More Complicated Than That (Slugterra Fanfiction)

Riley's POV

Unbelievable. I just met Eli Shane! And of course the Shane Gang as well. I mean, they're famous! Okay, calm down Riley. The Shane Gang is just some normal living beings living in Slugterra. Eli Shane is no different, he's just like every other boy in Slugterra. Except, maybe for the fact that his father was legendary Will Shane, he's like the best slugslinger in Slugterra, he's kinda cute. Wait. Nope. Scratch that last thought. I mean, if he wanted to, he could just snap his fingers and any girl he wanted from Slugterra could come running to his side and instantly become his girlfriend.

I sighed and sold a few more paintings then packed up my cart and everything in it. I covered up my cart with its usual cloth and began walking around. I checked a nearby clock and saw that it was nearly 6 o'clock. I ran to the grocery store and looked inside. Luckily, it was still open.

"Riley! You want the usual?" Bart, the store owner, waved me towards him. I smiled and ran up to him. Bart gripped the edge of his counter with anticipation.

"Um, yeah I guess." He winked at me and went under his counter.

"So, anything exciting happen today," Bart asked while he was still rummaging under his counter.

"Well," I said while deciding to sit on a nearby crate, "I sold approximately 3 paintings, 1 sketch, and 2 drawings." I let out a long sigh as I waited for my groceries.

"Hey, what's up kiddo? You seem depressed or somethin'."

"I'm fine Bart. It's just, I met... the Shane Gang." All the clanking and sound of things being thrown around abruptly stopped.

"Wait... did you just say you met the Shane Gang? Eli Shane and the Shane Gang? Will Shane's son?!" By then, Bart's voice had gone up a few octaves.

My face contoured into a weirded out face. "Um, Bart? You okay?" Bart's eyes grew the size of a saucer and he nodded frantically.

"Oh my gosh! Do you know how famous they are?! Oh, did you ask Eli Shane's favourite colour? Oh-"

"Bart! Calm down!!" Riley ran up to Bart and shook his shoulders. Bart still looked dazed and handed me my sack of goods. He must be the Shane Gang's number one fan. "Um, thanks Bart. I'll just, uh, go..."

"O-okay, bye Riley!" I nodded and walked briskly away. Well that wasn't unusual at all. I ran into the parking lot with people's mechas. I hopped on my mecha and made my way home.

Okay, so you're probably wondering how and why I'm selling my artwork at a market place. First: I asked some manager guy that owned the market. He allowed me to sell my pictures. I just so happened to be looking for the manager. I asked him who the manager was and you know the rest. Second: I need money. Simple. But whenever I ask Bart for some groceries, he just let's me take them. He's a really nice guy. I'm surprised that a teenager could run a grocery store. I mean, a 17 year old. Running a grocery store.

I shook my head to clear it from my thoughts and saw my home coming into view. My house is cozy. And small. But, nonetheless my home. I opened the garage door and parked my mecha beast. A fast flying beauty. A cheetah mecha. I can't remember the model, but I just call it Topaz. Because she's a beautiful sheen of blue.

As I entered my humble home, I was greeted by my slugs. They all jumped up on me and began snuggling into me. "Hey guys! How are you?" They all chirped happily. I smiled. "Well, I made 30 coins. Not bad right?" My slugs just shrugged. "Well, I'm going to make some dinner. I'll get you guys your food." They chirped happily and followed me into the kitchen.

I grabbed my sack of goods from Bart and began making some spaghetti. As I waited for the water to boil, I got my slugs their slug food and they happily ate it. I don't have too many slugs. Just a few. An Arachnet, a Tazerling, a Frostcrawler, a Hop Rock, an Armashelt, a Jellyfish, a Polero, and an Aquabeek. Okay, maybe a little more than a few. I've never really had the chance to go slug hunting. I wish I did. But, my parents gave me these slugs. Or two of them. I remember my Tazerling and Polero were there from day 1. Or, as long as I can remember. My Arachnet and Aquabeek were from my parents. They gave them to me, before... IT happened.

I realized that my water was steaming while it was boiling. Like, loads of steam. I quickly opened the lid to be welcomed with a face full of steam. Oh how wonderful.

I quickly put some pasta for myself in and began to stir it. As I waited patiently for my pasta, my slugs began going through my drawings in my sketchbook again. I don't know why, but they like it when I draw pictures of them, then show it of to each other saying who looks better.

I stirred my pasta a few more times within ten minutes, and finally my pasta was finished. I scooped my pasta into a bowl and left the pot of steaming hot water for my slugs. But then I had second thoughts and just dumped the water. I know, kinda a waste. Sometimes my slugs would swim in it. Imagine that. Your slugs swimming in pasta water. Then I would have to wash them, and I was tired. My slugs find delight in so many weird things.

I quickly devoured my pasta, saving just one more string left for my slugs. They love to eat pasta. But most of all, have a tug of war. I handed them my extra noodle. They somehow chose teams... by themselves... anyways, four on each side. I propped my elbows on the table and held my head in my hands. This was going to be some entertainment.

They all turned to look at me. I was the referee. As always. "Okay, ready, set..." They all had their game faces on. It was so adorable. "Go!" They all growled at one another and began tugging on their side of the pasta. Hopefully the pasta doesn't break, because it usually does. I laughed and cheered on the 'Left' side and the 'Right' side.

I was laughing watching the whole game. It was so funny how my slugs were so competitive. But, it's only when we play tug of war or something like that. Otherwise, they're the nicest slugs to be around. Unfortunately, after a few more minutes of tug of pasta, the pasta broke. All my slugs frowned in disappointment. I laughed at how sad they looked. They all quickly munched on a small part of the pasta happily.

Then their eye lids began to droop. My poor slugs must have been playing all day. They all yawned, almost in unison, signalling the end of the day. I myself let out a loud yawn and quickly washed the pot I made the pasta in, then my bowl.

I barely had time to wipe and put away my dishes. My eye lids were just barely hanging on. I walked like a zombie to my bedroom. I quickly changed into some plaid white and black pyjama pants and a black tank top. I took my hair down and combed it through a few times then made it into a loose braid. I brushed my teeth and quickly took a bathroom break.

I walked groggily to my bed and got under my covers. I could hear my slugs snoring away in their little beds of theirs. Soon, I could only hear complete silence, my cue to fall asleep.