Broken Promises
.o0o. Chapter Seven - Who You Gonna Call? ... Fat Amy! .o0o.
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'Fat' Amy Wilson was chewing a mouthful of blueberry pancakes in the kitchen when she heard the phone ringing in her pocket. She was just eating her second breakfast as she decided what to have for lunch.
She chewed her food as she struggled to get her phone out of her pocket and for the nth time, she decided that she really should get a smaller phone ... or just buy pants with much larger pockets.
Not bothering to look at who was calling for a number of reasons, the first being that she never stored any numbers in her phone and the second was that she was always happy to hear from anyone, she thumbed the screen and heard a familiar authoritative tone barking (in Amy's own opinion) into the speaker as she placed it to her ear.
"Hang on Chloe ..." Aubrey said and Amy could hear the vibrating echo of a large open space as Aubrey spoke. Amy paused for a second before answering while she swallowed the remains of her pancakes.
"... Amy?"
"Yeah, it's me!"
"This is Aubrey Posen."
"I figured as much Bree! Hello!"
"Hello."
"Are yoos calling from the air?"
"No."
"Oh. Did yoos miss yoos flight, yoos pair of ...?"
"We did not miss the flight."
"Oh, I thought the flight was at 11? Did yoos decide not to go to Memphis? Red said she was going to Memphis. Then yoos left in a hurry saying yoos were going to Memphis. So what h ..."
"Memphis is out."
"Okay ... why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are yoos not going to Memphis dummy?"
"Oh, we think Beca might be in Vegas until Monday."
"Struth! Is she a closest gambler like Cynthia? Is she rollin' the high stakes? Addicted to slot machines? Ha!"
"No, I doubt very much that she is gambling."
"Fair dinkum. Oh wait; has she become a Las Vegas Showgirl?"
"No, I doubt she has become a Vegas Showgirl."
"Really. I think she'd be good at it."
"Why?"
"Why not?! Crikey! She's got a good body and scrummy legs and those ti..."
"She's too short."
"Well, I hardly think –"
"- And alternative."
"But different is good, hey Aubrey! Remember last month when yoos let me touch yoos boo ..."
"Not the point ..."
"Ha! So, why are yoos not going to Vegas to get our girl back?"
"There are no flights."
"Oh, have yoos tried every desk, website, phone number?"
"Yes."
"Ha! Did yoos fry someone when they told yoos no? Ha!"
"Possibly."
"Ha! So, there is nothing ..."
"No."
"When is the first available flight?"
"Not until Tuesday."
"Well, that a pigs bum mate. What are yoos going to do?"
"We are going to drive."
"Who is?"
"Chloe and myself."
"In yoos Caddy?"
"Of course in my Cadillac."
"Hahaha hahaha hahaha!" Amy snorted while she held the phone away from her ear for a moment.
"Please do not laugh."
"Fucking bugger me senseless!"
"Amy!"
"Hahaha ... best thing I have heard all year!"
"Stop laughing."
"Sorry Aubrey. You and Red on a road trip! Comedy gold! *cough* Sorry. Erm ... good luck."
"Thank you."
"Sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Fancy a road trip?"
"Are yoos asking me to come too? Like, with yoos? Far out!"
"Yes, we need the extra driver."
"How far is it?"
"2000 miles."
"That's a heck of a long way Blondie."
"Yes, I know."
"You might just need some help on the road then, protect yoos from the freaks, get some protection from the Fat Power? I'll have yoos know I'm the best driver in Tasmania with eyesight and -"
"- Will you come?"
"Are yoos sure yoos ain't kidding?"
"No, I am not kidding."
"Fuck me.
"*sigh*"
"Sorry. Bad language, I know. Why me? I thought yoos thought I was an idiot, a drongo, a galah, a tur -"
"- There is no one else I trust with this that is why."
"Aww, Aubrey, yoos trust me. You do like me. *sniff* Ooh, I feel all gooey inside. *sniff* Thanks mate, means a lot *sniff*, it really does."
"Do not get all weird on me."
"Of course, I'll come. We're mates, right? We'll get the alt chick back."
"Thank you."
"Okay. What do I need?"
"Just bring a change of clothes."
"Change of clothes, righteo. You need anything?"
"Please go into my room and select a couple of items for me as well."
"Like yoos sexy itty bitty smalls."
"No, not that underwear."
"Your lacy little black bra with the roses on, the one yoos save for special occasions?!"
"How do you even know?"
"Oh, I happened to be in yoos room one day with Bumper and I was poking through yoos drawers looking."
"Urgh, I am so getting a lock on my door."
"We changed yoos sheets mate."
"Gross."
"So, just normal underwear then."
"Just normal please."
"Sure thing. I'll get some tops, jeans, shoes too. Anything else ..."
"And the same for Chloe."
"Bonza! So we really are doing this?"
"Yes."
"You ain't kidding me are yoos Bree? This shit ain't a joke, is it? Is it real? Or a wind up for my birthday?"
"No, this "shit" as you so eloquently put it is real."
"Okay Captain. What time?"
"We are leaving the airport now and we will pick you up on the way."
"Copy Roger. Time to finish me breakfast."
"Oh, please pack snacks."
"Can I bring Bumper?"
"No, you may not bring Bumper."
"Aww, are yoos sure? We'll keep the noise down."
"Yes I am sure."
"Why the heck not?"
"Because he is an idiot."
"Oh, and there was me thinking yoos had mellowed."
"And there is no more room in the car."
"Nah, I'm only kidding. Be fun with just us girls anyway, won't it!"
"Yes."
"So how long will yoos be?"
"Twenty seven minutes."
"What can't yoos say half an hour like a normal person?"
"Because it is twenty seven minutes not half an hour."
"Hahaha. okay, drive careful. See yoos in a bit chick."
"Goodbye."
Amy ended the call, smirking to herself as she loved to wind up Aubrey as she was such an easy target. Turning back to her breakfast, she quickly inserted the remains of her pancakes and slurped the rest of her coffee, before dumping the dishes in the sink. Squirting a few drops of washing up liquid into the sink, she turned the hot tap on and let it run for a few seconds over the dishes.
"Oh heck!" She said, out loud, but only to herself as she turned the water off. "I ain't got time for this! I'm going to Vegas! Yeah! Whomp, there it is!"
As fast as she could, Amy crossed the lounge and into the small storage area by the front door. She quickly found her small weekend bag and hurried to her bedroom to pack what she would need. She opened her closest and frowned when her mind went foggy and she couldn't process what she would need to take.
"Patricia Amy, pull yoos shit together. You've got 23 minutes before they get here. You were in the Girl Scouts for seven years. You earned seven badges. Including beekeeping. You've got this!"
Amy quickly began throwing things onto her bed, underwear, clean jeans, a few tops and pair of Converse before stuffing them into her holdall. She tossed in her hairbrush and some make up before throwing open her bedroom door and marching to the bathroom she shared. Selecting her toothbrush, she swiped a tube of toothpaste, some shower gel and shampoo for them all to share before grabbing four clean towels from the joint cupboard.
With her arms full, she dumped the items back on her bed, before entering Chloe's room. Amy loved Chloe's room and she would often just go and stand in there and sniff. She just loved the homeliness, the untidiness and the relaxed feel of Chloe's room. It was an appealing room with colourful posters, pictures and ornaments and so many photo frames. Every inch was covered in something to look at. She scooted over to Chloe's closet, pulled open the door and laughed.
Chloe's closet was just a dumping ground, nothing was organised, boxes were without lids or labels, no clothes on hangers, shoes unpaired just shoved onto shelves, jewellery all over the place and a huge pile of laundry just sitting in the corner. Amy knew this was Chloe's nemesis along with her inability to cook. How Chloe managed to look so neat and tidy on a daily basis was beyond Amy.
Grabbing a couple of tops that looked clean and a pair of black jeans, she scooped up a pair of trainers, before helping herself to a bra and some underwear that she hoped to God was clean. She kicked the door shut, knocking 'something' over inside, which settled a few seconds later.
Shrugging to herself, she took one last sniff in the room and left. Smirking to herself, she picked up the pace a little bit as she entered Aubrey's room, immediately sobering. There was something so unbelievably calm, orderly and organised, almost sterile about being in Aubrey's room. It felt as if Aubrey was in there herself, offering you one of her famous pouts at the intrusion.
It was like a show home and Amy ignored the urge to turn everything backwards as she opened Aubrey's closet to reveal the neatly stacked and organised shelves. Grabbing a top from the pink pile and one from the blue pile, she pulled out a pair of beige jeans and a pair of sandals, having already clocked Aubrey's boots that morning. She grinned to herself as she pulled some underwear out of the box labelled 'underwear' because really, she needed to label that?
"Jeez, these twig bitches wear small smalls." Amy chuckled as she grabbed a bra as well. She carefully closed the closet door with her foot and walked back to her own room. Dumping everything back on her bed, she loaded the clothes into her bag mechanically before slipping in the toiletries and towels she had collected earlier. She located her phone charger by her life size inflatable kangaroo and grabbed her laptop, placing both in her bag as well. Zipping it up carefully, she looked around quickly to see if she might need anything else.
"Fourteen minutes! Nine to go!" Amy muttered to herself. "Crushed it!"
Making her way to the kitchen, she dumped her bag in the living room. Collecting a cloth shopping bag from one of the kitchen drawers, she ransacked the cupboards for snacks and drinks, stealing sweets and gum and packed it in the bag. She put some kitchen paper in, grabbed a few plastic cups, a few straws and a picnic blanket and added that to the bag. Remembering that her iPod was on charge in her bedroom, she tied the handles of the cloth bag and left it by her holdall as she walked through the living room again before entering her bedroom. Taking the final look around her, Amy pushed her feet into a pair of flats, picked up her iPod and slipped it into her pocket and pulled a cardigan from the back of her door just as her phone buzzed with a new message.
Message Chloe 11.47 - We are outside. Bree says 'move it'.
Message Chloe 11.47 - I say 'I love you' xx
Messaged Amy 11.48 - Okay Twigs. On my way!
Amy shut her phone off, slipped it into her pocket, gathered up her bags from the living room and yelled at the top of her lungs to the quiet apartment.
"Anyone who is awake! I'm off to VEGAS! Hooroo aca-bitches! See yoos next week!"
Stacie poked her head out of her bedroom as she heard the front door close with such force that it shook the whole apartment.
"Did Amy just say she was going to Vegas?" Stacie said as she turned back to Cynthia Rose who had also woken when the front door slammed.
"Yeah. You know Amy! It's probably true!" Cynthia Rose yawned and turned back over in bed. "At least we'll have some peace and quiet for a few days."
"True, but there's no one else around to keep an eye on Lilly." Stacey said, looking to their bedroom door for a second.
"Lock her in her room. She'll be fine."
"Good point. Wake me up in an hour. I've got a hot date later." Stacey said, slipping her eye mask down over her face.
"Is Vegas ready for Amy?" Cynthia Rose asked, laying looking at the ceiling.
"Nothing ever is."