(A/N: Sorry for the late update guys! It's a cliché excuse, but I've been very busy recently and had limited time to write! I hope you all forgive me for that. To make up for my long absence, I present to you a brand new chapter of Wild Ones! Enjoy!)
After everyone left the monastery, Connie ended up miraculously finding a McDonalds around the city that was close by.
After complaining to everyone, Connie got her way as they all succumbed to take a break and have some unhealthy lunch at a freakin' McDonalds.
"I want a double-cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onions, but not those weird onion bits, I want the other kind of onions, and honey-mustard, ketchup, and mustard, but not spicy mustard, and a diet coke with enough ice cubes to chill it, but not enough that when they melt it, it makes the coke go all watery, and a milkshake with nuts, hot sauce, chocolate shavings, mnms, and a cherry on top. And YES, I do want fries with that."
Everyone watched in amazement as Connie ordered to the cashier in all one breath.
Damn, she really must be hungry.
"Are you feeding an army?" asked Paige, trying to hide her laughter but failing miserably. Connie didn't seem to mind that everyone was making fun of her.
"Fuck off, you guys. I'm starvin' like Marvin. Don't judge me." Connie crossed her arms as everyone cracked a few smiles, for once, having an okay time.
They all sat down at a long, narrowed table.
Connie and Alan sat together on one side, Paige and Eric sitting right beside the couple and across from them was Jamie who next to Phil and Stu.
A few moments of silence passed as everyone ate their meals.
As Jamie was eating, she suddenly felt like she was being watched. Slowly, she turned around in her spot and looked behind her.
She noticed there was a purple fuzzy costume character guy standing creepily behind her, just staring at her.
It was one of those irritating people dressed up in a lame costume being paid to scare kids and annoy people. Jamie gave him a weird look before slowly turning back to eat her food.
But then, she still felt like she was being watched. Turning back around again, she realized the gay-looking purple character was still looking at her like a retard.
"The fuck are you looking at, Barney?" Jamie asked the weirdo.
"Jamie!" Paige scolded.
"Don't make me whip out my toilet plunger!" Jamie warned the dinosaur costume freak.
"Jamie, what the fuck!" Phil exclaimed, stunned that Jamie was starting fight with a fucking costumed-character.
"Don't stare at me, don't even breathe the same air as me!" Jamie started to rise up from her seat, making the costume guy back up. "Yeah, you better back the fuck up, Barney! I will go fucking Jurassic Park on your fat purple ass! Yeah, that's right! Run like a little pussy back to your mommy!"
Barney ended up running away, apparently Jamie scared him away. She grinned triumphantly as Stu gave his future wife a look.
"I sometimes wonder to myself why I'm in love with you." He said, clearly annoyed of her starting fights again. Certainly wasn't the first time. And probably won't be the last.
"Ha! It's funny because everyone is wondering the same thing." Alan laughed making Connie pinch his arm. Alan flinched back in pain.
"Be nice." Connie said firmly. "Or you don't get a cookie."
"Is it a big one?" Alan asked excitedly.
"Oh, yeah." Connie nodded. "It's so big, it could be your twin."
"I've always wanted a twin…" Alan sighed almost dreamily.
"I've always wanted a Channing Tatum…" Jamie sighed dreamily. Stu glared at her, obviously jealous.
"Mmm… Channing Tatum… He's so hot, I could bake cookies on him." Connie commented.
"Cookies…" Alan sighed again with a goofy grin on his face.
"Your friends are incredibly weird, Paige." Eric commented, clearly annoyed by everyone. Phil shot him an angry look, wanting to punch him so badly. But he couldn't do that to Paige. He wouldn't...
"I'd rather be weird than boring, pencil dick." Jamie retorted making Phil smirk. At least he had Jamie on his side about hating on Eric.
Eric's eye twitched in annoyance when Jamie called him a pencil dick.
"Guys, seriously, we have to work together now, there's no time for arguing or fighting, although Jamie, I give you credit for that last funny comment." Phil said to which Jamie grinned. "Alan, where are we going after this?"
Alan appeared happy that Phil was talking to him. "It's a surprise, Phil."
Phil shot him a dry look. "Alan, there's no time for surprises. Now where the fuck are we going?"
"Just trust me, Phil. I know what I am doing. You'll see." Alan said mysteriously which kind of scared everyone a little.
Who knew what was going on through Alan's head?
"Old McDonald pissed me off. EIEIO. I stole his pitchfork during night. EIEIO. I crept into his bedroom, yeah. EIEIO. I jammed the pitchfork in his head. EIEIO. With an 'Ow Fuck!' there and an 'Oh Shit!' here. Ow Fuck. Oh Shit. Everywhere the blood went. Old McDonald had a farm. And now it's just for me." Jamie randomly sang as everyone watched her.
"You need therapy." Phil said bluntly.
"Thank you." Jamie thanked him.
"You're welcome."
Paige shook her head at them, clearly amused before quickly excusing herself to go to the bathroom. Really though, she went outside for a moment to clear her head. It was incredibly hot outside but she didn't mind it.
It actually felt nice and warm against her tanned skin.
As she was standing outside, she didn't realize that someone followed her out. Paige let out a tired sigh before she heard a familiar voice behind her, making her jump.
"What are you doing?"
She spun around and came face-to-face with none other than Phil. Her heart raced as she placed a hand over her chest. Phil slightly smirked at the flustered look on her. It was cute.
"Oh my God. Phil. You scared me." She lamely responded, not knowing what else to say with him looking at her like that. It was almost a passionate look, the type of look if you were in love with someone.
"Funny. I intend to have that effect on you." Phil replied. Blushing, Paige purposely turned away, avoiding eye contact.
"What are you doing out here?" asked Paige.
"I could ask you the same thing," retorted Phil.
"But I asked you first." Paige looked at him firmly.
"And I asked you second."
"Doesn't work like that."
"Sure it does."
"God. I forgot how much annoying you could be sometimes."
"And I forgot how much you can be a bitch sometimes."
Paige gave him an offended look and Phil smirked. He knew he hit a nerve. "What the hell is wrong with you? I knew there was a reason I never liked you, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch!"
Phil scoffed. "You think I'm arrogant? Have you taken a look at your pencil dick of a boyfriend? Now, that's what I would definitely call an arrogant son-of-a-bitch."
"Eric can be sometimes cocky and may have a slight temper, but underneath all that, he's sweet and charming and—"
"An asshole." Phil interrupted.
"Nope. That's what you are." Paige snapped.
"Ouch. I'm wounded." But Phil's words were pure sarcasm.
Paige sighed, "What do you want? If you're here to torture me, please don't. I'm already in a bad mood and I'm tired and I have a headache."
"That makes two of us." Phil commented, clearly amused by her exhausted behavior.
"Seriously, what do you want?"
Phil remembered back to when Jamie specifically told him to practically woo Paige off her feet. He grinned mischievously at the thought. But he certainly wasn't going to Paige what he was truly doing. She would flip a bitch.
"Babe, you really need to chill. What if I told you I was just coming out here to check up on you?" Phil said smoothly, making Paige burn with embarrassment and slight anger by his cool demeanor towards her.
"First of all, don't call me babe. I'm not your babe. Second of all, that's very sweet of you but I don't need to be checked up on. I'm not 10 years old, ya know." Paige stubbornly said. See, this was the side of Paige Phil actually admired; her stubborn side. He noticed she was very independent in what she does and what she believes; he respected her for it.
"Don't get your panties into a twist." Phil grinned, slowly stepping closer to her, capturing her attention. The hot sun beating down on the both of them caused a slight sweat to perspire on Paige's forehead which Phil, for some reason, thought was extremely attractive. Since Paige was always so proper-dressed and so perfect all the time; seeing her hair all wide and extremely red and sweaty really turned on Phil and he didn't know exactly why.
Paige widened her eyes as Phil dared to take more steps closer. All she wanted was some fresh air; at the moment, she couldn't even breathe with Phil staring at her so closely like that; as if he was trying to observe through her eyes; the windows to her soul. Ever so slowly, Phil lifted a hand and tucked back a piece of hair out of her face, making her breath quicken.
Without even thinking about it, Phil did the unthinkable and just went for what he wanted. He's been wanting to do this for as long-ass time and quite frankly, he was very impatient at the moment; he kissed her.
Phil felt like he could do cart-wheels and shit like that. Her lips felt extremely smooth against his own chapped lips. He kissed as if he was dying and she was his only savior.
Paige felt exhilarated. There was no words to describe it. Bliss. Her shocked eyelids fluttered close as she gently gripped his wrist as he moved his lips against her own. She didn't kiss him back; only remained still as he kissed her. Secretly, Paige has always had some sort of attraction towards Phil. She couldn't exactly call it love; no. But she admit she did like him; not to mention he was pretty god damn sexy. Then, all of a sudden, she remembered about her boyfriend; and he was still inside and could spot them at any moment.
Then just like that; Paige snapped away from Phil as if she'd been burnt, ruining their kiss. Phil looked somewhat disappointed and stunned for the abrupt ending.
Paige narrowed her blue eyes at him.
SMACK!
"Ow. What the fuck! Well, that killed the mood." Phil grumbled as he rubbed his red cheek where she slapped him; really hard, in fact.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Paige hissed in hushed tones, trying not to cause a scene. "Have you forgotten that I have a boyfriend who's not even like 20 feet away from us inside? God, you're so stupid!"
"Paige, calm down." Phil gripped her shoulders as she fumed.
"I will not calm down! You just kissed me! You intentionally kissed me knowing my boyfriend is inside! How could you do that? Are you trying to break me and Eric up?" she asked, hurt clearly showing in her eyes.
Phil swallowed a thick lump in his throat and asked in a deep voice, "Before you slap me again, let me ask you something. Why is it such a surprise that I would kiss you?" he asked quietly. "Paige, I know you're smart and not some naïve little girl. There's something going on between us and you know it." He pointed between him and her. Paige sighed.
"Phil. Can I be honest with you? Even though you can be an asshole sometimes… I know you're a good guy and probably a really sweet person. But honestly, I'm not surprised that you would kiss me…" Hope shined in Phil's eyes as she said all this. "I'm surprised you thought I would kiss you back." She finished.
Phil felt like he got punched in the face.
"Now I'm wounded." Phil said with a pained smile on his face before he grudgingly walked away back into the McDonalds.
Paige immediately regretted the words she said as she watched him solemnly walk away. Maybe that had been too harsh.
"What do you think, Alan?" asked Phil as everyone stood in front of a building. It had a sign above the entrance with letters that were glowing light pink and blue. Next to the group were some young women dressed in school girl uniforms that were way too small for them. Jamie already knew what this place was.
"This is the place." Alan remembered. A couple of women walked up and stroked Eric, Phil, Alan, and Stu's chest. Jamie stared at the woman touching Stu and slapped her hand away; waving her hand like a no-no gesture while Paige glared at the lady for even looking at her boyfriend and Connie bitch-slapped one of the hoes for touching Alan.
Phil let out an amused chuckle before patting Alan on the shoulder and saying, "Come on." They all walked inside hesitantly.
Jamie was right; it was a strip club. Pink and blue lights were shining in every direction, young women were dancing in their school girl uniforms by the poles, music pounded through their ears and people walked around as they looked at the dancers.
"I don't remember any of this!" Stu yelled over the music. Alan started to awkwardly dance a bit making Connie chuckle and join him a bit.
"Alan, are you sure this is the right place?" asked Phil in a yell.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." Alan replied. For some reason, Paige didn't have a very good feeling about this place. She had a feeling she knew this place and it was for sure a bad feeling. A feeling like they did something wrong there.
All of a sudden, they all heard a "Paige, baby, there you are!" Everyone turned to whoever was yelling and noticed a man with curly hair who looked like he ran the place.
"What?" Paige asked in confusion.
"Are you getting up there or what? C'mon. Baby. Let's get a move on. It's bout time you showed up, I've been waiting all damn day. Now, get your ass up there!" The dude ordered her which angered Phil. He grabbed the guy's shirt, threatening him.
"Don't talk to her like that, fuckin' prick!" Phil growled as the dude held up his hands in surrender.
"I actually have no problem with you going up there." Eric commented as Paige gave him a disgusted look; she was not going up there, no fucking way.
"Sorry, man." The dude said as Phil let him go. "Not only have I been waiting for her, I've been waiting for him all day too."
"Waiting for who?" Stu asked confused.
"Chow, the biggest fuck." The dude answered. Everyone looked at each other in worry, remembering about stuffing Chow's dead body in the freezer. "Why what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Jamie quickly replied. "Nothing's wrong, right guys?" she lied in an unconvincing tone. Thankfully, the dude didn't seem to notice.
"Okay, good." The man replied and ducked. He grabbed something from under the counter and showed it to everyone. "Look at this. Look what I bring for him. Check it out, huh." He unwrapped it and inside was a gun. The girls all gulped simultaneously.
"No, no, no, no." Phil mumbled.
"6000 dollars. American." The dude demanded.
Alan stared at the gun and spoke in amazement. "Wow, it looks so real." He picked it up.
"Alan, no, don't—"Connie cried out but before she could take it away from him, he accidentally fired it. Everyone quickly ducked and screamed as they took cover. Glass started to hit them from before. The music abruptly stopped playing. Alan quickly stopped and looked around in confusion.
"Sorry. Sorry." He apologized.
"ALAN WHAT THE FUCK!" Both Jamie and Phil chorused in shock and anger at him. Connie quickly took the gun away from him and settled it down on the counter. As punishment, she grabbed his hand and slapped him, making him flinch as she gave him a stern look.
"Jesus, dude. You're fucked up in the head." Eric snapped at him, making Alan look down in sadness.
"It's okay!" The dude took the gun away. "The gun, very sensitive, very sensitive."
"We can see that." Paige said sarcastically.
He turned to all the strippers and yelled out, "Everyone okay?" They all just nodded in hesitation. "Okay! Then get this fuck back to work! Music please!" The music started playing again and the man turned to the whole group. "Where is my 6000 dollars?"
"No, no, no. That's Chow's deal!" Connie spoke up.
"We have nothing to do with that." Jamie added.
"Un-fucking-believable, man." He spoke angrily and grabbed the gun. He suddenly pointed it towards Phil making him back up as everyone widened their eyes. "He blacks out again, this shit is gonna catch up with ya. He made a lot of enemies in this town and now we're gonna be your enemies."
"That's not fair!" Stu yelled.
"Okay, listen, we're just looking for a kid." Phil said, hoping that he maybe saw Teddy last night.
"2000 dollars." The man replied.
"What?" Eric asked confused.
"I dunno. Maybe more, okay? How young do you want this kid to be?" Was he serious?
"No!" Paige snapped. "Sorry, you misunderstood. We're looking for our friend, Teddy. 16 years old. Have you seen him?"
"Teddy?" The man suddenly remembered. "Yeah, he was with you guys here last night."
"He was!" Eric yelled as he pushed Stu aside. "Did he leave with us?"
"I dunno." The man replied. "You were in the corner all night with Kimmy, I didn't see you leave."
"Who?" Paige asked in a scarily low tone of voice.
"Oh shit…" Jamie mumbled.
Eric nervously backed off. Paige grabbed Eric's collar and yanked him back and pointed at him. "He?"
The man shook his head, "You all were." He looked at all the guys.
Connie looked at Alan as he cried out, "Don't hit me!"
This time, Jamie looked at Stu as he swallowed nervously. She glared at him as Stu spoke, "I love you?" Jamie pressed her lips into a thin line and pushed him away. He fell down as Jamie, Connie, and Paige all turned back to the guy.
"Where's Kimmy?" the three all asked in unison, anger clearly written over their faces.