kids next dorm ; tbp chatfic

YOURE ALL SLAGS

finney : finney
sexuallyunactive : bruce
thefunnyone : billy
adhdhoe : robin
emo : vance
pining : griffin
girlboss : gwen
smellyprettythings : donna
uptop : penelope
thegcbigsister : molly
thegcmother : maria
rose : rose
sofia : sofia

ARELLANO HOUSEHOLD - GWEN BLAKE
DECEMBER 24TH, SUNDAY 18:12 PM

i decided to make this more funny than serious so pls enjoy i giggled writing it

Maybe if Gwen kept a better eye on Finney he wouldn't be missing. Maybe if Gwen went with him Robin wouldn't be arguing with his mother at the moment. Maybe if Gwen kept in touch more while Finney was away, no one would be in this mess. Maybe if Gwen woke up with Finney and told him to go to the library another day, Robin wouldn't be trying to smoke a joint.

Maybe if someone helped Gwen, she wouldn't have these worries. Maybe if someone told Gwen something other than "you're just a teenager" she wouldn't feel horrible about herself. Maybe if someone just helped Gwen instead of completely overlooking her because she's "living her life in her teenage years" she wouldn't be crying sitting on the toilet in the bathroom of her future brother in law's house, staring at a razor with her leg bouncing.

All she wanted was her brother back, her life back, her childhood back, when she was happy. She didn't want all these worries, all these thoughts invading her head, telling her that nothing was going to go right. That Finney was gone, and that everything is her fault.

Robin sighed and tuned out his mother's yelling, taking out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Really? That's how you think this whole thing is going to fix itself? Smoking?!" Robin scoffed and put the cigarette between his lips, putting the pack back in his pocket. He lit it and took a drag.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at the floor, glancing at Vance through his eyelashes. Vance was looking at him with a worried expression. Robin just sighed and took a drag of the cigarette.

ELIJAH'S FUNKY KIDNAPPING PLACE OR WHATEVER
SUNDAY, 18:12 PM

"Dude, let me go! I have to get a Christmas card for Vance's mom!"

"Vance's mom's a crackhead, she won't care."

"It's fucking Christmas Eve you slag, where's your basic human decency?"

"Up my mom's ass."

"She's dead."

"How do you know that?"

"Oscar."

"How the fuck do you know Oscar?"

"He asked me out to prom and tried to steal me from Robin. Can I go now?"

ARELLANO HOUSEHOLD

Gwen looked at the time on her phone, and then realised something. She can track Finney's phone.

Gwen burst out of the bathroom and all eyes were on her. "You're all slags! You're all donuts! You're all stupid! Put the cigarette down you stoner!" Robin choked on the smoke and flipped her off. Gwen ran to the front door and slipped her shoes on, not even bothering to tie them. She grabbed Molly's car keys off of the wrack.

"Gwen, you can't drive." Molly pointed out.

Gwen groaned and threw the keys at Molly. She opened the front door, running to Molly's car and sitting shotgun. Molly hopped in the drivers seat, and was off, leaving everyone behind to find their own way there.

"So, where am I going?" Molly said as she started up the car. Gwen didn't reply, as she was trying to connect her GPS to Molly's car.

When they eventually got there, Gwen pulled out a glock from her pocket. "Where the fuck did you get that? You're like seven!" Vance pointed out.

Gwen gave Vance the cold shoulder. "I have my ways." she said. Gwen burst open the door to the apartment complex and posed with her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman. The rest of them stood looking like the Avengers. The receptionist looked at all of them as if they all simultaneously said they want to fuck their ass with a toilet plunger.

"Can I uhm, can I help you?" she said.

"Apartment 301!" Gwen yelled.

"Third floor..." the receptionist got back to typing on her computer, completely ignoring the group of 8 young adults trying to stuff themselves into an elevator.

Billy groaned in annoyance. "It's Vance! He's too fucking bulky for his own good! He's built like those square roblox avatars!" he complained.

Vance punched him in the bicep, which caused him to yelp and put his hand where he was punched. "Stop being a big whining baby." he said.

Eventually, the doors closed and they had to stand squished into each other in silence while they waited. Vance punched Billy a few more times for the fun of it, Griffin complained, Robin smoked, Gwen looked at her fake watch over 9 times, Molly sighed in annoyance, and after 45 seconds of this, they finally made it to the third floor.

Gwen kicked the door open, and the room was extremely unsettling. "Wow, this is flattering." Vance said. Bruce smacked him in the arm.

The room consisted of very dirty stone walls, a mattress, a small window and a black phone hung on the wall that looks like it's from the 70's. Gwen stepped in and held her gun in front of her as if she was Amy Santiago or Rosa Diaz.

There was a door way with no door, so Gwen took a step in and saw Elijah Cadmen and her brother. Robin stepped in after her and his jaw dropped like it does when he sees Finney. "Elijah?" he chuckled a bit.

"Robin."

"YOUR MOTHER HUNG HERSELF!" everyone was now stepped behind Gwen and Robin, but Griffin jumped out and yelled.

Vance snickered and Molly looked down, holding her nose bridge. "That was my mom, Griffin. Not his." Finney commented.

"Oh. Right." Griffin stepped back and tucked himself behind Billy. Billy laughed and pat his back.

Gwen loaded the gun and took a clean shot to the rope that was tying Finney's hands to the chair, making it untie so Finney could go free. Robin stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him forward. He wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close.

Moral of the story, never let someone punch a guy that threw a rock at your head or else there is severe consequences. Good day!