Chapter Two
The first photo was old; the edges were slightly torn in places. The Majestics stared at it for a while.
"Isn't that the first time we all met?" Oliver asked, his voice soft. Four smaller versions of them smiled up at the Majestics from a hospital room.
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"Oliver, this is Enrique and Robert," Mrs. Polanski told her five year-old son.
The green-haired boy was hiding behind his mother as he peeked at the two other children. The older one with purple hair had an even stare, and he looked very serious. The blonde had a silly grin pasted onto his face.
Suddenly, another lady and her son ran up to them. She had bright red hair in a bun and the boy's red hair was sticking up in all directions. He was scowling.
"Sorry we're late," she said, out of breath. "Johnny wouldn't get out of bed this morning."
Johnny snatched his hand away from his mother's.
"I told you I don't need anyone to hold my hand anymore!" he said angrily.
Oliver gasped. Robert kept his expression the same while Enrique laughed into his hand. Johnny glared at the Italian.
"What are you laughing at?" the red head snarled.
"Nothin'," Enrique said, trying to look as serious as Robert, but the playful smile was still on his face. This only made the redhead throw a fit.
"Tell me or else!" Johnny started advancing towards the blonde with his fist drawn back, ready to punch him.
"Jonathon!" his mother snapped, making everyone look at her in surprise. "I asked you not to be rude to them." Her son grumbled something unintelligible and retreated to his mother.
The show of violence only made Oliver shrink away from the other boys. Enrique noticed and grinned at him.
"Hi! What's your name?" The greenette gulped and stepped forward a bit, remembering the talk his mother had had with him to be nice with the other boys.
"Oliver," he said quietly. Enrique's grin grew wider.
"Cool! Do you want to go play with Robert and me?" he asked hopefully, and started walking towards the park without an answer.
"I told you I only want to read my book!" Robert protested while he was dragged away by the Italian boy. Oliver looked up at his mother curiously.
"Can I go with them?" His mom nodded.
"Is it all right if Johnny goes with you?" the redheaded lady asked.
"Sure."
The playground was big, and Oliver could see Enrique tugging a reluctant Robert onto the swing set. But when the blonde saw Oliver, he ran over to him.
"Do you wanna play on the swings? Robert doesn't want to," he said, pouting.
"Okay!"
The two boys ran over. While they were swinging, Oliver could see his mother and Johnny's mother talking near the edge of the park, keeping an eye on the boys so the wouldn't cause mischief. Robert was sitting on a nearby bench, reading his book. Johnny was nowhere to be seen… not that it bothered Oliver.
"Oliver! Watch how high I can go!" Enrique shouted, swinging higher. "I can even land on my feet if I jump off!"
The blonde waited until the swing was at its maximum height, and with a huge smile on his face, Enrique jumped… And failed to land on his feet.
Horrified, Oliver watched his friend crash into the sand headfirst.
"Enrique!" he screamed as he got off the swing. The Italian didn't move. Oliver had never seen someone knocked unconscious. He ran to Johnny who had just appeared from underneath the slide.
"Johnny! Enrique's dead!" he cried to the Scottish.
"Where?" Oliver showed him. The redhead gasped.
"Let's get our moms!" Johnny commanded. Oliver nodded and turned to call his mom, except she wasn't there. Neither was Johnny's mom. Mom was kidnapped! Oliver thought. We're all gonna die!! Outside, it was getting dark and no one else was around except for their party.
"Robert! Robert!" they shouted as both ran up to the German. Luckily, he was still there and didn't drop dead like they expected him to.
"Yes?" he asked. Mother told me to be polite, even if they are a bit strange. "What is it?"
Both boys started speaking at the same time. The German couldn't understand a word they were saying.
"Will you be quiet and talk in a civilized tone!"
The younger boys fell silent immediately. Regaining his composure, Robert continued.
"Now, will one of you please tell me what is going on?"
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"Hey, where are the boys?"
Lily Polanski and Genevieve McGreggor (A/N: couldn't think of better names) looked at the park. The light was dimming and they couldn't see them. Lily sighed.
"Knowing Oliver, he probably thought we were dead when he saw that we were gone." She put her hand to her forehead as if to shade her eyes from the light. "Maybe we should have told them that we were going to get snacks."
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Robert stared at the unmoving body of Enrique. Johnny and Oliver watched, waiting to see what the older boy would do. Sighing, the purple-haired German moved forward to check the Italian's pulse. It was still there. He turned around.
"Enrique is not dead," he announced. The two boys looked relieved.
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked, peering over at the body. "He looks pretty dead to me." Robert rolled his eyes.
"No, he just suffered a concussion."
Oliver and Johnny nodded their heads silently, even though they had no idea what Robert was talking about. The German saw this.
"Just get your mothers."
"But they're not here!" Johnny cried out. Robert narrowed his eyes. What is this fool talking about?
"They are right over there," he said, pointing at a bench. Oliver whirled around to see both moms.
"Boys! It's time to go home!" they called.
"Mrs. Polanski! Mrs. McGreggor! It appears that we have a problem," Robert said. The said moms looked at each other, confused.
"What is it?" They walked over to find Enrique's limp form.
"Call an ambulance!"
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"Hi Enrique!" Oliver said happily as he, Robert, Johnny and his mom entered the hospital room. It was late, but all of them had stayed in the waiting room for Enrique to wake up. Mrs. McGreggor was trying to contact the Italian's parents.
Enrique was sitting in a white bed, grinning like he'd just won a date with Bianca, the girl he'd been asking out. The two boys surrounded the bed and pestered him with questions. Robert preferred to stay out of the way.
"Did it hurt?"
"I was so sure you were a goner!"
"When will they let you out of here?"
"Why are you smiling? You're in the hospital!"
"Nah, it didn't hurt at all!" Enrique replied smugly. "I could've handled it fine, just that I wasn't at my best today."
"Are you gonna be okay?" Oliver asked with wide eyes.
"Going to," Lily Polanski gently reminded her son. "Not gonna."
"Right. Are you going to be okay?"
"Of course I am! I've faced much worse than this. In fact, I bet I can run around this room without falling!" Enrique bragged.
"Really," Johnny said. "Then show us."
Enrique turned red.
"I didn't say that I wanted to do it now," he murmured. Johnny smiled smugly.
"You can't do it!" Johnny sneered.
"Can too!"
"Cannot!
"Can too!"
"Cannot!"
Oliver looked back and forth between the two faces. Lily Polanski looked on worriedly. Robert glared at them.
"Can-!"
"WILL YOU BOTH BE QUIET!!!!" the German roared, and the two boys fell silent. At that moment, Enrique's parents and Johnny's mom rushed into the room.
"Oooohh, are you okay Enrique?" his mother asked, crushing her son in a suffocating hug.
"Mom, relax!" the Italian said, pushing the woman away so he could breathe. "I'm as good as new!"
The lady smiled, then turned around to talk with the other two moms.
"I almost forgot!" Johnny's mom looked at the boys. She reached into her purse and pulled out a camera. "Smile!"
They did.
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"Ha! I remember that!" Oliver said. "I thought that Enrique was dead."
"Pfft. Whatever, just turn the page."
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Me: Wow, that chapter was longer than expected.. But I think I rushed the ending.. :P
Johnny: What the heck?! I'm too nice in this chapter!!!! .
Me: HEY! Are you the author?!
Johnny: *backs down* No....
Me: I thought so.
Enrique: Are you trying to kill me or something here?
Me: You wanted the dramatic role! Don't blame it on me!
Enrique: I didn't mean for you to send me to the hospital!
Johnny: Make me meaner in the next chapter!!
Enrique: Don't try and kill me again!!
Johnny: Why are we even working for you?
Me: Because I own you!! (Not really, Oliver, Johnny, Enrique, and Robert all belong to Takao Aoki..hehe)
Johnny: Grrrrrr....
Enrique: Liar!
Me: FINE. I'll make Johnny the bully and hurt Oliver instead.
Oliver: What?...
Robert: Please review!