I'm the hero of the story, I don't need to be saved

[maps to lose your way]

JONATHANMYERSxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"
"Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

”What?” Jon stared at Cerise and wondered just how she had come to the conclusion she had. Other than turning her down, what had he done that made her think he was gay? He couldn’t think of anything, but he guessed that for the single reason of not wanting sex with Cerise, she had her proof. Well, she was wrong. Like Dewey defeats Truman wrong. And Jon didn’t think you simply got more wrong than that. While he had no problem with gay people, he wasn’t among their number. He wasn’t bi.

Jon opened his mouth to tell her such when Cerise said, "Well, why didn't you just say so? Jeez... If I would've known you like the peen and not the poontang, I would've just stopped! Come on, Jon. I may be a gossip but I'm good at secret-keeping when it comes down to it." Wait, what? Was it really that simple? She was just going to … stop. Jon looked at her. And watched as she got out of the car. Cerise thought he was gay. She no longer wanted to make out with him. He wasn’t going to be molested in his sleep by her.

He blinked a few times. Well. Well then. ”What can I say? My secret’s out.” He climbed out of the car and gave her a small smile. Hopefully this wouldn’t come back to bite him in the a**. She said she was good at keeping secrets, right? And he only had to hang out with her until the dance, right? This was going to end well… right? Oh, God, what had he gotten himself into? ”No… no pink. It’s not my color.” He bit his lip as he followed Cerise inside and into a diner seat. He didn’t know the first thing about being gay? Should he compliment her shoes or something? No, he figured he could get away with how he was acting before, as she’d come to the conclusion anyways. ”Yay, man-hunting,” he muttered. Jon picked up his own menu and began to look over it as she spoke.

”That’s cool. About your name. It’s pretty.” His comment wasn’t just to sate her impression that he was gay, as Jon genuinely liked Cerise’s name. He guessed that now he was playing gay, he could get away with telling her things like that, and he didn’t have to worry about her mauling him – or raping him.

Only, now she’d started playing a new game, and that was pointing out guys. ”Cute. Yeah. He’s cute. I think he’s going for your team though, so … have at him.” That was a little mean to the unnamed super who just wanted a meal, but Jon was okay with offering him as a sacrificial lamb. ”I want cheese fries. And cherry pie,” he decided. Well, at least he got some decent food out of this. He caught a waitress’ eye and motioned her over. After their orders were placed, she scurried off, which left him alone with Cerise. ”So… how’re you doing?” Anything else he could think to talk to her about would probably be a bad idea – his sexuality, Mya, school, the dance.

But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I'd be lost without you and never find myself
Let's hold onto each other above everything else

I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know I've let you down

[mademoiselle mulligrubs]

Now, suddenly, all was forgotten.

Jon being gay explained everything! He wasn't a loser hero douchebag, he was just a tortured soul who was confused about his sexuality! And there was no way Cerise could be mean to him now. It was plainly obvious she had self-image problems, too. Hell, she'd just told him one minute ago that sex made her feel pretty. So she couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of problems he was having! Oh, this poor boy. She'd been so cruel to him over the years! Was Cerise... feeling apologetic? She was! Cerise! Feeling apologetic! Stop the presses!

She felt terrible for basically forcing him to go to the dance with her. And beating him up, too. The poor guy probably already had a lot on his mind. Now, it wasn't as if Cerise had ever had struggles with her sexuality. But she'd had struggles, all the same. She could relate pretty well, she thought. And thus, she decided, she would no longer bully Jon. And flick Doritos at his head. And make snide jokes about his sidekick, even! She simply couldn't bear to put the guy through more difficulties.

Instead, she would be here for him.

Every step of the way.

Whether he liked it or not.

Jon complimented her name and while she usually would've just absorbed the compliment without a word and moved on, she smiled and said, "Aw, thanks! You really think so? Thanks, Jon." She returned her attention to her new target, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Huh... You know, I think I will. After we eat and stuff. I don't wanna ditch you or anything, you know?" She said knowingly, just in time for a waitress to come over and take their orders. Cerise ended up just deciding on some fries, ice cream, and pie, since fatty, unhealthy foods always seemed to give her the most energy. And... well, obviously she'd be needing it. A little bit of the wild thing, then some gym time to prepare herself for next time von Douche did something stupid. That was definitely the plan.

Her eyes were trained on the other super, the one sitting with his friends, and soon he realized she was practically undressing him with her eyes. Then, he started making eyes, too. She smiled softly and mumbled, "It's working, Jon." But before long, he spoke and pulled her out of her steamy eye-sex session. She tore her eyes away from the other's and looked towards Jon, smiling brightly. "I'm sorry, what was that? How am I doing?" She repeated, setting her fork down.

Then her eyes softened and she reached over to take one of his hands, giving it a light squeeze so she didn't break it. "No... How are you? Like, this must be so hard for you to go through. Especially when you're a hero and there's all these other expectations... god, I'm lucky I'm a villainess. People don't really care what the ******** I do." She chuckled lightly. "But really, like... I'm sure it's not easy to be confused about your feelings and stuff. But you know what? I'm gonna help, okay?" She went around to sit on his side of the booth and placed an arm around his shoulders in what she thought was a comforting gesture. "Just... if you ever need to talk, I'm here. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone... who, um, doesn't need to know." She mumbled the last part and coughed to cover it up, then she moved back to her own side of the booth.

[maps to lose your way]

MYAvonDOOM

And who's to say that we're not good enough?
And who's to say that this is not our love?

Mother don't
tell me friends are the ones that I lose
'Cause they'd bleed
before you




She just wanted to watch the movie, and lie down with Iggy and enjoy herself. But she was just getting comfortable when Iggy decided to squirm around and she glowered at him. ”Iggy,” she complained. Mya rest her head on his shoulder and then put her hand on his chest. Yeah, she was using him as a pillow. When he was staying still, it was the most comfortable. Right now, he was not staying still, he was asking about… oh, crap.

Mya gave a small chuckle that she didn’t really feel. ”Y- ye- not really. It was Cerise. It kinda got broken up though, so don’t feel bad.” She looked up at him and wished she had something else to say. Iggy was far more prideful than she was, and she knew that he liked taking care of himself. But it was her job to watch out for her henchman – and boyfriend. ”You were fine. I know I can count on you, there just wasn’t a chance.” She moved so that she was watching the TV again. ”Just enjoy the movie until the food gets here. Kay?” Luckily that wasn’t for too long. Soon enough one of the nurses was rapping on the door and she stuck her head in.

”Miss Vo – ma’am?” Apparently they didn’t want to use her name. Mya couldn’t blame them. She nodded and the woman gave a small sigh of relief. ”We have what you asked for.” Mya motioned the woman in, and she set out the pizza and the frozen yogurt. After she made sure the two of them had everything they needed (and she checked Iggy to make sure he wasn’t seeing double or anything) they were alone again. ”I think I might have scared them a bit…” Mya said after the door shut. She frowned and then looked over at Iggy. It was worth it, if she made him happy. Was that a bad way to think about it?

She moved back to make room for him, in case he had trouble sitting up. Mya’s back hovered on the small of his back for a moment before her phone rang, and she looked at it on instinct. It was a text from Jason.

your sidekick? You left me for your ******** sidekick?

Mya cringed at the message. She had told him she couldn’t go to the dance with him, but she hadn’t told him it was because she was going with Iggy instead. Something told her that the other villain wouldn’t be too happy about that. And, sure enough, he’d found out. Mya put away her phone and then turned her attention back to Iggy. This was no big deal. He would get his memory back soon, and then it wouldn’t matter what people were saying. They’d be a team, just as solid as ever.






And who is to say?
And who are they anyway?

Stand up boy,
I shine so bright when you're around

[mademoiselle mulligrubs]

All right, Iggy liked being Mya's pillow. It just meant he got to be closer to her. But damn, how was he expected to sit in one spot for, like, two hours and not fidget? He was Iggy Brenton, the guy who'd even set his arm on fire in class at one point because he was so easily bored! She explained that, well... it was Cerise. Iggy nodded understandingly. 'It was Cerise' was all she really had to say, anyway. She told him a few comforting words and said not to feel bad, and he just nodded. She added that there just wasn't a chance, and he chuckled dryly. Well, wasn't that for sure. He was beginning to think the American military wouldn't have a chance, at the rate she was knocking people down. And that said a lot, since didn't they have tanks and fighter jets? Huh... wouldn't that be an interesting thing to watch. Cerise, mowing down soldiers and civilians alike. He began to play out the scene in his head, since his imaginary action sequence was about ten times more exciting than this movie so far, anyway.

There was a knock on the door soon to interrupt his daydream, and he glanced over as a woman popped her head in, saying she'd brought food. Fun. He leaned over to see what food she'd brought, but the nurse blocked his view. "Hey, excuse me, but--" There was a hand on his face. There was a hand on his face and he did not like it and the next thing he knew, she was forcibly holding his head in place and using her fingers to pry his eyelid and shine a flashlight straight into it. He tried to pull away, but the grip she had on his ear prevented him from doing so. He simply sighed and rolled his eyes, avoiding the glare of the light the best he could until she decided she was finished. He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips towards the woman, who gave him a rather patronizing, sassy glare of her own. Dammit. Stupid hospitals.

Mya said she might have scared them a little, and he laughed. "Congratulations! Your fearfulness level is now above that of a bunny rabbit." He teased. He reached over and picked up two pieces of pizza, slapping them together in a wannabe-sandwich and chowing down. The pizza was devoured in just a moment, and he leaned over to see who she was texting, like the nosy son of a b***h he was. "Who ya' texting?" He asked curiously, going back to grab more pizza and a cup of frozen yogurt. "This hospital food is actually kind of good," he said, though of course, he was wrong. His taste in food was much like his taste in movies. As in, completely backwards. So what he thought tasted rather nice actually tasted somewhat like cardboard. At least his beloved froyo wasn't too bad.



THANKS A LOT, I'VE BEEN DISADVANTAGED FROM THE START x x x x x x x

YOU CONSTRICTED THE VEINS HEADING STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD x x x

RE-ROUTED THE BLOOD TO MY HEART INSTEAD x x x x x x x x x x

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JONATHANMYERSxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"
"Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be
You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

The dad thing was, Jon knew that this was going to bite him in the a**. Not only was this going to backfire on him, for sure, but he it wasn’t… right. This was a serious topic and pretending to be gay for his own selfish reasons was wrong on so many levels. It was almost insulting in a way, and while he knew all of that, Jon was still going to go through with this. If this got out of hand, it could have serious ramifications, he knew, but he still went through with it because… because it was the easiest way to get Cerise off his a**. Literally. He’d heard about the guys she’d been with before, he knew that resisting would be futile. He knew that she would hound him until she either hurt him or he gave in, whichever came first. Maybe that was being a bit dramatic – or maybe it wasn’t. Hard to tell when it came to her.

”That’s thoughtful.” If he had been hoping that Cerise would ditch him as soon as he told her about the gay thing, he was to be sorely disappointed. However, she was being a lot more pleasant now, and while he was confused, he wasn’t about to complain.

There were other things he could complain about. Like the fact that Cerise and the unnamed man were having eye sex with each other and Jon was feeling rather awkward. Kinda like when you were studying in the room and someone in the hall started to go at it, but you didn’t want to say anything, so you just turned your music up louder. Only, right now he didn’t have any music so he had to settle for kinda shifting around in his seat and praying that the two of them didn’t actually start taking clothes off. He didn’t know what he’d do them. Flee, most likely.

For better or worse Cerise seemed to remember that he was there, after he asked what he had hoped would be an innocuous question. But no. She turned the question back to him and spoke, telling him, "But really, like... I'm sure it's not easy to be confused about your feelings and stuff. But you know what? I'm gonna help, okay?" There was more, but he kept squirming about in his seat and nodding and praying that this was going to end up being nothing more than a bad dream.

”No one needs to know,” he told her quickly, when she mentioned it. Jon’s eyes were slightly wide and he nodded. ”Please? Uhm, I’m not telling people about this,” he said. Mostly because it wasn’t true, but again, not something he was going to tell her. ”We can just keep this between us, please.” Jon relaxed a bit and then sat back in his seat as the food was brought out. He began to eat the fries and watched Cerise between bites. She was being rather… kind. Kinder about this than he would have thought. ”Thanks though. For the… support. I wouldn’t have expected it.” Jon thought about not adding that last sentence, but it seemed she was letting him get away with more.

But remember the time I told you the way that I felt
That I'd be lost without you and never find myself
Let's hold onto each other above everything else

I'll do whatever it takes
To turn this around
I know what's at stake
I know I've let you down

[mademoiselle mulligrubs]

Jon was suddenly really fidgety. As in, more fidgety than the freshmen were when Cerise walked past them. But that was understandable, most definitely. He must feel so awkward, having just confided in her with what was probably his biggest secret.

Yes, his biggest secret. Cerise was entrusted with Jon's biggest secret. Well, actually, she had just assumed it was his biggest secret and simply went along with it, but still. This... this was major. She felt so flattered, being appointed the unofficial secret-keeper.

Speaking of keeping secrets, Jon was asking if this could just stay between "us." Us? "Oh, of course. Well, I mean, if by 'us' you mean you, me, and Chamois... if that's not what you mean, then... uh... oops." She inconspicuously tucked her cell phone further into her pocket, not particularly caring to tell Jon that the dirty details had already been spilled to Chamoisee. And through Chamoisee, probably to ten others by now. Like she'd said, oops.

She was sure it didn't matter, anyway. Surely no one would believe Chamois, since half of the things that spewed from his mouth were complete nonsense or utter falsities anyway. It would be fine. Of course it would be fine. Their food was brought shortly, and she began to eat the way she always did: dipping her fries into the ice cream before eating them. Because that was just the Cerise way.

Now, before, if you'll recall, Cerise had been mildly concerned about being well-mannered in front of Jon. She'd taken dainty, polite little bites and dabbed at the corners of her lips every two seconds. Now, all those manners had been thrown out the window. No need to impress Jon any more if he was gay, right? Which... which begged the question, why had she been trying to impress him before?

Okay, it didn't matter. He was gay. It was all good.

So rather than being polite, charming Cerise, she was slobby, real Cerise: shoveling the food into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. She did prop the menu up on the table to make sure Mr. Villain over there couldn't see her, but other than that it was obvious she didn't give a damn about anything, from the ice cream mess forming on the table to the cherry pie goop dripping down her chin. She only paused to answer Jon, food stuffs going every which way as she did due to her mouth still being stuffed,"Oh yeah, of course. I'd be a total b***h if I wasn't all friendly and supportive after finding out a secret like that, Jon." Many congratulations to Jonathan Myers for this one; few saw Cerise in her natural state and lived to tell the tale. But at the moment, all she particularly cared about was hurrying up and eating so she could go and be... Cerise. Megaslut. Fun.

And thus, most of her food was gone in only a couple minutes and she was wiping her face down with napkins to make sure she still looked pleasant. "Do I have anything on my face?" She asked, using her phone's screen to check her reflection. Well, she didn't see anything. There was nothing on her shirt, no food in her teeth... She was good to go. Her phone lit up just before she put it back in her bag, and she snickered the way she always did when she read texts from her brother. Mm, poor Jon. She supposed she should warn him. But, as usual, her mind was preoccupied.

"Hey, I'm gonna go initiate Slut mode. Would you do me a favor and drop this off at my dorm? Chamois' there, you can just, like... knock and he'll take it." She said, gesturing to the half-eaten cherry pie. "Thanks, dear~ Oh! And what do you say, sleepover tomorrow? My dorm? Chamois' going to some party, and there's always cocaine at those parties, and I'm not a fan of cocaine. Good? Good. Eight tomorrow? All right." She tapped the table twice and gave him a smile before... adjusting her boobs. As in, pushing them upwards slightly to make them more... impressive? And with that, she was off and speaking to Mr. Villain, whose car she was heading out to not long afterwards.

The next day, at about ten 'til eight, she was forcing all her dirty clothes into her closet and yelling at the maids to haul a**. She was no longer fighting to impress Jon, but still. She knew that if she was him, she would strongly prefer to not have to worry about stepping on broken glass. Or anything that may be living. So, she'd called in some maids. And her room was... nearly spotless. It was weird. Frankly, she wasn't sure where everything had gone. But along with the maids, she'd also grabbed three pizzas, two boxes of popcorn, and a shitload of candy, because Cerise would probably always be a high schooler at heart.

By the time she'd finally decided her room was suitable for living purposes and sleepover needs, it was only a couple minutes before eight. She began to shoo the maids out, only pulling out her phone to text Jon once they were all gone.

iaojeiojre where are you, slowpoke?? you'd better haul a** or you are NOT getting any pizza

[maps to lose your way]

MYAvonDOOM

And who's to say that we're not good enough?
And who's to say that this is not our love?

Mother don't
tell me friends are the ones that I lose
'Cause they'd bleed
before you




Iggy took her explanation of Cerise well. A lot better than she expected actually. What he didn’t take well to was the nurse prodding and poking at him. Mya didn’t say anything, but she watched in case things got too out of hand. While she didn’t like the way the nurse was handling him, it was definitely Iggy that she was worried about doing something stupid. She couldn’t forget about what happened during class today. Not that he would intentionally hurt someone who was trying to help him, but Iggy was an act first, think later – if at all – type.

Besides some snipping, the nurse left unharmed, and Mya let out a small sigh of relief. ”I’ve been more fierce than rabbits for at least three months.” She wrinkled her nose in mock anger and then began to grab food with him. He commented on the food and replied to that rather than the text, because that was easier ”You have terrible taste. In just about everything.” Including girls? Mya thought on that one for a moment and nodded, but didn’t say anything. She needed to tell him something about who was texting her, but the truth was out. He looked happy and carefree now, but she was scared of stressing him. Lying wasn’t something she wanted to do, but she remembered how he’d looked at her when she had touched and kissed him earlier.

What was she supposed to say? ”It was … Jason. We were going to go to the dance, but now we’re not.” She shrugged and didn’t tell him the reason why the two of them weren’t going. It didn’t occur to her that the way she phrased it sounded as though he’d only just broken it off. Mya took a bite of the pizza and swallowed it, though her face made her thoughts on it evident. ”Yep. Horrible taste.” She grabbed a plate and her own frozen yogurt before shifting around and getting comfortable.

”Do you want to finish the movie?” Mya gave him a small smile and then added, ”We don’t have to. I’m sure I can find a board game. Or we can just talk.” After hesitating over it a moment, she reached out and brushed a few strands of hair off his forehead. Surely something like this was okay, right? She’d done it before. ”You’re the one on the mend. I’ll do what you want.” It was the least she could do, since Cerise probably wouldn’t have noticed Iggy if the two of them weren’t going out. Mya didn’t regret kissing him or anything, but she still blamed herself for getting him hurt.







And who is to say?
And who are they anyway?

Stand up boy,
I shine so bright when you're around