Chapter 2: Is Like Chapter 1. Except Even Better.
Her sobs could be heard within a range of 20 metres. People who were on their way to work turned their heads to watch as the slightly hysterical bearded girl chased after the van.
"Whyyyy does nobody love meee? I'm prettier than Mark!"
"No you're not."
George stopped sobbing for a moment, "Shut up!"
"… No."
Unsure of what to do, George slinked off into a corner. Or slunk. Or she attempted to. The blue sedan hit her head-on, smashing her left foot into its iron grille, dragging her coat underneath its wheels.
Suffice to say, the driver didn't stop.
Nope, not even when it hit that damn flower van.
And in a convenient turn of events, George found her face bloody, missing four teeth, and plastered to a red-hot iron fender. Also, conveniently attached to the van containing her homeless companions.
"I knew I could catch that van" she shrieked, triumphant. Or she tried to, but since her mouth was wrapped around the tailpipe, it was a little difficult to get out.
And the missing teeth didn't help.
Sometime later – a few hours or so – the flower van finally came to a stop outside a giant grey windowless building. It was about six floors high. Maybe. It's hard to tell without the windows.
Maybe they just had a really high ceiling.
"Okay, so we've got those homeless guys that the guy wanted," a rich, masculine voice grunted, "so now what do we do?"
An equally masculine voice responded, "Take them to… which guy?"
"Whatever. I want out of this whole stupid operation. This crap doesn't make any sense anyway."
"Ok. Whatever." the other voice snapped, "once this is over, we can go home."
"… Together?"
"Well… I was waiting until the mission was over to tell you this…"
"Oh, Billy, do you mean it? Do you Billy? Do you?"
"Oh… honey… of course I mean it"
Rejoicing sounds were heard outside the van, accompanied to the sound of footsteps. Heavy footsteps.
"I'm so happy!"
The sounds were dim to George. Maybe because she was hearing them through one ear. The other was somewhere on the highway... along with a hell of a lot of blood. All things taken into account, she was lucky to be alive, let alone conscious.
"Hey… err… Sweety-pie? There's… a lot of blood on this side of the van."
"Don't worry honey-bunch. We probably just hit some… uhh… deer. Yeah. Deer. Nobody will miss them."
"Oh. But… they're so… so sweet… with their little feet, and… the little… uhh… legs…. Maybe we hit some pensioners. We just… brought him home! I bet he was begging to die."
"He? How can you tell gender by blood smears? It may have been some sweet old lady."
A sigh echoed loudly.
And… another. Louder.
"I knew it. Three minutes into the relationship, and you… you…"
The sighs were accompanied by sobs.
"You…. You…"
"… Oh… please… sweetie…"
More sobs.
"F-f-five minutes into the r-r-relationship and you… you…"
Louder sobs.
During this time, George was trying to get off the van she had 'caught', but seemed unable to move. She would have said something vague and confusing at this, but since her mouth was still caught in the tailpipe...
Anyhow, she was being completely ignored, because now the guy called Billy (well… it sounded like him. They were still on the other side of the van, and their voices were equally masculine,) was sobbing rather loudly, and quite femininely for a man of such masculine voice, and she cringed.
"H-h-how could you do this to me?!" he yelled in between sobs, "How could you break my heart like that?!"
"Billy, Billy, baby, it's okay," the other man tried to pacify him, but failed miserably, "I think you misunderstood! I didn't mean anything about that old lady! And you were worried about killing the deer!"
"That's-that's what you say!"
More sobbing.
George attempted to roll her eyes without bleeding some more. She was still wedged into the van, unable to move, despite how she attempted wriggle from her dent. How hard had she hit that thing? It was beginning to get a bit painful, what with all the… uhh… pain... and internal injuries... and external injuries...
"Billy… honey… it's alright," the now really panicked other man bellowed over the sobs, "Listen to me!"
For a moment there was silence.
"Don't shake me like that!" shrieked Billy.
"You wouldn't listen to me!" he protested, "You're the only one for me. I… I want to be with you forever. I always have."
"Yeah right. You said that to the… whoever he was just last week! I can't trust you! Especially if you're worried about little old ladies and… and… not me!"
"But you're right next to me! It's obvious that you aren't the one we ran over."
"That's what you say!"
"Honey… You're all I want in this world, I swear… I've loved you since the moment we met… four whole hours ago, when you were assigned to drive the van. Are you just going to forget… forget all those happy times we had together?"
The lack of blood was beginning to give its effect. Everything was accompanied to a motion blur. Despite the fact that nothing was moving.
But, deep within the van, something rumbled, apart form the now-familiar manly voices of Billy and… whoever that other guy was. Deep inside the van, familiar words were taking shape. Ooh. Dirty words. And… these voices were familiar too.
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AN: I am still in awe of your ability to actually read this story. Oh, and Anna wants me to inform you that, despite the fact that this account is for stories written by Mary, Anna and Aimee, Anna had no part in this.
She has never touched the homeless.