::Author's Note::
Okay, it took me FOREVER to update this story, but here's the second chapeter,
so, uhhh, yeah, read, review, and dance like a chicken. I actually edited this story, so it's not the
origional second chapter. (the origional had a LOT more sexual context.)
For the last chapter, I had one reviewer.. her name's Kay (not same Kay), so maybe we could get *counts
fingers* two reviewers this chapter. *crosses fingers* ENJOY!
::end author's note::
Chapter 2
~*~John Play Boy~*~
"Look wha' wese got 'ere, bois. Three new goils dat wese can watch ovah." Wait a minute.
WHAT?! We ain't IN New York! What's goin' on?!?! Openin' my eyes, I saw a group of boys that were
around our age. The one that looked like da leader had sandy blonde hair, blue green eyes,
and he wore a vest over his shirt. All the other boys were standing farther back so I couldn't
see them real well.
"Mornin' dere goils," the boy said, "my name's John, would you like me ta get dose bags foa ya?"
"I think dat us three can 'andle it. So youse can leave now, befoah wese soak ya."
"Yea! Let's pound dese street rats!" Kay exclaimed punching the air.
"Youse think wese STREET rats?" John said in a VERY hoity toity voice, "Well, what are youse, angels?
Why don' 'cha try HOARS??!!"
Den 'e grabbed my wrists, looked me in the eyes, then dragged me away. It's weird, he was really strong
for a primp.
All I know is dat de oddah bois came back beat and bruised. Sittin' dere at John's 'ouse,
I wus tryin' ta figure out what just 'appened between the tornado and the meeting with these sickos.
"Wha' is your name?" I hoid him call from the kitchen, where he was probably spikin' a drink foa me.
"Why should I tell you?" "'cause, Tootse, it ain't fai' dat yous know me name, but Ise don' know yours."
"Yea, well I'd like ta keep it dat way." By now he had walked back into da dinin' room, where he had me tied up.
"Are ya shoa' youse don' wanna drink, youse look thoisty."
"Nope," I jus' couldn' 'elp it, I had ta say it! "Ise jus' look 'ot cuz it's so dang COLD in 'eah. Here's you' sign."
"ooookay."
"Ny-wayz, John, Ise ain't gonna drink 'nything dat youse spiked!" With dat, Ise pulled up me one 'and 'nd broke free.
Ise ran outta dere at da speed of light, even dough Ise don' 'now 'ow fas' dat is!
"Hey!" was da las' thing Ise hoid John say, at least foa da time being. All Ise knows is dat Ise some'ow showed up in
front of a resturant called "Tibby's". I decided ta walks in since Ise didn' know when da las' time Ise ate wus. As Ise
pushed open da door, I hoid some whisperin' from da people behind me. "Scuse me, but ya know it ain't nice ta whispah
behind somebody's back." Lookin' at da boys dat were behind me, I gasped. Da foist one wore a cowboy hat, with a red
bandanna 'round 'is neck. 'is 'air was brown with blondish 'ighlights 'nd 'is eyes, of coise, were jus' like mine, da
deepest brown youse evah saw. Dis of coise, was da guy, Jack Kelly, aka Cowboy. The shoit 17 yeah old next ta 'im 'ad
ta be Racetrack. Lookin' at 'im from 'ead ta toe, da black 'air, mischevious eyes, 'nd moah expensive vest comfirmed
my theory.
"Ummm..."
"Uhhh..."
"Yea...."
Ok, of coise I wus at loss foa woids, but dem? Dey 'ad ta 'ave seen a GOIL befoah! Ok, so, I'm wearin' shorts 'nd Ise
da spittin' image of Jack, but, hello? who cares??
"'ave you two seen dese two goils dat are dressed like me? One 'as red 'air, and de oddah 'as black. Dere my friends,
'nd wese got seperated, so Ise really need yoa 'elp."
Race, wuz still too shocked ta reply, so Jack did.
"We'll 'elp ya, Miss..."
"Courtney, but youse can call me Cowgoil."
"NO wondah, youse two could pass foa twins!!"
"Okat, so you'll 'elp me?"
"Yea, sure."
"Foist, youse need somewheah to stay!"
::Author's Note::
Okay, so, what'd ya think???? Just in case you don't understand the Here's Your Sign thing, it's from a comedian named
Bill Engval. He has this thing with signs that say stupid on them, and he's REALLY hilarious. A lot of my things in this
fan-fic come from him, because he's just really funny. Since ya'll read this, PWEASE review... and remember, origionally
the chapter wasn't suppose to be like this. I actually merged two chapters together.
::End Author's Note::
Okay, it took me FOREVER to update this story, but here's the second chapeter,
so, uhhh, yeah, read, review, and dance like a chicken. I actually edited this story, so it's not the
origional second chapter. (the origional had a LOT more sexual context.)
For the last chapter, I had one reviewer.. her name's Kay (not same Kay), so maybe we could get *counts
fingers* two reviewers this chapter. *crosses fingers* ENJOY!
::end author's note::
Chapter 2
~*~John Play Boy~*~
"Look wha' wese got 'ere, bois. Three new goils dat wese can watch ovah." Wait a minute.
WHAT?! We ain't IN New York! What's goin' on?!?! Openin' my eyes, I saw a group of boys that were
around our age. The one that looked like da leader had sandy blonde hair, blue green eyes,
and he wore a vest over his shirt. All the other boys were standing farther back so I couldn't
see them real well.
"Mornin' dere goils," the boy said, "my name's John, would you like me ta get dose bags foa ya?"
"I think dat us three can 'andle it. So youse can leave now, befoah wese soak ya."
"Yea! Let's pound dese street rats!" Kay exclaimed punching the air.
"Youse think wese STREET rats?" John said in a VERY hoity toity voice, "Well, what are youse, angels?
Why don' 'cha try HOARS??!!"
Den 'e grabbed my wrists, looked me in the eyes, then dragged me away. It's weird, he was really strong
for a primp.
All I know is dat de oddah bois came back beat and bruised. Sittin' dere at John's 'ouse,
I wus tryin' ta figure out what just 'appened between the tornado and the meeting with these sickos.
"Wha' is your name?" I hoid him call from the kitchen, where he was probably spikin' a drink foa me.
"Why should I tell you?" "'cause, Tootse, it ain't fai' dat yous know me name, but Ise don' know yours."
"Yea, well I'd like ta keep it dat way." By now he had walked back into da dinin' room, where he had me tied up.
"Are ya shoa' youse don' wanna drink, youse look thoisty."
"Nope," I jus' couldn' 'elp it, I had ta say it! "Ise jus' look 'ot cuz it's so dang COLD in 'eah. Here's you' sign."
"ooookay."
"Ny-wayz, John, Ise ain't gonna drink 'nything dat youse spiked!" With dat, Ise pulled up me one 'and 'nd broke free.
Ise ran outta dere at da speed of light, even dough Ise don' 'now 'ow fas' dat is!
"Hey!" was da las' thing Ise hoid John say, at least foa da time being. All Ise knows is dat Ise some'ow showed up in
front of a resturant called "Tibby's". I decided ta walks in since Ise didn' know when da las' time Ise ate wus. As Ise
pushed open da door, I hoid some whisperin' from da people behind me. "Scuse me, but ya know it ain't nice ta whispah
behind somebody's back." Lookin' at da boys dat were behind me, I gasped. Da foist one wore a cowboy hat, with a red
bandanna 'round 'is neck. 'is 'air was brown with blondish 'ighlights 'nd 'is eyes, of coise, were jus' like mine, da
deepest brown youse evah saw. Dis of coise, was da guy, Jack Kelly, aka Cowboy. The shoit 17 yeah old next ta 'im 'ad
ta be Racetrack. Lookin' at 'im from 'ead ta toe, da black 'air, mischevious eyes, 'nd moah expensive vest comfirmed
my theory.
"Ummm..."
"Uhhh..."
"Yea...."
Ok, of coise I wus at loss foa woids, but dem? Dey 'ad ta 'ave seen a GOIL befoah! Ok, so, I'm wearin' shorts 'nd Ise
da spittin' image of Jack, but, hello? who cares??
"'ave you two seen dese two goils dat are dressed like me? One 'as red 'air, and de oddah 'as black. Dere my friends,
'nd wese got seperated, so Ise really need yoa 'elp."
Race, wuz still too shocked ta reply, so Jack did.
"We'll 'elp ya, Miss..."
"Courtney, but youse can call me Cowgoil."
"NO wondah, youse two could pass foa twins!!"
"Okat, so you'll 'elp me?"
"Yea, sure."
"Foist, youse need somewheah to stay!"
::Author's Note::
Okay, so, what'd ya think???? Just in case you don't understand the Here's Your Sign thing, it's from a comedian named
Bill Engval. He has this thing with signs that say stupid on them, and he's REALLY hilarious. A lot of my things in this
fan-fic come from him, because he's just really funny. Since ya'll read this, PWEASE review... and remember, origionally
the chapter wasn't suppose to be like this. I actually merged two chapters together.
::End Author's Note::