Weird Nights: Night One

Welcome to Band, School. Band is a small town and there are no parents, just teenagers. Each one has one sibling. There's a brother and a sister. Here are their stories, quite hilarious.

Trumpet was a player. His sister even thought so. He always flirted with all of the girls in Band, but that was Trumpet.

Frenchie wanted to slap his sister. French was falling for that stupid Trumpet boy again. Oh, how mad Trumpet made Frenchie!
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The park was a nice place. A crystal sapphire stream ran through the emerald green grass. The trees were tall and shady. There are benches here and there, and a fountain. The entire population of Band was at the fountain today.

"Hey, Trom! What's up?" The first words broke the silence of the day. "Baritone! You're alive!" A tall brown-haired boy with long arms caught his friend in a headlock. "Gerroff me, Trom!" Baritone, Bari to most people, shoved at Trom's arms. Trom shook Bari around a bit, then released him.

"You two are idiots." Euphie, Bari's sister, rolled her eyes. Euphonium and Baritone Lowbrass were eerily similar. Euphie had long black hair and a very waxy complexion. Her brother's hair was shorter, but he was certainly her twin.

Trom's sister had chosen to leave him in favor of Tubie, Trom's other chum's sister. Trom's sister, Bonnie, wasn't like him much except for her long arms. Trom was tall with brown hair, and Bonnie was short with red hair. "Trom is soo stupid sometimes!" Bonnie complained to Tubie, who was a very good listener. "Sometimes? Do you mean all the time?" Tubie said with a smirk.

While Tubie Lownotes, Trom and Bonnie Notrebel, and Euphie and Bari Lowbrass were bickering among themselves, the Highbrasses, Midranges, and Lowreeds were getting into it pretty good. Trumpet and Trumpette Highbrass, both blonde with green eyes, had sided against Frenchie and French Midrange, and Bass and Sonia Lowreed were trying to break it up. Tuba Lownotes weirdly stalked their argument.

"God, Trumpet, you are so stupid!" French shouted, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Trumpet winked at her. "Is that why you are head over heels in love with me?" He retorted cockily. Frenchie balled his hands into fists, practically leaking steam out of his ears. Bass stepped into the middle of them. "Okay we don't have to kill each other." He tried to reason. Trumpette, normally quiet, put one cherry red nail on Bass' chest, and shoved him aside. "Out of the way, Bassie Boy."

Bass wasn't offended, but Trumpette's nail was sharp. Sonia Lowreed went to check on her brother. French glared at Trumpette and her charming brother. "I hate you two." She snarled viciously. "Ooo, she's got fight. Meow!" Trumpet mocked. Frenchie sighed through his teeth. "Leave her alone." He said quietly.

"What's that? Did the oh-so-silent Frenchie Midrange just say something?" Trumpet smirked. "I said," Frenchie said, louder this time, "leave my sister alone." Frenchie's blue eyes became sharp ice scimitars. "Oooh, are the Midranges getting riled up? Get a load of this!" Trumpet shouted. "The Midranges want a fight!"

The five words Trumpet do swaggerlisciously uttered brought silence to the park. Then, Tuba said, "Fight!" The park exploded with people taking sides. Bass and Sonia Lowreed headed up the neutral group. Trumpet and Trumpette Highbrass were the clear antagonistic side, and French and Frenchie Midrange were the challenging group, though. No one was surprised when the Highbrasses had the biggest supporting group. Tuba Lownotes sided with them, but Tubie Lownotes remained neutral. Bass Lowreed looked longingly and French, but stood his ground.

Trom Notrebel sided with Trumpet, but Bonnie Notrebel sided with French and Frenchie. Both Euphie and Bari Lowbrass sided with French and Frenchie. Everyone else sided with Trumpet, except for two people. Clari and Nate Soakreed both sided with the Midranges.

Things were getting tense. Frenchie tensed up, his fists small and weak looking. Trumpet gave him a glance full of swagger. Then he grinned crookedly. He got both of his hands in the air, and whispered something in Frenchie's ear. After Trumpet backed away, Frenchie glared at him and lowered his fists. As her brother backed away, French stepped up boldly, her blonde hair slipping from it's tie.

"Come closer." Trumpet beckoned with a smirk. French stepped toward him two steps, tensing her fingers. "Okay, okay..." Trumpet put both hands up. "I ain't gonna hit you, girl. Just come closer." Trumpet smiled. French moved closer. She was about six inches from him. He closed the distance with half a step. He was exactly two inches taller that her, so she had to look up at him. She stepped backed two inches. "Closer." Trumpet said. French shook her head, tongue tied. "C'mon, closer!" He said. French leaned closer.

Trumpet kissed her. Full on, lip-biting, super surprising kissed her. French leapt back, beet red. Her expression of utter shock was mirrored by her brother's and Bass'. Everyone else was being loud. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trumpet was grinning like an idiot. Frenchie gave Trumpet a look that would kill.

Bass quietly plotted a murder.