CHOICES
... we all have to make them, and these are some of those I would make...
Nat: *bored out of her mind, as usual* *raises volume on the CD player to see if her mom will react (or if the people down the block will get annoyed to hear “Want you bad” for the billionth time even though she’s only had “Conspiracy of One” for a couple of days)*
--------------- 10 minutes later ---------------
Nat’s mom: *opens the door to Nat’s room*
Nat: *too busy listening to “Living in chaos” to notice her mom*
Nat’s mom: Nathalie.
Nat: *can’t hear her mom*
Nat’s mom: *louder* Nathalie!
Nat: *still can’t hear her*
Nat’s mom: *yelling as loud as she can* NATHALIE!!!!
Nat: *blinks* *wonders if that little noise she just barely heard was a sign of that she’s been playing the CD too much*
Nat’s mom: *mutters curses* *marches over and turns down the volume*
Nat: *extremely upset* HEY!!
Nat’s mom: That guy is here.
Nat: *looks at her mom* Who?
Nat’s mom: *gives her a look that tells her that she absolutely hates this guy*
Nat: Robbie Williams?
Nat’s mom: The other one.
Nat: Nick? Nick Carter????? *gets up and sees Nick who is standing by the door*
Nick: *very unhappy*
Nat’s mom: *sighs* *leaves the room after giving Nat another disapproving look*
Nick: *pouts*
Nat: What’s wrong?
Nick: Why don’t you listen to us anymore? *fighting the tears*
Nat: Umm…
*awkward silence (okay, not really, Offspring’s “Vultures” is still blasting, but it’s still awkward)*
Nick: *looks accusingly at Nat* I thought you loved us *sobs*
Nat: I do! I just… *tries to come up with a good explanation* You were gone for so long.
Nick: *looks hurt*
Nat: So um… I found the Offspring!
Nick: *looks very hurt*
Nat: Err… that doesn’t help, does it?
Nick: *shakes head*
Nat: Umm… if it makes you feel any better I like Everclear and Garbage a whole lot too *smiles carefully*
Nick: *looks extremely hurt* There was more than one? *tears stars streaming down his cheeks*
Nat: Eh… no?
Nick: *hysterical crying*
Nat’s mom: *opens the door* Could you two keep it down, I’m talking in the phone *leaves without even noticing that Nick is crying*
Nat: To my defense I’d like to say that she never liked your music.
Nick: *cries even harder* Does… does she like *with hate in his voice* the Offspring?
Nat: Well… yeah… She even borrow my CDs now and then…
Nick: *cries even harder than before*
Nat: *realizes that her room soon will get flooded* How about we… *looks at the CD player, which she doesn’t want to leave* um… stop crying?
Nick: *doesn’t want to, but is for the moment out of tears* *sobs*
Nat: Thanks… *smiles carefully*
Nick: Don’t you even like us anymore? Not even me? *looks at her, lip trembling*
Nat: Of course I do! *hugs Nick*
Nick: *a bit happy*
Nat: I’m just tired of your music.
Nick: *cries loudly*
Nat’s mom: *yells from the living room* KEEP IT DOWN!!!
Nick: *stops*
Nat: Okay Nick, realize that I live with her *looks at Nick seriously*
Nick: I used to live with… Jane… and then Mandah.
Nat: *is now close to tears herself by the thought* Oh my god, you poor thing!! *hugs Nick, and refuses to let go*
Nick: *slightly disturbed by the loud music, but lets Nat comfort him*
---------------- Half hour later ----------------
Nat: *lets go of Nick, who’s been fighting to get loose for 25 minutes*
Nick: *gasps for air*
Nat: You know, our names are just as long *tries to come of as a BSB teenybopper, hoping that it would help*
Nick: Um… no, it’s not. You’re Nat and I’m Nick. That’s three letters and five letters.
Nat: Umm… Actually, my name is Nathalie, unless you didn’t hear my mom call me that.
Nick: No, I only heard someone screaming “get horny”.
Nat: That’s “get on it”.
Nick: Oh… whatever.
Nat: Anyway, our names ARE both eight letters long!
Nick: No, Nathalie is six letters long.
Nat: It’s Nathalie with and h and an e.
Nick: *blinks*
Nat: N-a-t-h-a-l-i-e.
Nick: *blinks*
Nat: Okay, never mind. I hear you’re single again *smiles*
Nick: *nods quietly*
Nat: What’s wrong?
Nick: You don’t like us anymore *cries some more*
Nat: I do!! Look around! Whose faces are on the walls???
Nick: *stops crying and looks around* Oh… I recognize that guy… *points at a big poster with himself on and blue background*
Nat: Amazing huh?
Nick: He’s always copying me! It’s so annoying! Every time I look into a mirror he’s there and he always does what I do!
Nat: That’s cause that’s you.
Nick: *confused*
Nat: The guy in the mirror is your reflection… *looks at Nick, hopefully*
Nick: *brain works at full speed*
Nat: *looks at Nick*
Nick: *brain still busy*
Nat: *looks at the CD player*
Nick: *brain very busy*
Nat: *presses play again*
----------- 1 hour later ----------
Nat: *laying on her bed listening to the Offspring*
Nick: *brain finally understands the new information* Really?
Nat: *turns down the volume slightly* Huh? *looks at Nick*
Nick: That guy is me?
Nat: Yeah.
Nick: Cool!
Nat: Yeah, very.
Nick: *sits down on Nat’s bed* You got the Quit Playing Games With My Heart bed covers!
Nat: *embarrassed* Um… yeah.
Nick: *hugs Nat*
Nat: *confused*
Nick: You really love us!
Nat: Yeah! *happy that she’s finally convinced him*
Nick: What you wanna do now?
Nat: How about kill ‘NSync and Britney Spears?
Nick: Can I kill Justin? He’s always copying me! Or… is he my reflection too?
Nat: Nooooo!!!! *shakes head* He’s not!
Nick: *grins* So I can kill him?
Nat: If I can keep his head *grins devilishly*
Nick: You want his head? *lip trembles*
Nat: Only as a souvenir, I hate them all.
Nick: *smiles* Yay! *hugs Nat again*
Nat: *wonders if Nick is a teenybopper himself*
Nick: So, when are we going?
Nat: Um… you have a car, right?
Nick: Yeah.
Nat: And you know how to drive?
Nick: *nods*
Nat: Do you have a car here?
Nick: Of course I do, I never leave home without it *hurries to the kitchen, dragging Nat along and points at his car that’s standing outside* See!
Nat: Hey, that’s a nice car…
Nick: *hugs Nat happily*
Nat: *hopes that Nick someday will realize that she’s not a hug-person*
Nick: So are we going?
Nat: Yeah! *excited* Wait!
Nick: *looks at her, confused*
Nat: *opens drawer* *pulls out all the knives* I prefer this one *grabs the largest one there is* Which one do you want?
Nick: Oh! Umm… *picks up a knife too* Are we going now?
Nat: Yeah!
*both hurries to the door*
Nat: Wait!!!!
Nick: *looks at Nat confused*
Nat: You got a CD player in your car, right?
Nick: Yeah…
Nat: Good! *hurries into her room and grabs a couple of CDs*
Nick: Which did you pick?
Nat: “The Offspring”, “Ignition”, “Smash”, “Ixnay on the Hombre”, “Americana” and “Conspiracy of One” *smiles happily*
Nick: *pouts*
Nat: *doesn’t even notice*
--------------- The next day ---------------
Nat: *unlocks the door and walks into the apartment together with Nick*
Perdita (my 10-year-old Dalmatian): *laying in the couch, feeling that welcoming her owner home as usual isn’t necessary*
Nick: *puts down the sack with heads (and silicon blobs that are going to be sold on EBay) on the floor* That was fun *smiles happily*
Nat: Yeah, it really was *grins*
Nat’s mom: *walk into the hallway* *notices that both her daughter and the guy of a group she absolutely can’t stand are covered in blood* Oh my god! Nathalie what happened?
Nat: Oh, we just killed Britney and ‘NSync.
Nat’s mom: Oh… But why didn’t you call? I told you that…
Nat and her mom: *at the same time* …when you’ve murdered someone call home and make sure that I know that you’re okay.
Nat: I’m sorry, I forgot, I was captured in the moment *smiles*
Nat’s mom: You’re so getting a mobile now.
Nat: NO! Mom!!! Please no!!!!! I don’t want one!!!!!!!
Nick: *confused*
Nat’s mom: I’ve warned you a thousand times.
Nat: Come on! I don’t even want one, I’ll forget to turn it on! You know I will!!!
Nat’s mom: *realizes that her practically senile daughter is right* Hmph… Fine, but do something like this without calling home and I’ll give you one.
Nat: *pouts*
Nat’s mom: So, what do you got in the bag?
Nick: ‘NSync and Britney’s heads, Britney’s implants and a part of Justin’s Benz that we torched.
Nat’s mom: Oh.
Nat: And you owe me $10, she did have implants.
Nat’s mom: Err… I’ll pay you later. What are you going to do with them?
Nick: We’re going to sell the implants and the Benz parts on EBay *smiles*
Nat: And I figured I could keep the heads under my bed *smiles devilishly*
Nat’s mom: Oh, good for you. And Nathalie, there’s a man here, he wants to talk to you.
Nat: Who? *confused*
Nick: Who? *suspicious*
Nat’s mom: He’s in your room *shrugs shoulders* Anyway, I gotta get to work, you’re lucky you don’t go to school on Thursdays and Fridays.
Nat: I know *smiles happily*
Nat’s mom: And do some homework.
Nat: What? What’s that? *confused*
Nat’s mom: *mumbles something about how she can’t understand how she got a so confused daughter and leaves*
Nat: Hmm… oh well *walks into her room*
Dexter Holland: *sitting on the couch watching TV*
Nat: *forces herself not to squeak like a teenybopper*
Nick: *pissed*
Dexter: Oh, you’re home *turns of the TV*
Nat: One question.
Dexter: *stands up* Shoot.
Nat: *realizes that Dexter is taller than she thought* Oh… um… Don’t get me wrong now, I’m very happy that you’re here, but why are you here?
Dexter: I needed to talk to you.
Nat: *confused*
Nick: *realizes that he’s ignored* *pouts*
Dexter: Well, we got some complains.
Nat: What? It was just ‘NSync and Britney Spears! It’s not like anyone is going to miss them!!!
Dexter: What? Oh, no nothing like that. But they want to give you a medal for that, just so you know it.
Nat: Really? *smiles happily*
Nick: Hey! I was there too! I killed Justin!
Dexter: Um, yeah, of course you did.
Nick: Really!
Dexter: Yeah *rolls eyes*
Nick: Nat! Tell him!!
Nat: Really, he did. All by himself *very proud of Nick*
Dexter: Oh? *shrugs shoulders*
Nick: *pouts*
Dexter: Anyway, you just have to make sure that people know who you are and you’ll get your medal, but that’s not why I’m here.
Nat: Okay *sits down on the bed*
Nick: *sits down next to Nat*
Dexter: The complains are… from us.
Nat: What?!
Dexter: You stopped playing our music for a whole two hours! *upset*
Nat: But… but… *looks at Nick*
Nick: She stopped playing our music for a whole two months!!
Nat: *ashamed*
Dexter: Well you do dork music.
Nick: Do not!
Dexter: Do to!
Nick: Do not!
Dexter: Do to!
Nick: Do not!
Dexter: Do to!
Nick: Do not!
Dexter: Do to!
Nick: Do not!
Dexter: Do to!
Nick: DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT!!!!!!!
Dexter and Nick: *starts yelling at each other*
Nat: *watching it happily*
(What’s going on in Nat’s head: “Wow, these guys are really hot when they are mad”, “Damn, they must have huge lungs to keep yelling like that without taking a new breath”, “Wonder if they’d like a threesome”, “Maybe I should go on-line and see if I can put Britney’s implants for sale, I could make a fortune!”)
------------------- 10 minutes of yelling later ----------------
Nick: *yelling somewhat mild curses at Dexter*
Dexter: *yelling in no way mild curses at Nick*
Nat: *wonders if she should stop them before they go into a fistfight and hurt their pretty faces*
People 10 football-fields away: *wonders if Nat is playing a new Offspring song or if she's taken up Eminem*
------------------- 25 minutes later ----------------
Nick and Dexter: *looks at each other from each side of the room*
Nat: *standing in the middle* That’s enough! I’m not going to listen to any of your music in… a whole day! *grabs “Sparkle and Fade”* See this? This is Everclear, and that’s all I’m going to listen to for the rest of the day!
Nick: *pouts*
Dexter: *hangs head in shame*
Everclear: *cheers*
Neighbors: *confused when it’s suddenly silent (a term unknown to them ever since April 30 2000 when Nat got “Americana” in birthday present)*
Nat: *puts on “Heroin Girl” (a song that, just like “Amphetamine”, made her mom squeak in fear, Nat still doesn’t get why)*
Dexter: *carefully raises hand*
Nat: Yes?
Dexter: We sing about drugs too…
Nat: I know.
Nick: We don’t! Drugs are bad! A.J. doesn’t get that, but that’s not the point!!!
Nat: No yelling!
Nick: *quickly* Sorry.
*song comes to the point where Art yells “just another overdose”*
Nick: *points at the CD player* HE yelled!!!!
Dexter: *mumbles* Moron.
Nick: Hey!
Nat: Shut up both of you! You ruined the best part of the whole song!!!
Dexter and Nick: *mumbles* Sorry.
Nat: Now I’m going to listen to Everclear for today, and Garbage for tomorrow! No Backstreet Boys…
Dexter: Ha!
Nat: … and no Offspring.
Nick: *grins*
Nat: Now… *looks at the them*
Nick: *sitting on the bed, fiddling through the BSB calendar on the wall*
Dexter: *picks out a book from the shelf and starts reading*
Nat: *sighs* You know, both of you like Nirvana... *gets no reaction* *realizes that Dexter found her one book in English, “Spells and how they work”*
Dexter: *mumbles something*
Nat: *wonders what’s going on* *grabs the book*
Dexter: Hey, I was reading that!
Nat: *looks at the chapter (which happens to be “Sex magic”)* *figures that it’s okay for him to read it, since there aren’t any curses in that chapter* *gives Dexter the book back*
Dexter: *looks at Nat* You know, you don’t have any porno channels.
Nat: Uh?
Nick: *suddenly very aware of what Dexter is talking about*
Dexter: I checked like a bazillion times, you have no idea how confusing your language is.
Nick: English?
Dexter: No Blondie, Swedish. We’re in Sweden, in Sweden they speak Swedish.
Nick: No they don’t, cause when I’m here I speak English, so therefor they speak English here.
Nat: Nick, sweetie, you thought Norway was in Sweden.
Dexter and Nick: *at once* Isn’t it?
Nat: *looks at both* *sighs* You both tour Europe and got no idea that Norway is a country of it’s own next to Sweden?
Dexter: Well excuse us.
Nick: I didn’t even finish school.
Dexter: Loser.
Nick: Dork.
Nat: *clears throat*
Dexter and Nick: Sorry.
Nat: That’s okay, but don’t do like that again. So, how am I going to do with these? *picks up Joey’s head (or what’s left of it, since Nat decided that a bat was the best way to kill him off)*
Dexter: Put them up on bamboo poles and keep them in your room!! *happy*
Nat: *looks at Dexter* Just like this, right out of the blue, you’ve heard “Beheaded” more times than me, haven’t you?
Dexter: Umm… I’m not sure, I think you got the record.
Nat: *nods* Wouldn’t surprise me.
Dexter: But it’s a cool song, isn’t it? *grins*
Nick: *mutters some curses*
Nat: Yeah, it’s very cool. In fact, it’s one of my favorite songs *smiles*
Nick: Hey! Remember that I took you on a celebrity killing-spree!
Nat: Um… yeah *hugs Nick* Thanks *smiles*
Dexter: *clears throat* How about we play “Beheaded”?
Nat: *thinks* Hmm…
Nick: Hey! No! You said you wouldn’t listen to the Offspring!!
Nat: Hey! *realizes that he’s right* I’m not going to!
Dexter: *sighs* Then can we watch a movie?
Nat: Sure, what do you guys want to see?
Dexter: How about a horror movie?
Nick: *shrugs shoulders*
Nat: Okay, which one out of the 15 656 321 689 I got then?
Dexter: How about… your favorite?
Nick: Wait a second… *brain working at full speed*
Nat: Idle Hands? *picks it up* But Dex, hun, you’re in it…
Nick: Yeah, and he dies! Let’s watch it.
Nat: Um… that part is kind of hard to see.
Nick: Why?
Nat: Cause I kinda… umm… watched it too many times… and like, picture by picture.
[A/N: Yupp, I've done this, not that much, just around 20 times... I need help...]
Dexter: *smiles happily*
Nick: Can we watch Edward Scissorhands instead? I’m in it *smiles*
Nat: I can’t even find you!
Nick: *pouts*
Dexter: I got a bigger part than you did *grins* Plus we did a cover on “I wanna be sedated” and redid “Beheaded” for the soundtrack. Did you sing at all?
Nick: *gives Dexter a pissed look* *hisses* I was 10!
Nat: So we are not watching Idle Hands or Edward Scissorhands, or any other where you are in.
Nick: How about Parenthood?
Nat: That movie sucks, I only got it cause Howie’s in it.
Dexter: He’s trying to bring in the Backstreet Boys!
Nat: Man! You guys are so immature! Can you think about something else than which group I watch or listen to?
Nick: *picks up the GameBoy*
Dexter: *keeps reading*
Nat: That wasn’t really what I had in mind *sighs*
Nick: *puts game on hold* Nat?
Nat: Yeah? *turns of the TV*
Nick: Can I stay the night? *innocent smile*
Dexter: *quickly puts down the book* If he’s staying the night then I’m going too!
Nick: I’m single! You are married!
Dexter: Um… She’ll understand!
Nat: Hey, you can both stay the night *grins* But now… Sign my merchandize!!!!
------------------- 2 hours later ----------------
Nick: *signs the last poster with the blood of a random ‘NSync member* There.
Dexter: *looks confused on Nat who is fighting to get the ring of his finger* What are you doing?
Nat: *looks up* It annoys me *smiles*
Dexter: But it’s my wedding band.
Nat: Exactly *realizes that there’s only one way she’s going to get it off*
Dexter: Whoa!
Nick: Hey! … Can you do that on me too?
Nat: *smiles and spits out the ring*
[A/N: Get a finger wet and any ring will come off.]
Dexter: I did not see that coming.
Nat: How about some sex? *grins*
Nick: Sure! *smiles happily*
Nat: *grabs Dexter and tries to drag him towards the bed*
Dexter: I’m married!
Nat: *ignores him*
Dexter: I got a child!! *fighting Nat who is using all her weight to get him over to the bed, but since she’s practically anorectic he got an advantage*
Nat: I didn’t hear that… *keeps trying*
Nick: Wait, is he going to be in it too?
Dexter: I don’t want to have a threesome if he is included in it!! *is now out of the couch*
Nat: *grins devilishly and tries to push him towards the bed instead*
Dexter: I’m old enough to be your father!!!!!
Nat: Not really, my father is two years older than you…
Dexter: I’m older than your mom!
Nat: Just half a month! And my parents were really young *keeps pushing* Nick, can you turn out the lights?
Nick: *reaches over and turns the light off*
Dexter: I’m married, old enough to be your father, got a daughter and I don’t want to have a threesome if it includes another guy!!!!!!!
Nat: Does it look like I care? *gives Dexter a final push*
Dexter: *lands on the bed* Okay, I’ll do it! But not to Everclear!!!
Nat: *turns on the lights* What’s wrong with Everclear?
[Final note: Most things in this story is true (things like the fight over the mobile I got with my mom, that I got order to call home when I’ve killed someone, Dexter is married, ½ month older than my mom, got a daughter, but I still want him, Nick is single again (Yay!) and similar things.) even though this in itself never happened (well duh! It’s a fanfic) and I don’t know Dexter Holland (or any of the Offspring) *sob*, Nick (or any of the BSB) *sobs some more*, Britney or ‘NSync *thankful*, I own all the merchandize and my dog, but my mom owns the knives and the apartment, and Nick owns his car. And I don't think Dexter got a problem with Everclear...]