A/N: Idea hitting me in the head with a hammer and I just needed to write it down! First story!
Hope you guys like it!
Missed The Flight
Flight 54 to Los Angeles, California. Now boarding.
The Dawlton family was off to Los Angeles for summer vacation. The family of 5 was frantically trying to gather up their carry-ons to board. Angela Dawlton, the mother of the rambunctious kids, was busy with her loving, but stubborn husband, Dylan Dawlton helping their 6 year-old daughter, Adrianna Dawlton, get settled for her first flight. The 10 year-old older, but younger son, Murphy, was just sitting boredly on the seat, waiting. The oldest one, had wandered off to buy some food before the flight.
Baily Dawlton a.k.a Babydoll, the eldest of the Dawlton kids, was standing in line of a pretzel stand, headphones securly on her ears and the music of Let Go by: Red blasting in her ears. Making it almost impossible to hear anything farther than 4 ft. away from her, the flight information from the intercom was just muffles of conversations to her.
"Where is Babydoll?" Angela asked her husband worriedly.
Dylan glanced around, seeing no sign of Babydoll, nor her suitcase, "I think she's already in the plane. We've been pretty busy with Adrianna and she is not a patient girl."
"Can we go now?" Murphy whined, pouting.
"Yes, let's go. I think you sister is already in the plane," Angela explained to him, holding Adrianna's hand and rolling her luggage behind her. Dylan held onto Murphy's small hand and both their luggage strapped onto the poor dad.
In vain, they thought and predicted for Babydoll to be on the plane, safe and ready, but in reality, she was still in line, waiting.
Heffley Family
Susan was ultimately excited for this terrific family vacation. She had finally saved up enough money, with the help of her catalog and husband, to go on this trip. Frank, on the other hand was just stressing out on what chaos may go on there, especially with the kids, but he held on for his wife's sake. Greg, was excited, but upset that his best friend, Rowly, couldn't go and to top it off, he had to spend a whole summer with Rodrick and Manny. Two of the most annoying guys ever known to him. Manny was in his own little world of torturing his older brother Greg by blaming all the touble he'll cause himself. Rodrick well...he was just flat-out miserable for this trip. He wanted to stay home and pound on his drums until his ears bled, cause hamock amongst people for fun, and to flirt with the ladies. Not go on another dumb family 'fun time'. At least he gets the chance of toying and teasing Greg. He's got a lot of pranks up his sleeve indeed. Suddenly, he felt his phone ring. Ben.
"Whattup!" He greeted into the phone.
"Du-hu-hu-de, guess what! I hear that there are agents in LA!" Ben stupidly said to Rodrick.
"No!" Rodrick sarcastically drawled, "You're such a stupid-ass sometimes man."
"Oh shut up. Maybe if you find an agent there, you could probably hook us up for a record deal!"
That snapped something in Rodrick. This could be his chance, probably his only chance to find something part of the performing/famous industry. They finished up the excited, school girl squealing, conversation and Rodrick caught eyes of the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen in his entire life.
Glowing blue drumsticks.
But damn, do they cost alot! Well, for him. He doesn't know about anyone else. Time for a plan, a rather lame plan actually.
"Hey snot breath, I bet you don't have the guts to steal those glowing drumsticks," Rodrick snickered, smacking his younger brother on the back of the head.
"Ow! Rodrick! Stop it!" Greg yelled, his family fixing Manny up in his car seat for the plane.
"No, doofus, now do you have the guts?" Rodrick smirked, the intercom blaring out that their flight to LA was boarding.
"No, and you're just teasing me! Why don't you get it?" Greg replied tiredly, turning away.
"Fine!" The older one mimicked Greg's pitchy voice from the lack of puberty.
Rodrick walked away with victory to prove his brother wrong. Making it over to the counter, he subtly took the drumsticks in his hands and slipped them into his pocket, covering the sticks with his shirt.
This was Greg's chance to do a dumb, extremely dangerous, but worth it idea. "Dad, mom! Let's go! Rodrick's already in the plane!"
Susan and Frank did an 'oh' face at Greg, "Your brother is in so much trouble."
"Oh, I know..." Greg chuckled maliciously.
Rodrick had said to Greg he would only steal the drumsticks, being caught red-handed wasn't part of the deal. The cashier took them right out of his pocket, making Rodrick a bit amused. He had to speak to the boss in a very claustrophobic and grey room. A.k.a the storage room. Personally, he was used to the scolding of strangers too. Now, he left the gift shop, satisfied, but irritated he won't be able to show Greg th-
Flight 54 to Los Angeles, California is now dpearting.
Holy. Crap. He is so going to have mom's heel up his ass so far it'll end up in his mouth! But had a feeling a certain, particular 12 year-old boy who was now a sitting duck had something to do with this.
Greg, be ready to say hello to your tombstone.
Dawlton Family (Plane)
"You said Babydoll might have been here!" Dylan hysterically exasperated, along with Angela.
"No! My poor babygirl! You have to delay the plane!" Angela pleaded to the flight attendant.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but once the plane doors are sealed, there's no one that gets off or in,"
Angela opened her mouth to say something, but another woman got in the way. She had midway brown hair, horn-rimmed glasses, and a very strict, but teary face. "Excuse me, miss. You have to stop the plane! My son is still in the airport!"
"Ma'm like I said, once the plane doors ar-"
"I don't care!" Susan shrieked, Angela nudging the mad woman.
"My daughter is in there too!"
"So, you know exactly how I feel!" Susan exclaimed, then the two raging mothers turned back to the attendant.
"You two, enough! Now, if these two get together. I bet they'd be able to make it to LA without a plane," Frank assured, staring at the attendant. "Can you book them on the next flight to Los Angeles?"
"I'm sorry, but from all the over-booking to that city and state, there isn't going to be a flight until 4 days," The attendant sulkly replied. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry you two, we'll fly off to LA, and I bet they're gonna give us a call soon," Dylan added in a calmy tone. The two families were sitting right beside eachother in the rows.
"What is your daughter's name?" Susan asked Angela curiously.
"Her name is Baily, but we call her Babydoll. What is your son's name?" Angela was a bit better knowing her daughter might not be alone.
"His name is Rodrick, and I'm Susan Heffley by the way," Susan held her hand out.
Angela took it with glory, "Pleasure, I'm Angela Dawlton."
After that, they introduced the rest of the family until the plane started running. They strapped their seatbelts on and wished the kids a good luck.
But they could only hope.
Babydoll's POV
Stupid! Why didn't I hear the intercom go off? Oh yeah, the damn headphones! For the first time in my life, I regretted wearing them and I wanted to rip them in half with my bare hands. Stay calm, if I find a ride there, it'll only be approximately 31 hours to get there. I finished my snack then went to go back to the seats and saw my family gone in thin air.
My head glanced around for any signs of LA and driving. Who am I kidding? Like there was some coincidence that someone forgot their flight and had to drive to LA!
"Yeah, mom, I'll just drive there! It'll only take a couple hours on the road...no, I will not stop by for corn dogs...and tell Greg he's dead to me...wait..no mom bucks..What? No!" A guy, whom was pacing around like a wild hyena and yelling desperately into his cellphone. He shut it off frustatingly and sat down on a seat, looking overly stressed.
Woah...weird. If I ask for 100 dollars will you give them to me fate? No, stupid. Grah! My mom had my phone when she took it away last week for over texting my limits. Okay, focus on the topic Babydoll! Gulping down the awkwardness, I tapped the guy on the shoulder and smiled nervously.
"Uh, hi. I overheard your conversation on the phone, not that I was eavesdropping rudely, but I need a ride to LA because I missed my flight too and I was wondering if...you know..." I prompted with a sheepish smirk.
"Aren't you that girl from my Biology class?" He chuckled, pointing at me in realization.
Huh? Wait a minute. Holy shit. No way, he's... "Y-you're Rodrick Heffley right?"
"Yes, the one and the only. You're...Daily Bawlton?" He guessed and my face turned beat red.
"Haha, it's Baily Dawlton. You switched it a little," I explained to him lightly and jokingly.
"Oh my bad. So, Baily-
"Please, call me Babydoll," I inturrupted with a wide grin.
He smirked, nodding approvingly,"- you were asking for a ride from me?"
I contemplated for a moment, but nodded, "Yeah, mind giving me one? My mom is probably having a spazz attack right now."
He snorted, getting up and guiding me over to the exit, "You should've heard my mom on the phone. She acted like the plane was about to crash down at the sea."
I laughed and felt...like I was enjoying this. "So, uh..yes or no for the ride?"
He rubbed his chin in deep thinking mode, "There will be a fee."
"You're serious? I have to pay you for this?" I scoffed unbelievably.
He shrugged and started to walk, "Okay, good luck finding another out of the blue ride to LA-"
"But...uh..ugh! Fine! How much?" I groaned, stomping my luggage on the ground.
"80 dollars."
I sighed, starting to pull out my wallet from my over the chest purse, but stopped midway to smirk at Rodrick. "I'll give you the money, once, you get me to LA."
"What? Why?" His voice went up an octave. It was attractive for sure. Wait..what?
"Because, I..." I really did not want to say it. Just not right in front of his face.
"You don't trust me, don't you?" We reached a bike stand with a line of motorcycles. "Well, which one you wanna ride?"
"I do trust you...not that much, but I do...someway and what? We're gonna steal a bike? God knows who these bikes belong to! Probably street thugs that'll be able to kill you with a punch!" I pointed out as a disturbing image of a scary looking biker coming up and gutting us like a fish. Ouch.
"Don't worry! Let loose and have fun!" He chuckled, pulling something out of his pocket and picking at the lock of one of the bikes. I stood there, checking around for any signs of a man with grey hair and a beard, black sunglasses, and a leather bomber jacket. Sort of my vision of them. I heard a click emitt from the lock, Rodrick whispering 'yes!' when the lock unlatched and fell to the ground.
"Please don't kill us during this," I mumbled once he started hotwiring the chords. The engine started with a strong purr and roar in pride.
"I promise I won't let anything happen to you," He threw me a helmet before he stuck one on. I slipped onto my head and strapped it beneath my chin, getting on the seat behind Rodrick and vining my arms around his waist. He revved the bike up and I heard a laugh. "I hope."
My eyes widened as he backed up, and the motorcycle below started running at an exhilarating speed. We zoomed out of the airport, Rodrick swerving around slightly. Oh my god, we're gonna die! I whimpered once we hit a busy highway, but luckily, my steerer peeled in between cars in and out. Maybe he wasn't so rebelious about this. I shrieked when he pulled the motorcycle up to do a wheelie for a good 3 seconds. "Rodrick! Stop it!"
"Woohoo!" He cheered, zipping down the streets and highways. This guy will be the end of me. A day and a couple hours together isn't going to be pleasant at all. Turning a corner in the good neighborhood, a white, simple house came into view. He parked us in front of the driveway and turned the engine off by doing I don't even want to know.. We got off of the bike, and pulled our helmets off. "See, wasn't that fun?"
I shrugged, laughing and nodding, "Yeah, it was, other than the fact you tried to do a wheelie."
"Are you kidding me? That was the best part!" We padded up the stairs of the porch so Rodrick could retrieve his keys and to pack some supplies for the trip. He put his hand on the door and tried to twist the knob, but all I heard was a forceful creak.
I blankly stared at his bewildered and hesitant face, I sighed, "The keys to the house are with your parents, aren't they?"
He cocked a smile at me, "Yeah..."
I cried out, "Great! Just great! How are we going to- wait..I have an idea!"
My eyes fell upon an aluminum bat laying carelessly on the lawn. Rodrick's eyes followed where mine was and he scoffed in disbelief, "No way, you're serious?"
"Well, it's our only way and there's a good reason for it," I said, jumping off of the porch to fetch the bat. I gripped it into my hand and took a deep breath. Rodrick trailed behind me. I didn't want to break the window in the front, wouldn't want a burgler to get in. A gate to his backyard was at the side. "Help me over it."
He nodded, cupping his hands over one another and crouched. I stepped a foot lightly on the stack of hands and used all my strength to climb over the wooden white fence. "Careful not to-" I screamed as I lost balance and fell over onto my back, "-fall..are you okay?"
I could hear him snickering through the fence. Oh great, I forgot my luggage in the airport too! Yeah, you will notice how things just suddenly snap into my mind. I growled at Rodrick for a second before picking myself up. "Yeah, I'll break one of the windows and open up the front door so you could get in. Also, next time you laugh at me, I'll freaking castrate you."
"Ouch sweetheart," He muttered, the sound of rocky footsteps crunching on the floor.
I dusted myself off and bravely started searching the pretty backyard for a legit window. Finding one that led into the washroom, I drew my arm back, my eyes shut close as I lurched foward. The feeling of the bat break through what felt like thin ice. The sound of glass shattering and 'clinks' on the floor hit my ears and guilt surged in my veins. Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Heffley. Desperate times, calls for desperate measures. My eyes snapped open, the window now having a giant hole in it, shards sticking out. I carefully gripped the sill and threw myself over the side. I got up to my feet, reaching the door to whip it open. Hm...nice place!
"Kay, I'm in!" I called, running over to the front door, unlocking it and pulling it wide open.
"Dude, my parents are going to kill me," He sang when his eyes caught the bathroom window. After a few minutes of condolences for his precious window, he took his car keys from the coffee table. I headed into the kitchen, pulling out a paper grocery bag. We went into a full rampage looking for food to bring. We got out a cooler to put the ice and drinks in. Ending up with peanut butter, 3 bags of chips, 9 water bottles, 2 yogurt cups, paper sporks, 3 cans of soda, 10 Capri Suns and a pack of...
"Ew! Why?" I gaped at the box of sterilized condoms in the bag. I sure hope he isn't going to try anything! Perverted fuck face!
"Why? Scared of the 's' word?" He teased and gave me a seductive smirk. I shoved him away in disgust.
"No! It's just...nasty, okay?"
"So you don't plan to have kids when you grow up," He asked, an amused expression smacked onto his face.
"Rah! Enough of this dumb conversation! Let's just go!" I interrupted before this sex talk got anymore out of hand. "Do you have any emergency money for the trip?"
"...ugh, where did my mom say she kept them again?" Rodrick had trouble remembering the location.
"Godsake, kill me now!" I proclaimed in annoyance, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Oh yeah! It's beside the bible she always read upstairs in her room!" He clapped his hands when it hit him. He jogged upstairs and after 20 minutes or so, he finally came back down with a stack of money in his hands.
"Holy cow," I whispered by how thick the stack was. I took it out of his hands and ran my hand down it.
"Yep, now, I'll put in m backpack for safe keeping," He unzipped his backpack that was on the floor open. I gave the money to him, not really trusting it with such 'care'. He shoved it in and securely zipped it back up so he could hold it on his shoulders.
I took the grocery bag and intensly heavy cooler in my arms from the counter, but another pair slid them right out. "Wh-"
"I got it. Here," He said, giving me the car keys stomping out of the door. I pressed a button on the key, the car making a 'beeping' sound then the trunk popping open. Apparently, I hadn't notice Rodrick standing right behind it because when the trunk doors flung open, they hit him square in the face. He made a hilarious, laughing worthy face when he got hit, cringing back and holding his nose. He glared at me. "Ow! Babydoll, what the Hell!"
I bursted out giggling, and covered my mouth as he threw in the bag and cooler. "Sorry, that was just to freaking hilarious!"
He shook his head, opening his hand up for an indication to throw the keys at him. Okay, careful not to hit him in the face because I don't think I could survive that at all. With a flick of the wrist, the keys went flying right into his hands. He got into the driver's seat and started the white van that said: Löded Diper across the side of the sliding door. Interesting name. I had a feeling from Rodrick's lack of spelling that it was meant to be named: Loaded Diaper. So..where's the baby? I am talking to much to myself today...Oh wait, he forgot to pack saftey equipment.
"Hold on! I'll be right there!" I called out to him. He seemed genuinly confuse as I turned back into the house. I sprinted into their kitchen, opening every pantry, drawer, and cabinet there was. I caught eye of batteries, flashlights, a first-aid kit, some Pepto, and a thermometer. I found a lone purse on the counter. Mind if I borrow this first, Mrs. H? I weeded out all of the items in it and shoved the medical ones overcrowding my hands into it. I zipped it up and flung it onto my shoulder. I went outside, closed the front door and snaked out a bobby pin from my hair. Wait...I had that? NOOOOO! Retard! I broke the window for nothing! Heh well, Rodrick doesn't need to know that now does he! I dabbed it into the lock hole and rattled it inside for a couple minutes until a loud click was heard. Okay, good. I subtly threw the pin over to a shrub so Rodrick wouldn't see.
"Done yet?" Rodrick scoffed impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah, calm your titties," I assured him, opening up the passenger's door and jumping in and set the bag down at my feet. Oh god, what is that smell? I turned my body around to see the back without seats in them, a messy bonquet of gross shin-dags of random objects. What'd he do? Throw a party of slobs in here? "Gosh, clean up for once? You're a guy, I understand that. But this is not a guy. This is some lazy fat-ass who lives above his parents' garage and sits home all day."
"Well, excuse me miss drama queen," He feigned a girly voice of a British lady.
"You got a map?" I asked, oblivious to the fact the driver wasn't that...intelligent.
"I got a GPS," He pulled it out and gave it to me.
"Okay, do you know what hotel your parents are staying in?" I started fiddling with the buttons for directions.
"They told me, I just wasn't paying attention," He shrugged, putting his hands behind his head in a relaxing gesture.
I rolled my eyes and typed in my hotel: Worldmark Hotel. Los Angeles, California. I waited for the signal to swallow in all the information and the directions and map popped up.
"Okay, here, just follow the directions and if you need my help just ask. I'm pretty sure listening to some crappy voice of an operator isn't that hard," I sat back in my seat as Rodrick smiled sheepishly at me before putting his hands on the steering wheel.
"I don't even listen that well to my teachers," He whimpered cowardly.
I stared at him, ordering in a flat tone, "Just drive, the fastest route is to go through the I-40 West."
"Aren't we going to stop at a motel at night?" He asked me, wagging his eyebrows.
I smacked him on the arm, "Stop with your dirty thoughts, Heffley, and...that'll delay our trip..."
"No and so what? We need to rest, unless you want me to fall asleep during the drive..." He prompted.
My eyes widened and I shook my head, "No! No! Okay, we'll stop by for a motel at night, but we leave first thing in the morning!"
"YEAH!" He fist pumped in the air as if it was a new game console he was recieving.
"HURRY UP!" I shrieked, him regaining a calm state and his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel again.
Whipped.
He sucked in a chunk of air and pumped the music on and loud. Ear-bleeding metal music emerged from the speakers around me viciously. I can deal with metal, just not fucking maniac like this shit. He shoved his foot down on the gas pedal and we set off with a squeal of the wheels below. He madly drove down the neighborhood, my face paling each steer and turn we endured through. To get my mind off of this fatal trip, I pulled my earphones up to my ears and blasted Deadmau5 music into it from my ipod. Ahh...mindgasm. Finally in cloud nine, the car jumped up when he accidentally over ran a gutter. I yelped, gripping the door.
"Get used to this shit, Babydoll."
This is going to be a wild ride because I will never get used to this shit he was oh-so talking about!
A/N: Wahaha! The adventure has just begun with these two dysfunctional weirdos! Stay in tune for more! Who else think fate brought them together ;D .
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