hi, I'm a new auther, actually, I don't even know why I'm doing this. But hey, I was inspired, right? Anyway this is a song fic and mostly about Jamie, I guess. I wrote it real fast and all, and it's late. I really hope you guys know this song. It seems really lame just to type it. If it sucks, tell me. If it rules (unlikely), especially tell me. I'm not a good critic of my own stuff. Anyway, here goes, eh?
Waltzing Matilda
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
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"Hi Val, how was your day?" Alex asked, though his back was turned to her while he was arranging some papers.
Val Linear had weaved her way through the students at kingsport high to the EMTstation where she worked after a day that she considered to be,
"Horrible, awful, miserable, and," she looked down at her brand-new once pristinely white capri pants, which now sported a brand-new purple stain down the side, "RUINED!"
"Gee Val, what happened to your pants?" Tyler jovially asked her as she whisked by him, heading for the change rooms.
"Two words. Jeremy Wiener" She called to him while she changed.
Tyler knew his name was Weidner but decided against interrupting Val's venting. He knew she was a kind gentle person, but when someone actually pisses her off, watch out! Besides, he knew she had called him Wiener on purpose through an incredibly mature attempt at humour.
"The moron spilt iodine on me in chem class today…." Tyler lost track of her angry rantings but the words "can't believe it", "brand-new" and "IDIOT" could be heard through the murmur of noise in the office.
When she finally came out again wearing her EMT duds and angry glare. "well, look on the bright side, Val. Yellow wouldn't be as noticeable. Everyone knows starch turns iodine yellow." Tyler said.
Hank Beecham who had just entered the room stop and stared directly at Tyler, shaking his head slightly. "geek!" but he smiled, letting him know he was joking. They were exchanging a few playful punches when the EMT alarm went off. "Let's go, you guys!"
"Wait! Where's Jamie?" cried Val as everyone hurried inside the ambulance.
"We've got no time to wait for him, Val." Hank said as he hopped in the back of the
vehicle.
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After 3 hours, the 3 EMT's returned, weary. The accident had involved a burning condominium and there were multiple serious burn victims to take care of. They had arrived on the scene with no gofer on the team and it noticeably slowed things down.
Tyler and Hank came in dirty and exhausted and flopped down on the couch. Val on the other hand was still mighty ticked at Jamie for not showing at all and seemed as spry as ever, even if, god forbid, her hair was a mess. She stood in front of the couch.
"Where could he be right now? I mean, why would he just not come? I'm going to call him," she said and left the two others slumped in comfort. I'll do something about Jamie later thought Hank as he slipped into a nap.
"Aha!" cried Val triumphantly after finally finding Jamie's number in one of the EMT files. Hurrying to the phone, she dialled the numbers and waited for someone to pick up. After about three rings…
"Hello?" answered a pleasant sounding woman's voice. Hello Mrs.Waite thought Val.
"Hi, is Jamie home please?" she asked sweetly.
"I'm sorry, there's no Jamie living here."
"What?…oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number." She said while hanging up slowly. Val checked the phone number again and saw that she hadn't made a mistake. Why would Jamie give us a fake number?
By this time, determination had given way to exhaustion and her shift was over. So she decided she'd kick Jamie's ass tomorrow and went home to veg.