Danger Days; the True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys.

A knock at the door ripped through the moment, cutting it a lot shorter than I would have liked it to bed. Confusion flashed onto Party’s face, and I followed him to the doorframe, where he held a hand up for me to stop. He looked back at me, fear slightly on his face, “It’s Dr. E,” he said, something unexplainable in his eyes.

“How about we call him Dr. Needs-to-go-away,” I scoffed, turning around, and sat at his desk.

“Don’t worry,” he assured me, “I’ll get him to go away,” he promised. There was something in his words that instantly led me to believe him. I trusted him. I trusted him with my life, at that. I watched him walk from the door, out to greet the unexpected guest. I got from the chair, crawling to the door, listening in on the conversation.

“What do you want,” Party asked, and there was a silence.

“I dropped by, to see, what was her name again? Oh yes, Funner,” he said, and it sounded like there was a grin on his face; an evil, sadistic grin which rotted me to my core just imagining it.

“Unfortunately for you, she’s out,” I heard Kobra say, and was glad to know I had the four guys out there to get him from me.

“I’m sure you won’t mind if I wait here, then,” he insisted, as if the Killjoys wanted him around in the first place.

“Sadly, we don’t like you enough,” Party said in an apologetic voice, and Dr. E snorted.

“This won’t be the last of me. I will be back,” he said with a voice, suggesting his nerves were fed.

“Awuh, really? You promise,” Party taunted. Within the next ten seconds, a sigh of relief escaped my lips as I heard the door close, and I sat back against the wall as I expected my heart to start up again, happy when it did. I saw Party walking in from the corner of my, and I looked at his boots, knowing if I looked up at him, I’d get teary. The last thing I wanted was to cry about nothing. Nothing except the fear of being caught, and taken away from the four that I now considered my family. Away from Party. Something tugged at my heart at the thought, I had known him for three days, and I didn’t want to lose him. I never did. That’s when something clicked; I had real feelings for him. That’s when I looked up at him, to see him staring down at me. He held out his hands to help me pull me up, and I wrapped my arms around his torso, resting my head on his chest, and he held me close from around the shoulders, “I won’t let him take you,” he said, his voice once again picking up a soft tone.

“Good,” I said back, a comfort flushing through me as he rested his chin on the crown of my head.

“Party, you think I could borrow a sock-“ Jet came in, but stopped in his tracks as he saw the two of us holding on basically for dear life. We quickly let go of each other, composing ourselves, “Are you okay,” he asked me, and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Party looked over, to wipe tears from my face with both of his thumbs. I hadn’t even realized that I’d been crying.

“Yeah, I was just – My thoughts got to me,” I said. For the most part, that had been completely true. He nodded, as to say that he understood, then turned back to Party, “so a sock, I need one,” he said, and Party had given him a weird look.

“What exactly do you need a single sock for, again,” he asked skeptically, as if it wasn’t something he really wanted to know about.

“I’m going to throw up in it and slip it under Fun’s pillow,” he answered instantly, as if nothing about his statement seemed off.

“Why don’t you use one of your socks,” Gerard asked, slowly heading to a makeshift dresser he had.

“Are you fucking nuts, I’m not going to throw up in one of my own socks,” Jet said, as if Party had lost his mind.

“Alright,” Party said, as if he were too confused to continue the conversation. He grabbed a pink sock, and then shook his head, putting it back in the dresser. He pulled out a long black sock, smiling and nodding, closed the dresser, and walked over to hand it to Jet.

“Thanks,” Jet smiled and then left the room. Party and I exchanged a glance as if we had been thinking the same exact thing, and then broke out into laughter. I was already feeling sorry for Fun, kind of wanting to tell him Jet’s plan, also kind of wanting to watch his reaction of when it happens.

“So,” Party said, wrapping his arms around my waist and looking down at me, “anything you wanna do today? I’m sure we could think of something better than just sitting around in here all day,” he said, and I nodded.

“I’ve been walking everyday for 7 years. I think I’m good on the whole outside part for a bit,” I informed him, and he closed his eyes as the line of his lips stretched from ear to ear, his nose bunching up. A giggle escaped my lips at his smile, and I got up to my tip-toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Dude, is Jet sick,” Fun came in, once he had seen us, he looked like he saw a ghost.

“No, why,” Party turned around to look at him.

“He-he’s throwing up in the bathroom,” he told us, looking down at the ground.

“Oh, maybe he walked in on Kobra naked, again,” Party insisted, though both of us already knew why Jet was in the bathroom throwing up.

“I’m….sure it’s nothing,” he mumbled before leaving the room.

“What was that about,” he asked looking back at me, and letting me go.

“I’m not sure,” I stated, noticing that he looked like he was going to be the next person in the bathroom throwing up. Party sat down at his drawn desk, scanning over the last picture he had drawn – the one of me – so I walked over to look at his book collection, noticing it was all horror, or comic books, “Party,” I asked, grabbing his attention from the sheet of paper, and he looked back up at me, his eyebrows raising as if going ‘huh’, “Do you mind if I read one of these,” I asked, gesturing towards the books, and he nodded happily.

“Whatever is in this room that is mine, is yours,” he informed me, and I nodded, still overly grateful for everything these for had done for me.

“Alright,” I said, picking out a particular book that looked interesting. I had been reading the same book for years, and I was happy to finally start reading something that I couldn’t tell you word for word from complete memorization.

“I’ve read all of them, and they’re pretty decent. Any ones that sucked I threw out or gave to one of the guys,” he informed me as I made my way to the mattress, piling up all of the pillows so I could sit up.

“I’ll take your word for it,” I smiled up at him, which he instantly returned. I looked at the title, to see I could barely understand what the script said with all of its curling and twirling, and just a bunch of unnecessary shit, but by the look of the picture on the front, it had obviously been a science fiction novel. I flipped through the pages, landing on the first chapter. Party had been right, this book was amazing. I was halfway through it by the time it was getting dark. I whimpered like a lost puppy as Party picked up the book from my hands, dog-earing the page I had been on, and placed it on the surface of a shelf. He put his hand out for me to take, which I did. He pulled me up, then picked me up bridal style, carrying me out of the room, “What are you doing,” I giggled at him, and he smiled at me.

“You need to eat, or you’re going to starve yourself from reading that book,” he taunted, sitting me back down at the booth, “and if you didn’t happen to notice while your nose has been glued to your book, I’ve not been in the room, I’ve been cooking,” he said.

“Cooking? You?” Kobra said, sitting in the booth across from me, “This should be interesting…and inedible,” he mumbled the last part under his breath, and a giggle escaped my lips. Party shot him a playful glare, before he started disappearing to the kitchen, where he disappeared.

“I think I’m going to go help him,” I told Kobra, and he grabbed my wrist, urging me to sit back down.

“Um,” he started, not seeming to know where he was going with his words, “So according to Jet and Fun, you and Party are kind of like a thing,” he said, and I shrugged. I honestly didn’t know what we were. I mean, we kissed, yeah. Of course I liked him. I got giddy around him, butterflies always erupting in my stomach. That’s the signal you like somebody, right?

“I don’t know,” I told him, truthfully.

“Alright, just..just don’t hurt him,” he told me, and I looked around.

“I think we’re in the perfect time and place for heartbreak,” I said, playful sarcasm in my words. He grinned before he let go of my wrist, which I forgot he still had, and walked to the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you doing,” he asked, holding a small pot, and I went to the dishes that were piled onto a counter.

“Helping,” I said, counting out five of the white porcelain dishes.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he said, coming over, “you only need four,” he told me, and I looked up at him.

“Why?” I asked, “there are five of us,” I pointed out.

“Did you not hear me earlier?” He asked, “I cooked this, I’m not fucking eating it,” he said, and started walking out towards the booths. I chuckled as I put a dish back, carrying the four in my hands out to the booth. Party was placing forks out on the table, in which Jet and Fun had joined at, and I placed dishes around.

“Party, what’s in this,” Fun asked, not acting strangely as he had earlier, “Just curious because last time you cooked, I bled every time I took a shit,” as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I pushed my dish back.

“I’ve lost my appetite,” I stated, looking at Fun, then back to Party.

“No, no, no,” Jet said, “if we have to jump into this hole, you’re jumping with us,” he told me, and I sighed heavily as Kobra pushed my plate back towards me since he was in the seat directly across, a smirk on his lips. Party dished out the contents of the pot, and I could see what they had been talking about.

“We should eat it now,” Jet said, taking a deep breath.

“Why, I mean, it’s not like it’s going to get up and walk away,” I said, stirring it around with my fork.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Kobra muttered, Fun’s laugh following.

“On the count of three,” Jet said, and we all nodded, Party watching us and was obviously entertained.

“Three,” I started.

“Two,” Fun said, drawing out the word, obviously not wanting to eat what should not be considered food.

“One,” Jet said, regretfully. We all shoveled the food into our mouths, and were immediately running for the bathrooms. There had only been two that I know of, and we all turned into the same one, nearly throwing up on each other. Though we all aimed towards the toilet, the mess was basically on the floor. I could hear Party laughing from the dining room, like he was going insane.

“I swear he does this on purpose,” Fun said as we were all doubled over, dry heaving.

“This day is just full of barf for you, isn’t it,” Jet said, standing up, and walked out without any other words. I let out a small laugh before heading out as well, Fun looking towards the door in fright.

“That was AWESOME,” Party said, laughing at Jet and I as we emerged from the small bathroom, and Jet turned into the kitchen, most likely going for some water.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed, with a smirk, walking up to him, “It was genius. Come here, let me give you a kiss,” I said, puckering up and making kissing noises. He tucked his lips on the inside of his mouth, craning his neck away from me, shaking his head slowly. I kept trying to get him, but he kept moving his head out of the way until I finally gave up, and walked back into the kitchen to get myself some water. Fun and Kobra were already in there, chugging down two bottles at a time.

“You’d think that we’d learn,” Kobra said, “But every time he cooks, we still eat it,” he informed me, and I shook my head as if I couldn’t comprehend.

“I’m never going to eat anything he cooks again, you all, and him, can be sure of that,” I said, taking a long drink of water once I had found a bottle.

“But why,” Party whined as he brought the pot into the kitchen, pouting at me. I turned around to look at him, not knowing how to describe what I had almost ate.

“It’s like you found dog shit, put it in a pan and fried it,” I described, listening to the boys laughing behind me.

“That’s actually the perfect way to describe it,” Jet said behind me, still laughing.

“Also, you can clean up, man,” Kobra said, as we all made our way out of the room. I kissed him on the cheek as I passed him, making my way to his room where I stripped off a few of the things I had, and changed into a pair of shorts I found laying on the ground. I stretched out before I grabbed the book I had been reading, and sat back down in the bed, my nose being re-glued to each page until Party came in, taking the book from me once again, and kicked off his shoes, looking around on the ground, before he seemed to give up, and crawled into bed.

“Oh, so that’s where my shorts went,” he said as he noticed I had been wearing them when I pulled the blanket back, and a red color filled my cheeks.

“I didn’t know you were going to wear them,” I muttered, words caught in my throat.

“No worries, they look better on you then they do on me,” he pointed out, turning out the light, and then snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I closed my eyes, and was seemingly out like a light.

©Shannon.

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