KZOMBI3: HEY GUYS! KZOMBZ HERE! I know it's been fucking forever since I've been on, right? Well I'll have you guys know a whole mess of crap has been happening in my life at the moment and so it made writing very difficult:

-My writing muse, went off on vacation and didn't think to tell me
-My grandmother has Alzheimer and she's only been getting worse so I've been spending a lot of time with family, ya know?
-College (that should be explanation enough)
-And weddings up the WAZOO!

It's not fair that younger people than myself are getting married (namely people I know) and I'm not yet… it's like WTF? Also; great news guys: I've quit smoking! WOOT! 1 year and a month and counting! So that has been my life without you guys, very boring.
BUT! Without further ADO, I give to you, my loyal readers if you're still out there, the newest chapter to hit BDS. ENJOY!

Chapter 11: Well Deserved

The day was beautiful, well, as beautiful as it can get what with us being in Boston, in the early months of spring. Not to mention the fact that it is quite cloudy and we're near the bay. Has anyone else ever wondered and noticed that on cloudy days it is particularly cold and darker when you're closest to water? Food for thought, yeah?

Even in my topsy-turvy view point, I pointed this notion out to myself upon realizing that the park wasn't very crowded. It was however noon on a Sunday most families would've still been sitting in church praying, confession or others religious routines for the week. So I guess it kinda made sense. Then I remembered.

"OH CRAP!" Immediately everyone in the group had their eyes on me.

"Wha's wrong T?" Murphy set me back down on the ground and held me in place.
"It's Sunday,-"
"Yeah, and?"
"Don't ye two go te church every Sunday?"
The twins both nodded in agreement, "Well shit… Is dóigh liom Uafásach!"
"Why?"
"Because…" I stressed the word, "I dragged ye two away from church and I didn't mean te it was more like spur o' te moment, ye know? An' so I wasn't plannin' on takin' ye boys away from God an-," however, Murphy placed his fingers against my lips to silence me.

"Shh, it's fine Teagan. We went before ye were even up this mornin'."
"Yeah, we went to te early service. Ransom was up an' said he'd watch ye while we were gone love," Conner finished. I looked around the group and found Ransom's face. He smiled and held thumbs up before I turned back to Murphy.

"So stop yer worrin' so much,"
"I don't worry that much-," though I was silenced yet again by Murphy pressing his lips into mine. His chapped lips crashed into mine with such longing. It was perfect… save for the fact that everyone was staring and letting out low whistles and cat-calls. Leave it to them to ruin an innocent moment.

Once we broke apart, I looked at the boys, "Yes?"
They mumbled their words under their breath and jumbled together. Murphy smiled at me however Ransom interrupted the moment (again).

"DAAAAMN GIRL!"
"Wha-?"
"So tha's what te 2 o' 'em look like sucking face…"
"I'm with Conner, I kinda expected some type of explosion. Ya know more heated…sexy," Romeo continued wiggling his eyebrows to the boys in an "ehh, ehhhh" sort of way.
Murphy punched his shoulder, "SHUDDAP!" The 3 of them just busted over laughing.

"C'mon Murph, boys… settle down, ye lot!" I couldn't help but laugh with them. 'My friends are the best,' I thought to myself.

XXX

Throughout the day all of us fought over positions in line, either for the rides or even to get food. And let's just say not all the fighting was happening within our little dysfunctional family group. It went a little like this:

We were all getting ready to head up into the line for the rollercoaster, we had even convinced Romeo to join us. So we get up to the place where you have to wait before getting into the actual seats of the ride… well some little cac (little shit) decides he's going to cut and get the better seat… it gets interesting…

"OI! I was 'ere first!" Conner was yelling at the kid, who couldn't have been more than 14-15 years of age.
"Dude, what's with your voice… are you going through some type of stage? Jeez… fucking weird foreigners." And he promptly turned his back to us.
"I'ma fuckin'-,"
"Conn, calm down… I'll see wha' I can do yeah?" I walked to the kid and tapped his shoulder.
"Umm, excuse me, sorry but we were 'ere before ye lad, do ye mind?" He had the NERVEto give the look about. Fuckin' teenagers!

"No, but how'd you like to ride with me up in the front?"

"Actually, we'd really like te ride all together, so if you could umm I don' know, GET OUT TE FUCKIN' WAY!"

"I can do more than that babe…" and as he began to reach and grab me, a swift kick to the nether regions was highly needed. "Thank ye kindly… c'mon boys!"

So we rode on the ride, of course the scene didn't help Romeo overcome his fear of roller coasters, in fact I think he doesn't want to ever try it again… we'll see.
OH! So later on in the day we actually ran into that kid again, and he was with his family; I'm assuming. Only I didn't fight this time. It was the boys turn to have some fun and hit people other than themselves.

That was a lot of fun as well…

We took out so much on poor little Romeo that it was now the boys turn to flip all on someone else. Me.
I am deathly scared of heights. Well, actually, it's not the height that I'm terrified of; it is the height at which falling will kill me! So, in other words I'm just scared of falling and then dying. Which, to those of you who know me now; Teagan, scared of dying? NAHHH…yep.

"C'mon guys!" I shouted to them, pulling on Murphy's arm, nearly tearing it out of socket. There was a giant machine towering in front of us that I happened to be dragging them towards. There was a sign at the bottom of it where everyone loads up reading, THE PLUNGE.

Two very simple, very cryptic words. I liked it.
Despite me being scared, I do love the adrenaline rush. Ye know, when I'm not out killing people. It's nice.

Conner, Murphy and I were strapped in. Conner to my left, Murphy to the right, me of course in the middle, I am NOT gonna sit on the outside. Of course Romeo and Eric sat this one out even, Ransom doesn't like this particular ride. He says it "messes up his hair too much". PSHT, please.

The ride started off slow, the conductor's voice coming out as static through the speakers only intensified the moment. The noises of the gears and cranks working together to move the heavy weight up slowly, they sounded as if they were moaning for help. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity on the way up, we can to an abrupt stop. A few seagulls flew past us. Inwardly, I counted.

'1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, 5 Mississippi, 6 Mississippi …'
On the 6th count, the world seemed to have stopped, if only for a moment. I felt like the wind was being knocked out of me, as I struggled to find my voice and scream as the ground beneath me, came hurling towards me. Or was it I who was being thrown to the ground? Either way, we finally stopped; I was scared… adrenaline was coursing through my body: mission accomplished.

"Whew… how was tha'?" I asked looking up at my boys.
Their hair was askew and goofy, excited grins were plastered on their faces. They grabbed me by my arm and dragged me back in line, insisting that it would be only one more time. I agreed, only because they had a grip… BOTH of them.

As we got back in line, and idea struck me…I began to take my shoes off and set them at the operator's post. The guys stared at me.
"Oh c'mon ye big chickens, take 'em off," I taunted sticking my tongue out at them. They looked between one another before kicking their own off.
"We'll show ye T-,"
"Yeah, we're not babies like ye lass…" they laughed and I smiled.
The ride was now back down on ground level and accepting passengers to their death… err, entertainment. We settled into our previous positions and waiting until more people filled up the rest of the seats.

I looked around at all the people walking around the park, and spotted Eric and Romeo sitting on a bench.
"T! TTTTTTTTT!" Ransom's voice, not surprisingly, traveled to my ears.
"WHA'! I'm a little busy!"
"When you die- can I have your cameras?"
"WHAAT?" I'm sure everyone back in Ireland heard that.

At this point the ride had already begun taking us up to the top. I slowly saw Ransom and Romeo and all the other innocent by-standers getting smaller and smaller. Granted the ride isn't EXTREMLY tall, but enough to kill if ever a person were to, I don't know… slip outta their harness… I began to feel numbness hit my body. Starting at my feet and working its way up.

The Saints both looked at me, "Yeah, tha's a great idea- Teagan, can I 'ave yer car?" Conner asked. I glared daggers at him, "No, ye can't. But I'll make ye a deal, ye can 'ave Ransom." His face lit up like a 1000 watt bulb, if only for a split second.

"Really?" My eyes widened in excitement.
"I KNEW ITTTTT!" I exclaimed just at the right moment, because as soon as I shouted, the ride dropped us again. Murphy, in mid-fall gripped my hand and gave it a squeeze.

Once back down on solid ground, I skipped ahead of my boys before turning around on 'em so that we had a bit of privacy.
"Conner…"
"Whoa-!" He ran into me.
"What?"
"So, wha' was tha' back there? Ehh?" I wiggled my brows in a very suggestive manner.

He turned 12 shades of red before looking down at his boots, which I then noticed that the boys looked an awful lot alike today. And I don't mean just the twins… but Romeo too. I brushed it aside. Ransom and Conner's future love child is at stake!

"I knew it! I was right! Oh this is perfect! Wait till Ransom knows-,"
"NO!"
"Huh?"
"Ye can't tell 'im yet…"
"Why-?"
"Yes dear brother, why?" Conner just stood their, blushing.
"I kinda had a certain way te do it-,"
"Oh… like wha'?"
"C'mon tell us!"
"Fuck ye, I ain't gotta tell ye two shite!"

"Tell 'em what Conn?" Ransom asked as they both walked up to us.
"N-nothin' Ransom," I tried to contain myself. He eyed me suspiciously before giving up. I laughed while the rest of the group was talking amongst themselves. We started walking and then noticed outta the corner of my eye a clown. It looked harmless enough, but who knows… clowns are wicked creepy.

It was a big guy, I deduced by the way that he walked, ("he's a ladies man…" he really wasn't. I just like that song.) Not to mention when he turned around to look, there was a five o'clock shadow engulfing his face. He was around 6'5", with bulging arms and stomach, and most likely legs, but in those clown get-ups who can say for sure. Now, when I say "bulging" I don't mean fat… no I mean all muscle. Who's ever seen a buff clown? Seriously, I didn't think so…

That wasn't the only thing I noticed that was weird about him. No, it was his make-up, or rather how he wore it. The designs used reminded me of something I hadn't seen since I was a child. Over his left eye was a pink right side up triangle and over his left: a neon green star. It was so simple I thought; the colors matched the colored pattern on the rest of his clown costume. It's normal for a clown to wear random colors and shapes on their faces for the public, right?

But my heart stopped when he turned and I caught a glimpse of his right ear. Some of it was torn off and ripped. It was due to a firearms accident, right before I ran away from home and the business… I shot him.

Too bad I missed…

KZOMBI3: HEY! I hope you all enjoyed the latest and newest chapter! (To those who are still left reading this) I know it has been forever, but I'm trying to write more and more everyday… It is a slow process though. So stay patient and don't leave me! I'll be posting more up soon. I hope!