Disclaimer: HOLY CRAP! I don't own Harry Potter!
Chapter 1 -
Chelsea ran through the cramped apartment she shared with her mother searching for her keys. She was suppose to be at the movie theatre to meet her friends twenty minutes ago but she had to go and loose the keys to her crappy same color as poop saturn.
On most days she would have been delighted to loose the keys because that meant being able to drive her mom's super cool pure white truck but not today. Her mom just had to go in early to work which meant if Chelsea couldn't find her keys then she was, in lack of a better words, totally screwed.
Chelsea flopped onto the blindingly bright green couch and buried her head into the cushions. Why did she always have to go loosing her keys? She would be totally fine with loosing her homework or her pants but she had to loose her keys? The keys to her mode of transportation? She could be so thick sometimes!
A sharp buzzing noise couple with a vibration shook her body. Thinking it was an earthquake, Chelsea dived farther into the plush couch sinking in between the cushions. She felt her cellphone jab at her butt and rolled her eyes at her stupidity. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her tracfone (Basically the worst phone in the entire universe) and flipped it open. One new text from Jacob.
Jacob was probably Chelsea's best friend in the whole entire universe. He had helped her out of many tight situations and they'd basically been through everything together, even that time where they got stuck in that giant vat of gooey pancake had gone to every single Harry Potter movie at least twice in theatres, and they always went to the first showing. Tonight was the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and there was no way in hell that they were going to miss it.
Without reading the text which was probably something like "Where are you?" Chelsea jumped up from the couch and frantically searched for her keys. She couldn't miss the movie because she wasn't going to let Jacob, or Severus Snape down.
"WHERE ARE YOU YOU FUCKING KEYS!" Chelsea roared roughly pulling open the top dresser drawer and searching through it's contents before slamming it shut and cursing like a sailor under her breath. If she didn't find those keys soon she would start screaming so loud that the people on the next street would be able to hear her. Ever since she was born she could yell like a foghorn.
Chelsea groaned loudly and hopped up on her window sill. She always did get her best idea sitting up there in the cool night just looking at all the car lights and bright signs. Her eyes locked on the familiar truck, her eyes widening and a goofy grin forming on her face. She slid open the window and waved energetically hoping to get the driver's attention. Oliver happend to look up to see the girl going completely crazy and knowing perfectly well that what ever she had in mind couldn't possibly end well, called up to her.
"Chelsea, what the hell do you want?" Oliver yelled sounding very aggravated, he was. She grabbed her cellphone from her pocket and scrolled down her contacts feeling incredibly happy that she had Oliver's number.
"Can you give me a ride? PLESE PLEASE PLEASE!" Chelsea texted. She watched Oliver pull out his own phone trying to gage his reaction. He could be a real prick sometimes but was he so low that he wouldn't help a poor sixteen year old girl get to the movies? Probably.
"Incase you didn't notice I'm kinda WORKING!" Oliver texted back glaring at his phone as if it was Chelsea herself. Chelsea rolled her eyes and quickly texted her reply.
"Your sitting in your truck, you call that working? I'll be your best friend!" Chelsea texted hoping desperatly that it would work. Oliver didn't have friends and she had been told before that she made a pretty kick ass friend.
"I don't need a freaking middle schooler as my best friend thankyouverymuch!" Oliver texted saying each word aloud as he typed them.
"Your driving me. I'll be down in five." Chelsea texted before sliding her phone back in her pocket and grabbing her purse off the kitchen counter. Oliver groaned and hit his head against the back of his seat. He could drive away but he didn't really have the energy to. Plus, what could be the harm in helping a hot girl? Maybe he'd get lucky, something that didn't happen to him...ever.
Chelsea skipped happily down the steps. She glanced down at her wristwatch. The movie started about five minutes ago but she already had her ticket and the chances were Jacob saved her a seat. It would take her about ten minutes to get to the theatre so she would probably only end up missing the previews which no one watched anyway.
She walked out the main doors of the apartment building and into the cold winter air. She mentally cursed herself for not bringing a jacket but decided that if she ran back in to get one Oliver would certainly leave without her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her towards Oliver's giant truck that he used to transport meat products all over the country for some company. The truck itself smelled terrible and Oliver was a bit of a pervert but it would get her to the movies and that's all she cared about at the moment.
Chelsea hopped into the car and slammed the heavy door shut behind her.
"Thanks so much for driving me Oliver." Chelsea grinned reaching for the seatbelt to find it had been ripped out and replaced with some linked sausages. She wrinked her nose and slowly retracted her hand before turning to face Oliver. "And by the way, I'm in the eleventh grade, not middle school!" Chelsea said hotly narrowing her eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah! You owe me!" Oliver yelled thrusting the gear shift and pressing his foot roughly down on the gas pedal. The car jerked forward sending Chelsea onto the floor.
"I'm not sleeping with you if that whats you mean." Chelsea joked. She could have sworn she heard him mutter "Damn" under his breath.
"I don't wanna drive you let alone touch you!" Oliver yelled angrily. He held out his hand. "Ten bucks. Give it." He demanded.
"Fine!" Chelsea grumbled sticking her tongue out at him before reaching in her purse and pulling out a crinkled ten dollar bill. She put the money in Oliver's open palm before crawling back onto her seat only for the truck to round another corner and send her back on the floor.
"This truck sucks!" Chelsea groaned not bothering to get up knowing as soon as she did she would be sent flying yet again.
"Hey!" Oliver said, clearly offended. "Don't talk about my baby that way!" he defended tenderly rubbing the dashport. Chelsea rolled her eyes and decided it would be best not to coment giving the current circumstances.
Chelsea eventually pushed herself back up on her seat to see that they were quickly nearing the theatre. Her skin began to tingle with excitement and she almost didn't notice the giant swirling portal open up in front of the car.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" Chelsea screamed latching onto Oliver's arm as he slammed down on the breaks. It was to late, the car started to slow but still went directly through the purple portal.
Here's the first chapter(: as you can see theres gonna be lots of swearing and crazy shit happening! YAY! Anyway, I'm not sure if I should make Oliver a main character...Should I just kill him off or have him go on the journey with Chelsea? I'm letting it up to you guys! Reviews?