Teenagers

I stopped and glared at the teenies who were freaking out. Kyle, Oliver and I sat on the couch opposite of the one with the teenies.

“Oh my God, can you believe we’re going to meet MCR!” The teenie in the middle shrieked.

“There’s nothing interesting about meeting them,” I rolled my eyes.

“And you are…” The teenie on the right said.

“Stephanie Way, Gerard’s daughter and this is Kyle and Oliver,” I introduced.

“I’m Rachel, and this is Ariel and Pallet,” The teenie in the middle, Rachel, smiled.

“You sound more like preps than teenies,” Oliver laughed.

“You’re one to talk. What type of name is Oliver,” Ariel snapped.

“BACK OFF TEENIE!” I yelled.

“MAKE ME,” Ariel screamed.

“DON’T HAVE TO. SECURITY,” I screamed as the band walked in.

“What the fuck is going on Steph?” Frank asked.

“Teenie attack,” I replied.

“DID YOU NOT HEAR HER SCREAM SECURITY RICK?” Kyle yelled.

“My bad, what do you need?” Rick asked.

“Get rid of theses teenies,” I said, pointing to Rachel, Ariel, and Pallet.

“BUT WE PAID GOOD MONEY TO MEET MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE,” Pallet snapped.

“GO TO HELL TEENIE,” Oliver yelled.

“JOCK,” Rachel yelled.

“PREPS,” I snapped.