Newgrounds Parents! (discontinued)

Chapter Eight

"Hominid, Darnell! Wassup guys?" Pico shouted.

"Heya Pico! Hey... weirdo kid— Hey you must be that one kid the Dearest family took in!" The black man grinned at you warmly, poking you in the forehead. The extremely short alien next to him twitched an antenna, big beady eyes looking right at you. You were a bit taller than him so you had to look down.

"Hey dude, why's you got the kid? Its got parents y'know." Alien Hominid chided, seemingly perturbed. Pico brushed him off and flicked one of his antennae, making the yellow alien reel back and hiss, making a loud clacking sound with his sharp teeth.

"Yeah, but their parents didn't come, their sister brought 'em and they couldn't find her. Cry some more big, fat tears, would ya?" Pico snorted, dodging the massive snap of teeth Hominid aimed at him as he turned to see a taller purple kid with spiky black hair, around his early teenage years, plugging his ears with his fingers and walking in the direction of the room's exit.

"Jerry! Hey man! Where've you been, emo?" Darnell called to the boy you now knew as Jerry, who gradually turned with unplugged ears.

"What do you want, arsonist?" His foreign accent made him sound funny, so you giggled, half expecting that nothing would come of it. "And who's ugly kid is that? Looks rate shit."

"Jerry Jackson! Be nice and mind that damn— dang— language!" Pico hissed, marching right up to the purple boy and snagging him by his yellow-green shirt. He dragged Jerry over to you and dropped him roughly.

"Say you're sorry." He declared.

"No, I don't have to apologize to a personified rubbish bin."

"Jerry of the Jackson you apologize right now or I'm calling your mom."

"Like you've got my mum's phone number, better yet, why don'tcha call my dad, huh? Ya ain't got a lick of my family's phone numbers!" Jerry Jackson argued teasingly, he still sounded a tad bit upset though.

You kinda had to admire his bravery to talk back to the ginger before him, you hadn't really known Pico long, but he could be scary, his soldier friend was even scarier.

"Jerry c'mon, just say sorry, then you can bid au revoir, or whatever you say in Scunthorpe."  Darnell facepalmed, dragging his hand lower down to pinch the bridge of his nose. This only made Jerry more frustrated, as the topic of his nationality came to hand.

"AU REVOIR IS FRENCH, KNOBEYE! IM NOT FRENCH!" A couple heads in the room turned to the commotion, and Jackson sighed.

"...Fine. I'm sorry, there. Satisfied?" He eyed Pico, a spark of rage present in his dull black eyes as he spoke loosely to him.

"Yes, actually, you can go." The ginger waved him off, and chuckled something once the teen was out of earshot. "Stupid angsty teens."

You felt a bit bad at the jeering remarks made towards the spiky headed kid, but then again he had called you a couple mean names, so maybe it was deserved. You looked up at Pico, who was conversing  with his friends. Soon enough later  Girlfriend came running through with Boyfriend and she scooped you up, bidding a quick bye to Pico and company and speeding off, muttering something about how her 'parents were gonna kill her if she was past curfew.'.