And if I made you mad today
Title: Intervention
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Sam, Mark, and Morgan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Warnings: Language and drug use.
“Where is he?“ I sigh, sliding my blue tinted sunglasses into my hair.
“Follow the angst,” Morgan says wryly, shutting the door.
She actually looks concerned and that scares me a little. That, and the fact that some extremely mopey music was drifting down from the upstairs bedroom. Was that 3 Doors Down?
Oh god, things were worse than I thought. Morgan follows me upstairs, a little too closely, and as we reach his door I turn to face her.
“Since you’re so intent on following me, will you at least try to help me out here?”
She looks genuinely surprised for a split second, and I can’t say that I blame her. We weren’t exactly your dynamic duo. As a matter of fact, we hated each other, and with good reason.
“Of course I wanna help, Samantha,” she snaps. “He’s my brother! It’s not his fault that bitch..”
“Hey!” I warn. “Hayley’s my friend too, so watch what you say. I’m not taking sides.”
“Then why are you here? I’m handling it.”
This was new. Morgan actually cared about something besides a better vegetarian menu in the cafeteria. She actually cared about Mark! Which was shocking, really, considering he was usually right next to me on Morgan’s People to Kill list.
“I’ve seen him, Morgan. Any idiot could see that he’s a mess. You’re telling me you’re not worried?”
“Just go see him,” she says softly, her eyes falling to the carpet.
I open the door and the scent of pot immediately hits my nostrils.
Great.
Mark isn’t looking much better himself. It’s almost homeless guy chic. His hair is flattened, and I’m pretty sure that’s the same Family Guy shirt I saw him wearing the other day. There are crumpled up sheets of notebook paper everywhere, as well as every kind of snack food imaginable, a few (mismatched) socks, and a copy of The Notebook on DVD .
Yup, even worse than I thought.
“God, Mark. You look like shit!”
“Nice to see you too, Sammie,” he says calmly, eyes half closed. He looks so peaceful, almost zen. It would be kinda hot, if it wasn’t so pathetic.
“You are so beyond high!” I exclaim. “It’s nine o’clock ! Who gets stoned this early in the morning! Do you realize your mom could come home any minute!?” I hiss.
“Calm down, Sam! If you want some, just ask!”
“I don’t want any! You don’t need any more either.”
He rolls his eyes, picking a crinkled magazine off the floor and pretends to thumb through it. “Aaron was supposed to come, you know.”
“Thought it would be better if I did, Mark,” I say evenly.
“And why is that? So you can bitch at me like Morgan?”
I can see Morgan out of the corner of my eye. She looks wounded, and I can’t help but feel just the tiniest bit bad for her.
“No,” I snap. “Because he’s too nice to tell you when you’re being pathetic.” He looks stunned for a moment, but I don’t give him anytime to let it sink in. I walk over to his dresser, yanking out a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt, tossing them at him. “Get dressed.”
“With you two in here!?”
“I’ll wait,” I say coolly. “We’ve got somewhere to go.”
“Oooh goody,” he breathes sarcastically, tugging on a shirt. “Where are we going, Sergeant Carlyle?”
“Think it’s about time for a chat with Mandy.”
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Sam, Mark, and Morgan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Warnings: Language and drug use.
“Where is he?“ I sigh, sliding my blue tinted sunglasses into my hair.
“Follow the angst,” Morgan says wryly, shutting the door.
She actually looks concerned and that scares me a little. That, and the fact that some extremely mopey music was drifting down from the upstairs bedroom. Was that 3 Doors Down?
Oh god, things were worse than I thought. Morgan follows me upstairs, a little too closely, and as we reach his door I turn to face her.
“Since you’re so intent on following me, will you at least try to help me out here?”
She looks genuinely surprised for a split second, and I can’t say that I blame her. We weren’t exactly your dynamic duo. As a matter of fact, we hated each other, and with good reason.
“Of course I wanna help, Samantha,” she snaps. “He’s my brother! It’s not his fault that bitch..”
“Hey!” I warn. “Hayley’s my friend too, so watch what you say. I’m not taking sides.”
“Then why are you here? I’m handling it.”
This was new. Morgan actually cared about something besides a better vegetarian menu in the cafeteria. She actually cared about Mark! Which was shocking, really, considering he was usually right next to me on Morgan’s People to Kill list.
“I’ve seen him, Morgan. Any idiot could see that he’s a mess. You’re telling me you’re not worried?”
“Just go see him,” she says softly, her eyes falling to the carpet.
I open the door and the scent of pot immediately hits my nostrils.
Great.
Mark isn’t looking much better himself. It’s almost homeless guy chic. His hair is flattened, and I’m pretty sure that’s the same Family Guy shirt I saw him wearing the other day. There are crumpled up sheets of notebook paper everywhere, as well as every kind of snack food imaginable, a few (mismatched) socks, and a copy of The Notebook on DVD .
Yup, even worse than I thought.
“God, Mark. You look like shit!”
“Nice to see you too, Sammie,” he says calmly, eyes half closed. He looks so peaceful, almost zen. It would be kinda hot, if it wasn’t so pathetic.
“You are so beyond high!” I exclaim. “It’s nine o’clock ! Who gets stoned this early in the morning! Do you realize your mom could come home any minute!?” I hiss.
“Calm down, Sam! If you want some, just ask!”
“I don’t want any! You don’t need any more either.”
He rolls his eyes, picking a crinkled magazine off the floor and pretends to thumb through it. “Aaron was supposed to come, you know.”
“Thought it would be better if I did, Mark,” I say evenly.
“And why is that? So you can bitch at me like Morgan?”
I can see Morgan out of the corner of my eye. She looks wounded, and I can’t help but feel just the tiniest bit bad for her.
“No,” I snap. “Because he’s too nice to tell you when you’re being pathetic.” He looks stunned for a moment, but I don’t give him anytime to let it sink in. I walk over to his dresser, yanking out a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt, tossing them at him. “Get dressed.”
“With you two in here!?”
“I’ll wait,” I say coolly. “We’ve got somewhere to go.”
“Oooh goody,” he breathes sarcastically, tugging on a shirt. “Where are we going, Sergeant Carlyle?”
“Think it’s about time for a chat with Mandy.”