We have all heard/read the story of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by the late Douglas Adams. Well, this is my version. But, before we begin, I'd like to take you back to the first introduction of the trio (not counting Zaphod and Trillian)But in my story the character descriptions are based on the television series(1981)
Note- I am not Douglas Adams and I have not had any relations to him.
The clinking of glasses and merry chatter of people was all over the room of the Italian resturaunt. My best friend and birthday boy Arthur Dent approached me. You see, in grade school, during recess, i saw him running away from a mob of other students. he wasn't exactly "mr. Popular"; in fact he was a complete dork. of course, I intervened and got detention for breaking the biggest kid's their leader)'s arm. arthur was grateful and in turn saved me from that bully's comeback. We've been friends ever since. "Hey, Elizabeth!" he called, weaving through the crowd. I smiled at him. "Hello, Birthday Boy. Enjoying your party, I hope?" I asked him. He wore a traditional tuxedo, while I wore a simple, ankle-length dress.
"Yes, I am, thank you" he continued, "I'd like you to meet my best… er… other best friend. Meet Ford Prefect. He's from Guildford". As he concluded, a man, not much taller than me, stepped forward. He had wavy brown hair and strange electric blue eyes. He was also pale and had the face of an innocent stranger, but he had a tricky air about him, like a fox. Something about him was strange. Maybe his outfit;he was wearing a pin-stiped jacket, an argyle sweater, and a button down hawaii-looking shirt under it. He didn't blink much, at all really. I don't know. His features wern't descriptively handsome, but when you actually saw him... well he was rather handsome, it all seemed to fit on him.
"How do you do?" he asked very politely. I replied, equally politely, "Oh fine, thank you." Things are going well, I thought, so far.
"I'll leave you two to talk" Arthur backed away with a slight grin. So, Ford got me a drink, and we talked about normal things. You know, politics, the weather, the standards.
"Arthur tells me you're single" Ford said interestedly. "Oh he did, did he?" I shot Arthur a what are you setting me up for look. But, he was engaged in animate conversation with someone else. Too animate, it looked like. I'm getting a bit suspicious...
Suddenly, Ford stopped in his tracks. "I was wondering if you'd like to step into the back room, have a little party of our own" he winked. It was an unnerving wink, that brought out his sly air like a windstorm. I din't know if this was the work of alcohol, or if he was just a pervert. Ether way, I don't take crap. I gave him a look that said bitch, you did NOT just say that. I dropped my glass. "You sexist pig," I yelled, "I don't give a damn about what you do with other women but when you are with me you will treat like the lady that I am!" Ok, so I blew it. Ford just stood there with his mouth slightly ajar. I'm guessing no one's ever rejected him like THAT.
The room went quiet. Arthur ran up to us. "Is there a problem here?" Arthur panted, "it is my birthday you know, and I'd rather like to enjoy it!" There it was. That Arthur panic.
"Sorry Arthur, we were just having a little chat. Right Ford?", I answered, recuperating from that slight burst of anger. "What? Oh.. yes we were" Ford added (as if snapping back fom a trance), "right this way, madam." He held open the door for me. We went outside and continued as if nothing had happened. From that day on, Ford, Arthur and I became a trio, much like Harry, Ron, and Hermione. That doesn't mean Ford and I were happy with it, though.
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