Okay, so I'm terribly sorry about how late this update is, but…it is here. This chapter will have a twist, and it's going to be…interesting.
Chapter IV: Romeo X Juliet
Your POV:
You decide to fuck it, and use your iPod, because if you don't find a charger for it, then the battery's gonna die even if you don't have your iPod on. So screw it. You're going to get as much out of your music as you can. The ship roars to life, and heads to Kerwan, you scrolling through your pictures and then realizing that you still had photos of Caspian, and all of your other exes; William, Vincent, Matt, Duncan, Chris, Michael (that Russian foreign exchange student), Tim, Kyle, and Arthur. None of them ended well, especially William and Caspian. Your breakups are never pretty, not for you, for him, or for any bystanders unlucky enough to fall witness to the screaming, shouting, name-calling, threats (on both sides) and in a few cases, tears on his side. You've just never found someone who…really fit you. You just end up hating all of them. You take this time to delete all of your pictures; you kept forgetting to do that; on your phone and your camera too. You wonder how many girlfriends Ratchet has had, if he's had any.
You land on the outside perimeter of the city. Wow, it reminds you of New York, which does not help the homesickness in the pit of your stomach. There are tall skyscrapers, and the streets are bustling with ships, air taxis, and flying cars. It looks like something out of the Jetsons. But you don't see any people around, or any sign of Al's Robboshack.
You follow Ratchet and Clank, and take a left. You come across some replica of him; it looks one of those things you'd find at an amusement park that would give people directions. Hey, and look at that, it talks. "Welcome to the Captain Qwark Fitness Course! If you're strong enough, fast enough, and clever enough to beat my fitness challenge, you will receive a reward from my head trainer. Simply make your way to the third island to complete the course. Good luck!" Then in that rushed way of speaking that you hear at the end of some commercials, it says, "Qwark Enterprises is not responsible for sprains, broken bones, snapped tendons, bruised egos, or accidental death incurred while taking the challenge." Of course not; though you don't really blame him, people can sue for anything these days.
"Excuse me Captain, but we have more pressing issues." …Wait, what? "We urgently need your assistance."
You try to hide your laugh by covering your mouth as Ratchet tries to explain that this Qwark is a robot. "Clank?"
"Yes?"
"Do you notice anything unusual about Captain Qwark?"
"Well, I find the fact that he has a spring where his legs should be to be quite puzzling."
"And why do you think that is?"
"Possibly an injury incurred while battling evil?"
"This isn't the real Captain Qwark, you numbskull! It's a robot!" You can't hold back your laughter anymore, and laugh at Clank's "oh".
"Clank," You chuckle. "If you could see your face."
You ascend onto the wall, climbing and bouncing back and forth,
"Need help?" Ratchet asks, holding out his arm for you. You nod, and take his hand, and he pulls you up next to him on the ledge.
You smile. "Thanks."
"No problem, dollface."
You raise an eyebrow. "Did you just call me 'dollface?'" You ask.
You see a little smirk on his face. "Yeah. Does it bug you?"
You respond with a small sly smile of your own. "Not in the slightest."
I threw a wish in the well.
Don't ask me; I'll never tell.
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way.
I'd trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss.
I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way.
Your stare was holding,
Ripped jeans, skin was showing.
Hot night, wind was blowing.
Where you think you're going, baby?
Okay, this probably isn't the best thing to do…no offense to him. He is technically an alien, but…then again, humans don't seem to exist here. And your race doesn't seem to bother him. And besides, it's been a while. And Caspian isn't here. And it is just harmless flirting, right? It's not like he's serious about you. It's probably just your looks anyway. Plus, it really just takes…interracial dating to a new degree. That's all. Okay, then it's settled. There's nothing wrong with this. And if there's anyone who thinks there is, they're just gonna have to get over it.
Hey, I just met you-and this is crazy-but here's my number.
So, call me maybe.
It's hard to look right at you baby,
But here's my number.
So, call me maybe.
Hey, I just met you-and this is crazy-but here's my number.
So, call me maybe.
And all the other boys try to chase me, but here's my number.
So, call me maybe.
You arrive at a building that has a robot holding a wrench above its head. You walk in, and you see there's a girl, human, at the counter talking to that guy from the Infobot. She turns to you, and you see she's a person you never thought you'd see again.
"Jenna?"
Yes, yes, I know. Short chapter, long wait, and not even all that great. I'm really, very sorry, I am, but next chapter will be better, I promise!
Later!