Author: SophisticatedNonsense PM
Story begins the day of the dance. Kasio is called upon by her best friend for help foiling an evil plot. I suck at summaries, it's better than it sounds. Give it a try. R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Drama - Lash - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,234 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-19-12 - Published: 03-14-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6825226
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AN: so I'm back. It's been a very long time since I've posted anything and I've been working on this one for awhile so I thought it was time to post it. For the sake of the story I have made some changes to the original story.
Homecoming is prom instead (I didn't understand why they were having homecoming at the end of the year so this makes more sense to me.)
Warren, Lash, and my OC Kasio are juniors
I have also added a back-story to Lash but that will come out in the sequel I'm planning
Anyways, on with the story. Please R&R. that's what gives me the drive to continue
Chapter 1: I Wanna Break Every Clock, The Hands of Time Will Never Move Again
I woke up fifteen minutes before my alarm was to go off and stared up at the ceiling. I mustered up strength and pulled my aching body out of the nest of lime green and hot pink sheets I had created some time during the night. I was promptly assaulted by cold and I huffed, shuffling to the bathroom, and powering on my cell phone as I went. The tiles on my bathroom floor were ice cold and they sent chills up my spine. I turned on the water in my shower, adjusting the faucets to what I knew was the perfect temperature and peeling the clothes from my body. After kicking my dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner, I stepped into the steamy warmth of my shower. I pulled my long black hair from the messy bun it had been in atop of my head and soaked it in the steady stream of warm water that cascaded over me in little rivers. More awake, I went about my usual hair routine and cleaned my body with razzleberry shimmer body wash. I rinsed of the product that remained on my hair and skin and stood motionless under the shower head. I get some of my best thinking time here, closed off from everything.
Clap your hands all ye children
There's a clamor in your whispering
My phone rang out in the otherwise silent bathroom. I shut off the water and wrapped myself in my fuzzy purple towel, before climbing out of the tub.
Clap your hands tonight
Hear what the silence screams
My best friend's smirking face graced the front of the device. I picked it up off the counter.
Clap your hands a-
It stopped ringing just before I hit the answer key. I flipped the phone open to the full keyboard and opened a new message as I opened the bathroom door. I entered into my room, typing two simple question marks, without taking my eyes off the keyboard.
"No use texting me if I'm right here." I nearly jumped out of my skin. Sitting cross-legged on my bed was the same best friend that was plastered across my phone minutes earlier.
"Damn it Lash!" I exclaimed, "I could have been naked!" He didn't smirk like usual.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I know that's the only way to separate you from your shower." He looked at me with his deep brown eyes. I sighed and paced across the room to my closet. I pulled out a pair of denim short-shorts along with a black tank top and a white v-neck tee. I exited my closet and made my way back to my bathroom, grabbing a bra and panties as I went. I shut the door behind me. I flipped my hair up into the towel and went about dressing quickly. Undergarments, shorts, tank, v-neck. When everything was in place, I opened the door again. I found Lash, laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, with and iPod ear bud in one of his ears. I plopped down next to him on my stomach.
"So tell me honey child," I said, "what has you looking so sad?"
"What am I supposed to do about Gwen, dude?" I pondered his question.
"You having second thoughts?" He nodded stiffly. "So stand up to her. Get Stronghold and Peace in on it." He shook his head.
"They'll never take me seriously, you know that," he said with a hint of desperation in his voice, "They won't listen to me." He lay staring at the ceiling in deep thought. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his face brightened. He turned to look at me.
"Oh no. It's not happening," I said sternly, sliding off my bed and pacing back to my bathroom. I quickly went about brushing powder over my face. Lash leaned against the door frame.
"Kass, it'll be fun," he half pleaded as I lined my eyes with black eyeliner. I sighed, defeated, once again.
"I don't have a dress."
I had my iPod in my back pocket, skull candies blasting "In Time" by Alpha Twins, and a new dress draped over my arm when I walked through my front door. The house was quiet, signaling that my father was still at work. I kicked off my shoes at the door and scampered down the hall, left into the living room, and left again up the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and stepped in, closing it behind me. I crossed my carpeted room, laying the dress at the foot of my bed, and shuffled over to the night stand on the left side of my bed. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out a candle and a lighter. I climbed over my bed, items in hand, hitting pause and dropping my iPod on the bed, and finally sat in front of my couch on the other side. I sat with my back against my bed, legs crossed, facing the closet on the far right side of my room, with the candle in front of me. I flipped open my Zippo and carefully lit the candle, before closing it again and throwing onto the bed behind me. I focused on the flame first, willing it to extinguish. After a short while, I cracked one eye open, only to find the flame burning bright. I continued this routine, over and over. I took another deep breath and, again, willed the flame to die out. This time, I felt chills throughout my body and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of a thin, twisting wisp of smoke rising from the place where the flame had been previously. I smiled to myself. Now to re-light it. I held up my pointer finger on my right handand focused hard. I felt heat rising in my arm, blazing hot, but comfortable all the same. It began pooling where I'd wanted it, the tip of my finger, and a flame, much like the one from my Zippo, sprang up. I used it to light the candle and, once again, willed it to extinguish, with much more ease this time. I decided to try something bigger, concentrating. My whole arm burst into flame with almost no effort and I put it out just as simply. I beamed, As my mother had predicted, my powers were developing much more quickly than normal, just like hers had.
She stood over the stove, boiling water for pasta noodles. Bubbles rose to the top of the pot and she dropped the noodles into it. After it had cooked for a while, she began to stir it. As she did so, her daughter, Kasio, ran through the kitchen. Mrs. Peters stepped back and Kasio slipped, somehow grabbing the side of the pot as she went down, boiling water spilling over her.
"Kasio!" her mother screamed in panic. She lunged for the phone prepared to call for an ambulance, but she froze when she found Kasio on the ground laughing like a maniac, her clothing soaked with water.
"Kasio?" Mrs. Peters' voice was laced with question and concern. Kasio's giggles subsided and she stood, pulling mostly cooked noodles from her body.
"Sorry momma," Kasio said, "it's these socks. I'm telling you, they are out to get me." She wiggled her toes, showing her mother the rainbow, knee-high toe-socks. She then picked a piece of pasta from her hair and studied it. She looked quizzically at her mother, who had begun wiping the water off the tile floor.
"Umm…mom? How did this stuff cook? The water was ice cold."
I smiled at the memory of my mother. I continued to focus on the candle in front of me. It's flame burned bright but the candle itself did nothing. I reasoned that I had been focusing on it for too long and decided to move on to the bean bag chairs at the foot of my bed. I blew out the candle and shifted my focus. Nothing happened. I was furious. I'd lifted them before. I wanted to throw something. As the desire to hurl something across the room bubbled inside me, one of the chairs flew up and across the room into my closet door. I smiled happily and skipped to my bathroom to prepare for the dance. Along the way, I grabbed my iPod, pulling out the headphones to engage the internal speaker, and pressed play.
AN: I have added Kasio's info to my profile. It is a little hard for me to explain the room layouts for Kasio's house so in the next week, I will be drawing up a rough sketch of the floor plan and scanning it so I can post it on my profile as well. Again, R&R! It will make me very happy.