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Bebop High
by Setryochi




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“Why do you want to walk me home?” Faye walked casually with her eyes downcast.

“Why’s it such a problem?” Spike questioned.

“I can take care of myself ya’ know!”

“I know, I just wanna see your house.”

Faye grumbled, ‘I don’t want anyone to see my house.’ She looked at him, “Can’t you see it another time?” she whined.

“For the past few days you’ve been to my house. You give me all sorts of excuses. This time you have to let me see you’re house.” He knew she was hiding something, but what could be so bad about her house?

They turned the corner of 10th St. and Magnolia. Spike looked around and seen the buildings were starting to look old and run down. Papers, candy wrappers, even disgarded clothing littered the streets. He wondered how the clothing came to lying tore and dirty on the ground. He also noted Faye wasn’t being cocky and she was staring at the ground an awful lot.

“Anything wrong?”

Faye looked up, “Huh?”

“Anything wrong?” he repeated.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” she looked at him with glassy eyes.

Faye found herself in deep thought about what to do. Her eyes became comfortable with staring at the ground and she found it very hard to blink. It felt weird and good at the same time. She could lead him to another house and pretend like it was her own, but what if he wanted to meet the family? Or what if the people that really lived in that house stumbled upon them? Then what would she do? Faye sighed aloud as the came nearer and nearer to their destination.

Spike tried to make conversation, “So how long before we reach your house?”

“Not long,” was her tiny reply.

He grumbled, ‘what’s up with this chick? She on her cycle or something? Damn, it must be this way all the time. I’d hate to live with those damned mood swings of hers. She’s like a cheerleader one minute and then the next she’s like one of those depressed, gothic chicks. I don’t get women at all. I’m not sure I wanna know them either.

Faye led them down two more streets. She walked past a small jiffy store with Spike in toe. It was dark behind the jiffy store, the street lights seemed to be broken. Spike looked around and noticed a sign that read “Shadow Lane Trailor Park.” He cocked an eyebrow, ‘Is Faye trying to stall by walking through here?’

The slim girl walked by the sign, she was still thinking hard. “Spike?” she turned on her heel.

“Yeah?”

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” she paused, “It’s not my choice to live here.”

“Hm?” ‘Live here? She lives in a trailor?’ He eyed her suspiciously.

“Don’t laugh, we aren’t poor, my um..” she cleared her thorat, “Parents think that it’s easier to live here.”

“So this is why you never wanted to study at your house?” He felt kind of bad, he wasn’t sure why but he knew Faye wasn’t telling everything.

“Yeah,” she looked to the ground.

“Not such a bad place, which one do you live in?” he asked trying to lighten the mood.

“Number 5, this one here,” she walked to the third trailor on the right side of the road. “My wonderful palace, isn’t it great?” she smiled sarcastically.

Spike walked over and looked the mobile home over. It was small and aluminum. Or maybe it was some other sort of different metal. Whatever, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

Faye walked up the few steps to the door, “Anything else ‘Master?’” she laughed.

“Faye?” the door opened and Faye stepped back sighing loudly. Spike watched and studied.

“Where have you been Faye?” a small woman with red hair opened the door enough to peek her head out. It was too dark to really see her features but she looked like a real nice lady. She seemed kind and caring, like a mother should be.

“I was out,” Faye looked around rolling her eyes.

“Whoes this?” the woman, who seemed to be Faye’s mother, looked to Spike. She stepped out from behind the door ignoring Faye’s wishes for her to go back inside. “I’m Faye’s mother,” she smiled gently and offered her hand.

Faye grunted at the mention of the woman being her mother.

Spike stepped up onto the first step and shook her hand in return, “I’m Spike.”

“Ok MOM, you’ve met him now leave us alone.” Faye interrupted.

“Oh!!! Faye-faye! Whoes here?! Faye-faye’s hooome! Edward missed her!” The red headed girl jumped out from behind the door as well and hugged Faye. Faye looked startled and tried to push the girl named Edward back into the small home.

“Get back inside Edward!” Faye growled.

“C’mon Ed, let’s go inside, we can talk to Faye later,” Faye’s mom pushed Ed gently into the door. “nice meeting you,” she said over her shoulder before shutting the door.

Faye sighed and slouched over.

“Nice family.”

“Ha! Whatever,” she looked around lamely.

“I guess I’d better be going then,” Spike waved and started walking down the street to the entrance and out.

“See ya’,” Faye waved and dissappeared into the home.

“Is he your new boyfriend?” asked Faye’s mother.

“No, leave me alone,” Faye began to walk into the back of the trailor to a room she shared with Ed.

“Well who is he? Where you out with him?”

“He’s a...” could she call him a friend? “He’s a friend, and yes I was.” Faye closed the door and flopped onto the bed.

Her mother watched as the door closed. She sighed, Faye didn’t like it here. Faye hated her and her husband. She didn’t know what to do to make Faye feel differently. The girl had gone through so much...

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Spike scratched his head. ‘Man who woulda’ thought?’ He continued walking past the old jiffy store and other dirty buildings. He kicked at a can that had been on the ground. ‘What’s Faye’s problem? It seems like she doesn’t like anything in her life. Not even her sister and parents.’

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Faye groaned.

‘His opinion of me must be ever lower now. He thought I was white trash, now I bet I’m white Trailor trash.’ She laughed sadly at herself. Was this life or what?

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“Alright! Settle down!” Belowed Mr. Black. “These test scores are horrible!”

Faye was writting in that book again. What was she writing? Spike tried to make it look like he was paying attention to Mr. Black. Really his attention was on Faye’s paper. She wrote in that damned thing everyday. But what was she writing?

Faye stopped jotting and looked up. Spike looked down quickly and began doodeling.

‘Why’s he always drawing? Gr, he does that everyday, it’s as if he does it in his sleep. Gah! They’re always women in the most revealing clothes if any! Pah, a real woman isn’t nearly THAT skinny. Geez, he likes’m big breated and anorexic.’ Faye laughed mentally.

“Is something funny, Ms. Valentine?” asked a towering Mr. Black.

Or out loud?

Faye looked up, “No Sir, I-” She was at a loss for words.

“She was laughing at something I told her,” Spike cut in.

Both Faye and Mr. Black whipped their heads around to see a smirk on Spike’s face.

“Is that so?” Mr. Black asked, “So what was so funny Spike?”

“Ahhh it’s nothing...”

“No I’d really like to know, tell me I could you a good laugh.”

“Well... There’s this girl, and she was at my house last night, we were gettin’ it on and-”

“That’s enough Spiegel!” Black cut in and turned around and walked back tot he front of the class to start ranting again.

“Thanks,” Faye whispered and blushed a light tint of pink.

“No problem, so what were you laughing at?” Spike leaned over just a bit.

“Well,” she thought for a moment, “It was just this joke my friend told me yesterday.”

“You’re lying,” he leaned back placing his hands behind his head, “I command you to tell me what you were laughing at.”

‘Damn,’ she thought. “I was laughing at your unrealistic drawing sof women.” She sighed.

“Oh so they’re funny and unrealistic?”

“Well, they have extremely big bazooms and tiny, bity waists. How realistic is that?”

“Hm... You’re right. Looks like I need a model.” He sighed, “Where oh where could I find one?” He looked hopeless then thoughtful.

“Oh no! Don’t you even think about it!” Faye started.

“You made the bet, Faye. You have to do whatever I say.” He grinned knowing she wouldn’t back out of the deal she had made, even if she regretted and hated it.

Faye grumbled and put her head down for the rest of the period.

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Hehe, Spike is so horrible... Anyways, hope this small chapter made you guys a li’l less restless. Post again soon, thanx for the reviews, luv lots!

Set-chan