Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
Scissorhands.
Naturally, us being us, if we did go to the movies, we weren’t going to actually watch the movie. We’d scream and throw popcorn at people and scream naughty words. For example: penis, cock, whore, ass, bitch, slut, cunt, and a personal favorite, fuck. The Wentz family seems to enjoy the word “penis”… well, Linnea does.
“Which movie would you like to see?” the movie-lady- person asked us in a movie-lady-person-like way.
“Uh…porn.” Linnea said bluntly. I shot her quite the glare.
“She forgot to take her medication, please excuse her.” I sighed, “Just…” I counted how many of us were there. Well, there’s Wentz, She-Wentz, Gabriel, Stump, Suarez, Ryland, and Steph…oh, and me. “Eight tickets of whatever.” The lady looked at our group strangely and rung up the tickets, we all paid and went in the theater.
“Which movie are we going to see?” Stump was the first to ask (or care).
“Uh…” I glanced at the ticket, “Edward Scissorhands.”
“Sounds hawt.” Linnea announced.
“How?” I asked.
“…I dunno. Scissors for hands.”
“That’d make masturbation difficult.” Gabe stated.
“Imagine him jacking-off…” Linnea wondered, totally ignoring what Gabe had just said. I slapped her on the head and she cocked a brow.
“May we get sugar now?” she motioned to the candy counter.
“Is that a trick question?” Steph pointed out. So we all made our way over to buy enough candy to leave us sugar-high for quite a while.
“Sour patch children.” Linnea barked before any of us had any say in anything.
“Dildos.” Gabe nodded to himself. Someone dropped him on the head way to many times as a child.
“Milkshakes. Coffee milkshakes. They’re, like, better than sex.” I told the entire world.
“I so wanna try one.” Linnea looked at me wide-eyed. So we ordered our (sour patch) children, milkshakes, and sadly for Gabe, no dildos.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck. It tastes like cum.” She-Wentz moaned. I looked at her and nodded.
“Told you.” I smirked and sipped at my own shake.
“Should we like go to the movie now?” Wentz asked.
“That or we totally wasted that money on the tickets.” I replied.
“True.”
“Alright,” Steph mumbled, stealing a ticket, “we’re theater number 13. Wow, that’s lucky.”
“Only us.” Alex sighed.
***
“Linnea…”
“Yes, Spanky?” she looked at me.
“I’m leaving you for Edward.” I told her as we left the building.
“What!? How am I gonna live with myself!?” she cried.
“It’s okay.” Alex pulled her into a hug. “Men suck.”
“…Alex, last I checked, I’m not a man.”
“Than how do I suck your-” I smacked a hand over her mouth.
“Shuddup?”
“Which movie would you like to see?” the movie-lady- person asked us in a movie-lady-person-like way.
“Uh…porn.” Linnea said bluntly. I shot her quite the glare.
“She forgot to take her medication, please excuse her.” I sighed, “Just…” I counted how many of us were there. Well, there’s Wentz, She-Wentz, Gabriel, Stump, Suarez, Ryland, and Steph…oh, and me. “Eight tickets of whatever.” The lady looked at our group strangely and rung up the tickets, we all paid and went in the theater.
“Which movie are we going to see?” Stump was the first to ask (or care).
“Uh…” I glanced at the ticket, “Edward Scissorhands.”
“Sounds hawt.” Linnea announced.
“How?” I asked.
“…I dunno. Scissors for hands.”
“That’d make masturbation difficult.” Gabe stated.
“Imagine him jacking-off…” Linnea wondered, totally ignoring what Gabe had just said. I slapped her on the head and she cocked a brow.
“May we get sugar now?” she motioned to the candy counter.
“Is that a trick question?” Steph pointed out. So we all made our way over to buy enough candy to leave us sugar-high for quite a while.
“Sour patch children.” Linnea barked before any of us had any say in anything.
“Dildos.” Gabe nodded to himself. Someone dropped him on the head way to many times as a child.
“Milkshakes. Coffee milkshakes. They’re, like, better than sex.” I told the entire world.
“I so wanna try one.” Linnea looked at me wide-eyed. So we ordered our (sour patch) children, milkshakes, and sadly for Gabe, no dildos.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck. It tastes like cum.” She-Wentz moaned. I looked at her and nodded.
“Told you.” I smirked and sipped at my own shake.
“Should we like go to the movie now?” Wentz asked.
“That or we totally wasted that money on the tickets.” I replied.
“True.”
“Alright,” Steph mumbled, stealing a ticket, “we’re theater number 13. Wow, that’s lucky.”
“Only us.” Alex sighed.
***
“Linnea…”
“Yes, Spanky?” she looked at me.
“I’m leaving you for Edward.” I told her as we left the building.
“What!? How am I gonna live with myself!?” she cried.
“It’s okay.” Alex pulled her into a hug. “Men suck.”
“…Alex, last I checked, I’m not a man.”
“Than how do I suck your-” I smacked a hand over her mouth.
“Shuddup?”
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She-Wentz= Linnea/Danielle/Anielle/Kermit. kthnxbye.