Skirts and Death (1x1 +Master Quatre and skaterpearl)

[mywashingtonromance]

"France? Oh awesome. I lived in Australia. And then Canada. And then here, after I graduated high school," Jordan said.

[blue_dun]

"Did you move to the States for college?" Red asked, curious.

[mywashingtonromance]

Jordan nodded. "Yeah. And because my parents annoyed me..." Jordan said, trailing off.

[blue_dun]

"Understood." Red started making his way toward the Laser tag equipment room exit door. Everyone had already left without them, and the next group was bound to be in soon. "I was such a rebellious teen."

[mywashingtonromance]

"Really?" Jordan asked.

[blue_dun]

"I did everything you think a rebellious teen should do, anyway." Red shrugged. "Blasted Nirvana and ACDC up in my room, ran out with friends for nights on the town, dressed in punk stuff, dyed my hair black- I didn't like it myself, either, but I did it to show that I wasn't conforming to what my parents wanted me to be- and the like." Drinking, Drugs, stealing medication from my parents' cabinet, I did it all... "But honestly, when I look back, those were the most miserable years of my life."

[mywashingtonromance]

Jordan nodded. "My parents just thought I had no life, which in all aspects is quite true, except for music, and they were rich, and stuff, expected me to be all girly like my seven sisters." she said. "Guess what didn't happen," Jordan muttered.

[blue_dun]

"You didn't become girly like your sisters." Red chuckled. "My parents wanted me to be the kid that excelled at everything- school, sports, ya know- but, same as you, the only thing I really got into was music. And Lacrosse."
((Back!))

[mywashingtonromance]

(Yay!) "Heh, yeah. I was a computer hacker, online game playing, music person, and my parents don't like anything creative. Yeah." Jordan said, frowning.

[blue_dun]

((-_- Sorry, had to leave again. Family time's important, apparently... Though I never got why it's called family time when we're all around a computer, looking up Zooborns.))
"Mom and dad- meré and peré- respected my wishes, until I began getting really good and things started to get expensive. So they tried to push me away from music, and that really set me off. I got so mad at them!" Red punched his hand. "They'd say, 'Rouge, you need to either get a job or choose a different career.' And I resisted. I still love them though..." He trailed off.