Wh-Where am I? Wally thought as waking out of bed. He wasn't in his large wrestling ring though queen-sized bed in a giant sport themed bedroom. The walls were a neutral tan, had sport posters all over the wall, autographs of famous sport legends, and trophies and medals everywhere.
Did the guy's decorate my room as a late birthday gift? Wait…my room is 20x larger than this…and they hate me. Wally thought, hopping out of bed and running to the white door to see what uncanny place he was in.
He walked out the door and saw hardwood floors that led to a giant living room, 2 bathrooms, another bedroom, and a HUGE kitchen. Well, whoever lives here has a nice shin-dig. Wally thought, while passing a mirror on the wall. He then came to a stop and returned to take a glance at his reflection.
The person who was in the mirror was a tall, blonde haired, green eyed man. The man was a bit scruffy on the face and had gelled up hair. He checked out the body of this man, he was lean and muscular. Wally looked down at his body then looked up in the mirror. Two and two finally made sense to him. "Aah!!!" Wally screamed, he then placed his hand on his throat- he had a deep voice.
"'ello there, mate. 1, 2,…3, 4, 5. Crud. Cruddy crud, cruddy crud crud." Wally started to say, experimenting with his new voice until he heard a knock at what he supposed was the front door. Being fairly decent in a shirt and knee shorts he walked up the front door, ready to interrogate whoever this stranger about this strange world.
Wally walked over to the door and opened it cautiously, suddenly a red-haired woman practically runs in yelling.
"Why aren't you ready yet?!" The woman yelled in a Scottish accent. "You were to meet me downstairs, ten minutes ago! Get your blue suit, your uniform, and come on! You have a hockey game to play in four hours!"
"Hockey? I play hockey?" Wally questioned, not believing his ears.
"Yes, nimrod. You're Wallabee Beatles- sports athlete from NFL quarterback to being known as "The Aussie on Ice," and if you wanna stay Wallabee Beatles, sports star, you'd get ready!" The red haired woman retorted.
"Wait…don't mind me asking, but who are you?" Wally asked as gently as he could without sounding retarded.
"Francine, your sports agent for the past 6 months." Francine replied harshly. She then came to Wally and wrapped her freckle infested arms around his neck. "As well as your girlfriend for the past 2 months." She said softly, positioning her head and face for a kiss.
Wally jumped away from her in total shock and disgust. "Fanny? Girlfriend? No, no, no I could NEVER have you as a girlfriend your so…so---"
"So what?" Fanny said anger written on her face.
"Your so…so…out of my league." Wally said, trying to say it as convincible as he could (Hey, she was the only one who could direct in him in his life, for now that is).
"Aww…I love it when you say nice things." She replied, running up to him and giving him a huge hug. "Now… GET READY! Meet you downstairs in the guest lounge, boo." She promptly let go of him and left through the front door.
She definitely is bipolar. Wally thought to himself, he proceeded to the room that he woke in and opened a door that was in it. Inside he saw every woman's dream closet. It was the size of a bedroom. There were sport jerseys hanged everywhere, suits, shoes of the same kind but in different colors, basketball shoes, polos, dress shirts- his closet was a store!
He chose a navy blue pin-striped suit, a light blue shirt, and white basketball sneakers. He then proceeded out of the closet and into his master bedroom. He saw next beside his bed was a sport duffel bag, packed with a jersey and hockey gear. He did as he was told, as much as he hated it, and left the apartment and came into a hallway.
He came up to the elevator doors and went inside, pressed the down button, and stood awkwardly next to a little boy. The little boy had to be at least 12, he had brown hair in a bowl but, and blue eyes. The little boy was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and basketball shoes. He noticed in the boy's hand was a basketball.
"Ah loike your kicks." Wally said softly.
"Thanks…I like yours too." The kid said softly, "Why are you talking to me, you never talk to me." The kid asked bluntly.
"Ah guess ah just have never noticed you before. Ah guess ah'm just a jerk that way. Ah never notice what…or who…is roight in front of me." Wally said, guessing the first sentence, speaking in honesty in the second and third.
"Yeah, me too- sometimes. My name's Zack," the kid said. Sticking out his free hand for a handshake.
"Mah name is Wallabee, but you can call me Wally." Wally said smiling sincerely, shaking the kid's grip firmly.
"I know who you are- you're a sports legend!" Zack said enthusiastically. The elevator suddenly came to a stop and the doors opened quickly. "Nice talking to you, Wally." The kid said, running through the building's lounge.
"What are doing? Come over here!" Fanny yelled from the doors leading outside. Wally took his duffel bag over his shoulder and started to run to her like a stray dog. "About time."
Fanny took out her cell phone to answer a call, while at the same time yelled for a taxi. Wally couldn't believe his eyes. He lived in a city as big as New York. *Charlesboro has definitely grown in *18 years.
A yellow taxi soon pulled up and the two jumped into the back seat. The car's back seat smelt like pizza and was dirty. However, Wally was more interested and surprised when he saw who was driving. "Hoagie?"
"Yeah, my name's Hoagie, what's it to yuh?" he said in a some-what Boston accent.
"Dude, it's me…Wally…Wallabee Beetles!" Wally practically screamed, making Fanny give him the evil eye while still talking on the phone.
"Yeah…I know. I thought you forgot about me years ago. Though, I have to thank you when I called you about getting my Pilot's license. You're the one who said, "No, become a taxi driver instead. You wouldn't get the food you needed when driving the plane and crash it cause of a mental breakdown." "Just thanks, Wallabee-otch. Now, where am I driving you guys?"
"Stop complaining- take us to the Angels Hockey Arena on West Boulevard. Now stop complaining about you past and just drive!" Fanny shrieked. The drive on trip there consisted of Fanny yelling into her phone, Hoagie staring at Wallabee through the mirror on the windshield, and Wally slumping in the seat and looking out the window. About 10 minutes later the car came to a stop in front of a giant dome.
"Here's your stop, the total is $22.78." Hoagie said bitterly, Fanny handed him the change, hopped out, and slammed the car's door while making her way into the dome.
"Listen, Hoagie. Ah don't know what happened to me. If ah said all that to you in the past, Ah am sincerely sorry. You should go and become a Pilot. Ah have money and Fanny can hook me up with the connections, ah'll pay for you to become a Pilot." Wally said, looking over Hoagie's shoulder.
"Pftt…I'm already 30, making a living driving a car all day, and can barely make a living to pay off my mortgage." Hoagie complained.
"Pilots get paid good, Ah'll cover your mortgage for a month and other expenses, and who care's if your 30! You still have the rest your life to live, so live it right!" Wally said enthusiastically, he then heard Fanny calling for him. "You know where to find meh if you want to reconsider the deal. Bye, Hoags." Wally said sincerely, jumping out of the cab and into the dome's doors.
Leaving Hoagie completely speechless. "Maybe I will…" Hoagie said to himself.
So, I tried to really add some new elements into the story. Hoagie never does complete his dream to become a Pilot because of Old Wally, while New Wally encourages him to achieve it.
* Means I don't know or change something.
The * in this story is by Charlesboro, for the record I have idea what town they live in. Just to be punny, I named the city's hockey team "Angels" just so they would be called the "Charlesboro Angels" similar to the famous "Charlie's Angels." Sorry if that makes no sense to anyone else but me.
* 18 years- I'm changing the age of 20 to 30 like in the movie. 20 would be harder to write about since their in college and their lives really wouldn't have started yet.
In the next chapter I'll introduce either Abby or Nigel, maybe both.
Also thanks everyone for the many lovely comments, it really motivates me to continue to write.
Keep reviewing and suggesting Ideas,
-Kenge
