Rugrats Teenage Novels & Stories

Screeching metal, loud pop music, and laughter blend into one overpowering wall of sound. Ben bounces up and down like a kid as we wait in line, and his hair flops into his eyes. I laugh—Ryan never let his hair get that long—and he shakes more down until he looks properly emo. I flip my braid over my forehead and fan out the hair past the ponytail holder to mock him. By the time we reach the front, I’ve basically forgotten the laser tag behind us. “Together or separate?” a bored teenager asks. Ben looks at me.

I remember those years and its scarier to think that now I'm the responsible figure. We're all doomed. The gym door crashes against the wall, the metal bar slamming. The commotion from my entrance startles the room and sound stops. A group of tall similarly dressed teenagers between the ages of twelve to seventeen huddle in the middle of the room. "What's going on?" I use my best adult voice. Fake it until you make it, at least that's what the band Seether taught me. Travis, wearing one of the center hoodies we passed out at the Holiday party and a pair of ripped jeans, steps out from the crowd. "Miss C., this dude says he's your boyfriend, but he dunks like an old man."

All they could have concluded was some kind of animals wandering did the killings as the vampires and werewolves did it in undisclosed. “Thank you guys for helping me out. I couldn’t do it without you.” I said as I was preparing my stuff for the Greendale trip. We intentionally do the trip at the weekend since we don’t have classes and our lacrosse team was doing better. I even forgot about Ina and how is she doing now. She’s happy with Roger so I didn’t interrupt their love story. “Nah, it’s nothing, dude. One for all and all for one.” Kevin eagerly replied.

TJ said before he can control himself. He can’t believe he is using the magic word” sorry” Not so him. “Am in Grade 10. What about you?” “Same here.What School?”Lucas asked. “Allen high school” “Ooh, private school...I attend Redwood high school” “Have heard of that school.it a great school” “Yeah I guess” “And hot girls must be there .....Am sure” TJ laughed. Lucas said nothing. “Just joking tho but if you need a girlfriend, you can come to Allen high, cheap girls are much” Tegga commented.

' He'd heard that statement a billion times. Just then, Asher jogged up to them. 'Hey guys,' he smiled at them but as he faced Rita his smile grew wider. 'Asher,' Rita smiled back, returning her sword to its sheath. Asher scratched his hair. Rita looked behind him and smiled sweetly at his younger brother. 'Hello Andrew,' she offered. Ryan saw Andrew some distance away with his small laptop. His face was an expression of boredom. 'Rita,' Andrew replied indifferently. 'So um, Rita I was wondering if we could check out that new fast food that's opening...,' Asher scrunched his brow thoughfully. 'Mel'o's something....'

Attorney Stevens had tracked the blogger. A suggestive name, BigByte that made the first post trailing thousand of viewers and comments about Zara was simply uncouth. The image of him when Nat saw him at the meeting room of the law office of Attorney Stevens, Attorneys-at-Law almost made him laugh. An overweight teen, probably 16, obsessed with video games, struggling to pay rent, feeding on nothing but burgers and chicken nuggets paired with fizzy drinks and zero chance at ever having a girlfriend.

Because this isn’t funny. “Okay, but—wait. This is teen pregnancy, right? This is literally the definition of teen pregnancy. I’m eighteen! Well I’ll be nineteen soon. I throw my head back and groan so loud I’m shocked no one knocks on the stall door to ask if I’m okay. “I am so not okay.”

I placed my head down and groaned loudly. Rita snorted softly. “Alex, babe, she’s a teenager. Teenage girls are like cats. One minute they’ll claw your hand off, the next they’ll curl up in your lap. They all act like bitches sometimes—it’ll pass.” “Wow,” Nico muttered, laughing. “Rita, the child psychology expert.”

Especially with her long hair cascading down over her shoulders like— “Daddy?” said Katie. “What’s teen masturbation?” Richard nearly choked. “Well, um . . . it’s something teenagers do, hon.” He sensed her watching him, and glanced up at the ceiling arches in embarrassment. “Sometimes. But . . . um, you don’t have to worry about any of that. You won’t be a teen for quite a while, Katie-Smatie.” Holy brown-ass cow. Truitt spoke quietly into Rich’s right ear, the side farthest from Katie. “They need a sermon on teen pregnancy.”

The rest of them quickly abandoned snack time to play follow the leader. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope I’m long gone by the time Grant goes through puberty.” Jonathan laughed whole-heartedly as he selected ingredients from the refrigerator. “I picture a lot of heavy sighing, a Keep Out sign on his bedroom door, and blaring heavy metal,” I said. “You described me as a teenager.” “Noooooo. I can’t see it.” “It’s the truth. It was a very brief phase, and I mainly did it to fuck with my parents.”