Nightmare Central
anonymous
July 1 2009, 10:52:31 UTC
The idea didn't want to leave me!! I'm sorry
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The car screeched into the school's parking lot. Scaring a few students and horrifying a lot of parents. Didn't the driver know there was a speed limit? 5 miles per hour only! There were children around!
Gilbert very well knew there were children around. It was a goddamned school, elementary at that, of course there would be children around! He was also very aware of the bold sign proclaiming the speed limit. He could read, thank you very much! But there is, as shocking as it may sound, a difference between reading the rules and actually following them.
As of currently, Gilbert was pissed. Barely sober. With a pounding hangover. He could care less about some shitty rule and damn all who call him on it.
"Vati, I think your left front wheel is on the sidewalk. And I'm pretty sure we ran over a squirrel a few ways back." His son, used to his crazy driving, calmly pointed out.
"As long as it wasn't some chick, I don't care." Gilbert grumbled.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. His father was hopeless. Really, he should've put his foot down. Drinking with Francis and Antonio never ended well. Now look, he was caught up in his mess too.
"Vati, why do I have to go to preschool? I thought you were going to home tutor me."
"Relax, kiddo. It's only for one semester. You can deal, right? I know you can. You're my boy after all. The awesome-ness runs in your veins too." Gilbert assured him.
Ludwig peered out at all the different kids. There were so many of them! And he didn't know anybody. He was starting to think this was a really bad idea.
"Well, well. Look who's here! So you did come, mon cheri? I thought for certain you would cop out." A voice spoke seductively.
Gilbert unclasped his seat belt and purposefully opened his car door with a bang. Succesfully slamming his greeter's nose with the metal frame.
"Oops, so sorry. Didn't see you there, Francis." Gilbert stated, slipping out of his seat.
"Mon dieu!" Francis cried out, clutching his bleeding nose. "I thinb you'b broke somebing!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Gilbert huffed, turning to Ludwig. "This is exactly the kind of acting I do not want to see. You're not some French whore like some people!"
"You'b bust mab thab I oub drank you." Francis chuckled.
Gilbert's eye twitched as he lunged towards the blond man. Ludwig, slipping out of the car himself, sighed heavily as his father wrestled with his drinking buddy.
"Loud aren't they?"
Ludwig looked to his left and nodded in greeting at Antonio.
The Spaniard chuckled, "Good to see you, Ludwig. I see your father's as lively as ever. I hope he hasn't forgotten this is a school. He's making a large commotion."
Jabbing his thumb, Ludwig followed Antonio's gaze and realized, with a great deal of embarassment, the crowd forming. Hushed, uneasy whispers rippling through. Oh, if only the ground would swallow him. Sometimes, he wished he and Gilbert weren't related.
"How barbaric! Fighting like animals! In front of children, no less!" Someone declared, his voice rising over the others.
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The car screeched into the school's parking lot. Scaring a few students and horrifying a lot of parents. Didn't the driver know there was a speed limit? 5 miles per hour only! There were children around!
Gilbert very well knew there were children around. It was a goddamned school, elementary at that, of course there would be children around! He was also very aware of the bold sign proclaiming the speed limit. He could read, thank you very much! But there is, as shocking as it may sound, a difference between reading the rules and actually following them.
As of currently, Gilbert was pissed. Barely sober. With a pounding hangover. He could care less about some shitty rule and damn all who call him on it.
"Vati, I think your left front wheel is on the sidewalk. And I'm pretty sure we ran over a squirrel a few ways back." His son, used to his crazy driving, calmly pointed out.
"As long as it wasn't some chick, I don't care." Gilbert grumbled.
Ludwig rolled his eyes. His father was hopeless. Really, he should've put his foot down. Drinking with Francis and Antonio never ended well. Now look, he was caught up in his mess too.
"Vati, why do I have to go to preschool? I thought you were going to home tutor me."
"Relax, kiddo. It's only for one semester. You can deal, right? I know you can. You're my boy after all. The awesome-ness runs in your veins too." Gilbert assured him.
Ludwig peered out at all the different kids. There were so many of them! And he didn't know anybody. He was starting to think this was a really bad idea.
"Well, well. Look who's here! So you did come, mon cheri? I thought for certain you would cop out." A voice spoke seductively.
Gilbert unclasped his seat belt and purposefully opened his car door with a bang. Succesfully slamming his greeter's nose with the metal frame.
"Oops, so sorry. Didn't see you there, Francis." Gilbert stated, slipping out of his seat.
"Mon dieu!" Francis cried out, clutching his bleeding nose. "I thinb you'b broke somebing!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Gilbert huffed, turning to Ludwig. "This is exactly the kind of acting I do not want to see. You're not some French whore like some people!"
"You'b bust mab thab I oub drank you." Francis chuckled.
Gilbert's eye twitched as he lunged towards the blond man. Ludwig, slipping out of the car himself, sighed heavily as his father wrestled with his drinking buddy.
"Loud aren't they?"
Ludwig looked to his left and nodded in greeting at Antonio.
The Spaniard chuckled, "Good to see you, Ludwig. I see your father's as lively as ever. I hope he hasn't forgotten this is a school. He's making a large commotion."
Jabbing his thumb, Ludwig followed Antonio's gaze and realized, with a great deal of embarassment, the crowd forming. Hushed, uneasy whispers rippling through. Oh, if only the ground would swallow him. Sometimes, he wished he and Gilbert weren't related.
"How barbaric! Fighting like animals! In front of children, no less!" Someone declared, his voice rising over the others.
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