When Shock started dating Barrel at age 15, they both saw it wasn't going to work. After only a week together, they broke up. Now Shock is dating Lock, and they're as happy as can be. But when they're all 17, a new girl comes to Halloween Town, Barrel dates her, Shock starts to become jealous, old feelings re-surface, and Lock becomes violent with Barrel. Will this sudden change ruin the trio and destroy their friendship forever? Only time will tell.
Rated T for language, violence and stuff.
Told in the varying POV's of Lock, Shock, & Barrel.
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~~~Shock's POV~~~
It was 10:00 am and I sighed as I folded up the letter that I had discovered on my bedside table when I awoke. It was from Barrel, explaining how he didn't think we were going to work out, so he broke up with me. When I first read the letter I had mixed emotions: happiness, relief, anger, and frustration. I was angry because he hadn't told me in person, choosing instead to write a stupid letter out of cowardice. But I was also relieved that it was over. I'd wanted to break up with him since last week, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings (surprised?). The fact that he did it first surprised me and made me extremely happy, because now I didn't have to do it.
I got up from my bed and opened my closet door, searching for another purple dress.
"Hmmm...." I searched through the closet, only finding exact replicas of the one I usually wore. I sighed and grabbed a belt, some leggings, a bat necklace, and a pair of flats, wanting to change it up a little. I quickly dressed and examined myself in the mirror. At age 12, I'd started to fill out in all the right places, getting curves and such. I was now 15, and my face had grown into my nose. Also, my hair was no longer wiry as it was before. I wasn't concieted or anything, but I was pretty sure that I was the best looking girl in Halloween Town, apart from Sally.
Satisfied with my appearance, I ran a brush through my hair and opened the door to my room to find Barrel at the kitchen table of our treehouse, eating cereal. Glancing up, he saw me and suddenly became nervous. I knew he was waiting for me to beat the crap out of him for "dumping" me, but I had no intention of doing so, since he'd actually done me a favor.
As I walked past, I called "Morning, Barrel!" cheerfully and he stared in confusion. I laughed and made my way to the living room, where Lock lounged on the sofa, watching TV. My heart quickened as I saw him, but I ignored it. Recently, I'd been getting nervous around him and my skin tingled whenever he brushed up against my arm or something. I mean, yeah, I'll admit he did get really attractive over the years, but I forced myself to ignore my feelings. He was one of my best friends, I could never "like like" him...could I? Granted, I did date Barrel, but it was only for a week because we saw it wouldn't work. (or rather we both did, but he said it) We were too close, almost like siblings. It was pretty awkward, to tell you the truth.
But even as I these thoughts ran through my mind, I couldn't help but feel so attracted to him. Lock's hair had grown, not too long, but longer than it had been. His teeth had gotten sharper, his skin paler, but on him it looked -dare I say it?- hot, and his devil's tail had also gotten longer. He'd been working out as well, and I couldn't help but stare whenever he changed his shirt in front of Barrel and I. ( He didn't really care about changing his shirt in front of us for some reason
) I know what you're thinking: that I'm sounding pretty stalker-ish right now. Well I'm not, I swear. It's just...wow..I mean I liked Lock alot, but I forced myself to ignore my feelings. I was going to have to, for the sake of our friendship.
I sat down next to Lock, very aware of how close he was.
"Morning."
"Morning, Shock." He glanced at me briefly and went back to watching TV. "New clothes?"
I secretly felt happy that he had noticed. "No, I just changed my outfit a bit." I replied, unable to keep the smile from my face. He nodded and stared intently at the TV. Barrel walked in, warily avoiding eye contact with me. He sat down on the lawn chair that rested next to the sofa, and I looked him over.
Over the years, Barrel had gotten a bit skinnier, and he'd been working out with Lock, so his poundage became muscle. His hair had also grown, but he'd let it grow longer than Lock's, so it hung over his eyes a bit. Barrel had also had a growth spurt, getting taller. He was now as tall as Lock, and I was shorter by about an inch. It was annoying, because they teased me about it a lot.
As I gazed at Barrel, I suddenly began to question why I even dated him in the first place. He definitely wasn't my type. He caught me staring, and I turned away quickly to find Lock looking at my necklace. At first I thought he was looking at my chest, and I could feel my face go red. But then he simply stated, "Nice necklace." and turned back to the TV.
Feeling uncomfortable, I got up and went back to my room, closing the door behind me. I flopped down on the bed and turned on my radio. I closed my eyes, listening to music, and thinking about Lock. Thoughts of he and I together drifted through my mind, but I pushed them away. Half-dreamt scenarios where I pictured myself admitting my love to Lock also crossed my mind, but I ignored them, sealing them in am imaginary closet deep inside my mind, where I wouldn't have to think about them. I sighed and listened to the music, letting all other thoughts go.
~~~Lock's POV~~~
I was watching TV when Shock came in and sat down next to me. I deliberately tried not to think about how cute she looked in her new outfit. I'd noticed over the years how beautiful Shock had really become. Her eyes sparkled, and her hair was soft, and she'd filled out in all the right places. I'd always liked Shock, but I tried not to think about it, in case I did something reckless, like asking her out. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, and when Barrel started dating her, I'll admit I was pissed off. But I hid my feelings, for the sake of our friendship. When Barrel told me he's broken up with her, I felt like dancing, jumping for joy, anything to express how goddamn happy I was. She was free! But it didn't matter anyways. I wasn't going to ask her out anytime soon, so I contented myself with fantasies of her and I. And before you start thinking I'm a perv, NO I wasn't thinking about THAT.
I stared at the TV, but I just could.not.keep.my.eyes.off.her. I looked, then used her new clothes as an excuse. Later on, I stared again, ( okay, okay, I'll admit I was staring at her chest >.> ) and she caught me. I struggled to keep my face indifferent as I said "Nice necklace." She bought the excuse, but left quickly afterward. A few minutes later I heard music, and I assumed she was drawing. Usually when Shock practiced art, she turned on music.
That was her latest talent that she'd discovered. She was really good at painting and sketching. I admired her for that, and I was determined to show off for her whenever I got the chance. For instance, I changed my shirt in front of her, letting her see my abs and the results of my work-outs. I had to change in front of Barrel too, (-_-) so she wouldn't get suspicious, and catch on to my real reason for changing in front of her. I overheard her talking to Barrel about it, and they both said that had no idea why I didn't mind changing in front of them. Little did they know, huh?
I changed the channel, aware of Barrel staring at me. Shortly afterward, he left, and I heard his bedroom door close. Alone in the living room, I suddenly didn't feel like watching TV anymore. I turned it off and went to my room, closing the door and opening the curtains. Sunlight filtered in and brightened the tidy room. Ever since I'd found a dead rat in my dirty clothes when I was 10, I decided to start cleaning up after myself.
Every day, I cleaned my room, making sure it was spotless. Now I know it may sound kind of "sissy" of me to be somewhat of a neat-freak, I've gotta tell ya right now: it's better than living in a dumpster. Cause that's what it felt like, living in my once dirty room. Barrel's, of course, was the same, dirty as hell. I went in there once to open his window, and I swear, a SOCK tried to bite me. I ran out of there as fast as I could, without one look back. There is no way in hell I am ever going back in there.
I sat down on my bed and pulled out an old photo album I'd kept since we were children. I spent over an hour, looking at photo after photo of our trio, trick-or-treating each year. I stopped on a particular one, my favorite. It was Halloween last year. We had posed near the fountain, but nobody was around to take our photo, so Barrel took it instead. Needless to say, it was just Shock and I in the photo, and she had her arm around my shoulder. But she looked happier than in any of the photos ever taken of her, and her face had a dreamy expression. I can't know for sure what she was thinking about, but I liked to think that maybe, just maybe, she was thinking about me. But I knew it was too much to hope for. If there was anything I knew for sure, without a doubt, it was this:
I loved Shock, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
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A/N: Oooh unconfessed love. ^-^ So what'd you think? This is my first LSB fanfic and I've always wanted to do a LxS story. Leave me a comment telling me if you want me to continue. Thanks in advance. ^^ Until next time, ~MJS~.
P.S. Please no "LSB are related" comments, kay? I personally believe they aren't, but if you believe differently, then that's fine. But please don't leave a comment just to flame me for it. Thanks in advance!
~MJS~
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