-Sign My Cast!-
"JUST GET WHAT YOU WANT AND GO! Except you Rima, your alright,"Lenny shouted towards my costumed friends. At the moment, Fanboy and Chum Chum were bouncing around the isles of the Frosty Mart, knocking over various items and spilling over boxes of cereals. We were all getting ready to head over to a carnival at the local park. I chased after them, letting out a few giggles, but mostly to urge them to stop.
"Guys! Lenny's stress twitch is back, I can see it,"I whispered. They continued to chase each other around the store as they laughed madly. I stopped chasing them to take a quick breath. I looked over by the counter where Lenny stood, applying ointment to his twitching left eye. I flinched and how much that looked like it hurt to apply the thick cream. There was an extreme crash towards the back on the store, followed by an "OUCH!" and a "MY LEG! OW MY LEG!" I ran to the back of the store and saw my friend piled on top of each other, big over little.
"Oh gosh! MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!,"Fanboy shouted. He was holding onto his leg for dear life. When Chum Chum slid himself from under Fanboy, he came crashing down to the tiled floor and let out a rather harsh yelp. "AH! CHUM CHUM, THAT HURT!" My eyes grew.
"Fanboy?,"I started,"Are you okay?" I kneeled down and poked his leg. Another scream.
"RIMA! PLEASE NO! THAT REALLY HURTS!"
"Fanboy, I think we need to get you to the hospital,"I worried. He shook his head quickly.
"N-no! I'm fine, really,"he studdered,"I don't need to. That wont be needed." He quickly stood up and smiled and Chum Chum and I. Clearly, you could tell that he was putting most of his weight on his right leg than his left. I crossed my arms at him.
"Fanboy, why are you standing like that?,"I asked.
"Like what? I don't know what your talking about Rima,"he giggled,"Let's go to the carnival now!" Chum Chum noticed and walked over to him. He poked at his left leg, earning another loud yelp from the super fan.
"DON'T DO THAT CHUM CHUM! THAT HURTS, LIKE ALOT!,"he screamed. I pulled out my cell phone.
"I'm calling my mother to take us to the hospital,"I sighed,"I knew something was wrong." Fanboy stood with his head hung over in defeat. After calling my mother, I brought the boys two freezy freezes and we all waited for her to arrive. She ran into the store and immedeatly rushed over to me.
"WHAT'S BROKEN? ARE YOU DIZZY? DO YOU NEED A DRINK? ARE YOU BLEEDING?,"she shouted at me. I shook my head and pointed at Fanboy.
"Mom, I'm fine. It's Fanboy who needs to go to the hospital,"I told her. She looked over at him, who was sitting on the floor slurping the blue drink.
"Him?,"she asked,"He looks fine honey."
"That's what I told her,"Fanboy added,"I am in no need of a doctor." Chum Chum poked his leg again. "AHHH! BUDDY QUIT IT! THAT HURTS! I-I mean...that...tickles?" My mother didn't buy it.
"You need to see a doctor about that leg RIGHT NOW!,"she urged. She carefuly lifted him up and walked him out of the store to our mini van. I waved goodbye to Lenny, who now had a huge grin on his face. Figures...
"And what happened today?,"the doctor asked Fanboy. We were in the doctors office. Fanboy was perched on an examination bed as we answered questions about how everything happened.
"Well,"Fanboy started,"This morning, I woke up. Then I jumped on my bed a bit. Then I went to the bathroom for reasons you don't need to know, and I woke up Chum Chum and we ate cereal and-"
"No, I mean with your leg!,"the doctor groaned. I giggled.
"OH! I was running around the Frosty Mart when my buddy and I crashed into the potato chip display. You know, the one with the tall rack that carries all the Crunchy Puffs! And then my leg really started hurting."
"We'll have to give you a few x-rays to examine your leg,"the doctor told him. Chum Chum's eyes grew.
"WILL HE GET X-RAY POWERS LIKE MEGA-X FROM THE X-RAY DIARIES?,"he asked. Fanboy smiled.
"Yeah, will I? Cuz then I'll be all like WHOOSH! and POW! POW! POW! with my x-ray lasers and x-ray vision!" The doctor shook her head.
"No. No you won't,"she sighed. Fanboy frowned and hopped in his wheel chair. Chum Chum grabbed the handles and they raced down the hallway, almost crashing into a sick old man and a few nurses in the process.
"GUYS! BE CAREFUL!,"I shouted. Of course, they didn't listen and made it to the x-ray room before us.
"We win!,"Fanboy smiled, holding up a peace sign and sporting a goofy smile. I laughed with them but my mother quickly told me to keep it down. The doctor lead Fanboy into the room while the rest of us stayed outside. Fanboy sniffed, tears forming in his eyes.
"If I don't make it back, you and Chum Chum can have all my toys! Well...not my Agent 8...BUT EVERYTHING ELSE!,"he cried. Chum Chum squeezed him in a hug, which I sadly had to break up since the doctor was getting annoyed. After a few minutes, Fanboy was back out with the doctor.
"The x-rays will take a few minutes to process,"the doctor told my mother,"You can wait back in his room till then." Fanboy sat back in his wheel chair and my mother pushed it this time. Once back in his room, the boys were touching every single thing they could get their hands on.
"CHECK THIS OUT!,"Chum Chum smiled. He had a pair of tounge pressers in his nose."I'm an elephant!"
"I'm a walrus!,"Fanboy added. He too had tounge pressers, but in his mouth instead. They laughed soo loud, a few nurses came by in the room to make sure someone wasn't having a spazz attack. My mother shook her head.
"Those are the kind on shenanigans that got you here in the first place,"she told them firmly. They looked at each other and smiled.
"Did you say...shenanigans?,"Fanboy asked. My mother's face went pale as Chum Chum pulled out a large rocket. I have NO IDEA where he got that from so PLEASE don't ask me. Just as it looked like he was about to strap the rocket onto my mother, the doctor arrived with her conclusion. She gave Chum Chum a puzzled look when she spotted the rocket, but decided not to ask.
"Well, the x-rays show that you've fractured your leg young man,"she said,"We'll have to put a cast on that." Fanboy gasped.
"NO!,"he shouted,"How will I be able to go to the carnival now?" I bit my bottom lip in thought.
"I-I guess theres always next year,"Chum Chum whimpered. I nodded.
"Yeah, forget the stinky old carnival!,"I laughed,"I bet the rides will break while everyones on them. Then we would ALL have to get a cast!" Fanboy laughed at the thought of the whole class in casts of different sorts. Then his face dropped again as a nurse came in with the supplies needed for his cast. I hugged him. "I'm sorry Fanboy."
"Yeah, me too,"Chum Chum added. Fanboy smiled weakly at us.
"It's okay,"he sighed. A brighter smile came to his face,"I'LL BE LIKE A TRANSFORMER WITH MY NEW SUPER STRONG CAST!" I giggled. He just never quits.
At school on Monday, Fanboy walked into the classroom with Chum Chum closley at his side. He was using crutches to support himself and headed in the direction of my desk. The class gasped.
"Fanboy, what happened?,"Yo asked. Fanboy pushed his chest out in a heroic pose.
"I battled the almighty potato chip rack at the Frosty Mart!,"he shouted,"The battle was rough, but I pulled through!" The class listened in amasement. Kyle laughed.
"You've got to be kidding me,"he giggled,"The fool probably got himself into that cast while acting foolishly in public."
"DID NOT!,"Fanboy argued,"Rima was there too! Ask her!" The class looked at me to hear my side of the story. I hid behind my hair.
"Y-yeah. I was there,"I gulped. Fanboy smiled.
"Told you so,"he teased. Kyle rolled his eyes, obviously not believing a word said. The class gathered around Fanboy as Chum Chum handed out colored markers.
"STEP RIGHT UP! SIGN FANBOY'S CAST!,"Chum Chum announced. Fanboy pulled me over and handed me a lime green colored marker.
"You first,"he smiled at me,"Sign my cast!" I smiled back and signed my name and a littl extra: Rima Valentine, with love. Get better. Fanboy smiled down at the cast as I drew a little heart on it. "Awesome,"he giggled. Kyle crossed his arms.
"She's just being nice,"he scoffed. Kids pushed him aside to sign the cast, knocking him over in the process. He yelped.
"OH, MY ARM! I'VE BEEN WOUNDED. ASSISTANCE PLEASE, IF YOU WILL!"
