Author's Note (Awoken): Enjoy

Da Kurlzz x Charlie Scene

"Stop hogging the internet, Kurlzz!"

"Use your phone for Twitter", Da Kurlzz waved him off.

Charlie snatched the laptop out of his hands. "You're the one who lives on Twitter. I wanna check the comments on our interviews."

The screamer leaned over Charlie's shoulder to watch along. Some interview from a long time ago played on the screen and he frowned confused. "Why don't you take a much more recent one?"

"Because those only have a couple of comments, moron", Charlie replied with an annoyed sound worse enough to make the other shrink a little and zip his mouth shut. The rapper scrolled through the comments and smiled. "Yeah! They love me."

"What about me?" the drummer asked.

He tilted the screen so he could read along and looked for a comment about himself. "Yeah! They're calling me an adorable dork."

"Awesome", Charlie chuckled and he scrolled down. Then he froze and scrolled back up again. "Wait what?"

"What is it?"

"They're talking about us."

"What are they saying?" Da Kurlzz whined.

Charlie raised an eyebrow and read aloud. "I totally ship them."

Da Kurlzz leaned in some more to read it himself, as if he didn't believe what the other was telling him. "What does that even mean?"

"Let's read and find out", Charlie suggested and he clicked to show all replied. He read aloud one of the replies. "Me too. Both are adorable, but together… And then there's a really weird emoticon."

"I think it's a penis."

"You see penises everywhere, fag."

Da Kurlzz chuckled. "Do you know they just told us they like it when we cuss at each other in front of the camera? We should record this."

"No way, my life isn't a documentary", Charlie snorted. "Though it would show them how bad ass I am and how dorky you are."

The screamer rolled his eyes. "Sure." He took out his phone and waved at the camera as soon as it started recording. "Hi camera!"

"You just proved my point by doing that."

His friend ignored the comment and filled the camera in on what they were doing. "We're checking some comments on an old interview. People seem to be talking about Charlie and I and shipping us, but I don't know what that means so let's find out!"

"Maybe they worship us?" Charlie remarked.

The camera shook a little. "No way, then they'd just drool all over us. I love it when they do so."

"Yeah, chicks dig us", Charlie smiled. He read on and his smile melted off his face. "No way, listen! 'Did you read that fanfic? Charlie will always be his bitch, no matter how tough he claims to be'. What a bitch!"

"She says you're the bitch, Charles. MY bitch", The drummer burst out laughing.

The bandana rapper grumbled. "I wanna see for myself what these fanfics are!"

He typed their names followed by 'fanfic' and clicked on one of the results. The screen turned white with a warning in huge letters. "Adult themes. Please log in to view this."

Da Kurlzz quit laughing. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. What do people write about us?"

"Obviously porn."

"With girls, right?"

"Dude… You're my bitch."

Charlie widened his eyes. "God no! They meant it like that?! Ew!"

There was a silence when he continued. "Let's click on another one."

"Try Charlie's Angel!" the other suggested.

Charlie nodded and did as he was asked. "Oh crap, YOU are my angel?"

Da Kurlzz grinned. "Look. Deuce wants to kill us but I bet we'll win because of the power of love, right?"

The bandana rapper very slowly turned his head to his friend with a very disturbed expression. "Could you be more gay?"

"You saved me out of the fire, Charles. I'll thank you with a blowjob", the drummer mocked and chuckled at his own joke.

Charlie gulped. "I'm gonna have to scrub my eyes clean to let that image disappear. I don't even… This blows."

"Wrong choice of words. Don't they know you're married?"

"I don't think they care", the rapper expressed in disgust. "Let's try another one."

Soon they found a lot more interesting stories in which they were most definitely paired up. Some of these sites you didn't even need to log in to read the mature content. Charlie opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. He eyed the page and turned his head. His friend made sure not to lean on his shoulder anymore since any form of contact reminded him of those stories. "I feel dirty now."

"Are you kidding? I'm the one who gets… Wait, you put WHAT in my WHAT? That doesn't go in there! God, no. Nothing should ever enter that!" Charlie complained and he looked down at his crotch. "They're just violating me!"

"They're making me kinda awesome, so who cares?"

Charlie smacked his head. "You're butt fucking me!" he yelled, earning a very wicked, disturbed face from Danny.

"None of your business!" Charlie spat and Danny scurried outside. "Great! Now Danny thinks we're gay."

The drummer grinned. "It's ironic. You behave like the dominant one, but you are the submissive one in the bedroom."

"Shut up! They're just stories!" Charlie whined, his head flaring red in embarrassment.

Da Kurlzz took the laptop and scrolled down. "Would you look at that!"

"What?"

"Warning: BDSM."

Charlie didn't reply. His face told enough.

"The fans are enjoying themselves with us", Da Kurlzz whistled.

The bandana rapper growled and clicked on it. His scowl turned into a shit-eating grin as he read it. "But I'm not the one getting whipped, you kinky asshole!"

The other's laughter faltered into a gaze of pure terror and panic. "No way! I get whipped?"

The rapper scrolled down. "Hot damn and cuffed too. You seem to like it from what I see in your dialogues!"

Da Kurlzz turned red and went on to a different story. "We're not reading that one anymore!"

Charlie eyed one other story. "Warning: rape, violence."

"You get raped", Da Kurlzz chuckled.

"Or you get raped", the other argued.

They clicked it to find out. Both swallowed. "So uhm… Charlie the rapper became Charlie the rapist?"

"That's so wrong, but at least I'm not the one enjoying rape."

Da Kurlzz smacked the laptop closed. "Truce, OK? No more stories."

Charlie agreed. "I can't believe our fans write porn about us."

"They'd never see us do that so I guess they write about it."

"Who knows. You were pretty dark in one of those fics."

"Stop it", the drummer complained.

The bandana rapper put down the computer and got up. "Well. I'm gonna get something to eat. Wanna come?"

Da Kurlzz grimaced. "Don't you ever ask me that again. It's got such a dirty meaning now."

The other rolled his eyes and got outside with him, both chattered away about anything else than those gross stories. Da Kulzz forgot his phone was still standing on the table, recording everything that had happened.

A couple of minutes later Johnny walked up to the laptop. "Guys?"

No reply came. "Guys! Next time you use it, turn it off!"

He sighed, shook his head and sat down. He took the computer in his lap and opened it. The page opened to the rape fanfic. Johnny's eyes widened and he threw it off his lap. "OH MY GOD EWW!"

When Charlie and Da Kurlzz got back, they wondered why Johnny was eyeing them suspiciously. He always seemed to get dizzy whenever he saw them together. They never found out why and neither did the other band members. Except for Danny. few weeks later the video was uploaded to the internet. Charlie and Da Kurlzz got pissed at each other for uploading it, but neither of them did so. Then who uploaded the video? Johnny sure didn't, because he was on it. His reaction in disgust was on it. Who uploaded it?

Danny hummed a nice song as he checked the comments on his video. Most of them were funny. They were all laughing at the three terrific reactions on fanfiction. This was exactly what the fans had been waiting for. What did they think of fanfiction on themselves? Now there was an even bigger reason for the fans to write it. "That's what you get for yelling at me, Charlie", Danny said, grinning to himself.

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