde, who tried to reason with them, just pointing up at the boy, singing while he continued to hold his note.

"No one mourns the wicked!"

They looked between one another, trying to figure something out.

"So we've got to bring her..."

He inhaled deeply one last time, before belting out the final note in the song.


They all turned to him, and stared up.


All of them held their notes until the lights on stage went out, and all that was heard was applause and people rising from their seats, to give a standing ovation.



Elphaba 'The Wicked Witch' - Oliver Miller

Glinda 'The Good Witch' - Megara Monroe

I've always considered this to be Oliver's theme song, since it's about taking risks, doing the impossible, and just trying even though everyone tells you no. Oliver does that almost every day by being a homosexual. The fact that he also has a boyfriend adds to it as well. Plus, it's an epic song.

(Bonus: If I ever decide to make a story about Oliver and Meg in their production of 'Wicked', Neil is playing Fiyero, as implied up above :3)

Yes, this takes place sometime in the future, where Oliver is a successful graduate and moves up to New York with his fiancé, Neil, and becomes a huge Broadway star.

Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me

"Come on, come on, go in there," Gia said impatiently, pushing the boy forward.

FJ smirked, "Eager, are we?"

"Shut up, I had something I wanted to show you." She shut the door behind them and sat him down on a desk moved to the center of the room.

"In a geometry classroom?" He asked.

Gia shrugged, "It's where I've been practicing. Look, are you in or not?"

"Anything to hear your beautiful voice, my dear," FJ purred.

Gia rolled her eyes and went towards the set of iPod speakers she hooked up near the teacher's desk.

"Zay, where are we going?" En asked as her best friend dragged her by the wrist around the back of a building.

"Just...Somewhere, you'll see in a minute." Zay looked in each of the windows as they passed.

She slowed down as she came to a particular one and smiled.

En looked around her and quirked an eyebrow, "Hey, isn't that-?"

Zay clapped a hand over En's mouth and pulled her downward as the people behind the glass turned.

"Quiet!" She hissed. "They can't know we're here!"

"Hm...Thought I heard something," Gia shrugged and looked back at her phone, scrolling through a long list of songs.

FJ watched her intently, eyeing her iPhone, hoping to catch a glimpse of the song she chose.

Glancing up, she turned the screen away, cupping her hand over it protectively, "No peeking."

"No fun," FJ huffed, crossing his arms.

Sticking out her tongue, she found her song and clicked on it, promptly plugging it into the speakers and turning to FJ as a soft note began to play. "Now, remember, you can't move."

"Yes, I know, I know..."

En and Zay peeked up from their place underneath the window as Gia began to approach.

"I was feeling done in,"

She looked away, feigning shy and upset.

"Couldn't win..."

Shrugging and shaking her head, she looked back to FJ, who looked thoroughly confused.

"I'd only ever kissed before..."

En looked at Zay, surprised.

"You mean she...?"

Zay nodded, smirking slightly as they looked back into the room.


Gia sat down on the desk, right beside FJ, rubbing nervously at the top of her left thigh.

"I thought there's no use getting,"

FJ cocked his head a little, curiosity behind his gold eyes.

"Into heavy petting."

At that, his eyes went a little wide, he knew what that meant, and that was the last type of thing he'd ever expected from Gia.

"It only leads to trouble and..."

She paused, looking away to bite lightly at her knuckle.

"Seat wetting."

Standing up, Gia began walking away. FJ could see her unbuttoning her grey sweater.

"Now all I want to know,"

She dropped the sweater off of her shoulders, and underneath was a grey t-shirt.

"Is how to go,"

She turned around and FJ shuddered; Her shirt read, 'I Love Boys With Accents'.

"I've tasted blood and I want more."

Zay and En looked at each other, echoing Gia's last word.

"More, more, more!"

Gia looked behind her as the pair ducked down again. Shrugging, she turned back to FJ, stalking closer.

"I'll put up no resistance,"

She planted both of her hands on either side of his legs, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

"I want to stay the distance."

FJ fidgeted, knowing well that he wasn't supposed to move, but he wanted to look at her. Badly.

"I've got an itch to scratch,"

Her hand rested on his shoulder and nails lightly dug into his skin, slowly moving down his arm.

"I need assistance."

She leaned back, grabbing his collar and standing him upright as she did.

"Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me,"

She turned around and pressed her back against him, smirking at the feeling of his whole body stiffen and the sound of his sharp gasp.

"I wanna be dirty."

She slid downward, never removing the touch until she was almost to the ground. Then she moved forward and stood up again, turning to face FJ.

"Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me,"

She pushed him backward until he felt the back of his legs hit the desk and he sat down on top of it again.

"Creature of the night!"

Gia turned away, moving her hips with a slight flourish to the small beats from the music.

"Then if anything grows,"

FJ heard her chuckle at the innuendo as she looked back over her shoulder.

"While you pose,"

Her eyes looked him up and down and she smirked.

"I'll oil you up and drop you down."

En and Zay smiled darkly, echoing Gia once again.

"Down, down, down!"

This time she didn't look to the window while she turned back to FJ.

"And that's just one small fraction,"

She let one hand go from her waist down the side of her body sensually.

"Of the main attraction."

She walked forward until she was mere inches away from FJ, allowing her fingers to intertwine at the nape of his neck and her eyes to drift around idly.

"You need a friendly hand,"

She looked down, locking her hazel eyes with his golden ones.

"And I need action."

FJ's hands flexed and he bit his bottom lip, attempting to restrain his own movement.

"Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me,"

She threw her head back, pressing closer to FJ and smiling as she did.

"I wanna be dirty."

She looked back at him, lowering herself so they were eye-to-eye. Her eyes roamed around his face as she ran her tongue across her top teeth.

"Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me,"

One of her hands moved to drag lightly across the side of his face and he shivered.

"Creature of the night!"

En and Zay had already darted away, laughing hysterically at what they had just seen. The girls were on their way to see a group of three boys who would, most likely, be very interested in what happened.

En, however, couldn't help but start mocking Gia.

"Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me!"

Zay laughed, deciding to play along in En's game.

"I wanna be dirty."

En threw her arms around Zay, clearly getting into her role.

"Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me!"

Zay laughed even harder at that, using everything she had in her not to double over.

"Creature of the night!"

As they went off to find the three boys, Gia was seated in FJ's lap, legs crossed, and smirking deviously.

"Oh, touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me,"

He was considerably flustered, and was looking right at her as both of her hands trailed across his cheek and toyed with his hair.

"I wanna be dirty."

Her eyes looked to his lips and then back to his eyes, glinting curiously.

"Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me,"

She tilted her head slightly, mouth partially open.

"Creature of the night..."

FJ started to do the same, murmuring along with her song.

"Creature of the night."

Back Zay and En who had found the boys, while the others chatted, Lucius raised an eyebrow curiously. He had a certain affection for Gia, and was a little confused.

"Creature of the night?"

Neil laughed a little bit, shaking his head.

"Creature of the night..."

Zay mimicked how Gia had thrown her head back, hair falling down her back.

"Creature of the night."

Oliver looked at his nails, clearly uninterested or unsurprised by the story. He spoke in a very monotone voice.

"Creature of the night."

En shook her head towards Zay, obviously not impressed with her impression. She did the same, but added a touch more flourish to it by throwing out her arms.

"Creature of the night!"

FJ leaned closer, saying his verse again, but still relatively quiet.

"Creature of the night..."

Gia blinked, realizing what she was doing. Quickly, she hopped off of FJ's lap and struck a pose.

"Creature of the night!"

FJ appeared disappointed by her sudden lack of closeness, but still smiled and clapped all the same.

"Very nice, love," He said, standing up and approaching her. "It was quite...Fitting."

Gia was still panting slightly from the song, "Thanks."

"If I may inquire, why did you learn that?"

She only shrugged, "I just like Rocky Horror is all."

FJ smirked, "I'll have to remember that."

"You do that; Bye," She waved, walking over to the speakers and unplugging her phone.

"I was rather looking forward to that kiss, you know," FJ said.

Gia stiffened slightly but noticeably, shaking her head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Mhm..." FJ crept forward silently, stopping directly behind her.

She turned around, jumping slightly, "What are you-?"

Gia was cut off by lips pressing against her own. Her hazel eyes went wide as FJ combed his fingers through her long brown hair.

When he pulled away, she was dark red and he was smirking.

"I'll see you later," He purred, walking out of the room.

Gia stood shock-still for a good minute or two, before shaking her head and stuffing her phone in her jean pocket. She grabbed her sweater from the floor and walked towards the entrance.

"I'm going to kill him for that," She muttered, closing the door behind her.

Although, a faint smile could be seen on her face.



Gia - Janet Weiss

FJ Dask - Rocky Horror

Endulyne Quain - Columbia

Zaydia Tennant - Magenta

Lucius Green - Brad Majors

Neil Praetor - Dr. Frank N. Furter

Oliver Miller - Riff-Raff

Everything has a cast lately XD

Just The Way You Are

"Hey! Leave him alone!" The dark-haired girl shouted to a group of boys surrounding a locker.

"Did you not hear me, lard-for-brains?" She grabbed one of their shoulders and yanked him back, "Back off!"

The other teens turned to face the girl as the boy whom she had grabbed pulled away from her, "And if I don't?" He sneered.

"I can crack one of your nuts. Just tell me right or left and I'll set to work," She growled.

One look from her venomous blue eyes let the boys know that she was dead serious.

Looking to the others and then back at her, the boy rolled his eyes, "Fairy-boy isn't worth my time anyway...C'mon, guys." He waved a hand for the others to follow him, and they did, allowing the poor victim to finally be revealed.

There he was, sitting on the ground with his legs hugged tight to his chest, face buried in his knees. His shoulders shook subtly, but enough to tell that he was crying.

She instantly dropped down to her knees beside him, "Porcelain...?" She whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up slowly, she was able see the tear stains and tears still going down his face. His eyes were red and he had stretch marks across his face from being pressed so closely against his jeans. There was a bruise on his cheek.

"Oh, Honey..." She wrapped her arms around him and he buried his face into her chest, still sobbing. Rubbing his back soothingly, she took out her iPhone and dialed a number, quickly pressing it to her ear as it rang.


"Curly Fry, it's Ashley, get down to the high school now."

"But, Ashley, I've got band practice and-"

"Cancel it, Oliver's here, I found him being harassed by some of the jerks on the football team after I got out of detention. He's got a bruise on his cheek. They actually hurt him this time."

There was quick rustling coming through the phone, and Neil came on again, "I'll be there in two minutes, wait for me in the auditorium." Then he hung up.

Slowly standing up and bringing Oliver to his feet, Ashley walked down the hallway, still running her fingers up and down his back. "It's okay, Neil's coming, he'll be here soon."

"I'm here, I'm here." Neil rushed into the auditorium through the doors, weaving between the seats. "Where's Oliver?"

Ashley nodded toward the boy still in her arms. She barley blinked before Neil was standing on the stage with them, putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

"Ollie? C'mon, it's Neil, look at me, please," Neil put a hand on the side of Oliver's jaw, turning his head gently.

Oliver turned so Neil could see his face, and the bruise on his cheek.

"Oh my God...Ashley, can I...?"

She nodded and let go of Oliver, turning him around toward Neil. "I'll just go," She said.

Neil hugged Oliver tightly as she left. "Oliver, what did they do to you?" Neil asked.

Oliver's voice cracked as she spoke, "I...I was getting something from my locker, after dance team practice, and...The guys from football got out of p-practice as I closed the locker door, and they circled me...They started picking on me, calling me names, the usual...But then they took my satchel from me; started throwing it around...S-So...So I pushed one of them away, the one they were going to throw it to next, and caught it...They started shoving me after that...Pushing me around between them like I was a pinball or something...I h-hit the lockers a few times...That's how I got this...And then I just dropped down to the floor, covering my face...They s-started trying to kick me, but Ashley showed up..."

"Oh, Ollie..." He stroked his hair affectionately.

Oliver shook his head, "I don't know what I...I ever did wrong...Neil, what's wrong with me...?" He leaned back from the hug, meeting Neil's eyes.

Neil shook his head rapidly, "Nothing! Nothing at all! Oliver, you are perfect; you're amazing, just the way you are."

Oliver sniffed and looked down.

Neil placed a hand on Oliver's jaw, rubbing his thumb gently over the bruise.

"Oh, his eyes,"

Oliver looked up slightly, curious.

"His eyes,"

He lifted it up fully, staring into Oliver's eyes sincerely.

"Make the stars look like they're not shinin'."

Oliver couldn't help but smile slightly.

"His hair,"

Neil's other hand ran gently through Oliver's chestnut hair.

"His hair,"

He smiled back at Oliver, lowering his hand from his hair.

"Falls perfectly without him tryin'."

Oliver shook his head and looked away.

"He's so beautiful,"

Neil leaned toward where Oliver was looking, hoping to meet his gaze once again; hoping that Oliver would see how honest he was being.

"And I tell him everyday."

He only shook his head once more, turning away fully.

"Yeah, I know, I know,"

Neil shrugged, letting go of Oliver.

"When I compliment him,"

He walked in front of him, just as Oliver looked down at his feet.

"He won't believe me."

Neil sighed, shaking his head disappointedly.

"And it's so, it's so,"

He bent over, lowering himself enough so he was beneath Oliver's face.

"Sad to think that,"

Their eyes met, and Neil smiled at him once more.

"He don't see what I see."

Oliver looked away from him, turning around and walking a few paces.

"But every time he asks me,"

Neil followed him, stopping directly behind.

"'Do I look okay?'"

Oliver glanced behind him momentarily before looking away again.

"I say,"

Neil brought his hand to the younger boy's jaw, and slowly turned him so they could see one another.

"When I see your face,"

Neil's thumb stroked affectionately up and down Oliver's cheek.

"There's not a thing that I would change,"

He smiled sincerely, tilting his head forward so their foreheads met.

"'Cause you're amazing,"

Oliver sniffed and Neil wiped away a stray tear that rolled down his cheek.

"Just the way you are."

Neil lifted his head upward, pressing a kiss to Oliver's forehead.

"And when you smile,"

Oliver couldn't help but smile after that.

"The whole world stops and stares for a while,"

Oliver looked away, attempting to hide that smile, but Neil wouldn't let him, turning his face back toward him.

"'Cause boy, you're amazing,"

Neil hugged Oliver, rubbing his arm and shoulder lovingly with one of his hands.

"Just the way you are."

Neil lifted his free hand to brush lightly across Oliver's lower lip.

"His lips,"

Oliver looked up at him through his dark eyelashes.

"His lips,"

Neil smiled at him, removing his hand from Oliver's lips to stroke his hair.

"I could kiss them all day if he'd let me."

Oliver chuckled a little bit, nuzzling his cheek against Neil's chest.

"His laugh,"

Neil began thumbing over the bruise gently, trying not to add too much pressure and hurt him.

"His laugh,"

Neil just couldn't imagine why anyone would want to inflict this kind of pain on anyone, especially someone as innocent as Oliver.

"He hates it, but I think it's so sexy."

He tilted Oliver's chin upward, meeting emerald with sapphire.

"He's so beautiful,"

He smiled sincerely.

"And I tell him everyday."

Neil released Oliver from his embrace, much to Oliver's disappointment.

"Oh, you know, you know, you know,"

Neil shook his head, holding up both hands innocently.

"I'd never ask you to change."

He made a small square with both thumbs and index fingers, closing one eye and looking at Oliver through it.

"If perfect's what you're searching for,"

Oliver blushed, smiling a little.

"Then just stay the same."

Neil grinned, lowering his hands and shaking his head again.

"So don't even bother asking,"

He took Oliver's hands, linking them together.

"If you look okay,"

He used them to tug Oliver closer, still smiling.

"You know I'll say,"

Oliver looked away, smiling and blushing still.

Neil was clearly happy to see Oliver in a better mood.

"When I see your face,"

Neil tilted his head to one side, trying to catch Oliver's eyes.

"There's not a thing that I would change,"

When he still didn't look, Neil used one hand to nudge his head so that he was facing forward again.

"'Cause you're amazing,"

Neil gave Oliver's nose a light tap with his free hand before linking it back together with Oliver's once again.

"Just the way you are."

Oliver blushed again, and pulled his hands up and away from Neil's to cover his face.

"And when you smile,"

Neil lifted his hands to gently pry Oliver's away.

"The whole world stops and stares for a while,"

His small grin was revealed and Neil smiled back.

"'Cause boy, you're amazing,"

Neil leaned forward, giving him a light kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Just the way you are."

Because he just couldn't help himself, Neil took Oliver's hand and gave him a twirl.

"The way you are,"

Oliver laughed as he was spun, and Neil dipped him low.

"The way you are,"

Neil grinned at him while he lifted Oliver back into his standing position.

"Boy, you're amazing,"

Oliver shook his head, still giggling slightly.

"Just the way you are."

Neil cupped Oliver's face with both hands.

"When I see your face,"

He rubbed a small circle around his bruise lightly.

"There's not a thing that I would change,"

Neil noticed another tear starting to fall, but this time, he knew it wasn't because he was sad.

"'Cause you're amazing,"

Oliver was just so touched by Neil's words, even if they were from someone else, he was using them for him, and that meant a lot.

"Just the way you are."

Neil tilted their foreheads together again, both of them smiling still.

"And when you smile,"

He wiped away the tear with his thumb, not wanting it to stain the younger boy's perfect face.

"The whole world stops and stares for a while,"

Oliver let his eyes flick to Neil's lips, and then back to Neil's eyes, silently asking.

"'Cause boy, you're amazing,"

Neil smiled, clearly agreeing.

"Just the way you are."

Oliver looked almost giddy at this, and tilted his head upward.


Neil met him halfway, their lips connecting as he finished the song. It was strange how well their mouths fit together, like puzzle pieces, but it was just so perfect that neither cared to think about it.

Oliver pulled back, smiling and resting his head against Neil's chest, "You always know what to do..."

Neil smiled and rubbed his arm tenderly, "I try."

"I know I'm supposed to stay strong and just push through it, but the relentless teasing and insults, and now this...Sometimes it just becomes too much," Oliver said, wishing he never had to let go of Neil.

"I know, Ollie, it's okay..."

He sighed, "I wish I could just hit them back, just once, but I know it's not right...I have to take the high road; be the smart one."

Neil nodded, understandingly, but then chuckled.


"Nothing, it's just...I hope you don't have a problem with other people avoiding the high road, because Patrick is going to kill them after he finds out about this."

Highway To The Danger Zone


Revvin' up your engine

Listen to her howlin' roar

Metal under tension

Beggin' you to touch and go

Highway to the Danger Zone

Ride into the Danger Zone

Headin' into twilight

Spreadin' out her wings tonight

She got you jumpin' off the track

And shovin' into overdrive

Highway to the Danger Zone

I'll take you

Right into the Danger Zone

You'll never say hello to you

Until you get it on the red line overload

You'll never know what you can do

Until you get it up as high as you can go

Out along the edges

Always where I burn to be

The further on the edge

The hotter the intensity

Highway to the Danger Zone

Gonna take you

Right into the Danger Zone

Highway to the Danger Zone

Come What May


Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss

Every day I love you more and more

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change

Winter to spring

But I love you

Until the end of time

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you

Until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high

No river too wide

Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Storm clouds may gather,

And stars may collide

But I love you

I love you 

Until the end

Until the end

Of time

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you

I will love you

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