Hey Rich Boy! || Veneer x Kid Ritz stories || Ritzneer

Teenagers

Veneer's Pov: Me and Ritz were just walking around in the mall, trying to find out where in hell Hot Topic was because Ritz said that they have some clothes that would look cute in me. While in the process, we saw a huge crowd in the mall, everyone was watching a fight happen between two people.

"They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you." One of the two said.

"Yes, because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son. So they can watch all the things you do." The other person said sarcastically.

"Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk. 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean."

"Bro, they're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds!" The two boys kept arguing back and forth.

"Oh boy, another cog in the murder machine." Ritz said, almost as if he's seen this happen before.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh nothing much, it's just that..." Ritz hid behind me, grabbing on to my shoulders. "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me!" I could hear the terror in his voice.

"Ritz. Is it because of that one time where a few thirteen year olds walking down the street pointed at you, laughed, and said that you have feminine hip's because you're a high waisted man?"

"Yes."

"Ok, yeah, this makes a lot more sense now."

"Vee." He sniffed. "They can smell fear!"

"Ritz, calm the hell down, you'll be fine, I'm right here." I said as I continued to watch the argument go on.

"Listen, the boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick. You're never gonna fit in much, kid. But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt, will make them pay for the things that they did." The first person said.

"Veneer, please, can we go? Please?" Ritz sounded terrified.

Ritz's Pov: All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me! They could care less as long as someone'll bleed! We actually need to get the fuck out of here! I thought. I was panicking.

"So? Just darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose."

"Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me. You don't understand how it feels!" The two people argued.

"Oh, yeah, haha, come on we're leaving." Veneer said, grabbing one of my hands as we walked the opposite direction of the whole thing. "I now understand what you mean when you say, "All teenagers scare the livin' stars out of me. They could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me." And it seems that they also know the phrase to an extent."

"I told you."

"Wait a minute." Veneer thought for a second. "The heck you mean all teenagers scare the livin' stars out of you? We are literally teenagers ourselves! Also, I know it can't be all of us because you're dating me and you're not scared to death of my sister."

"W-well most teenagers or I guess, people our age since we are teenagers, most of them scare me!"

"Whatever you say." Veneer sighed.

The end.

Ok, I basically did almost the entire song here, so let me finish it because... Because why not.

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not meAll together now!
"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me