A/N: I wrote the first four chapters a couple of years ago, and am just now adding to the fic with a new co-author! So chapters one, three, four, and five are mine. Chapter two is Cade's. - dearjoan
5: Reactions from the Misfits
Meanwhile, at about the same time that night, Eric, Pizzazz, and Stormer rode down the streets of New York in a jet black limousine.
"Pizzazz," Eric spoke to the girl, but she ignored him. She turned herself away from him, staring out the tinted window. "Pizzazz, will you please just talk to me? You haven't said a word since the concert!"
"Oh, come on, Pizzazz!" Stormer persuaded. "We got a lot out of tonight, thanks to Eric! You should be thanking him!"
With this statement, Pizzazz had to respond. "Oh, really!" She mused. "I should thank him, shouldn't I? Eric, thanks a lot for bringing along Jem and having us publicly humiliated!"
"Pizzazz, I … ," Eric began, but Stormer cut him off.
"Eric, I'll explain it to her!" She turned to Pizzazz. "He got us some publicity tonight! We'll be in the papers for this!"
"Stormer!"
Pizzazz interrupted Eric, shaking her head and saying, "Oh, we got publicity tonight, that's for sure! Bad publicity! We'd be in the papers anyway! That was our biggest concert!"
"But people were booing at us!" Stormer pointed out to Pizzazz. "We would have been in the papers, but it would have said that people hated our performance! We would have gone down! But Eric brought Jem, and she saved us!"
Stormer turned to him. "Eric, thanks!"
"That's not why I brought her!"
"It better be!" Pizzazz replied. "Why else would you be hanging around with that goody-two-shoes?"
"You two left me behind at Roxy's funeral. Jem was there, and she saw me alone. I wouldn't have been at the concert if it weren't for her."
Pizzazz squealed with rage, bringing her fists close to hr sides. "Driver!" she yelled. "Pull over!"
When the limousine had come to a halt by the side of the road, Pizzazz reached over Eric and Stormer to open the door next to them.
"Get out!" she demanded, pointing to the sidewalk. "I refuse to ride with a traitor!"
"But Pizzazz!" Eric protested.
Pizzazz threw another fit before digging her heels into Eric's torso. Thrusting all her weight at him, she kicked him out the door. He landed on his back, gazing up at Pizzazz from the gutter.
"When you come to your senses," she told him, "come crawling back. So long, Eric!"
The limousine sped off, leaving Eric behind in its dust, without anywhere to go.