The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 36

Author's Note: HI GUYS, so I don't have many friends but one of the few i do have is also a fanfic writer. This is actually my first fanfic but she's a bit more experienced and has been writing this genre since she was small. The thing is that she and i have very different band preferences. I like MIW and Marilyn Manson and though we both like TOP and P!ATD she also likes bands that are a bit more pop, like 1D and T Swift.
Do I judge her for this: yes.
Do I love her anyway: also yes.
So one of the characters in this story, "Mena" is actually the character from one of her fanfics. Yes, her's is a 1D fanfic and I suppose there will be a little bit of 1D in this story.
Do I like 1D: no.
Do I look forward to writing about badass Chris Motionless and hardcore guitarist Ricky Horror meeting some poppy lil boyband dudes: Yes. Yes I do.
So buckle your seatbelts motherfuckers we're about to experience some musical diversity (but probably not for quite a few chapters I really need to move my shit along)

P.S. If there is such a thing as someone who likes MIW and 1D and you wanna read her fanfic (or any of her shit she's a good writer) just message me or comment and I'll tell you her account.

---Sylvia---

"Via can you get the, uh, turkey juicer-,"

"Turkey baster?"

"-yeah, out of the cabinet and just suck up the juices and squirt them back out over the turkey to keep it moist." she shuffled through the cabinets.

"That sounds sexual, mom. How dare you ask this of me." I said and was hit over the head with a wooden spoon.

"No more dirty jokes, references or swearing! Peter's bringing the boys over today for a few hours. They're four and six and I'm going to club you with a spoon if you say anything vulgar in front of them! They're very impressionable at that age."

"I know. I know. I'll be PG."

"Good, and tell your siblings and Mena that, too. I know Jack's stopping by before going out of town and Maddie's coming over to eat with us as well. You know how poor her family is. Are your bandmates coming over for food?"

"No, Ian's out of town and Meg, Cody and Mark are with family."

"What about your goth friends?"

"I think Chris might. And TJ. I don't know, I have to text them."

"Do it, then. Come on, hustle, hustle!" my mom said and I walked out the kitchen. I texted them both and Chris said he could make it. TJ didn't respond.

About an hour later Mena showed up and began helping in the kitchen. Her parents weren't home, they never were, and she always had trouble contacting them at work. She was close enough to my family that she always came over for holidays or whenever she was feeling lonely.

Mena's a great cook, she and my mother took turns ordering me around in the kitchen. I chopped vegetables and seasoned the turkey and wandered around aimlessly until I was given a new order. My mom shooed us away after the turkey was in the oven. She always preferred to do the side dishes herself.

We walked into the living room and sat with Dani and Nick on the couch. Nick was fighting with his girlfriend over text, his fingers working furiously at his touchscreen. Mena, Dani and I all exchanged looks but said nothing.

Soon he left to lock himself in his room and we turned on America's Got Talent. It's one of those shows you can watch when family comes over because there's such a variety of different acts, and kids don't understand the more adult ones. Also, it's entertaining as fuck.

Peter and his family arrived soon along with Maddie and the house filled with the life it was devoid of for months. Dani took off with Maddie, probably going to the park. My mom remained stationed in the kitchen while Peter's boys ran around screeching and playing. I made sure the door to my room is closed and locked.

About a half hour later Mena and I were sitting outside on the trampoline when Chris pulled up with a surprise guest. Ricky stepped out the passenger door and followed Chris up my driveway. I waved and they met us in the backyard.

"Hello, sorry for bringing this one unannounced. He was sad and lonely." Chris said

"It's fine, my mom won't mind." I looked at Ricky, "Oh yeah, all your family live in Seattle, don't they? Sorry for not inviting you." I smiled. It had been a few days since our date and I was pleasantly surprised to see him here.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled looked around, "I like your house."

"Thank you. It's my mom's house and I'm simply a broke parasite eating all her food and procrastinating getting my shit together enough to get the money to buy my own house. But thank you." Mena nudged me. "Oh and this is Mena. She's a loser and also one of my closest friends."

"Sup, emos." Mena smiled. Chris nodded (he already knew her) and Ricky smiled and gave an awkward hand wave. Mena's hair was bleached blonde with blue tips and fell just beneath her shoulders. She was a fair bit more tan than me but it was a pretty kind of tan that lit up her skin and face and only made her more beautiful.You couldn't really tell sitting down, but she had four inches on me and stood tall and badass-like at 5'8.

One more thing; Mena had this air about her that was confident and independent, I'm sure everyone who met her could feel it. You could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes. It was one of the things I loved about my best friend. I didn't have that confidence, but she did and I loved her for it.

"I've always thought myself more goth than emo," Chris responded.

"Oh, my bad. Sup, goths."

"Thank you."

"You have consent to mount our trampoline by the way," I said and they both walked over and sat on the trampoline. It dipped and bounced under their weight.

"Chris, how much do you weigh?" I asked

"Bitch, what are you implying?" he raised those sassy handcrafted eyebrows, "How much do you weigh?"

"I try not to get caught up in all that, man. I was only asking 'cause I wanted to know if you could launch me twenty feet into the air by jumping." I bounced up and down a bit, still sitting, "Tall people can do that 'cause they weigh more and Satan gave them Tall People Powers."

"Get up." All four of us stood up and began jumping. We all took turns being launched in the air by Chris, who tried his best to send us catapulting over the edge. Chris jumped too close to Ricky once and he slipped and somersaulted into the void.  There was a heavy thud and we all stopped and stared in shock like school children who'd just watched another student get fucked in the face with a basketball. We all jumped down to make sure he was okay.

Ricky was laying in the dirt on his back gasping.

"Oh shit."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh my god." Chris offered his hand and Ricky grabbed it and was pulled to his feet, revealing a black jacket peppered in dirt and mud. "You okay, man?" Chris asked and Ricky took a few more deep breaths.

"...Fuck... You..." Then he coughed and held up his hands. I must have looked concerned because he turned to me and said, "I'm okay." I nodded and began brushing the dirt from his clothes.

"See, he's fine." Chris said, patting Ricky's head, "Just got the wind knocked from him."

"Chris, you're out of the band," Ricky said

"Bitch, I am the band," he responded as Mena laughed and my mom called from the kitchen it was time to feast.