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Look Into My Kaleidoscope of Emotions, And Feel	By : lemonykisses Category: +S through Z > Static Shock Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Life Today
By LissaChan
Rating: R for adult content and language, also OOC
Warning(s): Hetero, Richie-bashing
Disclaimer: I don’t own "Stupid Girl", I only dated one *cackles*. Cold owns the song.
A/N: Yes, folks you read right, this is a hetero fic- *shrieks quickly before audience clicks on the next chapter* Butthere’sm/msmutattheend!! There’s slash, I swear, and it’s good! Trust me, I REALLY didn’t want to write hetero stuff, I’m killing myself from killing myself so I can go on, but I couldn’t let this song go. I seriously couldn’t. Plus I need to take my anger out on someone, so why not let if be a random OFC that turns out to be an evil bitch? And the Richie-bashing- OMFG, I’m just kicking myself for making her that freakin’ evil. You guys an’ gals will have to get in line! It kills me making him a tragic person... but I’m a masochist by nature- Fuck! *facepalm*

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"I can’t believe you, Richie! How could you do that to me, in front of everyone?!" The brunette of Richie’s affections who once had a beautiful face, now only scowls in hate.
"Well, maybe because it’s true!"
"I do not think you’re stupid!"
"Then stop treating me like a child! God, ever since we’ve been going out all you do is yell at me."
"Because I’m looking out for you, baby!" She gently cups his face in her hands and smiles that award-winning smile at him.
Wanna love ya,
Wanna bug ya,
Wanna squeeze ya,
Stupid girl
He sighs, not amused at all and tries to push her away, but she grabs his chin.
"Hey." She makes him face her, his lower lips sticking out a bit in angry pout. "I’m stubborn with you because I love you, Rich, okay? I mean ever since my break up with F-Stop, I’ve been kinda bitter towards guys. You’re giving me a chance and I’m gonna be a better girlfriend, okay?"
He looks away and she inclines her head to follow his gaze.
"Okay, baby?"
He sighs again and looks at her. He finally nods and wraps his arms around her body, the curvy body that he’s hasn’t seen naked since four days ago. She keeps him on a tight diet, because apparently she hates getting hot.
Wanna touch ya,
Wanna take ya,
Wanna shut ya,
Stupid girl
"I’m sorry if I belittle you, baby. Can you forgive me?"
"Yeah," he mumbles into her sweet-smelling hair. He then swoops down for a kiss on her neck.
She shrills a giggle and jerks away from him. "Not now! Later tonight, I promise."
I can’t take this
Born to break this
She cancels for a never-before-seen interview on some new reality show starring one of those actors she gushes about and he can care less about.
She's going away (she's going away)
What's wrong with my life today
She's going away (she's going away)
What's wrong with my life today
Stupid Girl
Stupid Girl
The next day she’s out shopping with her friends and he’s out in the park with Virgil, Daisy, and Frieda, enjoying the warm sun light before October’s cold arrives.
"So how’s it working out for you and Jenny?" Daisy asks while enjoying herself hand-feeding strawberries to Virgil as he lays his head on her lap.
Richie shrugs a bit, "We have some rough spots, but we’re trying to work them out at least."
"I think it’s great you’re trying to be serious with her. I mean, you guys have nothing in common, and yet you’re still together after three months. Opposites do attract," Frieda concludes admirably.
I’m a loner,
I’m a loser,
I’m a winner in my mind,
Richie smiles crooked, "Yeah, thanks, Frieda."
"Richie!!" He nearly cringes at his name being sing-songed and he watches as Jenny comes running up to him from the idling Convertible with the hood down and the sound system blasting violent rap. Girls are piled in, gabbing and yelling over the music to be heard but they don’t want to turn it down.
I’m a bad one,
I’m a good one,
I’m a sick one with a smile,
He stands up and plays the role of accepting her hug.
She also kisses him on the lips, which is a bonus, but he’s still apprehensive of her. He knows about her bipolar disorder, and he doubts she’s still on her medication.
I can’t take this
Born to break this
"I just wanted to say hey and maybe we can meet up later tonight?" She gives him a sickly-sweet smile and he curses his second brain from jumping at the chance of sex.
She's going away (she's going away)
What's wrong with my life today
She's going away (she's going away)
What's wrong with my life today
She's going away (she's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
"Sure. Your place or mine?"
"Actually, I’m getting daddy to rent out a hotel room, he thinks I’m having a slumber party with the girls. So we can order up room service," She sing-songs the last part while sneaking a hand down his chest to cup his crotch.
He nearly gasps loudly from the strong hold she has on him and backs away.
"Yeah, sure, whatever!"
Stupid Girl
Stupid Girl
Stupid Girl
Stupid Girl
"Great!" She kisses his lips in a chaste peck and runs off to the convertible, jumps in and the car peels out of there, tires scaring the animals and kids running around the park.
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo-woah
That night he didn’t come. Can’t is the right word. She keeps making these weird noises that he’s sure one of her girlfriends suggests she make while they’re doing it.
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo
wooooooooooooo ho hoooooooo-woah
"What’s wrong, baby?"
"Nothing. I’m just not in the mood." He then gets off her and starts getting dressed.
"Excuse me?! Am I the one ruining the mood?!"
"Yes, you are!" He’s feeling his temper rattling in his head and if she doesn’t shut up- he shook his head and continues getting dressed.
"Oh no, I’m not! I’m not the one who has to prove myself!"
"Shut up, Jenny! You’re the one who can’t get a guy off, that’s what it is!!" He didn’t need to turn around to see her reaction because as he’s heading to the door pain seizes the back of his head. She threw something at him and he remembers seeing an alarm clock not plugged to the wall near the bed.
She’s going away (she's going away)
What’s wrong with my life today
"Get out of my life, you fucking loser!!" She screams out as he holds his head and looks angrily at her.
"With pleasure, bitch!" He slams the door behind him and stomps down the hall, carrying his sweatshirt in one hand and checking his other to see if there’s blood coming out of the back of his head.
She’s going away (she's going away)
What’s wrong with my life today (what's wrong with my life today)
He ends up in the lounge, sitting down after calling a cab. He’s still checking the back of his head when a hand appears in his line of vision and hands him a red bandanna. His eyes follow up the muscular arm and rippling shoulder to find it’s F-Stop.
"Holy shit!" Richie exclaims and leaps out of the seat, ready to take off in case the teen wants to give him his daily pounding.
A hand grabs him by the back of the collar of his shirt and he gags, nearly falling on his ass. "Calm down, lover boy. I’m not gonna hurt ya."
She’s going away (she's going away)
What’s wrong with my life today (what's wrong with my life today)
"Then what?" He wrenches away from the fierce grip on his shirt and tries to press the wrinkles out. "Damn it, you wrinkled my shirt!"
"Well, guess we’re gonna have to fix that." Large hands come up and gently press onto the cotton, pressing onto heated skin that belongs to Richie. "Ooh, those are bad. I guess you’ll have to iron them out." The redhead gives him a wicked grin on the right corner of his mouth.
"What are you doing?" No matter how aroused he is right now, he can’t help but wonder F-Stop’s intentions.
He gets his answer in a deep kiss, tongue thrusting into his mouth and hands grabbing onto his asscheeks, squeezing them and groping them.
Stupid girl
Stupid girl
Stupid girl
Stupid girl
"Jenny’s the least of your troubles now, Foley."
THE END
Wow, Richie’s got it goin’ if he jumps from the ex-g/f of his rival to the rival himself! Go Richie! Go Richie! *does a bad rendition of the Cabbage Patch* Um… I plead to the Fifth on how F-Stop knew Richie was going to be at that hotel.
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