My Worst Encounter
What happens when one chance encounter changes the life of JD forever? JDA, ERA, DCA. CoxJD, Ellith, Turka
Warning: I will let you find out for yourself…first chapter has none.
Italics are J.D.'s thoughts.
Chapter 1
J.D. POV
I once imagined how I will be like when I was thirty. I always thought that I would have a wife and maybe even a child. I will have my own house and have three dogs and two cats, and one bird. I imagined owning a cool car and being popular. I never thought that I would be broke, homeless, and riding a scooter. It is kind of depressing thinking about how my life is currently but I most not give up. Life must improve; I just have to stay positive.
Still I never thought that my best friend would already have a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter and how Elliot is engaged to Keith someone who was just a sex-buddy. I never thought that Dan actually now has a girlfriend and is a manager at Save-Mart. I still have no idea how my brother managed to pull his life together. And his girlfriend is HOT! To think that the one chance I had to be with someone and have a child was gone now thanks to Kim. And Elliot, I still love her but only one somebody says they love her. It is like I only love her when she has boyfriend. I don't want to go that way anymore. Not that it matters anyways, she is getting married.
In fact that is why I am stuck in a car with Turk, Carla, and the baby as we travel all the way to Mexico. Why are we going to Mexico? Because Elliot said that she wanted to marry in Mexico. Yes, you heard me, Mexico. So here we are going to Mexico for a whole week and surprising Kelso let Keith, Elliot, Carla, Turk, and I go to Mexico for a whole week. Elliot later told us that it was a good thing that she worked at that clinic and found out that Kelso had a STD. All she had to do was remind Kelso that she knew about the STD and he immediately gave all of us a week off.
It was good until Dr. Cox came in and seemed all but happy that the five of us were ditching our responsibilities for a wedding that was wa-wa-way to sudden. Still here we are going to Mexico only five months after they got engaged, but only found out about the wedding three days ago. Elliot said we are going to Mulege, a small village in between two hills and a steam. It was supposed to be the most beautiful places in Mexico. Elliot was jazzed I was filled with jealously. Turk and Carla seemed a little uncomfortable around each other, I guess having a child really stressed their relationship. But I guess that is how life goes…
"Turk, slow down." Carla yelled to her husband as Turk made a sharp turn around a curvy road.
"Carla, I'm really not in the mood to be lectured about my driving skills right now." He said in a low voice.
"Chocolate-bear, Carla is right. Would it be too much to ask you to slow down a little? Think about your baby." I said jokingly making Carla turn around and glare at me. Instantly her eyes turn red and her hair stats turning into snakes. Turn around, for heaven sake J.D. just turn your head. I turn my head to look down at Isabella to see her with red eyes and little snakes. Oh my god, she is just like her mother push yourself out of the car J.D. save yourself!
"Stand down devil woman." I yelled to Carla who immediately looked at me as if I was crazy.
"Hey, who are you calling a devil woman." Carla asked me and I immediately shut my mouth from not only Carla's mouth but Turk too.
I'm sorry…I'm so sorry." I mumbled as I looked over at Isabella again.
"Its okay, Bambi. I'm just so mad at Elliot for not telling us about the wedding sooner. I mean how could she plan a wedding three months ago and forget to tell us until three days ago."
"I know honey. I don't understand it either. But at least Kelso let us go."
"Yes only because when we get back to the hospital we all have to do hours at the free clinic and we only do half-time shifts with no overtime for the next month." I said to my friends who both sighed. That really sucks. After Isabella was born the couple had a hard time keeping up with finances even though Turk was a surgeon and Carla was a nurse. In fact this trip may be damaging to not only their finance but mine too. Yes we may be doctors and nurses but school loans were taking a huge chuck of all our paychecks.
"Oh well. Let's look on the positive side at least we are taking a vacation." Turk said to Carla.
"Oh yeah, traveling to Mulege for a wedding is a great romantic get-away." Carla said wiping the sweat off her face. It was ninety-eight degrees outside and the air conditioning kicked off about 1,000 miles ago. They went to a car repair place but it was closed so they decided to keep going until they found another car repair business but they couldn't find one in Mexico. Carla and Turk both just wanted to get to Mulege so they can get Isabella into a cool hotel room but the problem is they still have another four hours to drive before we reach the city.
Finally at four O'clock Mexican time we finally reached the little village of Mulege. It was a gorgeous place, a tiny little village surrounded by a forest and a steam that leads to the ocean. This place was isolated from the rest of Mexico; i fell in love with the sense of peace of this little village. Carla and Turk only wanted to get their hotel room and fall to sleep; I just wanted to explore the village.
Still I found myself checking into my hotel room. It was a nice hotel room, no bugs crawling all over the place, a nice television, looks like clean sheets. Of course you could never tell…I sighed as I dumped my suit case into the floor and collapsed on the bed staring at the blank television. After sitting there for a couple of minutes I decided that I didn't want to stay in a hotel room by myself so I walked over to Turk and Carla's room. I stopped short when I heard yelling coming from the room and thinking the worst I ran to the door determining to break in the door and save my friends from whatever trouble they are in. Then I realized that the yelling was coming from Carla. Then I heard Turk yelling something and I sighed and walked away from their room and started to walk back to my room when I decided maybe I should get a drink.
The walk to the bar was probably a good fifteen minutes but I didn't care I needed a drink to calm down and think my life over. I have been trying to determine how I ended up living in a backyard in a tent while the girl who I still love, sometimes, is getting married to a man who wears a pink apron and cooks. Come on, even I is smarter than that. By the time I got to the bar I realized how I continuous messed up my life and wondered if my life will ever get better. I don't know why I am so down today, maybe it is because I am worried about Turk and Carla, I'm worried about how much they are fighting. Then there is the issues with Elliot, and then the patient that I had spent six months trying to keep alive died three days ago. I just needed a drink to get everything off my mind, at least for tonight.
The bar was small and kind of trashy but I didn't care as long as they made fuzzy navals I couldn't care less. I walk into the bar seeing the regular, a couple of pool tables, a long bar and a bunch of really stupid drunken idiots. I sighed as I avoided getting thrown up on by a guy who looked as though he was about to pass out. I continued walking and sat myself down at the bar and tried to get the attention from the bartenders.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could get me a fuzzy naval." I said to the bartender who nodded at me before he began to make my drink. I sighed as I sat on my stool and looked around seeing most of the people in the bar looked young maybe around sixteen to twenty-five. I looked at all the young people feeling old as I realized that it was the week that high school and college students were celebrating spring break. I almost laughed as I remembered my spring breaks-they were all the same. It consisted of watching cartoons and getting drunk. I almost felt like I was back at my first spring break of college in which I first met Turk. We meant in a bar and hang out for the whole spring break but then lost contract with each other until I found out that my roommate during my sophomore year happened to be Turk. We were both so surprised…
"Excuse me child, is this seat taken?" A deep voice asked me, I jump out of my memories to find a thirty-something guy taking a seat next to me. I shrug my shoulders at the guy before reaching for my very tasty drink.
"Is that a fuzzy naval?" The guy next to me asked and I immediately turn to the guy determined to tell him off but he just smiled at me.
"What are you a homo?" He asked me while he continued laughing at me.
"Why can't I have a fuzzy naval? I happen to like the drink."
"Boy, I'm going to do you the favor and get you a manly drink," The guy said before getting the bartender's attention and saying something in Spanish. Man I wish I knew Spanish, "by the way kid, my name is Jose Romaz.
"John Dorian." I said to the guy shaking his hand.
"Where are you from?" Jose asked me honestly.
"The USA." I said not wanting to tell anybody my city.
"That is cool, man. I'm from Chile. I moved here a couple of years ago."
"Do you like it here?"
"Not really, it doesn't get interesting enough."
"Yeah?"
"Then again it is cool seeing all the different types of tourist."
"Really?" I ask as the bartender brings two drinks to us. Jose raised his drink and asked me to do the same and I drank the drink. I have no idea what the drink was but it had to be the strongest drink I have ever tasted. The guy laughed at me as the bartender brought another two drinks. I sighed as Jose handed me one of the glass and I drank the shot in one slip. Jose just smiled as the bartender brought over a third glass and then a forth and then a fifth…
The first thing I felt when I woke up was a nasty headache that I know will kill me for the whole day. I looked around my room feeling happy that I was the only person in the room. I sighed as I ripped the blankets off of me and was happy to see I was still wearing the clothes I wore last night. I sighed in relief nothing happened last night, I mean if something happened last night I wouldn't still be wearing my clothes from last night. I lay back down on my bed and yawned planning to go back to sleep when my cell phone went off. I knew who it was, it was Carla.
"Bambi, it is time to wake up. Elliot's wedding is tonight." She said before she hangs up. I sighed again as I got up to take a shower trying to force myself to forget about last night and instead wonder how I can break Elliot up from Keith before their wedding. I never heard my cell phone ringing once, twice, three times, four times. I was about to check my phone for messages when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door to find Carla standing on the opposite side of the door. She smiled at me as she invited me to go to breakfast with her, without Turk, and I nodded my head as we headed down to a local restaurant.
"Okay Carla, what is going on between Turk and you?" I asked her as I took a slip of my soda.
"I don't know Bambi. I guess after Isabella was born we are just not that close to each other anymore. We both spend most of the day at work and when we are not working we are always taking care of Isabella and if Isabella is actually sleeping then we sleep too. The last time we had sex with each other was the day when Isabella was first born."
"I'm sorry Carla. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Can you watch Isabella once a week so Turk and I can have some time alone?"
"Of course I can watch Isabella, anything to help my two best friends."
The rest of the breakfast was enjoyable as we caught up with our daily gossip about everybody in the hospital. After dinner as we walked back to our hotel she talked to me about what she wanted to happen in her relationship and her worries about where her relationship was ending. I kept telling her that everything was going to be alright that Turk loves her and will do anything to make their relationship work. But after I walked Carla to her door and started walking back to my own room I couldn't help but worry about their relationship. What would happen I Turk and Carla broke up? I was so worried about my friend's problems that I didn't notice a box outside my door nor did I look at my cell phone which stated that I had three hundred and nine missed messages.
So this is the first chapter, what do you think? Should I continue? I feel kind of mad because the producers are thinking about putting Elliot and JD back together. Is anybody else sick of the producers trying to push those two together it is another Ross and Rachael. I like Elliot and Keith, I think they are a cute couple. Oh well, and JD and Cox are adorable together of course the producers will never put those two together but a girl could wish. sigh If you like the chapter review.
Sorry the chapter is so short, I promise you the next chapter will be longer and you might find out the reason why Elliot and Keith had to get married in Mexico so fast.