:D HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE! I know I already have a Lizard/oc story..but much like those cat hoarding ladies..I want another :3
Here ya go!
Oh and the pronunciation is : Bow-Anne. Sha-none Hag-er-te ;]
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I sighed, sitting in the backseat of my best friends car, said friend driving the car, with my other friend in the passenger seat. I was sprawled out in the back, along with my wedding dress, and their bridesmaid dress/tux. I would be getting married in four days, and we were making the drive to Las Vegas, in always sunny Nevada. We had a small, white-trash wedding taking place at one of those walk in-churches and priests. It wasn't what I dreamed of as a little girl, but it was the best option for me and Louis.
My best friend-Silvia, and my other friend, Alan would be what I would love to call "man-maid."
Behind their car, a small camper was hitched up. The trip from our home in good old Maine had taken quite a long time. Louis was staying with his family and would be flying in with them for the wedding. I wouldn't have to worry, my family was all dead anyways. Dad with the cancer, Mom with pneumonia, no siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins or grandparents to speak of. Louis had a large family, all four grandparents, both his parents, three uncles, two aunts, at least 10 cousins and two sisters. What I call an explosive family.
On our way to Las Vegas, we decided to take the road less traveled, just like that somewhat annoying song. We'd been traveling through the New Mexican desert for a good long while, when we pulled up to a creepy looking gas station. The signs were chipped away with age, and 'trees' made from poles and empty booze bottle littered the side of the house like a forest. Silvia honked the horn obnoxiously, as Alan and I got out to stretch our legs. Even though we were in the desert, Alan and I wore dark jeans, something with Silvia mocked us for as we stepped into the small store.
Alan, with short black hair, thin glasses, tanned and eerily ghost like blue eyes, stepped into the store first, holding the door open for me. I stepped in, staying away from the honestly dirty conditions. Alan grabbed few bags of candies and chips before dragging me to the counter with him. Just like at the gas pump, there was no one at the register. I supposed that this was a one man operation. Alan slammed his hand on the little bell, and we heard rummaging around in the back room.
Alan was Silvia's boy friend, and they got along pretty well. He was from a good Italian family and she was born in Sicily. Both their families spoke fluent Italian which made me feel somewhat left out at times. Silvia's skin was a pretty caramel color, no matter how much or how little she tanned. She had curly brown hair and bright green eyes. Even though she introduced us as sisters, one look at us and you could tell we weren't related.
My skin was very pale, from being fully Irish, and my hair was a dark brown-almost black. My left eye was a dark blue, and my right was gold. Even though I was accepted into her family, it was blatantly obvious that I did not belong.
"Alan..don't ring it like a rude bitch." I said, flicking him in the elbow. He stuck his tongue out at me, continuing to hit the bell. Soon enough, a dirty looking old man appeared from the "door" of beads separating the store and the back room. His hair was gray, and his brown eyes were somewhat crazed. He wore a dirtied, once white-yellow shirt and some old, holey jeans.
"Watch' yer ringin' boy!" He snapped, taking Alan's bags, rang them all up and tossed them back to him in a clear bag with a smiley face on it.
"Come Back Soon!" Was written below the smiley face.
Uhh..I don't think so.
"Oh, and we also need gas..please?" I asked awkwardly, seeing the old man jump, and run for the door.
"Yes, yes. Sorry Ma'me." He said, his thick cigar in between his lips. I frowned, watching him walk towards the door.
"Woah! Mister! You're hand! Are you bleeding?" I asked, seeing the somewhat dried blood on the back of his hand. He froze, whipping his hand off on the back of his jeans.
"It's nuthin' lil' lady. Jus' tha piggie out back, got a lil' cut on him." He said oddly, escaping out the door. I smiled, running out the door and out towards the side of the house, where there was a little piglet tied up next to a bowl filled with food and water. I smiled, plopping down and gathering up the cute little thing in my arms.
"Bo! C'mon!" Silvia called to me, as she slipped back into the car. I patted the cute piggy a last time, and began skipping towards the car.
"A lil' skip 'n yer step, huh?" The gas man asked me, placing the pump back into the holster. I nodded, heading towards the camper.
"Yessir. Our little Boann is getting married. Isn't that right Bopeep?" Silvia teased, jinging her keys, a clear sign that she wanted to get out of here. I nodded.
"I'm gonna take a nap in the camper." I said, heading around to the back of the camper. I heard the gas man telling Silvia about some creepy sounding short cut, and her shakily agreeing to take the road. I knew she wouldn't, she was just trying to be polite. I grabbed the door handle, about to step into the camper, when something wrapped around my throat. I tried to scream, but a dusty hand covered my mouth. My muffled screams rang out, as I felt what seemed like a long, coarse beard behind me. The car, and therefor the camper, slowly began to slip away.
"Say bye bye girlie.." A gruff voice cackled in my ear and I reached for the camper, hoping that Silvia or Alan would hear or see me.
They didn't.
The car got further and further away, and the man cackled behind me.
"Nighty."
"Huh?" I mumbled through his hand, only to be smashed in the head by a strong fist.