Having A Friend Who's Dating A Highschooler

- Later that night or something -

You and Scott had left Stephen's house and decided to crash over at Wallace's. Well, Scott had no choice, you were there just to hang out in the morning. Think of it as a sleepover.

Upon entering Wallace's house, Scott immediately spoke up with, "Just so I tell you before you hear some dirty lies from someone else, yes, I'm dating a 17-year-old." As he hung his coat on the rack.

"Can confirm. She's a nice chick, though. She really gives those good vibes, she digs my art already." You added, just behind Scott as you sat on the floor. "Also, hi Wallace."

"Well, there goes my question of her being a 'he'. Hi Wyenn." Wallace greeted you back, his eyes diverting from his reading of the newspapers to see you both.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." Scott fake laughed, likely the same reaction he would've had if Wallace asked the question, making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Does this mean we have to stop sleeping together?" Wallace quipped as he relished the thought of finally having to get rid of Scott's freeloading.

"Do you see another bed in here?" Scott asked from the corner of the bathroom door. And it seemed as if the question was rhetorical, because nearly everything belonged to Wallace, including:

Throw Rug

Wall Lamp

Easy Chair

Computer

Books and CDs

Shelf

Television

Everything in the kitchen

Video Game Systems and Games

Wallace's Coat (Better than Scott's)

and...

Socks on Scott's Feet

Meanwhile, Scott's belongings were...

Lame Poster

Clothes on Floor and Stuff

Shoes Lying Around

Scott's Coat (Wallace's is Better)

and, of course...

Toothbrush (Wallace paid for it)

"You're totally my bitch forever, Scott." Wallace sniggered as he turned to see you. "So, you joining us in bed, hm?"

"Nah, I don't wanna make things too cramped. I'll hang out in the Virtual World and sleep there." You replied nonchalantly as you turned toward the computer. "May I? I kinda need it."

"Sure, do that video-absorbing-thingy you always do. It just sounds cool." Wallace gave you a thumbs up as he turned back to his newspaper.

"Thanks." That being said, you absorbed the video, and you heard a "music to my ears" from Wallace as you did.

You opened the portal to the Virtual World, and waved "Sayonara!" as you let yourself fall inside it, revealing the little pocket dimension that served as your own house. You laid in the virtual bed, and got some shuteye for the night.

- The Following Night -

"You have to promise to be good." Scott said out the blue instead of greeting, which was kinda suspicious in your book.

"Of course I'll be good!" Knives confirmed with a nod.

"No, really, please be good." Scott insisted, which only made your eyebrow furrow a little more.

"I'll be good! I am normally not?" Knives asked, and before she could receive an answer, Stephen appeared at the door.

"What the hell are you making this poor girl say, Scott?" Stephen asked, unamused that Scott was acting this way.

"Oh, hey. This is Knives Chau. Knives, this is Stephen Stills. He's the talent." Scott brushed off the question, introducing them to one another. "Can we come in now? It's cold."

"Yeah... one moment." Stephen said before pulling Scott inside and closing the door. "Is she gonna geek out on us?"

"She'll just sit in the corner, man." Scott assured, trying to get Stephen to calm down.

"I mean... I want her to geek out on us." Stephen clarified, since the band was mostly crappy, in Kim's own words, at least.

"She'll geek, she geeks. She has the capacity to geek." Scott reassured, with a different topic to be assuring.

"Okay." Stephen let out a deep breath and opened the door again and pointed to Knives. "You're good."

"He made me promise to be good!" Knives said, once again bringing up the fact Scott had done so.

"He may have been kidding, are you normally bad?" Stephen asked, not really sensing bad girl vibes from Knives.

"I thought I was okay..." Knives muttered, but shook it off as Stephen moved out of the way for her to enter Sex Bob-Omb's joint. "Wow..."

"Hey, Kim, Wyenn, this is Knives. You can just throw your coat wherever, Knives." Scott said as he did exactly that and took off his coat, just letting it sit on the floor.

"Hi, sorry, what were your names?" Knives asked you and Kim.

"Kim Pine." Kim bluntly answered, which was really just her character on the daily.

"Y/N Rowe, but you call me 'Wyenn', 'kay?" You added, chilling on the couch as you finished the final sketches of what you had planned.

"You play the drums?" Knives asked Kim, the what the latter replied with a simple "yes". Knives then turned to you and asked, "And what do you play?"

"Oh, heh... I don't play. I'm the artist of the group, just spreading the image of Sex Bob-Omb on the street. Literally." You replied with a smile and a chuckle as you showed Knives your sketchbook.

"Wow... Can I look through it?" Knives asked as her eyes had a little spark of amazement at your stuff.

"Sure, knock yourself out. I'm done with the recent sketchup, so it's cool." You said as you handed Knives what the group called "The Holy Grail of Artistry", as dramatic as that may sound.

While the others began setting up things before playing, you could hear Knives' quiet yet still audible admiration as she flipped through the pages. Things went along the lines of: "wow", "woah", "oh, I've seen this one sprayed on the street!", "this is a really good one!"

"Oh, hey dude. Knives, this is young Neil." Scott added as Neil was barely exiting the dining room

"Yo, I'm Neil Nordegraf." Neil introduced himself with a pretty indifferent tone.

"What do you play?" Knives asked as her eyes left your sketchbook for a brief moment.

"Um... nothing. I just live here." Neil replied, playing on his DS.

Knives just nodded in understanding and kept looking at what you'd drawn. "Hey, you might want to put that thing down, the band's about to play and stuff." You said, getting up and walking toward the neon sign you had bought Stephen.

It was the typical "OPEN" sign in a circle that you'd see in retail stores, and you gave it to the talent of the group to lighten up the place a little. But really, it was for you to easily absorb neon.

That being said, using your mom's inherited Neon Conduit abilities, the neon from the sign was drained completely and onto your arms, which was more than enough to fill up the gas tank on neon.

"Woah, what was that?!" Knives asked, amazed at what you had just done.

"Oh, that? I'm a Conduit, mom and dad are a pretty big deal back in Seattle. You'll get used to watching me do this kinda stuff." You explained, amused at Knives' discovery of your power, or what a Conduit even is.

"Yo, Y/N. You've got the light show ready?" Stephen asked, seeing as you were getting prepared to add some spice to the show rehearsal.

"You know it!" You stretched for a good bit, and cracked your knuckles, "Alright, let's rock. Kim?"

Kim looked at you and took a deep breath. She raised her arms high, and clicking her drumsticks, announced as high as her voice would allow...

"WE ARE SEX BOB-BOM! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!"

While they played "Not Launchpad McQuack", you played your part and with your neon, you gave a good light show. Since you had set your neon to not cause any harm, should it hit someone, all was good

...unless you hit someone in the eyes, but don't worry about that part. Point was, your lights were bouncing around the room and being shaped by you, moving accordingly to the song.

The shine of admiration just seemed to grow in Knives' eyes, even more so with your lights lighting up the joint. You could see the stars forming in her eyes, but that could just be you seeing things because of the light.

After all of you were done, Stephen gave his input on the rehearsal with, "Man, that was way too fast." He eyed Kim, to which the redhead wasn't unaware of.

"Oh boo-hoo, pussy boy." Kim mocked, not willing to apologize because of her fast drumming.

"You wanna do it again?" Stephen asked the rest of the crew.

"Let's do it again." Scott replied, about ready to keep impressing Knives, by the looks of it.

"I'm down, I've got new things with neon to try out, see if I can improvise something." You vouched for the crew, preparing to give another show of lights to make the crew shine. In both figurative and literal senses.

Another rehearsal later, followed by you ending the show by making a neon bomb which exploded and let neon lights go everywhere, Knives was left more than speechless. She geeked over Sex Bob-Omb, guaranteed.

Of course, once things came to an end, Scott and Knives left for the bus stop where Knives would be taken back home. Things went great, you gained a new far of not only Sex Bob-Omb, but definitely of your artworks.

- Afterwards -

You were all in Neil's room, chilling in his bed while Neil himself was at his computer browsing some comic. Stephen sat on the edge, Scott was to his right, Kim was next to Neil, and you were to Kim's left.

"She seems nice." Stephen commented on Knives, at least glad Sex Bob-Omb had a new fan. His tone wasn't exactly excited, but not ungrateful, either. Just kinda chill.

"You think so?" Scott asked, smiling proudly at his catch.

"She was really hyping us up in the rehearsal, we got ourselves a top tier fan, everybody." You smiled as you put your hands behind your head and laid against the wall.

"I could go for a high school girlfriend." Stephen half-joked, which made you snort a little from how ridiculous the claim was.

"I highly recommend it." Scott encouraged, now making you wonder how much of a joke this really was.

"Okay, that's enough, you two. We don't want bad looks aimed at the entire band, because two members have high schoolers as girlfriends." You said, halting things before they got a little too uncomfy.

"Speaking of... Scott, are you evil, or are you really happy?" Kim eyed Scott, with the suspicion in her eyes being more than palpable. You almost felt like you were being questioned, and the question wasn't even directed toward you.

"What, like I have ulterior motives, or something? Are you asking if I'm a user?" Scott raised an eyebrow, already feeling accused of something he didn't quite do on accident or otherwise.

"Yeah, okay." Kim answered, leaving lots of shade in the air.

You, Scott, and Stephen shared a tri-look. "I'm offended, Kim." Scott said, faking a "how dare you?" tone. You were almost expecting Scott to add an "the audacity!" at the end of his sentence.

"Wounded, even?" Stephen jested as he played into Scott's drama.

"Lacerated, perhaps?" You giggled, saying basically what Stephen said, but with classier words.

"Hurt, Kim." Scott said he leaned over to stare at Kim's eyes, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Nevermind, okay?" Kim sighed, rolling her eyes as to not further make Scott play into the drama.

- The next day, 10:30 pm -

You've been awake since 10:30 am, and to no one's surprise, Scott was still sleeping. "Well, let's get some coffee," you said, shrugging and doing your morning stretches before leaving the Virtual World.

Back in Wallace's place, you were just in time to see the guy who primarily lived there looking at you. "Mornin' Wyenn." He said to you, putting on his coat to leave.

"Morn' Wallace." You yawned, rubbing your eyes and cracking your neck. "Going somewhere? You look snazzy."

"Heh, when don't I? Anyway, I'm gonna need a favor from you." Wallace said, making it to the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee for himself and you, just the way you liked it. "I'm gonna go tag along with Scott when he goes pick up his 'girlfriend'. Watch over them for me when I go, 'kay?"

"Sure, whatevs." You obliged, taking a sip of the cup of that precious caffeine that kept you going in the morning. "I'll keep an eye on them, don't worry."

- That same day, 12:30 pm -

The phone rang, you picked up, blah, blah, blah, went like this, "Mmm yellooo? Talk to me." You spoke into the phone, and on the other line, was...

- Stacey Pilgrim, 19 years old, younger sister, rating: T for teen -

"Oh, hey Y/N. Is Scott there? Don't lie, I know he's still asleep, so go ahead and wake him up for me." Stacey just laid things out, straightforward and without stalling. No surprises there.

So, you just used neon and gave Scott a good ol' sting with a non-lethal shot. "Ah!" He screamed as he rubbed his neck.

"Sorry dude, but ya sis is on the phone, she sounds mad." You said, just handing the phone to Scott, though you more so pushed it toward him, since you had a feeling he'd run if you didn't.

"What's this I hear about you dating a sixteen year old?!" Stacey questioned loudly over the phone, and you could feel just how screwed Scott was.

Scott immediately shot up from the bed and corrected, "Sh-she's seventeen, and how do you know?!"

"Wallace told me." Stacey answered, and yeah, you figured that was the case a mile away.

"That gossipy bitch!" Scott complained, this just got better by the second, you thought as you took a sip of your coffee.

Things are getting interesting, you thought. You were no "gossipy bitch", as far as you knew. But you found something entertaining about this whole ordeal. It's like Stacey was telling Scott what you had said to him yesterday, but less subtle.

Anyway, the narrator was getting tired of writing the actions and tones of each character after everything they said, so here you have the rest of the convo between sis and bro:

"Yeah, I called last night, but you were in band practice or something. Anyway, scandal!"

"Whatever!"

"Don't you whatever me! Who is this mysterious child?!"

"Her name is Knives."

"Knives what?"

"...Chau."

"She's Chinese? Wait until mom hears about this!"

"Mom's in Europe, I ain't scared!"

"A seventeen-year-old Chinese high school girl. You're ridiculous, Scott."

"It's a Catholic school, too..."

"What?! With the uniform and everything?!"

"Yeah, the whole deal."

"Oh my god, you haven't-"

"No no no no no. God, no. We haven't even held hands. I think she tried to hug me once."

"Um, Scott... why are you doing this?"

"I... I don't know. It's just nice, you know? It's just simple."

"It's been over a year since you broke up with-"

"I know, I know."

"So are you legitimately moving on, or is this just you being insane?"

"I'll let you know, okay?"

And with that, Scott hung up. Back to your regularly-scheduled narration. Now, where was I? Oh yeah!

"Sisters, huh? Poor you." You joked, being an only child in your family of Conduits. Lest you count in Eugene, who still fascinates over getting rare items in Heaven's Hellfire.

"I wish I was the one with fancy superpowers, a great rep, and no sister." Scott shot back, although just a little bit on envy was in his tone.

"Chill out, dude. Anyway, we have to get going, go pick up your girlfriend and all that." You said, walking over to the coat hanger and throwing Scott's coat at him.

- Outside, some time later -

You, Scott, and Wallace were outside, on the way to pick up Knives from school. Which made you think, "Lucky her, getting to leave classes at 12:30 pm."

"I don't wanna be here at all." Wallace commented, clearly frustrated with Scott and his decision-making "skill".

"No, it's cool. Chill out. It's like in Trainspotting." Scott argued, sounding rather fine with the comparison.

"Uh... Isn't that the movie where the guy coerces the girl into dating him and he gets all worried and is freaking out because he knows it was sick and very much illegal?" You asked, rather summarized and all, but it got the point across.

"..." Scott and Wallace stopped walking and looked at you.

"...what? I didn't see the movie, just an essay about it online." You explained, nervously looking at them and crossing your arms.

"...right. What Wyenn said." Wallace added, since you had brought up a majority of the points he wanted to bring up.

"No, guys, it's not like that at all." Scott switched his opinion, now realizing how it sounded once it got a double-take.

"You said it was exactly like that." You and Wallace said at the same time, which made Scott cross his arms and rethink things.

"Okay, maybe I didn't watch the movie that carefully." He admitted, rolling his eyes as you turned the corner.

Few steps later, you all had made it to the gate of Knives' school. Pretty good size, lots of people walking on the inside and outside, victim of simplicity, but hey, it's effective nonetheless.

"Okay, let's wait right here." Scott said as you all waited for Knives.

In the meanwhile, you decided to give this place a piece of mind, took out a spray can from your jacket, rattled it, and quickly sprayed something on the floor, a smiling bomb with a lit fuse. Simple, but a message some would understand.

And just as you finished, you heard Knives call out, "Scott! Wyenn!" You looked up and Knives was waving at the both of you.

"Hey Knives!" You greeted back with a smile and a peace sign.

"Heyyyy!" Knives said hi to Scott in her unique way.

"Hey, what's up? You already met Wyenn, so this is my cool gay roommate, Wallace Wells." Scott waved and introduced Wallace to Knives. No duh, narrator.

"Oh, hi! I'm Knives. Do you want to know who in my class is gay?" Knives asked, a rather weird and unusual thing to know, but you didn't judge.

"Yes. Does he wear glasses?" Wallace answered and asked immediately, a grin forming on his face, seems he liked Knives already.

"Wallace, you go now. Leave. Begone." Scott interrupted, pointing to the side using his arm, which was a clear sign of "you can, and I'm telling you to, leave now".

"Aww... Wait! What? This sucks! You suck!" Wallace protested, now frustrated to hell and back.

"I promise I'll give you the inside scoop on all the cute boys next time I see you, Wallace." Knives promised as she clung on to Scott's right arm, which left the latter nervous.

Before he left, Wallace took Knives' hands, clasped them together in his, and said, "You're too good for him." Then, he turned to you. "And you, what I told you this morning, do it." Finally, he left.

"Wallace is pretty funny! Can we get pizza? I'm starving!" Knives suggested as she shrug off Wallace's warning.

"Heh... yeah. Funny." Scott nervously agreed as he nodded his head, and to be honest, you could go for some pizza, too.

"Well, I guess that's my call to dip. I don't wanna be a third wheel, and all that jazz. Later, guys!" You said as you ran off toward an alleyway while Knives and Scott headed to the pizza place.

In the alley, though, you simply hid behind a dumpster to make sure once they were gone, you had the green light to start keeping an eye on them from a distance.

"Why did I agree to this, again?" You asked yourself, now questioning what you got out of this. Was it the impulse to just want to help, morbid curiosity, or something else?

Regardless, you already got yourself into this mess, so now you have to see it through to the end. You looked toward your left, and saw a source of smoke, a chimney.

"Perfect." You said, not even bothering to question why there was a chimney on the ground of all things. You absorbed smoke, and that's what mattered.

Then, you smoke dashed toward a vent, traveling through the ventilation system and ending up on top of a building's roof. You looked on the edge, and yeah, it gave you a good sightline to see Scott and Knives.

"Alright, no wrong steps or... well, you're not screwed, since you're a Conduit..." You pep-talked yourself. Dad had taught you how to parkour, and you were pretty good. Too bad heights still gave you the creeps.

This just felt wrong, why DID you agree to this? Damn Wallace and his natural ability to make people automatically agree in whatever he requests!

Making a few jumps on different buildings, using smoke thrusters, and smoke dashing, keeping up with them while keeping incognito was nothing close to difficult.

So, you kept your eyes and ears open for whatever Knives and Scott talked about, how they acted, etcetera, etcetera. All you have been listening to for the past minutes were just things about Knives' school drama.

"Tamara is into is into this Korean guy, Bobby, but everyone thinks Bobby has a crush on Mina. Plus, Bobby is kind of fobby." Knives continued explaining to Scott as she munched on her pizza slice.

"But I thought Derek and Tamara had a mutual liking-each-other thing going!" Scott replied before taking a sip of his soda.

"That's strange, I could've sworn I heard that Mina kinda digged Bobby because she found Bobby cute, and that Tamara admitted she liked Derek to Mina." You commented to yourself, since you heard a few minutes ago that-

"Wait, what the hell am I saying?" You snapped yourself out of your theories, shaking your head and looking back to survey Knives and Scott. Luckily, you turned just in time to see them enter the local Goodwill.

"You know what? Screw this, I don't need to sleep tonight knowing I was someone's creepy stalker." You said before dropping down from the building, using your smoke thrusters to slow yourself down before hitting the ground.

This wasn't any of your business, something you shouldn't stick your nose in. Just leave the two alone, go on your own path. And by your own path, you meant toward No-Account Video, because your shift would start in a few minutes.

And seeing Hollie was always a treat, but no need to mention that part. You simply made it to the rental place, worked your hours, went back to Wallace's, told him what you managed to get, absorbed some video, dipped to the Virtual World, slept and...

Wait a minute... who is that in the distance?