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Stranger Things Have Happened But Not Like This

Chapter 2: Ready to Die? Not Really

"So, which one of you wants to go knock on the door?" I asked as we pulled up to Stu's house. "I mean I would, but I'm sure that Stu hasn't told his girlfriend that I'm going with you guys."

"Why not?" Oh Alan. You would sound so cute if you weren't so creepy to begin with.

"She hates my guts," I shrugged. I don't see what that bitch's problem is. However, she is a problem that Doug, Phil, and I have had to deal with for the past three years.

"I got this one," Phil grinned before placing his hands around his mouth. "Paging Dr. Faggot. Dr. Faggot!"

"Well, that's one way," I giggled.

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"He's acting like one of those slutty vacation girls," I mumbled as Alan stood up and started screaming excitedly.

I guess Phil heard me because he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave me one of his grins. You know the one that screams I'm sexy and you can't resist me? Yeah. One of those. "Why don't you join him?"

"And flash my tits?" He nodded and I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. In your dreams lover boy."

"My dreams are much dirtier Maddison," he whispered. Damn that cocky grin and those blue eyes. And damn that shiver that ran up my spine. Before I could say anything, all of our attention was grabbed by Alan banging on the door of the car and yelling at the little girl in the car next to us.

"Vegas! Vegas, baby! Vegas! You're nuts!" How many times does he have to say Vegas? He immediately sat back down when the girl flipped him off, making the rest of us laugh.

"Come on, just till Barstow. Everybody's passing us."

"Absolutely not. I promised Sid. I will be the only one driving this car."

"Can I drive then?" I asked then pouted as my own twin ignored me.

"Besides, you're drinking."

"That hasn't stopped him before Doug."

"Thank you Addie! You know I drive great when I'm drunk."

"Don't forget," Stu began. "Phil was always our designated drunk driver."

Seriously guys. When we party, we party hard. My brother was thinking the same thing as he laughed.

"Yeah. You wanna explain it to them Alan?"

"Guys, my dad loves this car more than he loves me, so, yeah." That's kind of depressing once you really think about it.

"Aw, whatever. I just got divorced and left the kid at my ex-wife's house so I could go with you guys. You know how difficult that was?" Now I know Phil sounds like a real asshole, but he really loves his kid. He just hides it real well with that tough guy facade of his.

"That's real sweet Phil." Wow. Slow much?

"Dude, I was being sarcastic. I fucking hate my life. I may never go back. I might stay in Vegas."

"Here we go," Doug and I groaned.

"Doug, enjoy yourself, because come Sunday, you're gonna start dying just a little bit everyday."

"We all die a little everyday dumbass."

"Don't be a smartass Addie." I just smiled.

"Yeah. That's why I've managed to stay single this whole time, you know?"

"Oh really? That's why you're single?" Stu asked in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Cool. Good to know. Ow!"

"Sorry Stu," I shrugged. So my elbow accidentally hit him in the ribs...hard. It had nothing to do with his attitude at all. Nope.

"Am I all right over there Alan?"

"Yeah, you're good."

"Jesus Christ!" Doug exclaimed as he swerved back into our original lane.

"Oh my god!"

"That was awesome!"

Wonder twin powers activate. "That was not awesome. What's wrong with you?" I tuned everything else out though as I got my heartbeat back under control from the almost car wreck. Leave it to Alan to nearly get us killed and think it's funny. After a few moments I realized that I was holding on to something tightly and that something was an arm. Phil's arm to be precise.

"Sorry," I mumbled before letting go. Boy did that man have some muscles.

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While Stu was on the phone with his bitchy girlfriend, Phil, Doug and I watched Alan through the window as we stood in line.

"He's actually kind of funny."

Did Phil really have to open a bag of chips as we stood in line? I mean really. Because I'm getting hungry now.

"Yeah. He means well."

"Is he all there? Like mentally?" Well, while he was distracted, I'll take some chips. Mmm...yummy.

Doug saw what I was doing but said nothing. I love you so much Dougie. "I think so. He's just an odd guy. You know, he's kind of weird."

"That's just putting it lightly," I said before stealing more chips. Wonder how long it'll take for Phil to notice he has less chips in the bag?

"I mean, should we be worried?"

"No."

"Alright." Oh look. Phil has finally realized I have something I didn't before. "What are you doing?"

"Eating your chips," I said before munching on one as Phil just stared. "What? Dougie saw what I was doing before you did."

"Tracy did mention that we shouldn't let Alan gamble," he interrupted as we were next in line.

"Or drink too much either."

"Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit."

"I love that movie! Though Gizmo was a lot cuter." They just stared. "What? He was."

"And one water," Stu said placing it down next to our other snacks.

"All good with Melissa?" Doug and I asked. As much as I hated her, Stu was my best friend and I would support him no matter what.

"Oh yeah. Told her we're two hours outside of wine country, and she bought it."

"Don't you think it's strange that you've been in a relationship for years and you still have to lie to her?" I had to agree with Phil on this one.

"Yeah I do. But trust me, it's not worth the fight."

Doug and I glanced at each other and shook our heads.

"Oh, so you can't go to Vegas but she can fuck a bellhop on a Carnival Cruise Line?"

I noticed that our cashier was interested yet disgusted by our conversation and shrugged.

"First of all, it was a bartender. And she was wasted. And if you must know, he didn't even cum inside her."

"And you believe that?" Phil asked as he turned back around to pay.

"Uh yeah. I do believe that because she's grossed out by semen." Well, that's a conversation stopper.

"That'll be 32.50." Thank you cashier lady.

"It's 32.50. You gonna pay for it?"

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We were once again on the road to Vegas and it was surprisingly quiet. Doug driving, Alan reading, Stu staring out in the distance, Phil drinking, and I had my head back on Phil's arm, silently hoping I would numb it, listening to my iPod. Loud enough to be heard but low enough to hear everyone one else. My current song was "This Love, This Hate" by Hollywood Undead.

Just as it ended I heard one of the best things ever from Alan. "It's not illegal, it's frowned upon like masturbating on an airplane."

I guess I scared everyone by laughing.

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal too," Phil commented.

"Yeah, maybe after 9/11 where everybody got so sensitive. Thanks a lot Bin Laden."

"Either way, you gotta be super smart to count cards buddy. Okay?" The twins have done it again.

"Oh really?"

"It's not easy."

"Yeah well, tell that to Rain Man because he practically bankrupted a casino and he was a ruhtard."

"What?"

"He was a ruhtard."

"Retard."

"You two have seriously got to stop that shit."

"We try," we grinned before all went silent again. That was until I interrupted it.

"Hey Phil?"

"What?"

"Is your arm numb yet?"

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And there's chapter 2! :) So...was it good? Bad? Funny? Tell me. That is if you want to.

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