Parking Spots and Mr. Chewy
I had a good laugh writing this chapter. Thank you for waiting and i hope you enjoy this chapter!
Red raspberries: Thank you! Mad Hatter would never ever be nice and any way or form and it's equally enjoyable writing about him.
Faiika: I did make the cover art! I had some time on my hands and decided to try to encapsulate the story with the art. Don't fret dear, there are more in store for them as you read!
404 rorrE: Yea i agree, having two last names should not make up a complete name. Well, it's too late to change it now but i don't think it will be necessary.
RetardedLaptopUser: Thank you! Mad is insane, of course we'd expect him to do something that resembles his name: the unexpected.
I hate airports. There's literally nothing you can do but plant your butt next to the nearest outlet and pray that the sockets will fit your charger because you're ultimately f*cked if you have to twiddle your thumbs for god knows how long until your flight is announced.
Then there's the Baggage zone. I've been nearly arrested before for carrying a plastic knife, the ones you find in the take-out food all wrapped up with a spork and a napkin? Yea, that's the one.
Well guys, that wasn't the thing that got me detained in a holding cell. When they found the knife, they took it away and gave me the evil eye and began to really dig and I do mean dig through my luggage. And guess what they discovered tucked away under two pairs of bras and four pairs of socks?
A bomb.
…
Of course wasn't a bomb you idiot, it was an alarm clock in the shape of a bomb that Alexa had gifted me saying "when it wakes you up, it's going to sound like someone dropped a nuclear weapon onto your bed."
I was never late for class after that.
Unfortunately, the officers weren't so amused with my explanation -hey I thought it was funny as hell- and kept me behind bars and sitting on a hard plastic chair till Alexa came and picked me up.
The little shit didn't stop laughing her ass off even as they escorted me out of the airport. To this day, I'm sure there are pictures of me on the internet somewhere.
It was our luck when we arrived, that the airport was packed full of people walking so fast it was as if their life depended on it. Road rage cars honked and screeched over the chaotic noise accompanied by the distant sonic boom of planes taking flight from the landing strip.
"Remind me again why we can't take my dad's private jet?" Alexa complained as we searched for a place to park. "I forgot how hellish it is to find parking- OI! USE YOUR F*CKING TURN SIGNALS DUMBASS!" She laid on the horn and pounded the flat of her palm against the steering wheel, "I hate it when people don't use their turn signals! It's like they don't know the thing that stick out of their steering wheels are for us to know when they're turning!" I gripped the handle near the car's ceiling that I now dubbed, the OH-Shit! handle and hung on as she made a sharp right to avoid a large sedan.
"It's like having a car. Your name is licensed under that car, if they catch us and identify the plane, who are they going to trace the owner's name to? That's right, your poor dad is going to get dragged into my shit and that's the last thing I want to happen." Alexa's shoulders drooped only to stiffen up when she suddenly jerked the car over a lane,
"Aha! Jackpot!" Squeezed between a -well f*ck me, a fruit truck- and an Escalade was a space that was barely wide enough to fit her Camaro. I looked up and my eyes caught the glint of another vehicle who was already heading toward the same spot,
"Um…Alexa, I think someone saw it too." Alexa risked a glance over and her eyes narrowed,
"I'm not going to waste another hour looking for a parking spot. THAT SPOT IS MINE!" She flicked on her signal stomped on the gas and the Camaro leaped forward. As if the driver had already anticipated her reaction, the Chevy revved its engine and my stomach lurched as the meter jumped to 50 and we were streaking toward the empty space.
At this rate, one of us was going to take the spot and the other would crash if neither of them stopped. The time bomb for imminent death ticked closer as we headed for a collision course with the parked truck,
Deja f*cking Vu.
"Alexa!-"
"DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT THIS!" Alexa's hands spun the wheel at the very last second and the Camaro twisted sideways, the car screeched as tires burned and smoke billowed from the tailpipe as the Camaro drifted right into the empty spot and slammed into the sidewalk barrier, tilting the car to the side before gravity smashed us back down with a heavy thump. My temple and shoulder hit the window on impact and I cried out as the seatbelt dug into my chest, abruptly cutting off my breath. The Chevy squealed as owner mashed onto the brakes and the vehicle jerked to a stop inches away from the Camaro's body.
"SCOOOREE!" Alexa did a fist pump and raised her arms up laughing manically. She turned to look at me with a wild shine in her eyes, "that was exhilarating, right? I told you I'd get it!" She was still grinning as I groaned and released the seatbelt,
"Never again," I gasped and stumbled out of the car; I wouldn't be surprised to see another collection of bruises appear on my side,
"HEY LADY! THAT'S MY SPOT!" The burly man we had raced poked his head out of the window, his face flushed red as he got out of his car and stormed toward us sporting a beard and looked to be in his early thirties. I cringed the second he stepped out of his truck; the guy was just massive, he had to be at least four inches over six feet with arms the size of tree trunks. Right now, making him angry was the last thing any sane person would want to do, he could probably put a dent on the car with his fist,
"Yea? I don't see your name on it." Alexa hissed and she stepped up till she was nearly nose to nose with the man. The adrenaline was making her reckless and I knew she was seconds away from using whatever she learned in judo to try to knock the man on his ass. I made a move to stop her and froze; there was no way the guy wouldn't recognize me and alert the authorities, my face was plastered everywhere on the media.
Burly man had his hands on his waist as he jabbed a large finger at her car,
"I've been driving for twenty minutes looking for a spot! The space you just took!" he huffed and crossed his arms, "I have somewhere I need to be right now." Alexa snorted and folded her arms, unwilling to budge,
"So do we." I squeezed my eyes shut at the silence that followed; they were having a staring contest.
A f*cking staring contest readers.
"Alexa we gotta hurry or we won't be able to see Mr. Chewy before he goes." I stuffed my hair into my jacket, flipped the hood and kept my head lowered as I walked toward her while injecting panic and tears into my voice. Burly guy's eyes lowered,
"You visiting someone?" I nodded, head still down,
"Yea, we had to find a doctor who specializes with the disease that our hamster has and had leave him in California. We just got a call to day from him that Mr. Chewy didn't have long to live." I sniffled and my lower lip wobbled and I clasped my hands together, "please don't give us a hard time, we're hoping we can fulfill his last wish and see him before he goes to Hamster Heaven." Alexa hiccupped and wiped at her eyes as her shoulders shook and she wrapped and arm around me,
"Shh, Shh it's going to be okay, we promised Mr. Chewy that we'll make it in time to see him right?" I whimpered and nodded,
"He was such a happy hamster, I wish I could hold him one more time and tell him I love him." I blubbered and was about to force another sob when I heard someone sniffling.
I risked a peek and my jaw nearly slammed onto the asphalt.
Burly man was crying, tears poured unchecked from his eyes and disappeared into his beard and he wiped them with the back of his checkered sleeve,
"You must l-love Mr. Chewy very much to send him away." He shook his head and took a step back, "I'm sorry for keeping you, please keep the spot, I can find another parking space." He gave us a smile that changed his angry demeanor immediately and headed back into his truck with a wave, "please give Mr. Chewy my condolences when you see him!" I barely stopped myself from flat out gaping as the Chevy peeled away with the smell of burnt rubber and exhaust.
"Did that just happen?" Alexa gawked and she stared at me, her jaw flapped open. "he actually bought your ridiculous story." I blinked and turned to look in the direction of the Chevy,
"I…I almost feel bad for lying to him." I muttered and Alexa shook her head chuckling and turned toward the car,
"Whatever, we got the spot thanks to you, now we need to figure out a way to get inside without being arrested the second we step through the door." I gave myself another shake and followed her back to grab our luggage.
Mark my words, the airport is one of the places where you'll meet the most interesting people.
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