Do I Hesitate?

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Chapter 1: Moffatt Lady Marmalade
Written By: Danielle


The sun was setting peacefully along the horizon leaving an orange and red tint to the clear, deep ocean of a sky. Birds nestled into their homes in the branches of full magnificent trees and a cool breeze filtered through the warm summer air, feeling nice on the arms of Dave Moffatt. It was peaceful outside in the spacious backyard of the Moffatt home. Dave felt a complete sense of relaxation here.
Relaxation was something most seventeen year old boys took for granted. But not Dave and his brothers. They had a grueling schedule devoted to touring, recording, and promoing. He loved it, but often just wanted to relax in the calm beauty of the natural world.
"Dave, will you come in and help clean up?" his father Frank asked. Dave nodded, silently saying goodbye to the serenity and knowing that inside it would only be the opposite. Chaos if you will...

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"HE MET MARMALADE DOWN AT OL' MOULIN ROUGE STRUTTIN' HER STUFF ON THE STREEET!!"
"Clint will you turn that God forsaken song off the goddam stereo!"
"SHE SAID HELLO, HEY JOE, YOU WANNA GIVE IT A GO? OH!! AW YAH!"
"Get off the damn table, Clint!" Scott called, broom in hand. Clint snatched the broom from his brother and sang into it like a microphone.
"GIUCHIE GIUCHIE YA YA DA DA, come on Scott! GIUCHIE GIUCHIE YA YA HERE. Bob? MOCHA CHOCA LA TA YA YA. OOO YAH!"
Bob, smiling hopped onto the table to join in. "CREOLE LADY MARMALAAAADE!" the twins sang. Their older brother rolled his eyes and folded his arms, waiting for the opportunity to grab his broom back.
Almost exactly as he had guessed, Dave laughed at the chaotic scene unrolling before him. He entered just in time to see the first chorus of the Moffatt version of "Lady Marmalade," Scott's all time least favorite song. He laughed as his triplet brothers danced along the dining table as they attempted to avoid stepping on the leftover mess from the party that had ended only an hour before. Scott stood by looking unamused but deep down Dave knew he was.
"Oh YAY! It's Davey!" Clint called hopping down to let Bob sing the next verse. Clint pulled Dave to the table where the two hopped up and sang the backup vocals.
"Hey sistah go sistah soul sistah flow sistah," the belted.
Scott remained his stern look and his brothers knew they had to get him up with them to sing something or at least had to make him laugh. Bob began unbuttoning his shirt at the chorus and licking his lips like a stripper. Soon enough Scott bust out laughing and they pulled him onto the table all pointing at him when the chorus began to end.
"Alright, alright," he laughed taking a deep breath. "We come through with the money in the garter belts, let 'em know we got that cake straight out the gate, uh, we independednt women, some mistake us for whores. I'm sayin why spend mine when I can spend yours? Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry, I'm gonna keep playin these cat's out like Atari wearin high heel shows, gettin' love from the dude's, four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge!"
They all sang "Hey sistah, soul sistah, bettah get that dough sistah!"
Scott picked up a wine glass and went on, "We drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case, the meaning of expensive taste. We wanna giuchie giuchie ya ya, mocha choca lata, Creole Lady Marmalade, one mo' time Dave..."
"Marmalaaaaade," the sang "LADY MARMALAAAAADE! MARMALAAAADE!"
"HEY! HEY! HEEEEY!" Dave continued as he sang the verse most purposefully done by Christina Aguilera.
They went on with the end of the song when Frank Moffatt came in laughing.
"Christina," he said.
"Au Laaaaait OHHH!" Dave sang.
"Pink,"
"Ladaaaaay Marmalade!" Bob laughed.
"Lil' Kim,"
"Hey, hey, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh!"
"Mya,"
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh,"
"It's the Moffatts,"
"Baby," Bob sang softly.
"Moulin Rouge,"
"Oooh, ohhh, da doo da doo,"
"It's Frank here,"
"CREOLE LADY MARMALAAAAAAAADE!! YES AHHH!!" They all collapsed onto the table not caring that they landed on dirty paper plates and leftover drinks spilled onto them. They put a lot into that performance.
"I think maybe you boys should do a cover of that song in concert," their step-mom Sheila smiled, walking into the room.
"Nah, it wasn't that good," Clint smiled.
"Oh, I think it was," Sheila smiled. "And I got it all on video if you'd like to see for yourself." She withdrew a small video camera from her side and winked.
"You WHAT?!?" Scott cried. Even the triplets looked a bit irked. Scott jumped off the table and went chasing after Sheila who jetted into the bathroom and bolted the door shut laughing.
"You can watch it when this house is clean," Frank laughed.
"I don't want to watch it!" Scott cried. "I want to destroy it!"
"There's not much more destrying you could have done to the song," Sheila joked from behind the bathroom door.
"Heeey!" Bob called. "I resent that!"
"Yeah," Clint agreed. "I think it was pretty good!"
"Mmmhmmm..." Dave smiled sarcastically. "That was obvious Juno material, oh yes."
"Okay, okay, boys," Frank called to order. "Fun is done, clean up time."
A chorus of groans came from all around but the boys all went to their designated clean up areas and got to work.

Chapter 2: Daaayyum!
Written By: Jessica
"Dang Scott you sure know how to make a fellow look bad!" Bob teased nudging him in the ribs. Scott merely scowled angrily. After the party mess was cleared and Scott was pursuaded to let Sheila out of the bathroom, the family sat down to watch the homemade version of Lady Marmalade.
"Yeah well you just keep in mind who pulled me up on the table in the first place... ooh that would be you wouldn't it Bob?"Scott snickered as Bob stuck his tongue out at him and began to watch the rest of the video.
"Damn Dave you look big in this video!" Bob stated. Dave snorted.
"Well you know what they say. The camera adds 10 pounds."
"Well how many cameras were on you?" Bob exclaimed bursting into a fit of giggles, as did Clint who high fived him. Dave whapped him over the head savagely then instantly received a whapping of his own from Frank.
"Dad, it's his fault! He practically said I was... fat!" Dave pouted folding his arms childishly.
Frank then whapped Bob.
"There ya go. You're even. Now stop it both of you! You aren't fat Dave. You know that and so does the rest of the family. They just like to tease our lil poocky baby boy!" Frank cooed cradling Dave's head affectionately.
"Ok Dad you have officially scared me for life. Now please keep your hands away from my face and I wont have to open a can of whoop ass on you!"
Frank whapped Dave again.
"You watch your porky little mouth mister!" Frank said sternly. Dave frowned as his brothers and Sheila stiffled their giggles.
"Now dad, see here! I'm 17 years old and besides we swear all the time!"
Frank gasped and whapped Dave again.
"OWE Dad jeez! Would you stop that for Gods sake?" Dave asked rubbing his sore head. Frank made to hit him again but Dave squealed jumping from his seat. Scott wasn't minding this at all seeing as he wanted to destroy the awful video anywise.
Scott made his move for the VCR. He pushed stop and eject at the same time and took off with the tape.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop him Sheila he got the tape!" Clint squealed dashing after Scott.
Thump thump thump was all that could be heard from upstairs as Clint and Scott wrestled for possession of the tape.
Finally a cry of surrender rang out of threw the house. and a triumphed Scott appeared at the foot of the steps. Followed by Clint with a black eye.
"He punched me dad!" Clint whimpered softly touching his swollen eye. He quickly found out that it wasn't that good of an idea to have gone after Scott in the first place.
"Well, where did the tape go?" Sheila asked eyeing Scott suspiciously then looking back to Clint.
Clint couldn't help but grin at the circumstances.
"Well Sheila, he threw it in this big 'ol box of porn videos! And do you know roughly how many of them he has? We'll never see Moffatt Moulin Rouge again." He ended sadly. Bob and Dave giggled on the couch. Scott smiled proudly at his father who shook his head smiling.
"Scott... you really need to get out more!" He said turning towards the TV. He hit the power button then yawned stretching.
"Well I'm going to bed. It's..." Frank paused to look at his watch. "Almost 1 so I would advise you four to get in bed too." He said giving his idea the go by pointing up the stairs.
"Well jeez dad, why did you give us an option if you were going to make us go to bed anyway?" Clint asked again touching his swollen eye.
"Oh honey don't touch your eye, you should put a cold pack on it!" Sheila told him grabbing his chin to examine it more closely.
Clint pushed her hand away.
"No worries Sheila, I can handle a black eye!" He told her confidently.
"Uh huh sure you can..." Bob grinned pushing him slightly while climbing the stairs.
"Well I can!" Clint confirmed walking into his room and slamming the room.
He heard a faint chorus of giggles erupt just down the hall.

Chapter 3: How To Scare (And Annoy) A Moffatt
Written By: Amber

Scott was laying on his bed, trying to block out the sounds of his brothers. For some reason they had decided it would be great fun to go into the backyard and try to hula hoop while hopping on one foot and screaming at the top of their lungs. This resulted in a lot of loud laughter in addition to the screaming. Needless to say, Scott was not happy with their choice of entertainment. He got up and went over to his window. "Hey, guys, SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" he yelled.
Bob frowned at him. "We're only having some fun. Boy, Scott, you're such an old fuddy-duddy. Relax a little." He smiled innocently.
Scott rolled his eyes. "Ya know, I'd LOVE to be relaxing here, but when there are three whiny-voiced teenagers screaming and laughing right next to my room, it's not the easiest thing in the world."
"That's what earplugs are for," Clint yelled over the noise.
Scott sighed. He went over to his CD player, turned the volume way up, and pressed play without even being sure of what CD was in it. "Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know..." he heard the beginning of "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears. What???? What was Britney Spears doing in his CD player? Scott quickly turned off the music and stormed outside.
"All right, I've had enough! None of you are allowed in my room without my permission! First Backstreet Boys, then 3LW, whoever they are, then O-Town, and now Britney Spears?" The triplets had had some fun with his music in the past.
They just stood there and laughed. "Yeah, we won't go in your room anymore," Clint snickered.
Scott sighed again. They were hopeless. Didn't anyone respect his privacy? And his right to a little peace and quiet, or at least to listen to some music of his choice without having to check to make sure 'N Sync wasn't hiding in his CD player? He put on a Beatles CD and flopped back onto his bed. What to do, what to do? He hadn't expected to be bored this weekend. He looked around his room and his eyes lit upon his closed laptop, laying on his desk. He started it up and checked his email. No new messages. He then signed on AIM. Oh good, Natasha was on! He quickly messaged her.

sexyguitarboy83: hey!
butterflygurl123: Hey, Scott! What's up?
sexyguitarboy83: oh, nm, im trying to ignore the brothers
butterflygurl123: LOL, good luck. What are they doing?
sexyguitarboy83: there hula hooping
sexyguitarboy83: and screaming
sexyguitarboy83: and laughing
butterflygurl123: It's "they're," Scott.
sexyguitarboy83: yea, whatever :P
butterflygurl123: Got plans for tonight?
sexyguitarboy83: no, wanna go somewere?
butterflygurl123: Sure. What do you want to do?
sexyguitarboy83: we could c a movie or something
butterflygurl123: "c" a movie? Scott, you know how much that bugs me.
sexyguitarboy83: once again, :P
butterflygurl123: A movie sounds good. Want to meet at my house at... 8:30?
sexyguitarboy83: sure
butterflygurl123: Okay. :-)
They talked for a little while longer until Natasha had to go. Scott took the opportunity to check his mail again. What was this message? Had a fan gotten his address? He didn't recognize the name. Maybe it was spam? Not unless the spammer personalized every message. The subject was "Hey Scott." He opened the message. "Hey, Scott," he read. "I'm watching you. I love you Scott. I can see you right now. I like your shirt. I'm not making this up Scott. I can see your wearing a black shirt with a Canadian flag on the front and jeans which are fraying at the heels." Scott looked down. Sure enough, that's what he was wearing. He looked out his window. Nobody. It had to be some joke his brothers were playing on him.
He continued reading. "Meet me tomorrow morning at 10:00 at the park down the street. Please? I need you Scott. You are the air I breathe. The water I drink. Come to me. Love, your secret admirer."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." He went over to his window, leaned out, and yelled to the triplets (who were now having a staring contest), "Hey, nice email you sent me!"
"What?" Dave said.
"Nice note!"
"What note?" Bob asked.
"You blinked!" Clint exclaimed.
Bob just rolled his eyes. "What email, Scott?"
"The one you guys just sent me.. like some stalker note."
Dave looked worried. "We've been out here the entire time.. none of us have gone in since you yelled at us to shut up."
"Yeah, sure," he said. But now he wasn't so confident... they seemed like they were telling the truth. They seemed to honestly not know what note he was talking about. He heard the chime of a new instant message come. He turned around and saw it was an unfamiliar screen name.

iluvscott2000: hey, did u get my email?
sexyguitarboy83: what email would that be?
iluvscott2000: the 1 asking u 2 meet me

Scott ran back over to the window. All three of his brothers were still out there. There was no way it could be them. His heart started racing.

sexyguitarboy83: who are you, where are you, and how did you get my email address and screen name?
iluvscott2000: my name is mandie i was waching u b4 but i had 2 move bcuz u were looking around
sexyguitarboy83: my name isn't Scott, I think you're confusing me with someone else
iluvscott2000: haha, u cant fool me, i no who u r
sexyguitarboy83: stalking is illegal
iluvscott2000: so is runing a red lite but u do that
sexyguitarboy83: WHAT???

Now Scott was really freaked out. He had just run a red light earlier that day. No friends had been with him. As far as he knew, nobody he knew knew about it.

sexyguitarboy83: if you try to contact me again, I'm going to all the police
iluvscott2000: they cant do nething im not doing nething to hurt u
sexyguitarboy83: go away
iluvscott2000: but i luv u scott
sexyguitarboy83: you can't love me, you don't know me
iluvscott2000: sure i do i watch u so much
sexyguitarboy83: you have never met me, nor talked to me until now. you do not know me. please leave me alone.
iluvscott2000: no i wont, i luv u!!!
sexyguitarboy83: goodbye

He blocked her. Then he got up, closed his window and curtains, and sat back down on his bed. Mandie. A stalker named Mandie. What a typical teenybopper name. He had a stalker. Or was it some friend playing a joke on him? If it was, that person wouldn't be his friend very long. How could he know if she was real? The only way he could think of was to go meet her tomorrow morning. But no, he couldn't do that. That would be stupid. But then he'd be scared all the time, not knowing if there was someone watching him or not. "I'll ask Natasha what she thinks. She'll know what to do," he thought to himself. He checked his watch. Time to go over to her house.

Chapter 4: Love From Above
Written By: Rachel
Knock Knock.
Natasha opened the door. “Hey, lemme go tell my mom I’m leaving.” She went back into the house.
Scott glanced nervously behind him. No one.
Gads, I’m turning into a paranoid freak. He thought to himself. Wait, turning into? Wasn’t I one already?
Natasha came out again. “Ok, all set. Have you thought of what movie you’d like to see?”
They got in the car and began driving.
“I was thinking of that one that won all those awards… About those girls and Hanson and Weird Al? It’s playing at the Carran Theatre.” [A.N.~ Not a real movie… yet. Go to www.freespeech.org/stenchofevil for more details. ]
“Oh, yeah, that looked awesome!” Natasha smoothed out her frizzy black hair.
Scott glanced over at her for a moment, then thump!
He and Natasha jumped out of the car. “Oh my gosh, are you all right!?” Natasha keeled beside the girl they had hit who was lying on the ground.
Scott looked worriedly at her. “Oh man… look, are you ok? Can you get up? I’m gonna call 911.” He started to pull out his cell phone.
“No!” The girl whimpered. “No, I’m ok.” She slowly got up.
“Ok… Well, I’m really sorry… Do you need a ride? Here I’ll get the things you… Dropped…” He trailed off as he picked up a camera with a zoom lens and a pile of numbered film cartridges all labeled “Scott.”
“No! I’ll get those, thanks.” She hurriedly shoved the contents in her bag and tried to run, but Scott grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing, you psycho? You really scared me! I’ve been paranoid all night that someone’s been stalking me! I’m calling the cops.” He got out his cell phone and began dialing.
‘What are you talking about, Scott?” Natasha asked, confused.
“No!! No, please! I’ll explain everything! Just don’t… don’t…” She touched his hand holding his phone and pulled it down. He hung the phone up.
“Explain away.” Scott folded his arms.
“I… well, I…” She stammered.
“I’ll explain it for you. You’re a crazy fan that thinks she loves me and you pay off one of our backup musicians to tell you where I live and you somehow get my screen name and scare the shit out of me, and take creepy pictures of me in the shower, and other highly illegal things. And your name is Mandie.”
The girl shook her head. “No, I am not Mandie, but that is why I have been sent here.”
“What’s your name?”
“Alicia.”
A strange warmth came over Scott. “Where did you come from?”
The girl paused and glanced at her feet. “Boston.”
Scott could tell she was lying, but that didn’t matter. There was something so strange, so special about this girl that he couldn’t put his finger on…
“Umm… Excuse me for interrupting this beautiful moment, but shouldn’t we get out of the street?”
Natasha motioned to the line of cars behind them.
“Oh… Right. Hey, Alicia, sorry ‘bout what I said to you… Why don’t you come back and have dinner at my house?”
“What about our movie?” Natasha looked annoyed.
“Dinner sounds great!” Alicia got her bag and got into the car. Natasha glared at Scott, then they followed Alicia into the car and Scott headed home. In the backseat, Alicia looked out the window at the sky and whispered, “I’ll do my best.”

***

“So, uh… Alicia … Where do you live?” Clint was trying to make conversation.
“You brought home a STALKER!?” Frank took Scott aside and hissed at him.
"She's not a stalker!!" Scott hissed back.
“Um… I… I’m... Homeless.” Alicia hung her head.
Frank gave Scott a look. “Oh, pu-lease! That’s the oldest routine in the book. Really, Scott, I’d think you’d know better.”
“Oh, you poor thing!” Shelia clasped her hands. “You SHALT stay here TONIGHT!”
Alicia didn’t look surprised. “Thank you.”
Shelia motioned to Scott. “Uh, I’ll show you your room. I assume you won’t mind sleeping in the triplets’ room?”
“Don’t you mean, ‘will the triplets mind me staying in their room?’”
“Uh… yeah. Whatever.” He opened the door and began to detoxify the triplets’ room.
Natasha came upstairs and leaned in the doorway. “Phone for you, Scott.”
“Oh, thanks. I’ll be right back, ‘Kay?”
“’Kay.”
Once Scott had gone Natasha looked Alicia in the eye and asked, “What’s your deal?”
“Calm down!” She motioned for Natasha to sit on the bed next to her. “I have been sent her by… God. The Lord Most High, Yahweh, The Higher Being, Our Father… Whatever you want to call Him. Each person has a protector. A ‘guardian angel’, if you will. I am Scott’s.”
“But why are you here?”
“Scott is headed for some really tough times. I need to physically be here for him. Just floating around behind him won’t be enough.”
They sat for a moment in silence. “What are you thinking?”
“That you’re so full of shit it’s coming out your eyeballs.”
“Just wait! You’ll see tomorrow morning.”
“Whatever.”

Natasha awoke to the sounds of the city floating through her sunny bedroom window. She stood up and yawned.
“Natasha!” Her mother called. “Time to get up!”
“I’m up.” She said groggily and stumbled downstairs into the kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of Wheaties and a glass of juice and sifted through the paper for the funnies.
She lifted the front page and froze.

125 Killed in Theater Bombing
Last night, during a showing of, “The Stench of Evil,”
125 people were killed when the Carran Theater was bombed by suspected terrorists…
Natasha sat down, stunned.

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