Counting Stars (2) / A Long Read

He kept his eyes down at his phone as people rushed past him. He felt an odd sensation of relief. No cameras, no attention, it was gave him a warm feeling inside. Though if he could have been in New York,it would be better. Ohio was OK, but there were reasons he left it after high school. It wasn’t like the big apple where if someone had a problem, they would say it to your face and try to beat you in the middle of a crowd. In Ohio though, no one is that overt, they wait in the dark ends of the hallways to jump you and then dump you in a side dumpster not going to be checked until the next day.

Kurt shivered as old memories crept up into his mind. He shook his head and pushed them back. He couldn’t go there. He just needs to get threw this trip, see it horribly fail, and then go back home. He looked around for his dad. His plane landed early and he didn’t expect his dad to be at the airport right then, but after twenty-five minutes of waiting with no text to tell him anything he was getting impatient.

Grabbing his suitcase and messenger bag, he walked towards the front. When he got out he saw a line of taxis. He gazed around for an open one but for whatever reason, the Ohio airport was inconveniently busy like a New York airport. He wiped out his cell phone and opened the taxi app he had, in case of an incident like this. But as it loaded up, the phone vibrated and his dad’s number came up. He answered it.

“Yeah’llo”

“Hello. How you doing on this fine Ohio day?” His father chuckled into the phone.

Kurt sighed and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t be like that Kurt. If you pretend to like it, soon you will be having a blast here again.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m having a barrel of fun.”

“Sure you are. So, do you like the little piece of NYC we got for you?” There was laughter on the other side of the phone.

Kurt tried to suppress the smile that was creeping on to his face. “You could’ve picked anything from New York, anything! And you pick the damn traffic.” He sighed and a giggled slipped

“It makes you really appreciate the lackluster of Ohio’s traffic.”

“No. It makes Ohio more annoying.” Kurt said trying to stop the giggles coming out

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“Shush. You’re distracting me. I need to find a cab.” Kurt went on his toes as he looked around for a free yellow cab.

“You could pay me to take you home.” His father chuckled

“Gladly would if you were here.” Kurt countered

Suddenly there was a horn and Kurt jumped. Turning to it he saw his father sitting at the opposite curb. When his father saw him, he waved.

“Five bucks a mile.” His father joked.

Kurt shook his head and walked over to the car trunk. His father climbed out of the front seat and helped Kurt with his bag.

“So, welcome home.” He smiled at Kurt, who gave a small one back.

“I’m only back for a little while dad.” Kurt sweetly informed

His dad wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Well we’ve missed ya.” Kurt was squeezed into a hug. Then they climbed into the front seats and drove.

Kurt stared out the window, looking at the suburbs. Very quickly they started driving through parts of Ohio that Kurt instantly started to recognize. First were connecting small townhouses. Small front yards with maybe a patio seat or chairs on them. Then came the medium sized houses with yard all around them and polished gardens.

“Remember the old house with the basement?”

Kurt shrugged.  

“You use to hang out in that basement making clothes and all . . .”

Kurt chuckled lowly. “Yeah, and look at me now.”

“Making more clothes.”

Kurt suddenly burst out laughing, nodding his head and leaning onto the dashboard. “Yes making more clothes.”

His father looked over at him and smiled. Kurt centered himself and sat back in his chair.

“You hungry? Carol made some nice chocolate cake for you.”

Kurt shook his head as he smiled out the windshield. “I’m good dad.”

“Well, you bedroom is all set up and all so it’s ready.” His father happily informed

Kurt bit his lip, the smile slowly disappearing. He looked over at his father who was scanning the road. “It’s only for a little while dad. Two weeks tops.”

His dad solemnly nodded. “We’ve missed you Kurt.”

Kurt sank in his seat. If everyone is going to be like this, then he might just go back to New York early.

“I still can’t believe we came back.” Quinn muttered into the cup of coffee she sipped.

Puck who sat beside her shrugged but then turned to Finn who was sitting at the drums.

“It memorable, I mean most of us wouldn’t have known each other if we didn’t have this club.” Finn reasoned. He hit a drum.

Puck shrugged and looked around the choir room. The chairs were placed like they were, on the cement risers and the black piano was placed to the left of the front. Same as usual.

“I think if we can save this club for kids later on, it might make this school better for everyone.” Mercedes smiled as she walked in with Tina on her arm and sat in the front row.

“Yeah, guys. This was the only place we could all come and talk about things we would never admit bothered us.” Tina added

Quinn took another sip of the coffee.

Puck nodded and sat back in his chair. “Do you think people will actually show up or is this all there is?”

“I would be mighty surprised if that happened.”

They turned around and smiled as Mr. Shue walked into the room. He clapped his hands and laughed as he greeted them.

“This place wouldn’t have been the same without you Mr. Shue.” Mercedes smiled as she gave him a hug.

“And without you guys, it wouldn’t have been the same.” Mr. Shue added.

Everyone clapped and cheered. Then Santana and Brittany walked in hand in hand. They smiled at each other and then at the group before sitting down together.

“Santana, you look well.” Quinn noted

Santana glanced at her. “I can’t say the same to you but thank you, I am.” She turned to Brittany and giggled.

Quinn sighed behind them and looked away with a bored expression on her face. “Same Lopez.”

Brittany turned around to her. “Don’t worry about Santana, she just doesn’t like that I got her to miss the carnival that came to our town.” Quinn turned and watched as she hugged Santana. “You just being grumpy.”

Mr. Shue chuckled. “Welcome back Santana. Glad you made it.”

Santana smiled at him. “Well, if we can get everyone here and get whatever needs to be done, done, then I will be glad to be back. Only because I didn’t have to be back in this hillbilly hell of a town.”

Mr. Shue nodded, as well as everyone else. “Well, its about the contract Sue wrote a while back. Apparently it was an actual contract and there’s an error in it.”

“Why does that matter? Why do all of us have to come back?” Puck asked

Blaine walked in with Sam, Mike and Artie.

“Because if the contract is invalid, that means we owe the school a lot of money.” Blaine explained as he fixed his navy blue blazer and sat with Mercedes and Tina. “And let me tell you something, the bill is huge. For what I saw, the jungle backdrop cost at least a few hundred grand.” He said nonchalantly

Mouths of the alumni dropped.

“Dude that’s a lot.” Finn gasped

“That’s at least three hundred pools in CA.” Puck blinked. “There’s no way we can pay that.”

Mr. Shue took a breath and nodded. “That’s why I had to contact you guys. Not the glee club afterward you guys or even the one after that. You guys signed your names and without everyone here, well,” he bit his lip. “I just don’t know what Sue is capable of. As you can see, we just got the chairs back and the piano was borrowed from Dalton.” They looked at the piano and then back at Mr. Shue. “We need as much help as we can get.”

“And help has arrived!” Rachel waltzed into the room, her heels stomping and her hands flung out. She wore a tight short dress, a black strapless top with a connected green plaid skirt. She stopped right in the center of the room and bowed, and there was a short applause. She soaked it up for a minute, then clasped her hands together. “I am so happy you guys came, the glee club can not die.”

The group nodded.

“Yeah, it was a special place for us.” Tina chimed

“It gave me a home away from the hotel.” Sam added.

“And it produced me, and now look at it all.” Rachel swooned. “I can’t even think of Mc’ Kindley high school without glee club.”

Santana rolled her eyes and Rachel ignored her.

“I’m glad that you feel that way. I’m glad you all feel that way.” Mr. Shue smile deeply.

“And I could really care less that you people feel that way.” Sue added as she walked in. She walked over to Rachel in the center of the room and shoved her to the chairs. In her hands she held a thick folder. She scanned the room and then smiled. She rested her eyes on Mr. Shue. “Well, Will even when you bring all the misfits back from whatever rocks they were living under-”

“I don’t live under a rock!” Rachel jumped up.

“There are a lot of rocks around our house.” Brittany said to Santana. Santana motioned her to stay quiet.

Sue smiled at her and shook her head. “You’re on Broadway. That is the definition of living under a rock. Sit down Berry before I have you taken out in handcuffs.” Rachel sat down while the group looked at each other with concern looks. “But I am glad to say that you have failed at getting all the members of the contract here, together, in this room.”

They looked at each other and then back at her.

“Sue, everyone came who could come.” Mr. Shue  explained

Sue smiled her teeth at him. “And the wrong people came.”

“Who do we need to be here?” Rachel asked as she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

“Hummel.”

The room went silent. Everyone whispered to each other.

“I thought I just saw him at the coffee bean . . “ Mercedes spoke up with a tint of confusion in her voice.

“He is.” Rachel confidently reassured. She looked Sue over. “I told him back in New York and got it published so that he pretty much had to come.”

“Control freak.” Santana commented disgusted

“Shut it.” Rachel snapped back.

Sue chuckled and looked at the clock. “If he appears in the magical fluffy pink cloud that he seemed to always walk on before three o’clock, then I guess we can continue. But no jet is that fast.” Sue smirked superiorly at them before strutting out of the room.

The room held a deafening silence as they looked at each other.

“You did what now Berry?” Mercedes questioned, looking skeptical at Rachel.

Rachel shook it off and whipped her phone out as she walked towards the doorway. “I’m calling him. If anything, he’s at his dad’s damn auto shop and hadn’t got the several text I sent him.”

“Why? What are you his mother?” Santana mocked

Rachel spun around and gave her a look that made Santana’s grin straighten on her face. “I don’t have time for your BS Santana. We don’t have time. If the glee club doesn’t get re-imbursed-”

“You don’t get to brag about yourself to people who couldn’t care less. “ Santana finished with a shrug. She got up and walked up to her, waving her arms in the air. “Look at me, Rachel Berry. Miss I’m-on-Broadway but still single and no where close to any kind of relationship.” She gestured to Finn at the drum set. “You couldn’t even seal the deal with flappy pancake over there.”

Rachel’s face blew up with red hot anger. “It’s better than going no where like you. You pretend to be happy living out in the middle of no where with a girl who has no clue who she may love.” She got in Santana’s face. “I know people love me. There’s a full house every time I take the stage, magazines flock to interview me. They would have done that to you but you’re a scared little girl who is barely hanging on.”

Santana slowly shook her head as she looked Rachel over. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be barely hanging on to the sad pitiful existence you call life.” She grabbed the collar of Rachel shirt and pulled up. Rachel latched onto Santana’s wrists and tried to wiggle out of her grips as Santana raised her other hand and formed a fist.

The  others started to jump up. Kurt whipped out his phone and ran to the doorway of the office he was sitting in. He quickly set the camera up and started snapping pictures with the volume on loud.

The room stopped and looked at him.

He feigned a sad face at Santana. “What did I tell you Santana? You can’t just stop in the middle of an action shot.” He put his phone away and walked up to the two, separating them and putting himself between. “Rachel was truly afraid and had the perfect expression for the shot. I can’t help you if you don’t work with me.”

Everyone looked at them. Kurt mouthed something to her. Santana slowly nodded her head and backed away. She looked at Rachel over his shoulder. “Not finished with you smurf.” She went back to her seat beside Brittany.

Kurt turned to Rachel and smiled. “You are as stupendous as they said you were.”

Rachel’s face brightened and she returned the smile. “Oh really? Well it is all in the atmosphere we actors put ourselves in. I really had to do more on my part since Santana was rusty.” Rachel promptly explained.

Santana loudly huffed but Kurt merely nodded his head. “Of course.”

“Just remember to write that when published and what not. It could help me with my career you know?”

Kurt nodded again and took a seat beside the drum set.

“Hey Kurt.” Finn greeted

Kurt smiled at him. “Hey Finn.”

Finn covered his giggles and Kurt raised an eyebrow to it. Finn pointed a drumstick at Kurt, but then Kurt looked beside him to see Blaine Anderson sitting next to him. His face blushed rosy pink.

“Hi.” He said small

“Hey.” Blaine greeted lowly with a small smile.

They nodded at each other and then turned away. Kurt stared at the clock and prayed for the time to go faster, so he wouldn’t have to sit there any longer. Every minute he died inside from the horrible memories he had made and long buried a time ago. He needed to get this over as painless as possible and as quick as possible.

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Counting Stars (1) / A Long Read

The New York Coffee shop was bustling, people grumpy and groggy pushing past one another to get their order and leave. The poor coffee staff hurried behind the counter. Kurt Hummel, as relaxed as he could be, followed in line as he watched silently at everyone else. It’s been awhile since he could be in a coffee shop and not be swarmed by paparazzi or raging fans. Once he gets to the counter he waits patiently till the girl rings the order. She does and finally looks up. Her mouth dropped and the corners slowly rose. He handed her a bill and pressed a finger to his lips. She covered her wide smile with her hand and held in a squeal.

“You are like, my favorite designer.” She whispers over the counter.

He smiled at her and hands her a tip, a large one and starts to head out the door.

“Kurt?”

He frantically turned to the voice and started to make an excuse. Walking towards him was a small girl, with gorgeous brown ringlets and a black dress. He stood there staring at the girl as she smiled wider and wider at him as she approached. As soon as she got to him he realized that she was not a random fan or person, she was the Broadway star from Funny Girl; She was Miss Rachel Berry.

“Kurt!” She said gleefully as she embraced him for a hug. He slightly complied, still stun to see her. After a moment, she let go of him and stood there admiring. “How are you, it’s been awhile?” She exclaimed.

“Um,” For a second he was lost for words, but he then snapped out of it. “Great, great, and how are you miss Berry?”

She giggled. “When did we become so formal?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so use to you being called that on the pamphlets. Miss Berry, Miss Berry, is just got stuck in my head.”

“Do you have a second?” Rachel asked hopeful.

He stood there uncomfortable, wanting to say he couldn’t, but something sparked in him to say yes: An old response to Rachel, something that hadn’t come up since he left. “Sure, why not. I got the time.”

She clapped her hands together and they took a table outside under an umbrella. He ate his bagel and sipped his coffee as Rachel talked aimlessly.

“I’m sorry, I know I talk a bit too much.” She abruptly apologized.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it.” He said coolly. “I kind of miss someone babbling on about stuff, sometimes people can’t seem to speak their minds, especially when it could save lives.”

Rachel giggled at the table and then smiled at him. “You are an expert on that.”

“Not really, there are plenty of people that can do it much better than me. Try anyone who has been interviewed by the press, they can certainly speak.” He joked

“Nothing but junk.” Rachel added. “But you always seem to say something inspiring or intelligent. People get helped when you talk.”

“I just say the things that needed to be said, they do the work.” He shrugged.

There was a moment of silence as they both looked down at the table, thinking and remembering.

“So,” Rachel looked up to Kurt. “May I ask why you canceled a bunch of shows from now till, like, three months. I mean, that can’t be good for publications or profit.” He asked as he leaned back in his chair.

“Oh,” Rachel blushed. “I’m going back to Lima.”

His cold expression melted at the name. He hadn’t thought about that name, said it out loud or had even talked about the place in years. Suddenly, his mind turned with curiosity, oddly hoping to hear news from a place he didn’t want any affiliation with, and anyone from there.

“How come?” His face transformed to a new old expression.

“Glee club.” She sighed.

He looked at his coffee, feeling a stabbing sensation in his stomach. He didn’t like the feeling and wanted to leave, but unsure on how to leave.

“You know the contract, the one Sue made us sign in glee club as a scheme to try to shut us down? She wrote it so that at least one person wouldn’t want to sign and then we would be short and then she could shut us down. It was what?  One in sophomore year and then one is senior year? Yeah.”

He chuckled to the side and then nodded to her.

“Well, there’s an error in it and everyone one who can, has to come back.” Rachel crossed her legs and looked at her hands under the table. Kurt’s amusement vanished as quickly as it came. Well, there’s an error in it and everyone one who can, has to come back. There was moment of silence before Rachel looked up again. “Are you going?”

He sat there his mouth open, wanting to say his real answer, hell to the no, but his boldness evaporated and he was left with his shell. He didn’t need to know any details to know for a fact that he wasn’t, and really didn’t want to go back. “Um,” The only word that came out of his mouth. “Um, when is it?” He instantly regretted it, because it gave false hope that he was even considering the possibility.

“You didn’t get an invite?” Rachel cocked her head in confusion.

Kurt shook his head slowly, silently knowing why he hadn’t gotten one.

Rachel whipped out her cell phone and searched on it. She then held it to him. “Isn’t this your number?”

He peered at the phone and laughed in his mind, keeping his face still. She still had his old cell phone number from when he still lived near her. As cute as it was, it was a stinging reminder on how long it had been since they had talked. “No.” He answered calmly

She retracted her phone back and sighed at it. “Figures.” She huffed. She suddenly broke into a smile and shined it at him. “For a while there, I thought you were just ignoring my text and calls.”

She giggled but he admitted inside his own mind that in fact, that was the main reason why he had bought a new phone and changed his number. Once he started his rise to fame, the others kept trying to socialize with him and cling like a newborn infant to it’s mother. They weren’t interested in him before it so he saw no reason to reciprocate it. He wasn’t their mother nor would he ever again pretend to be anyone’s mother. It might have been a bit too cold to just go up and change his number and not really talking or calling once in a while, but the hiatus was refreshing and now that he was sitting across from one of his old associate, he really wished the hiatus lasted longer.

“You should give me your new number so we can get together and hang out again.” Rachel suggested. Kurt took a deep breath, trying to not show that he was displeased with the suggestion. “Maybe later when we are both not so busy in the morning.” She giggled. She put her sunglasses on and turned around in her seat to the street, just as Kurt sighed in relief. “Oh my god.”

He turned in her directions and mimicked her reaction. Rushing towards the two was a small horde of paparazzi, cameras flashing and shouts heard from where they sitting. Kurt instinctively stood up, gripping his coffee, and planned to run until Rachel stood up and grabbed his arm. He turned his head to her and she again, smiled. She kept them standing there until the group of paparazzi caught up with them. When the paparazzi did, they instantly surrounded them and started to flash camera’s in their faces while shouting things at them.

“Rachel, what are you doing with Designer Hummel?”

“Kurt, how do you know miss Rachel Berry?”

“Can we get a shot with you guys?”

The shouts began to be more and more obscure, and while Rachel basked in the fame, Kurt stood there with a surprised look, almost as if he was scared but trying really hard not to show it.

“I was just having some breakfast with my old friend, Kurt Hummel.” Rachel announced to the cameras. They turned to him, and without missing a beat he agreed.

“How do you know her Kurt?” One reporter shouted at him

“From high school, we were in a club together.” He answered calmly, stuffing his free hand away from Rachel’s grabbing palm and into his pocket.

They continued to shout things at them and although it was refreshing to get some needed attention, Kurt had about enough of it within a few minutes. He slowly leaned down to her ear without any of the reporters pointing it out.

“Hey listen,” He whispered, Rachel nodding shortly in recognition. “It’s been nice seeing you and getting breakfast. Maybe it will happen again, but I have to go right now.”

She turned her head up to him. “Already?” She puppy- dogged her eyes but his only response was a shrug. What else could he do? “Fine but we should totally hangout later.”

He faked a smile and briefly hugged her. Then while avoiding anymore paparazzi, he got a cab and headed to work; VOGUE.

He kept his head down for the day, not looking up at anyone or speaking when asked. He felt the eyes on him. Rachel, why? Why, did you really mean your statement or was it just another scheme to get more publicity. The first time he did look up at his workplace, he met Paul’s stare at him. The corner of Paul’s mouth turned up but the rest stayed straight. Kurt sank back in his desk, keeping his eyes to his screen.

“Kurt! You knew her?”

He looked up from his screen and raised his eyebrows at Isabelle who walked up to his desk. In her hand has a print out column with a picture of him and Rachel from this morning. News in New York travels extremely fast.

“Yeah, we were friends for a while.” He admitted coolly

Isabelle nodded her head, rested her hands on the top of his computer head, and thought for a moment. She then quickly looked at him.

“Do you think she would be a model for one of the designs?”

He shrugged and rolled his eyes. Isabelle brought the column up to her face and started to read it over again.

“Seems like she was enjoying the spotlight with you.” Isabelle absently commented.

Kurt snickered at it and she glanced away from her reading to look at him. He quickly covered his mouth and avoided her stare.

“What?” She asked

He waved her off but she didn’t stop.

‘What? What is so funny?”

He waved her off once more. “Nothing, nothing.” He centered himself and stopped chuckling, although it left a smile on his face. He couldn’t believe anyone who heard the name Rachel Berry would ever say that she likes to share the spotlight. With the years of knowing her with him, and even if he hadn’t seen her for a few years, not in a million years would she change from being a spotlight hog. The memories came back as clear as glass the times she had nearly endangered some else in order to keep her spotlight or bullied someone into submission in order to get another solo. He knew he had some moments where he had foolishly tried to take her on for a solo, only to get viciously torn apart till there was barely any of him left to live. Their friendship was odd and wasn’t always clear if they were even friends, and maybe that was the reason they had fallen out. He hadn’t thought about it since the first couple of months after he had moved out, and after thinking hard about them he realized that their friendship was one sided. He was there to encourage Rachel like a mother without any appreciations or expectations for anything back from her. And like he said before, he will not be anyone’s mother anymore.

“So what did she want?”

He glazed over his screen again. “Just wanted to chat.”

“Anything new, something that we can use for maybe an article?” She asked, leaning a bit into his workplace.

He shrugged. “She went on with Funny Girl and her roommate and her are going to Ohio for glee club-“

“She’s going to Ohio?” Isabella asked, interrupting rudely.

He looked up at her with an uncaring expression. “Yeah, that’s why Funny Girl has been canceled for like three months.”

Isabella nodded at the information and took a moment to formulate her next question, which came fairly easy. “Why?”

“Glee club,” Kurt answered without missing a beat. “Apparently she is going to Lima to see if she and a bunch of other alumni can get the Glee club back. But I wouldn’t hold my breathe.”

“Why not?”

He looked up at her. “Because I know the principal, Sylvester, and from years of experience she will not let Glee club have come back. She would rather wipe out the entire famous and rich celebrity race and burn down every recording studio in the universe and beyond than let Glee club come back.”

Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “And you would know about this. . .why?”

He sighed and looked down at the screen. He clicked open a folder and dropped his work into it. He could see where this was going and there was no way around it. After making sure the document was saved and backed up, he leaned his head in his hand and tilted his head up to her.

“Because I was apart of that club.”

Counting Stars – A Long time Fiction from a Fan

Everyone we  striving to be noticed. To have that golden beam hit one of them and stay on one. It was all the glee club knew. New York City seemed like the place to achieve that, and while a few got their fifteen minutes of fame, it was Rachel Berry who hit it big time first. She was the lead of ‘Funny Girl’, Broadway’s sweet heart. She was the breakaway star of the group, everyone thought. But then it all turned after one winter fashion show. Now she had to compete with her long time best friend Kurt Hummel who was growing exponentially in fame.They tried to be friends. But the lima Ohio misfits couldn’t seem to hit that note right.

Years later and  Kurt Hummel hasn’t gone back to Lima or talked to anyone he knew there for a while now.To be accurate, he hasn’t talked to anyone since he started his rise to fame mainly because before then no one was interested in hanging out with him. That is until Rachel Berry finds him and corners him into coming back to Lima, to save the glee club. The same glee club that allowed the two to be friends. But after all these years, can any of the members manage to cooperate. Kurt doesn’t think so. But like everyone else, he’ll have to try to do something more than showing up to help. For the first time in forever they’ll have to sacrifice their wants for what the club could need, before it’s too  Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Britanna,Puck/Quinn, Finn/Rachel

Happy New Years! 20- what again? Where’s the whiteout?

I mean, if anyone here can actually stay awake after all the partying to write the year correctly, congrats. Please initiate your bragging rights when , and only when, you leave.

So, what do I have in the works?

Currently I am working on Vacation Descendants with my OC’s mucking up the the Disney Descendants universe and The Most Basic Story which has currently driven off a cliff at the moment. It’s really fun when you have extremely low expectations for a story. XD [both are linked, just click on the names]

Also, I’ve been trying to keep up with a schedule for the blog and so far it has just gotten me to post something nearly every week and keep me actively reading on others. Well the later was the actual plan, but I wanted a more stable and reliable reader schedule for my own. Between Christmas and New Years, I’ve been not only writing up on the stories and trying to edit them, (that is a lot harder than expected) as well as setting up a solid schedule that I could keep up with. I think I have that down and will

What will I have in the works?

Perfect timing because I have just learned, literally last night, that Twilight is have some sort of meme comeback. . . on tumblr. If that’s not enough for my inner twihard to come sneaking out then I’ll be damned. Originally I was never on board with the whole love triangle angle and Bella was alright in my eyes as a main character. But what really drew me in was the world itself and how the other characters dealt with their then human BS as vampires. I’ll be dipping my itty-bitty toesies in that pool soon to come.

Another thing is that I want to add a Monday post that are short but uplifting. When I was in middle school, I had this blog where all I did was memes and funny songs, etc. It was very popular solely because it made people smile. (I posted that daily because SCHOOL SUCKS! .. lol. (T-T) I definitely want to bring that back. Also, I don’t want to post a story on Monday so this is a great excuse!

What are your plans for the New Year? Share Below!

Fanfic: Vacation Descendants 3

“So who is this Santa Claus guy?”

The Isle was in full swing by late-afternoon.  Crowds swarmed the venders and inside was even worse with huddles around rickety conveyer belts and lines. The trio maneuvered around the town, ohhing and ahhing at the sights like tourist, The audience around them gawked and whispered. No one dared to meet their eyes, and many moved out of the way. Among the layers of dirt, some merchants had some interesting trinkets to sell, but unlike his companions Scott refrained from touching and messing with it all. Aleasa kept to his heels, poking and prodding some items when it peeked her fancy. Thomas on the other hand, knocked things over without much care, breaking sometimes.

Keeping an eye out for the kettle Hooligan wanted, Scott also was on the search for something else. Something slender, something thin. It was his very own staff that would appear in the same dimension he was in. The only problem was that he never knew where it would appear.

“Scott! Look at this windchime!”

He smiled over at Aleasa who held out a rusted windchime with forks dangling below, ringing out a decent pitch in the light breeze. He held a thumb out to her and turned back to his search. After looking through the bazaar, the old wheat mill, and at the bridge that was broken off, he sat down at the curb with a huff. The sky had streaks of orange, pink, and yellow running through it. He watched as the street urchins slowly evaporated into the slow coming darkness, the Isle suppressed by an eerie silence. Alone, he sat for some time.

Thomas and Aleasa found him right as the last of the sun had vanished and plopped themselves right at his side. Scott stayed silent.

“So what happened after the turbine came down?” Thomas asked with a glance at Scott.

  “The pansy was all like ‘dude, you can’t do that! It’s structurally unstable without it!’” Aleasa snickered with a quick wave of her hand. “So over course I took to not only reversing that piece of junk, but then I set it so the blades would come off their axle and you would have loved to see where it went then!”

Pausing, she glanced at Scott, dazing and distant. She bumped shoulders with him. He slowly turned to her.

“What happened after the blades got lose?” He said quietly and flat.

“Scott, hey. What’s up?” Thomas scooted closer to him.

He shook his head and gestured for them to continue. Neither of them did, waiting on Scott to spill. Instead he stood up and rubbed his forehead, his breathe being heavier then normal. They watched as he paced back and forth, silent and labored.

“Scott?” Thomas carefully stood up and approached him.

He stopped suddenly with his back turned them, one hand over his eyes and one clutching his stomach. Aleasa stood up and backed away. Thomas froze. Scott then bent over and knelt on to the ground, a stifled sob coming from him. Dropping their bags, they rushed to his side as he continued to curl up.

 “Scott? Talk to me. What is going on?” Thomas wrapped an arm around him desperate to get him up again; just to see his face.

“Scott, come on Scott. Get up please.” Aleasa sat on the other side trying to brush his hair and the sweat away.

On the ground, he choked on the sobs, squeezing around his stomach tighter and tighter. Nothing worked. The sweat continued to bead down his face, his chest tightening into a knot, there wasn’t enough air. Not for all of them. Heat rushed through him from somewhere unknown, and suddenly it was everywhere. In his hands, in his lungs, his bones, there was nothing like it.

Scott wouldn’t remove the hand over his eyes but Thomas and Aleasa could see what was happening. His pale skin darkened and crusted over into cool blue scales. Starting at his hands, they crusted over into black claws and scalely hands.

Thomas reached over to Aleasa and pulled away from him, rushing over to a nearby building. Rustling in his bag for a moment, he snapped the bag from Aleasa’s shoulder. She yelped as it did.  After a moment, he sneered at her.

“Where the hell are the blood extras?” He bared his teeth at her.

 “He drank them already. I couldn’t grab the ones in the basement.” Aleasa snapped back.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “So all that time I spent- It doesn’t matter.”

They rushed back to Scott who had progressed further into transformation up to his forearms. Both arms were now wrapped around his stomach and he looked up at them with tears in his eyes.  Aleasa wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him up as Thomas pulled up his sleeve to show off his clean forearm.

  “Scott, open up.”

One glance at him and Scott lurched against the ground, drool dripping despite of the pain.

“Scott come on, this is the only way.” Aleasa fought him keeping him off the ground. Glancing at Thomas, she bit her lip and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas grasped Scott’s head and forced it. Doing so, made Scott gasp and using it, he shoved his forearm into Scott’s mouth. The impact of the bite was instant. Suddenly there was nothing for Scott except the rush of hot liquid coming down his throat. The heat of the transformation subsided almost immediately, and it was all blood.

Above him Thomas winced and tried to not look as Scott bit down harder. Instead he kept eye contact with Aleasa, who made it easier for him by holding his chin up and faking a smile.

 After a minute, Scott released the hold and sat up. Thomas released a shaky breath and collapsed in his lap, burring his own tears. Aleasa scooted closer to Scott and laid her head on his shoulder.

“He’ll be okay. You both will be okay.” She brushed a tear away.

Scott carefully brushed the dark curls, making sure not to scare Thomas. “It’s getting worse. We can’t stay for very much longer. Whoever this is, whoever I took hold of,” He gestured to his body.” I don’t think our anatomies match.”

Thomas took a shaky breath and sat up, holding his bare forearm close to him. “A don’t think a vampire and a spawn can share the same body. That was a bit too much, even for me.”

Scott pulled him closed, humming in agreement. He shimmed his shoulders slightly, bouncing Aleasa’s head. “It was a fun vacation while it lasted.”

Aleasa nodded and closed her eyes for a moment. “Too bad we didn’t tell anyone where we were going before we left.”

Scott chuckled. “Looks like we’re on our own,” He looked to her and smiled. “That’ the way we want it right? Me, you, and curly-shirely here.”

Thomas sat up with a grin. “Why do I let you two talk me into these things?”

Scott and Aleasa smiled dramatically big at him. “Cause you’ll be bored without us.”

Standing up and collecting their things, Scott took a moment to look at Thomas’ forearm. Bruised and scared, there was a clear bite with the deepest marks at the canines and incisors. Following the curve there was a light indent of molars on his arm as well.

“It’s not the worse that’s ever happened.” Thomas chuckled awkwardly.

Scott raised a brow at him. “Really?”

Thomas’s slight smile dissipated. “No, no. That may have been. Please don’t get that thirsty again.”

Scott released his arm and shrugged. “With the spawning, I can’t tell if I am or not. It’s really confusing up here.” He knocked on the side of his head and gave a sheepish smile

Aleasa shook her head. “We didn’t sacrifice that orphan for no reason Scott.”

“I thought that was to get in contact with Guardian?” Scott narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Aleasa flipped her hand in a gesture of ‘either or’.

The two boys looked her over and snickered.

“Come on, it’s late. There’s a place nearby to sleep for tonight.” Thomas pointed to a brick building in sight.

The other two nodded and followed without a word. Inside, it was oddly painted with weird portraits, symbols and the phrase ‘long live evil’ all over.

FanFic – Vacation Descendants 2

There was nothing more spectacular than locking the keeper in an iron maiden and going all out for a daytime celebration. The building – or what was left of it-suddenly burst into an array of dancing colorful lights. Music blared from the thin walls. While trash scattered the surrounding woods, kids poured out of the front doors. Barely containing them, the doors flew off the hinges.

Banging on trash cans, throwing dirty water out the second story windows, kids jumped around the front lawn without a care, a trio emerged thru the broken doors. The leader dressed in a blue hodgepodge of fabrics, popped off the porch with a flip. Even with a cap on, light blonde strands managed to get in his eyes. Licking his thumb he tucked them off to the side. A boy close by with a cape was caught in the landing, driving the boy back to the ground.

“Hey!Get off!”

The leader snickered and rubbed the heels of his boots on the cape. “Ain’t it a hard knock life.” He maneuvered his way around the chaos.

IT’S HARD KNOCK LIFE- FROM ANNIE

[ORPHANS]

It’s a hard-knock life for us! It’s a hard-knock life for us!

‘Stead of treated We get tricked!

‘Stead of kisses We get kicked!

It’s a hard-knock life!

   “Scott! Wait!” The girl called after him.

Dressed in mixed matched orange and white fabrics, she hopped over tussling match and tripped a game of tag passing her.Stringy blonde hair laid heavy on her shoulders. Beside her, their last companion stayed close during the chase. Nightly hair tucked away under a cap,violet eyes keep steady on Scott.

“Come on Aleasa! We don’t have all day!” Scott called back

She heaved. “Please tell me it’s not only me.”

“Never. Never.” The guy smiled

[ALL]

Got no folks to speak of, so

It’s the hard-knock row we ho

Cotton blanket ‘stead a wool

Empty Bellies ‘Stead a full

It’s a hard-knock life

 Pounding on the side of the house a group of older kids rush into the fray, pulling kids off from one another and shoving most to the ground. The chaos only amplified as many ran from them. The trio kept out of the way, shoving people behind them as the group hurried to make order. At one point one of the older girls called for the trio.

“Thomas!Aleasa! Dammit, Scott! Get over here!”

Scott smirked in her direction. The other two snickered between them.

[THOMAS]

Don’t it feel like the wind is always howlin?

[Thomas and Aleasa]

Don’t it seem like there’s never any light!

[SCOTT]

Once a day, don’t you wanna throw the towel in?

[TRIO]

It’s easier than putting up a fight

They met up around the large tree at the edge of the front lawn, just before the trees. Looking back they smiled as the entire place was shaking. Walls clattering, windows jangling and loud music blistering eardrums with trash being sprayed about in a slight effort to slow order down, Thomas clapped his hands. The older kids made a beeline straight towards them.

[ORPHANS]

No one’s there when your dreams at night are creepy!

No one cares if you grow or if you shrink!

No one dries when your eyes get wet and weepy

The trio got circled around the tree. Thomas and Aleasa readied themselves for a fight while Scott merely smiled widely at them.

[ALL]

From the crying you would think this place’s would sink!

Ohhhh!!!!!!!

 Fists go flying and two kids slammed against each other as they charged at the trio. Scott hopped high over them with a smile. Thomas put his charger in a headlock, swinging the kid to the ground and climbing on top to stay in command. Aleasa met her charger with a fist to their cheek. They stumbled next her, The trio then ran back to the house.

[ORPHANS]

Empty belly life!

Rotten smelly life! Full of sorrow life!

No tomorrow life!

Children were slowly but surely being funneled back into the house. With them the trio tried their best to help the traffic in. Sitting on the steps was a smaller child, Young with dark hair, she sat with her head in her hands. Scott paused and sat by her.

[SMALL CHILD]

Santa Claus we never see

[SCOTT, TRULY CONFUSED]

Santa Claus, what’s that? Who’s he?

Thomas and Aleasa pull Scott off the step and into the house, the rest of the lot climbing on each other.

[ALL]

No one cares for you a smidge

When you’re in a orphanage

It’s the hard knock life!

Now inside, Scott stood up on a table in the parlor and whistled. Everyone turned to him, some smiling and some worried.

[SCOTT] (Making a whistling sound and imitating Sir Hooligan)

You’ll stay up till this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building!

 The children laughed as they ran about the house. Scott directed them to dirty dishes in the kitchen, the floors in the dinning room and the stairs in the parlor.  The other kids followed in line,despite what many older kids were trying to order about. Scott laughed as they tried,

[SPOKEN, SCOTT]

Heel, Heel

[ORPHANS ]

Yank the whiskers from his chin

[SPOKEN, SCOTT]

Little Pig Droppings

Jab his with a safety Pin

[SPOKEN, SCOTT]

Rotten Orphans

Make him drink a Mickey Finn

[SPOKEN, SCOTT]

Nobody loves you

[ALL]

I love you Sir Hooligan

 The ground started to shake under the everyone’s feet. Scott hurried through out the house, yelling out orders and shoving people out of the way. Thomas and Aleasa kept the older kids off his trial. The screaming got louder as the shaking got more severe.

“He’s coming! Run! The Devil’s coming” Someone yelled.

(SCOTT)

Get to work! Strip them beds! Scrub that floor! Polish my shoes!

And I mean

Start…..

NOW!

There’s a loud bang that knocks everyone to the floor. Threw the windows vines shot through, shards going everywhere in the rooms. Kids ran, ducked and did whatever else they needed to do to get out of the way. The thorns scrapped like large claws against the weak wood. In the kitchen Thomas was wrapped up and pulled out a bay window. On the second floor, Aleasa was pulled off an older girl in one of the large bedrooms. Scott ran through the third floor with a rush of vines at his heels. A window down the hall was smashed through and Scott swung on the frame up and over onto the roof.

[ALL]

It’s the hard-knock life for us

It’s the hard-knock life for us

No one cares for you a smidge

When your in a orphanage

It’s The Hard Knock Life!

It’s the Hard Knock Life!

ITS THE HARD KNOCK LIFE!!!

 He didn’t get far on the roof, the vines snatching his ankle by the thorns. Instead of pulling him back through the window, it dragged him off the roof. Despite his struggle, the vines wrapped around his body immobilizing his entire body. On the front yard,Thomas and Aleasa sat with vines wrapped around them next to a tall white-haired man. Frowning, the green skinned retracted the vines coming from his arms. Scott shared the glare with the man, being slammed to the ground in the last five feet. The vines loosened around Scott as they detached from the old man. Sucking in a harsh breathe, the man slicked a stray white hair back as his arms re-formed into hands and fingers.

 “Scott. Aleasa. Thomas.”

 “Morning Sir Hooligan.” The trio responded.

  “How was the Iron Maiden sir?” Scott smiled widely.

  The man crossed his arms. Thorns dug into the three and they released a set a scream.

“Not so mighty now are you, your highness?” The old man scoffed.

 Scott seethed through his teeth, lava burning inside the young man’s veins.

 Watch out sir. Let’s not make him angry.” Thomas softy chided.

They watched as Scott’s body contorted within the vines, his pale skin growing blue and then black. The boy’s scream deepened into a low growl.

The thorns dug in more to the trio, pausing Scott’s transformation. They yelled even louder. The man yawned. Amid the yelling. The thorns retracted and slipped off the three and laid on the ground brown and withered. Gasping for breaths, they collapsed together looking up in the silhouette of the man.

“Now if you are done being nuisances,you can get up and go to town for me.”

Scott was the first one up.“What the heck do you want!”

The other two stood up and leaned on each other for support. Thomas sighed, “Come on Scott, don’t push him.”

“Don’t push me.” Scott snickered, his eyes blackened with red pupils. A shiver ran through the two.

Meeting the glare of Hooligan, Scott huffed and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Two gallons of milk, bread, a screwdriver and a new teapot for the one you broke.” With a harsh look, he turned and walked back to the house.

The three watched in silence as Mr. Hooligan slammed the door shut. For a moment,they lingered. Aleasa looked to Thomas, who looked to Scott. He looked around in the open plain surrounded by a tight line of trees. The noise instantly died from inside.

Turning to his cohorts, Scott took a deep breathe. “Well there’s no point staying around this hell hole.”

Aleasa and Thomas followed him as they traversed down the hillside. It would be miles upon miles before any other points of civilization would be met.

***AUTHOR’S NOTE: Are the images distracting? I wasn’t quite sure if I should take them out, but if they are I will take them out. What do you think? ******


Fanfic: Vacation Descendants 1

Once upon a time, long ago and far away, a land is divided into two groups. You were either good and loved in the glimmering land of Auradon with no problems whatsoever. Or you were evil, set to live your entire life and your descendant’s life on a forsaken isle right outside the kingdom. With a magical barrier keeping everyone who had every been the least bit interesting, the isle was appropriately named the Isle of the Lost. Lost because while Auradon had grand balls every night and the newest technology,the isle was left to be lost in the fairy tales.

                    Mal shut the book with a huff. Alone in the library, she laid the velvet book on the end table. On the weekends most students are home or out. She wasn’t one of them. Instead she wasted her time on meaningless tasks for King Ben. She sighed into a hand.

                    It wasn’t meaningless. It was probably important. Important – she couldn’t figure it out. Browsing through the bookcases, Mal searched for anything magical sounding in the titles. Most were plain titles with basic names and adjectives. After an afternoon of looking and reading, Mal escaped out the side door. A few people she passed greeted her with smiles, but luckily most students were still off campus. The castle was a short walk and Mal easily got to Ben’s office.

                    Taking a small peak in, she saw papers and books everywhere. Opening the door more, she saw Ben hunched over in a chair a corner. Lumiere was right by his side, picking out books to put on the table and taking some off the table to put them back in the case.  Carefully stepping in, Mal scanned some papers near the door.

                    “Hey…” Ben looked up from the thick book on his lap and smiled.

                    “Hey Benny-boo. How you do?” Mal stepped over a stack of paper.

                    Ben shut the book and walked over to her. The piles didn’t seem to bother him nor did they hinder him. They hands interlocked and with a brief kiss, Ben lead her to the bookcase.

                    “Wow . . . This isn’t the least bit crazy.” Mal teased.

                    Ben shrugged. “I have slightly gone out of my mind. But it will be worth it when I find what we need.”  He took a step towards the book shelf and read over Lumiere’s shoulder

                    Mal leaned on the desk and chuckled to herself. “If only we knew what we were looking for.”

                    He shook his head. “I know this is confusing. I can’t say I’m faring any better,” He held her by his side and looked over the bookcase, overwhelming fatigue and worry washing over them.

                    A servant ran in with heavy breathes. “Sir! The fairy Godmother has found something.”

                    Moments later, she came in. Dressed in a lengthy pale blue dress, she glided into the room with a unsure smile.  Bowing, she approached the two.“Hello dears, I’m afraid I don’t have the best of news.”

                    Looking between the two, Mal rolled her eyes and sighed. “Why do I have a feeling we’re traveling back to my neck of the woods.”

                    Ben pat they interlinked hands. “Mal, come on. There would be no reason to go to the isle. All royal titles were dethroned when the villains were sent there.”

                    The Godmother squeaked between the two with an uncomfortable smile. “Almost all. We didn’t get all the villains and not all graves were found. So, while most were dethroned, there is still one lineage that is still in line.”

                    Mal and Ben looked with baited breath at her. “Which one?”

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