Welcome to America!

For those of you who really wish to read more of this fic, I sincerly apologize for being such a procrastinator and taking forever on this fic, it must be a pain in your--well, you know...so yeah, please enjoy whatever I've gotten around to writing, I'll try to write more(thats not a promise though).

The intercom made an announcement that the plane was coming to a landing. The plane came to a screeching stop as it rolled along the runway. Finally, it came to a halt, in Oklahoma, and the intercom came on again:

"You are now free to roam about the country."

"Finally." Mumbled Rick. Rick and Ardeth got up and climbed out of the plane along with a hoard of people.

In a rented car, Rick drove to their destination. It was his uncle's house. It was a little farmhouse, two stories tall. The property was a lot of yellow grass, a barnhouse some distance away, and a private crop in the backyard. Rick parked the car under a tree next to the house. He approached the door with Ardeth just behind, and knocked. An old red-haired lady answered. Then she called out to her husband.

"Larry, there's someone at the door, I think it's for you." The lady's accent was not one that came from Oklahoma, but rather from Boston, Massachussets.

"I'm comin' Dorthy!" He yelled from some distance away. His accent was a southern drawl, which was normal for someone born in Oklahoma. The man appeared at the door in a faded baseball cap and overalls. He looked rather elderly, but not senile.

"Why, if it ain't my nephew, Ricky!"

"Hey!" Rick replied enthusiastically. Then him and his uncle did a little jig, and bumped their bellies together. It was like a handshake.

"Ricky, who's the tall, dark gentleman here?" His aunt Dorthy asked.

"This is Ardeth." Said Rick, introducing him. "Ardeth, this is my uncle Larry Huskins, and my aunt, Dorthy Huskins. Well, shake hands." Ardeth shook their hands, as was the American custom.

"What an interesting name, can I call him Arty?" His aunt asked as they all entered the house. Rick noticed as they entered the house a red--well, more of an orange--haired young lady watching them from the stairs. she wore a white shirt, a plaid skirt, black suspenders attached to her skirt, long white socks, a pair of mary-janes, and pink pom-poms in her short, orange pigtails. she was a rather thin teenager, about eighteen. Black eyeliner eccentuated her blue eyes, and little freckles ran across her button nose.

"Hello?" He half-said, half-asked her.

"Hi Rick, you remember me?" she asked.

"Yeees." he said, with a sort of tone that implied negative feelings. "And?"

"That's all you have to say to me?" she scoffed. "After all this time?"

"Um, yeah?" She scoffed after he replied. He did remember his cousin Cyndi, but he did not know her that well. All he knew was that there was something not right about her. Then she climbed further down the stairs toward something in particular, it appeared.

"Hello," she introduced herself to Ardeth, putting on a more seductuive tone. "If I may ask, what is your name?" Rick came over to where she was.

"Cyndi, this is Ardeth."

"Rick, let the gentleman speak for himself." She said, trying to be polite to the guest she was obviously attracted to. she turned back to Ardeth. "Please, tell me your name good sir. Mine's Cyndi."

"Ardeth." He said simply. Cyndi appeared as though she was about to fall over and faint. Rick simply rolled his eyes at his cousin's immediate infatuation with the tall and dark Ardeth.

"Hey, where'd your parents go?" He asked Cyndi, just realizing that Larry and Dorthy left the living room.

"How should I know? Do I look like a babysitter?" She replied.

"Well, thats a pretty rude thing to say, especially in front of your guest." He said.

"You're technically a guest too."

"Yeah, and I feel so welcome now that you're around." Rick was being sarcastic. Cyndi appeared unsure as to what else to do.

"Why don't we all just sit down? There's plenty of room on the couch." And so they all sat down. Ardeth would have sat down earlier, but he did not want to be rude. They all sat down, and Cyndi turned on the television with a remote. She swithed the channel until she found an episode of Operation Repo. They watched a man yelling about his car being towed when Rick finally said something.

"Why are we watching this?"

"Because, it's awsome." Cyndi countered. "It's freakin' hilarious."

"No, its stupid. It's so fake. You would have to be pretty dumb to believe any of this crap is real."

"You know what, you're being really rude, so do us a favor and shut up." Rick did not say anything back, but instead sat silently for a couple more seconds. Then he reached for the remote and changed the channel. after he did so, the theme song to Dallas began playing immediately.

"Dallas?" Cyndi asked, "You changed Operation Repo to Dallas?"

"Yeah, so? It's a classic."

"It's still lame."

"Well I'm not gonna change it if that's what you're thinking."

"Look, I live here, so give me the damn remote!"

"We are not changing Dallas."

"I don't care about your lame show! I wanna watch Operation Repo!"

"Now wait a minute, we never asked Ardeth if he wants to watch anything."

"I don't watch television." Ardeth said flatly.

"Maybe we shouldn't watch TV. Instead, we should go do something productive!" Cyndi stated proudly as rick skimmed through the TV guide.

"Hey look, Cops is on."

"Ooh! I love that show!" Cyndi exclaimed, forgetting everything she had stated previously. So they watched Cops, except for Ardeth, who excused himself from the living space. He stated he would go to the restroom, but it was only a white lie to sneak out the back door. He wanted to come to America to find adventure, but now his only 'tour guide' was sitting on a couch watching reality TV. He opened the backdoor and found a huge backyard, much like an American farmhouse, not that he was familiar with the expansive crops of corn(or other commercially valuable organic goods), the barnhouse with the brown, tattered boards, the tire swing that lingered by a rope, entwined to an oak tree, and the yellow grass beneath his feet. It was so different from the agricultural patterns of a farmer in his country, at least, the atmosphere made him feel that way, but the best part though, was that he was only beginning to see the heart of America.

Well, that took forever, but I hope you'll forgive me. So how do you think it's going so far? Do you think Ardeth will find adventure in America? We'll have to see where this journey will lead our duo, won't we? By the way, isn't it a little strange that Rick changed the channel from Operation Repo to Cops, even though Cops is just as much a reality show as Operation Repo? Maybe he just prefers Cops, huh?