Outcast Oneshot book #3

This place about to blow!

Do any of you remember Rocket? He was in my holiday havoc chapter if you don't.

Anyway since he's my current favorite, and its the fourth of July, have a fic.

Enjoy!

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The summer sun shined brightly reflecting in the pools sparkling water. Luckily for the outcast's, Bryce had already eaten, letting them dive in and out of the pool as they pleased.

Hallow lazed in the hammock with his sun hat coveting him along with the shade from the trees.

Fear sat on the deck, in a wicker chair, reading as he always did. Lockheart sat on the steps with a cigarette between his fangs.

Cupid tended to his flower beds, humming a melody to himself. A few butterflies hovered by him, one even landed on his halo.

Asher took care of the grill, his hair pulled back. He flipped burgers with a smile.

Lastly, the gorgon lazed by the pool on a large beach towel, wearing his favorite pair of shades, and a green pair of swimming trunks.

"Yo ash, when are the burg's gonna be done?" Lockheart asks, looking over his shoulder at the wolf.

Asher tilted his head. "In about ten minutes. Hot dogs are ready though!"

"Someone get one of those for me please." Hallow lazily waves his hand. His arms were covered by elbow high gloves.

"Cupid, give Hallow his hot dog please." Asher holds up a plate with his free hand.

Cupid wipes the dirt off his hands onto his jean shorts. He adjusts his heart shaped sunglasses as he hops up the porch to retrieve the plate.

As the angel walks off with the plate, the siren finally makes his self known.

"Ay mate. Toss a few of those in here won't cha?" Bryce smirks.

Asher rolls his eyes and throws a hand full of hot dogs into the water. The siren smiles wider and sends the wolf a thumbs up.

"Cheers mate!"

"Dude. You're running my beauty sleep." Fang comments lifting his shades with narrowed eyes.

Bryce sends him a middle finger before swatting a good chunk of water onto him with his tail.

"Aw f*ck! Its cold!" Fang whimpers quickly standing, wrapping his towel around himself. "You're an ass!"

"F*ck right on off pisshead." Bryce hisses before ducking under the water.

"Can't we have one afternoon without someone yelling profanity?" Fear asks with a sigh of annoyance.

"I don't think that'd be possible." Asher replies.

The spider rolls his eyes.

"Are we lighting any fireworks this year?" Lockheart asks, crossing his arms now that his cigarette was finished.

"I think Artsy bought some a few days ago. Fang was tossing those popper things at me last night." Fear scoffs, left eye twitching.

"Pfft. Is that why I heard hissing?" Lockheart smirks.

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you." The spider warns.

"Both of ya calm down. Burgers are done!" Asher smiles.

'BOOM'

"VWhat the f*ck was that?" Hallow sits up straight at the sudden sound.

"The neighbors probably started their fireworks." Cupid pats his shoulder.

"Its not even night time yet!" Lockheart complains.

"Some people light them early." Cupid replies.

"And those people are f*cking stupid shitheads." Lockheart hisses back.

"DOES THAT MAKE ME A SHITHEAD!?" A voice asks with a mischievous tone.

All of their eyes land on the skeleton dresses in red white and blue standing on their roof, juggling a firecracker in his hand.

"What the f*cking f*ck is that thing."

"WHAT'S UP HOTSHOTS!? THIS PARTY IS SUCH A SNOOZE FEST! WHERES THE BLASTS!?" The new cover grins, hopping off the roof and tossing the fire cracker in the air.

'BOOM'

"Would you stop yelling you spiky d*ck f*ck!" Lockheart hisses, covering his 'ears'.

"WHAT!? NAH! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED WITH SOME BOTTLE ROCKETS!" The spiked fluff skeleton smirks and hops off the porch holding five fireworks in his hands.

"Cupid. Do you know this.. Ear piercing.. Monster?" Fear asks, his eyes narrowed with annoyance.

"Yeah.. That's Rocket. He loves the fourth of July.. And blowing stuff up." Cupid replies, joining them on the deck.

Hallow follows after him, arms crossed. "He's a bit of a loose cannon, he just likes to live life in the fast lane."

"That doesn't explain his inconvenient need for yelling." Fear shivers in disgust, slamming his book shut.

"YOU ALL NEED TO CHEER UP! THE PARTY DOESN'T START TILL I WALK IN! F*CK YEAH!" Rocket lights the fireworks, causing them to shoot up in the sky and blow into blasts of neon colors.

"He has hearing loss, from all the loud music and fireworks." Hallow chuckles. "I like him. He really puts the fire in firework."

Fear shakes his head and takes his leave, entering the mansion from the sliding back doors.

"Where the hell do those fireworks even come from?" Asher asks, eyes lighting up. "And are they legal?"

"Probably not." Cupid giggles.

"HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS! I'M LETTING OFF THE BIG GUNS!" Rocket warns, taking cover behind one of the trees.

Asher, Hallow, Lockheart and Cupid duck under the deck, while Fang slides under one of the pool chairs.

A very loud boom echoes in the sky as its filled with sparks of neon reds and purples, silver confetti falls from the sky with shinning stars.

And in the sky it read 'Rocket waz here!'

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Rocket cheers, fist pumping the air.

"That was terrifying!" Hallow yells.

"You almost burned the yard!" Cupid says with wide eyes.

"My ears are still ringing.." Asher groans.

"I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight." Fang carefully pulls himself out from under the pool chair.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! ILL BE HERE ALL OF JULY!" Rocket smiles, walking over to the group of skeletons with his hands on his hips.

"Rocket, where did you even come from?" Cupid asks, rubbing his temple, he could already feel his headache coming on.

"I SMELLED HOT DOGS!" He grins. "WE GOTTA DO THAT AGAIN!"

"No!" They all yell.

"Jeeze dudes. You all gotta yelling problem. It was just a couple fireworks." Rocket shrugs his shoulders, and walks over to the grill, grabbing himself a hot dog.

"What. You're the one yelling!"

"Nope. Chill bro. I'll see ya later, I gotta crash your neighbors party it totally blows." Rocket smirks with a wink, quickly dashing over the fence.

"...I hate holidays." Lockheart mutters.

End! I hope you enjoyed!