Another Fanfiction parody. Probably my last one for a while. What can I say, I love writing these. Plus, I think it's an interesting idea to try out.
After finishing putting away the rest of her stuff away, 12 year old Marcie James decided to go for a walk around Castle Rock, her new home. Well actually, that half the reason. The other half was that she wanted to get away from her bitch of a mother, who was a very controlling woman who wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps. But Marcie didn't want to be like her mother, she wanted to be her own person; Be Marcie James.
Marcie's agonized musings were broken when she accidently bumped into someone and fell flat on her bottom. As she was rubbing her sore keister, she saw a hand appear in front of her. When she look up to see whose hand it was, she saw it belong to a boy, a very handsome boy. Fuck handsome, he was HOT!
He was wearing a tight white t-shirt that was showing that he was developing some muscles. He had tanned skin, dirty blond hair in a buzz cut, and oceanic blue eyes that seem to sparkle in the sunlight. And the way the sun shone down on him, reflecting in his hair and lighting up his eyes made him look like was being bathed in some kind of heavenly glow. She was staring at him for so long, she almost forgot to take his hand.
"Uh… thanks." Marcie muttered under her breath as she took his hand let him help her back on her feet.
"No problem." He replied. "You new around here?" The boy asked her.
"Yeah, I just moved her recently and decided to take a look around." Marcie answered his question. "I'm Marcie James, by the way." She stuck out her hand for a handshake.
"Chris Chambers." He shook her hand, and when she did, she felt something akin to electricity shoot through her and felt butterflies in her stomach. Could she be…? No, she couldn't. After her parents' nasty divorce, it had left her views on love jaded. There was no way she could be falling for this boy, but she wouldn't mind seeing more of him around.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, see ya." And with that, Chris started walking away, causing Marcie to break from her inner monologue.
"Hey, wait, you're just leaving?" She was confused, this normally didn't happen in these kinds of stories.
"Uh… yeah." Chris replied, slowly turning his head back to look at her.
"But, aren't you supposed to invite me over you guys' tree house?" She demanded. He seemed to be breaking the rules of fic.
"Why?" Chris asked her, a confused look on his face. "I've known you for like…" Chris then looked up at the sun, checking its position in the sky, before looking back at her. "Thirty seconds. Why would I just up and invite you to our tree house…." Then Chris' eyes looked down a bit, his pupils flickering a bit, than he looked up as if something just hit him. "Come to think of it, how do you even know about the tree house? Isn't that thing supposed to be a secret or something?" Chris just shook his head, swearing if Vern spilled the beans or something.
"Chris, you're not following the plot structure," Marcie started to explain. "We meet, get the know each other, then you invite me to you guys' tree house where I get to meet the rest of the gang. While there, we all bond and I become the group's girl, and I sit there explaining my life to you guys, while the author drops heavy hints that you and I like each other and…"
"Stop!" Chris shouted with a panicked look on his face. "No man, you stay away. Ju-Just stay away from me!" Chris stuttered as he backed away slowly, his arms and hands shot out to shield himself away from her.
"Chris?" Marcie asked him, concern lacing her voice. She took a step forward…
"No! Stay back! Stay the fuck back! Stay away from me!" With that, Chris ran the other direction, like a bat out of hell.
"Boys." Marcie muttered as she rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hey Chambers, what's wrong with you?" Teddy Duchamp asked as he and the other guys, Gordie Lachance and Vern Tessio, were on their way to the tree house on top of the hill when they saw a pale, sweaty, and breathless Chris running towards them. "You look like you were being chase by a werewolf or something."
"Worse," Chris told him as he caught up them, placing his hands on his knees as he attempt to speak and catch his breath at the same time. "I bump into one of them."
"Who, the Cobras?" Vern inquired. Chris just shook his head.
"No, them." To emphasize his point, Chris struck a feminine pose, then turn around, wrapping his arms around him and making kissing noise. Gordie caught on immediately.
"Oh, them, was it just an OC… or a Mary Sue?" Gordie asked Chris as he look him dead in the eye.
"I don't know I didn't stick around long enough to be able to distinguish." Chris answered him, having finally caught his breath. "Man, I don't feel like doing another Romance story. My lips are still sore from the last one."
"Well, I suppose we could just relax in our tree house for the rest of the day." Vern offered as he pointed to the tree house. The others agreed and they all made their way to tree house. Once they got inside, they saw they had a visitor.
"What the hell?" Chris demanded as they stared at the strange girl sitting in their tree house.
"'What the hell' what? What's up with you guys?" The girl asked them.
"What's up with us? Who the fuck are you?" Teddy asked her. He didn't say it in a mean way, nor was he angry, he was just genuinely curious to who she was.
"Ha! You guys are funny. It's me, Janice, your best friend." She explained to them.
"You are?" Vern asked, confused about the whole thing, In fact, all of the boys were.
"Uh… yeah, I'm the group's gal. Plus me, Gordie, and Chris have pretty much been Best Friends Forever since we were little kids." Chris and Gordie look at each other, than Chris turned to her to speak.
"I'm sorry, but me and Gordie have never seen you before in our lives." Chris explained to her. Janice just shrugged her shoulders.
"Whatever. Come on guys, let's get going." Janice got up to get to the trap door, but the boys blocked her.
"Go where?" Gordie asked her.
"To find Ray Browers, of course." Janice said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But we already found Ray Browers." Teddy explained flatly, having now figured out what plot there were in.
"I know, but the author wants you guys to find Ray Browers again, but with me tagging along." Janice shrugged her shoulders.
"Why?" Teddy inquired, though truthfully, he knew the reason why.
"The author wants to find out what would happen if a girl had accompanied you guys there."
"But… we already know what would happen if a girl came along. The same thing that happens every time a girl comes along: The entire movie gets retold word-by-word, scene-by-scene, dialogue-by-dialogue, with you awkwardly shoved around the story." Teddy explained. "You know, I never got the appeal of these stories. Most of the people reading these stories have probably already seen the movie; else they wouldn't be reading these stories in the first place, so just telling the movie again just seems like a waste of time."
"But that's not all that going to happen. They will be some differences."
"Like what?" Teddy asked her.
"Well, for one thing, Gordie won't be narrating, I will be."
"But it's my story! The entire movie was pretty much just me as an adult reminiscing about our adventure!" Gordie exclaimed.
"But I'm telling it this time. Also, some of the dialogue will be switched around, with some original dialogue added in. Also, the story will continue on from our adventure. And me and Chris will hook up, and Gordie will get a girlfriend too. And we'll see how Junior High and High School affects our relationships, and-"
"Yeah, we're not doing that." Chris cut her as he pushed her through the trap door, causing her to fall and land on the ground below with a thud and a sickening crunch. The boys look down at her in sympathy… then just shut the trap door, sitting down on the floor.
"I can't take it anymore guys." Chris was the first one to speak.
"Take what?" Vern asked.
"This!" Chris waved his arms around, motioning the surrounding. "These plots. Why are so many of these writers obsessed with shoving girls into our lives and making me fall in love with them? Sure I'm a nice guy, but I'm not some hopeless romantic with all these idealized visions of love, chocolate, and flowers."
"Yeah and how come whenever you're in a relationship, I have to take a back seat to you and your girl whenever I'm in a relationship? What's wrong with me? I think it would be nice if I got to play the lead in a Romance story that's not a slash."
"There shouldn't be so much Romance period!" Exclaimed an angry Teddy, "Yeah, I get why people would want to write romances, but romance had jack shit to do with our movie!"
"Teddy's right. The stories around here have gotten stale because so many of these writers are too fixated on only one genre or telling the same plot over and over again. There needs to be a change." Gordie said with finality.
"Hey, you guys, I got it. Let's rebel." Chris threw out.
"Rebel?" Gordie asked.
"Yeah," Teddy exclaimed, his fist pumping the air. "Let's make a statement. We're not going to let them push us around. We're not their puppets. We're not going to star in the same story over and over again. We're going to be our own characters!"
"I don't know you guys. Without these stories, what are we suppose to do with ourselves?" Vern asked, bringing up a good point.
"Anything we want. We were around long before most of these writers were born. We don't need them to have a life. We're our own men!" Teddy exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Both Gordie and Chris cheered.
"No buts, we're doing this! Come on Verno." Teddy said as the boys got up and, one-by-one, went through the trap door and down the ladder, then walked over Janice's body.
All four boys inhale and exhale. So this is life outside the lines.
To Be Continued….