A/N: Hi guys, so I'm trying to keep with a schedule. Every week on Fridays or Saturdays. If there was any mistake on the last one, I'm sorry. I'm trying to catch all of the mistake as much as possible and some times I don't catch them (especially on my phone). Oh and "Xzavier's" name was a misspell but I kept spelling like that that I just kept it. XD. I would really like critique on how I'm doing so far. I don't care if it's good or bad. Even though this is a hobby, I would like to get better at writing. So without futher ado-I'm sorry I'm ranting- chapter 2!
P.S. Sorry this one's short-especially compared to the last one. It was suppose to be longer but I felt right to end it where I ended it.
# A wish that never should have came true
"You're kidding, right?"
"Kidding about what?" He looked at her like she was crazy.
"You're n- nevermind." She didn't want to leave him sitting there and think something was going wrong with; so she tried to think of something quickly. "Y-you see. My friends and I have traveled for a while and we kinda lost track of time." The last part was sort of true. She only realized it was already May just a few days ago.
The boy's eyes lite up. "You've been traveling. Where are you from? Where have you been?"
"Well, we're from California."
"California? Like Hollywood and stuff?"
She couldn't help be giggle at his curiosity. For some reason, she felt comfortable around him, like she knew him, but from where? "No, that's Los Angeles. No, we live in San Francisco. The one with the golden gate bridge."
"Oh wow! Is the bridge really golden?"
She shook her, "No. That's just what they call it. Don't know why, though."
"Oh, well, that's still really cool. Oh shit! I almost forgot to ask what you needed."
"Just gas. About 3 gallons in the van and 1 the other."
"Okay. I'll go help you. Just give me a sec. "
Olivia nodded and ran outside when the boy left. She went up to Xzavier, and frantically told them what had happened.
"Holy shit." Mutter Oliver.
"That just joke, right? You're just kidding." Charlotte said, laughing nervously. Olivia looked at her. "Does it look like jokin'."
"Th-that's impossible! We can't be in th 1960's. How did this happen?" Charlotte's voice became shrill. Her brother just stayed silent. Olivia glared at Charlotte, "How could I know? I just as in the dark at you. We need to calm down. The boy in there will come out any minute. We'll think of how to get home later."
As if on cue, the dark-haired boy came out of the store. "That's a mighty nice car." He said as he started pumping up gas. "Thank you. I take great pride into my car." Xzavier finally spoke up.
"Oh where are you guys planning to go?" The boy said, flashing a smile.
"Oh, well, we were planning to stay here for a while, maybe a few weeks or so." Xzavier could feel the stares of confusion from his company.
"Really? Why would you want to stay in a place like this? Maybe in the other side of town." The boy finished and put the nozzle back.
"As my friend said to you previously, we've been traveling for- oh, I don't know- close to two months and we need a little rest before setting off again. So we will be renting a small place around here maybe."
"What ever flows your boat. You can check the papers for a place. Okay, that'll be two dollars."
Xzavier pulled out a five dollar bill, and handed it to the boy. "Okay, give me a sec and I'll get you your change." He turned to jog back into the store.
"There wouldn't be any need. You can keep it." Xzavier said before the boy could go back inside. "It's a thank you for your kindness."
The boy chuckled, "Aw, now I feel bad for thinking you all were Socs."
Xzavier didn't know what he meant by "Socs", but he smiled and brushed it aside. "We have to be going, now. It was a pleasure to meet you..."
"Sodapop. When you guys find a place, look me up and I'll help you around town." Sodapop said nodding towards Oliver and Charlotte in the van, who smiled back.
Olivia, who was holding Xzavier's arm, squeezed a little tighter, and mumbled something.
"I'll take you up on that offer. I'm Xzavier, by the way. See you another time, then." He hopped into his car with Olivia following suit.
"Yeah. See ya later, man." Sodapop waved them off.
When they drove off, Oliver followed them in the van, still not knowing what was going on.
"Olivia?" Xzavier said in a serious tone.
She looked at him, and t looked like all the color was drained from her face. He was going say something when the van pulled up next to him and Charlotte called for him.
"Xzavier, park there. We need to talk." Her voice sounded serious. She pointed to a motel to the right of them. They pulled over, and Oliver went inside to get a room. Charlotte walked up to her brother.
"Xzavier, what the hell are you thinking? So you expect us to stay in a dump like this? We need to find a way home, not -"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Xzavier growled at her. She squealed and bit back her words. He was angry and Charlotte's nagging was just getting him frustrated. Hadn't she thought he already was doing that?
"We *need* to stay here and collect our thoughts. We just been on the road for two months. We need rest and traveling more won't do us any good."
Oliver came back with their room key. They took some of their stuff and the suitcase they kept their money in and went up stairs. Ever thought it would have been a bad idea to kept all the money in a case, but Oliver insisted that they should do it because they shouldn't trust that there be an ATM around at all times. Charlotte called him a dunce, but right now they're extremely glad that they listened to him.
As soon as they entered the room, Olivia bolted to the bathroom and hunch over the bathroom, trying to throw up.
Charlotte, even though she hated the sight of it, ran next her and held back her hair. "Olivia! What happened? What's wrong?"
Olivia was shaking. Her normal golden olive skin had turned into a sickly ash color and her green eyes were wide. Charlotte wiped her mouth with a tissue. "Shark, what's wrong?" Oliver went to the door of the bathroom with Xzavier next to him.
"It can't be." Olivia whispered. "It's not my fault."
"Olivia! Tell us what us wrong!" Demanded Xzavier.
"I made the wish dozens of times! N-nothing like *this* ever happened!"
Charlotte stood up and stepped away from Olivia as Olivia stumbled out of the bathroom. She kept mumble "No. This can't be happening."
"What do you mean? What wish?" Oliver said, trying to stabilize her.
"The book..." Charlotte whispered. Xzavier and Oliver turned to her. "Can one of you us what the fuck is going on!? It sick of this cryptic bullshit!" Screamed Xzavier. He was always temperamental, and, at the moment he was past the point of losing his patience.
"Xzavier, please, calm down." Oliver put his hand on Xzavier's shoulder. He didn't want him to lose his temper; now was not the time. "No, Oliver," Xzavier said, pushing his hand away. "I know that you want answers, and we'll never find a way out if they're keeping secr-!"
"I wanted to go in the book."/"She wanted to go in the book." Charlotte and Olivia said at the same time.
"What do you *mean* 'go into the book'?" Oliver questioned.
Olivia looked up at them and they could she her eyes peeping up at them through the hair that fell on her face. "The book. *My* book..."
"That can't be possible. Don't tell me we're in..."
Olivia nodded, "Yeah...Yeah. We're...in 'The Outsiders'."
