A case of Writer's block
Lauren's P.O.V.:
"Were Halfway There, were looking good now nothing's going to get in the way. Were halfway there and looking back now, I never thought that I would ever say were halfway there," the chorus to a new song from Big Time Rush played on the radio in the Electric Diner as Sean and sat down with our buddies Keith, Shock and Mario. PJ was in another corner working on homework. "I still can't believe Big Time Rush is making an album now that's awesome," I smiled at the others after drinking some juice.
"Yes it sure is Lauren. They worked so hard for this and now it pays off. I still can't believe they were close to losing it all, close," Shock told me. "Yeah but how would that affect the fact the boys have a destiny to fulfill like Lauren," Sean asked. "You do bring a good point man," Keith agreed. "True Sean does but its like my dad once told me, if there is a passion you like and find a job that matches it, it doesn't become a job otherwise what's the point," Mario told me with a smile. "Wow. Mario your dad sure has words of wisdom," Keith smiled. "He sure does. But I'm excited for Hector's birthday coming up not to mention the rap battle tonight," he told us.
"Yeah you guys do," Sean, Keith and I told the others. "Any nerves kicking in yet," I asked. "Not really were excited, and looking forward to it," Shock smiled. "Nice but what about Hector's birthday Lauren," Keith asked. "Yeah you promised to tell us about the party," Mario cheered.
"I know. Sean, Jess and I are planning for his surprise party and the music video shoot. But I didn't have a chance to even look at our plan or the notes for that day all this week," I told them. "How come," Shock asked. "Had a quiz to study for," Sean said first. "Had a project to work on for science," I added. "More importantly," Keith added. "Order the costumes online," we told them. "Oh," Mario realized. "Yes sir. That's what it was. Now can we hear the rap you guys are doing for the show please? I'm getting anxious," Keith asked. "Why not. Shock, if you please," Mario answered, 2and Shock started to beatbox as the two of us watched.
"And so grabbing that giraffe, doubled back with laughter we could live happily horribly ever after," Mario rapped before doing an explosion sound as we smiled. "Nice," I said applauding and so did Keith along with Sean. "Good job guys, whoo hoo," Sean whistled. "Thanks. Still, a little rough around the edges but I think we got it," Mario smiled. Just as the excitement came in, it died out instantly when Danny Rebus showed up. "Oh hey Danny, didn't see you there. What's up," Shock asked.
"Isn't it funny, I was thinking the same thing you know Shock," Danny told him. "Oh Mario and I are rehearsing for the Rap Battle show tonight. You remember Mario right," he asked. "Oh, yes I do but this isn't the point," Danny told him. "Uh oh," I told Sean. "Sounds like Shock is in trouble," Sean told me concerned. "What point are you talking about Danny," Shock asked. "The point you decided to ask Mario to be your partner for this and not me," he told him. "Oh sorry Danny, I didn't realize but are you sure we talked about this," Shock asked confused. "I think this is about to get a little bit crazy," I told Sean. "Looks to be that way," he told me.
"No, we didn't. I guess should have brought it up with you at the Christmas party but I chose to wait by my phone for a call from you and ring but didn't get one from you and assumed my phone was broken," Danny told him. "And was it broken," Sean asked. "No. It was fine. By the way hi you two," he told us. "Hey," we smiled. "Oh were you guys listening to Big Time Rush," he asked us. "Yes! I swear I love this song! Can you believe they are making an album," Sean told Danny with a smile. Shock and Mario along with Keith looked at us. "We'll talk after," I told them. They nodded okay. "Besides that, the thing that really got broken was my heart," he told them. "Danny I'm sorry. Mario can switch out if you want so you and I can be partners," Shock apologized.
Mario's P.O.V.:
"Yeah I can do that man. I didn't know so please," I insisted with Danny. "No, no thanks. Damage has been done already. Now I have to enter the rap battle by myself unless Lauren and Sean want to do it," he said looking at the two. "Polite pass. We don't do rap," they smiled. "Great. By the way look out you two because I have skills and you know one thing," he said to us. "What's that," I asked. "Their mad," Danny said before leaving. "Uh Danny I think you should be care," Lauren was starting to say as he slammed the door causing the sign to fall down. "full," Lauren finished saying after it happened. He soon came by again and got the sign back up. "Sorry," he apologized before leaving one more time. I soon looked at Lauren and Sean. "Okay you two confess, what is going on with you and Danny," I asked.
Lauren's P.O.V.:
Sean and I knew we had to come clean with this right then and there. "Alright, please don't tell Hector but keep this between us," I told Shock and Mario. "That includes you Keith," Sean told him. "Oh," Keith realized. "Were friends with him and he likes Big Time Rush as much as we do. I'm worried Hector will found out and be mad at me," I admitted. "That's why you kept making bee lines whenever we call you," Keith realized. "Yeah. We already had close calls and honestly I feel like word is going to get out sooner or later. So, promise not to tell," Sean asked. "Promise," they replied with smiles and crossing fingers behind backs. "Good, if you guys rat us out, I am going to be mad," I told them. "Don't worry we won't," Shock told us. "Well on another note that thing with Danny went interesting," Mario noticed. The four of us nodded yes and agreed with him. "PJ coming tonight," Shock asked looking over.
"I'm sorry what," PJ asked. "The rap battle, you going cuz," Keith asked. "I don't know cousin. I'm stuck," he told us. "What do you mean stuck," I asked looking over. "I have to work on a story for my creative writing class back home," he told us. "You mean for school," Sean asked as we walked over. "Yeah. My teacher wants to test our creativity skills to see if we can write a story anywhere. She had us draw ideas from a hat. Someone got the moon, or a theme park but what did I get? A refrigerator," he told us. "A refrigerator," we all asked in unison confused.
"Yes. I know and I am stuck," he told us. "Well, got anything written down," Keith asked. "I got one word and that's it," he said showing us the laptop. "The," I read out loud. "Well, it is a start," Keith told him. "Dude, this assignment is driving me crazy and bonkers at the same time," PJ told us. "Ah, it could only mean one thing PJ and I think I know what it is," I told him. "You do," he asked looking at me. "Sounds like you got a grade A case of writer's block," Sean told him. "Writer's what," the others asked. "Writer's block. It's a condition of being unable to think of what to write," I told him.
"Oh, so you get brain fried," he told us. "Exactly. Lauren and I have some of those moments in school. Even when we wrote our last scientific statement on the effect of water and a penny," Sean recalled. "Okay, now that I have writers block. Anyone got an idea on how to break it," PJ asked. "Well how about free write. That seems to help me," Shock suggested. "Maybe but how am I going to write a story in a fridge. Anyone else have ideas," he asked us. We were thinking and soon heard a cricket chirping.
"Okay who has the cricket," I asked. "My ringtone," someone told us. I shrugged and soon looked at Keith. "Keith, I think we might need the gang. Were going to need all we can get," I told my friend. "Good call Lauren. PJ mind if I call for help," he asked. "If they can help, I need it," PJ told us. "Well, in that case HEY YOU GUYS," Keith yelled. I started to pace around and so did Sean thinking of ideas that can help PJ.
"Okay, he needs to write a story that takes place in a fridge; but he's stuck," I thought. "So he can do a Star Wars story and call it Food wars, no to much thinking," Sean thought. "He can, no to big for a fairytale," I replied. "Well, he has to write something," Sean said to me as we plopped into one of the chairs. "Yes, he does," I admitted. Jess and Lisa soon came into the diner. "Hey we got the call, what's up," Jess greeted us. "We need help and fast and where is Hector," I answered. "He's picking up groceries for mom and will be coming by the diner to pick you up for the rap battle," she told me. "Oh, that's good. I thought he bailed again," I told her. "No, he wouldn't so, lay it on us," Lisa said sitting down. "PJ has to do an assignment for creative writing and has a case of writers block," I told my sister.
Jess's P.O.V.:
"Writer's block," I asked my sister. "Yep. He can't seem to think of a story that can take place in a fridge. Got suggestions," Lauren asked. "Well for one thing its kind of weird if you ask me," I answered. "Join the club," Sean, Mario and Shock agreed with me. "Yeah why couldn't I write something fun you know like a Western," PJ thought out loud.
Lauren's P.O.V.:
Everyone was agreeing that a Western would be fun. "Yeah that would be fun, you know with the old towns, cattle and cowboys," Keith said doing a Western accent. "Yeah that would be fun, wait a minute, maybe he can," I realized. "How," everyone asked. "Sean, Lisa and I can help. And besides, it would be fun to write a Western in a fridge," I told them. "Great idea Lauren," Sean answered. "Yeah," the others agreed. "Shock, yo," Mario called to him looking at his watch. "Oh shoot. We got to get ready. We'll see you guys at the show," Shock called leaving the diner.
"Dad, I'm heading over with the others I'll see you there," Keith called to Leo. "See you soon champ," he replied back as Keith left. "I'll go with them," Jess said as she left too. "Don't forget to tell Hector," I called back. "I won't," she smiled. The others left as they were beatboxing away and walking out. "Can I join with them please," PJ asked. "Nice try PJ. You got to get this assignment done. Besides, the three of us are here to help you," I told him. "Okay your right," he admitted. "Honestly, if you want to write a western, just do that," I advised. "Still it has to be in a fridge," he moaned. "Well, were confident we can make this work," Sean smiled. "Easy for you to say," PJ groaned.
"Come on PJ, though it has to be this way but weird can be good, right Lisa," Sean asked. "Indeed Sean," she smiled. "Weird can be good? Wait, weird can be good," PJ realized. "Think you got something," I asked. "Sure do. Yeah, Cold Creek, Colorado without a doubt the chilliest town in the old West but when it came to the good folks that live there, well then you couldn't find any place warmer than that. Our story begins with the sheriff of this town a leader by the name of Sheriff Frank who had just one simple rule in his town," PJ started typing and I smiled along with Sean knowing this story was perfect.
"I can imagine this if it happened," I told Sean. "Let's dramatically dream it shall we," Sean asked as we stared into the light thinking about the story.
(Inside the fridge)
Frank's P.O.V.:
I was walking around my town making sure everything was fine and I could feel how swell the air was. "Ah a pleasant day. I always remember if I don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all. Right Deputy pickles," I asked my sidekick. "Yes sure is Sheriff, only here in Cold Creek we use positive words to make people feel good," he replied. "Indeed. Like happy and nice. It's great to live in this town," I replied with a smile. We soon came near Mary Lou Carrot who teaches a school house in town.
"Howdy Sheriff Frank, Deputy Pickles," she greeted us. "Howdy Mary Lou, lovely day isn't," I asked her. "It is beautiful I tell you cold, but not freezing, just right," she smiled. "Perfect. Now, how is everything at the school house," I asked. "Swell as always, the children are napping and don't they just look peaceful when they sleep," she asked. "They sure are," I smiled walking over to the saloon where soda pop and olives were waiting for me. "Howdy fellas," I greeted. "Howdy Sheriff. Hope you come on by today and try a little bit of the juice today," Soda pop told me. "Bonjour. I must tell you it is very delicious today. Do hope you stop by," the French olives told me with a smile.
"I think we might. In the meantime, Pickles and I are off to wrangle some onions that are at the Crisper. Come on Pickles, were late," I told him as we sort of rode off into the sunshine getting the onions.
Lauren's P.O.V.:
I peered over Sean's shoulder as PJ wrote the first paragraph of the story. "Nice job PJ," Sean cheered giving him a high five. "Looks good right? It's starting to feel like a Western now," he told us. "Indeed. So, I think we need to add some conflict into this and there is plenty we can do like man vs man. Or in this case fruit vs food," Lisa told us. "It does sound a little weird," I told them.
"But hey weird can be good right," PJ asked us. "Yeah so we need to cause some trouble," I thought. "But how? Every single one of these characters are good and positive, how can we make it work," PJ asked. "Good question. Everyone think," Sean told us as we thought hard enough to get an idea. "Wait a minute I got one," all of us said in unison looking at each other. "Who goes first," I asked. "Not it," we said staring at each other. "PJ," Sean said to him. "Okay, what if we had a negative character that can cause trouble," PJ told us.
"Perfect. Now, I think I know a good person perfect to be a negative character," I said. "What you thinking Lauren," PJ asked. "Well, didn't we just run into him a few seconds ago," I asked. "Danny Rebus," the others realized catching on. "Great idea Lauren. I think I have an idea," PJ told us as he started to type again.
(Back in the fridge)
Third Person's P.O.V.:
The kind good folks of Cold Creek thought that their town would be positive and peaceful forever. Yet that all changed one day when a new stranger came to town while the sheriff and deputy were out wrangling onions.
Soda Pop's P.O.V.:
"Hey look over there Oliva, someone's coming to good old town," I said to Oliva looking to see a figure coming into view walking across our street. "Howdy folks, seems like a nice town you have here," the fruit told us. "We'll never find a nicer one for sure and welcome," Mary Lou told the stranger. "It is our pleasure to welcome a new neighbor here," Oliva smiled. "Yes indeed especially a tomato like yourself," I smiled. The apple's head soon looked at me. "What did you just call me, old man," he asked.
"Forgive old pop, he doesn't have his glasses on today. That's an apple old pop," she told me. "Oh my mistake and apology please," I told him. "Do I still look like a tomato to you old man," he asked me. "No you don't. I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't tell," I explained. "I know you mentioned that sir, but from where I am from when you call an apple a tomato, you just made yourself an enemy," he told me and that negative word spread over to them.
"What a negative thing to say enemy please stop," Mary Lou pleaded to the apple. "Well, I can't little lady because if you want an enemy, you just got one and I will make life in this kind town miserable," he told us with a grin of no good on his face. "SHERRIF FRANK, DEPUTY PICKLES PLEASE HELP," Oliva called as we all just stood there trembling in fear.
Frank's P.O.V.:
Pickles and I made sure all the onions were wrangled up and placed safely in their pen. "Well that's the last of them Deputy Pickles, you think everything is fine back in town," I asked my deputy. "Sure hope so Sheriff, otherwise, what would we do," he replied. "SHERRIF FRANK, DEPUTY PICKLES PLEASE HELP," a voice sounded across the area where we were. "That's Oliva, sounds like something has happened. Come on," I told my deputy as we quickly rode back into town.
Sean's P.O.V.:
"Okay PJ we got conflict down and I think it's working," I told him with a grin. "Yes Sean sure is a negative apple in a positive town," he told us. "Yes so what's next," Lisa asked. "Well, I'm going to write about it right now," he told us typing away at the keys.
Third Person:
The people in Cold Creek were in shock of how this happened. They have never heard negative words before.
Apple's P.O.V.:
I walked right over by the milk where that carrot was with the school kids. Think it's time I had some fun. "Hey milk, your sell by date has long past and you smell rotten and nasty," I told it. The carrot looked frightened at this. "I am asking this once please don't say this in front of the children, your making them scared," she pleaded. "He scares me Ms. Lou," one of the carrots said to her as she comforted them.
I walked from them and soon went into the general store to have a drink. I figured to need it after walking all the way to here. I sat down and took a sip of the drink. "That juice was disgusting," I told soda pop and that French olive person who looked at me with shock. "I sure hope Sheriff Frank returns soon," Soda pop told her.
"Please he wouldn't," I snorted and soon walked out of the store over to where a giant peach was. "Hey peach you are the pits," I told the fruit. It stared at me. "Got it? You have a pit? Well, your sense of humor is terrible," I answered after a while.
Oliva's P.O.V.:
"I am still confident in Sheriff Frank, he can take down this apple," I told the others as we looked with worry.
Third Person's P.O.V.:
Still, everywhere he went the bad apple only spoke nothing of negative words. All of them began to pollute the town of Cold Creek of it's refreshing air. But then, the sheriff and deputy came riding back into town on time.
Pickle's P.O.V.:
We arrived back in town to see negative words polluting our beautiful town. "Awful," I asked out loud. "Horrible," Sheriff replied looking in shock just as I was. "Disgusting," the two of us cried out afterwards. We were still stunned and the apple soon came up to us. I looked scared to be quite honest, but I must be strong. "So, I understand you have been saying some negative things around here," Sheriff told the apple. "Yes and somebody called me a tomato," he replied. "A tomato? Who called you that," I asked.
"Him," he replied referring to Soda Pop. "I know but be it as it may, we like to say positive things here in Cold Creek," Sheriff told him.
Frank's P.O.V.:
"Well to be quite honest sir, I find it to be idiotic," the apple replied. The others around me gasped as the word came from his lips. I was not happy but I have to stay strong. "Well looks like we got a conflict on our hands. This fridge isn't big enough for the two of us you know," I told the apple. "I was thinking the same thing as well," he replied.
"Why don't you guys have a showdown? That's what we do here. It will be the sheriff's positive words against your negative words," Pickles proposed. "A mighty fine idea deputy," I told him. Soon the apple chuckled. "You sound pretty confident. But what happens if I win," he asked. "If you win, I along with Deputy Pickles will leave town and you can have my sheriff's star," I said taking it off and tossing it on the ground.
The others were surprised and shocked but this is what I have to do. "If I win, you leave on the horseradish you came on, deal," I asked. "Deal," he smirked.
Lisa's P.O.V.:
"PJ this is perfect. You now got the perfect ending to a Western, the showdown at high noon," I told him with a smile. "Yes it sure is, now I have to write it which I am doing now," he told us and began typing. "It was moments before high noon in the town of Cold Creek. The people gathered together wondering and worrying in anticipation for what was going to happen while the sun beaded down on them while they looked at Main Street to see a frankfurter and an apple ready to throw down," he said typing it on the computer. "I think this is going to be great," Sean told me. "Shall we think about it," Lauren asked. "Indeed we shall," I told them as we looked into the sky.
(Back in the fridge)
Frank's P.O.V.:
I felt pretty confident in winning this much like my opponent. I still feel a bit upset of what he did to our town but people can change right? Well, I got to think about it that's for sure. The clock soon stroke noon and I knew it was time to begin. "Ready," I asked him. "Ready for you to lose," he replied. "Draw guys," Pickles told them beatboxing along the way. "So where do I start with all this dreadful? You really want negative words, let me give you a handful with a bunch of rhymes that are terrible and wicked," he sung to me. Okay game on.
"You know I can make the terrible, terrific and I can turn the wicked into wonderful without no need to rehearse it. Give it a try and I can turn dreadful to dreamy see what I mean and you should set it free," I replied back feeling confident. "Leave me alone you dog, this place is awful including you are so horrendous," he replied. "Well in that case this is awesome more like stupendous and besides when this started I knew you were relentless," I replied. "Well that is resentful," he told me. "Hey that's brilliant," I answered back. "What," he asked.
"Give me another word you apple, and I can change it for you right now won't you say," I asked him through rap. "Jealous," he told me. "Joyful," I replied. "Repulsive," "Refined," "Gross," "Great, what else you got your mind apple," I asked. "This is dumb," he answered. "Divine and I am delighted you visited for sure," I shot back. "Miserable," "Magnificent isn't," "Spoiled," "Sparkling" "Lousy" "Laughter, we could live (horribly) happily ever after," I told him. With that, the clock and smoke of negative words cleared out like magic.
"Well, I must tip my hat to you sheriff. You won fair and square. Well, it looks like I must leave," the apple told me. "Safe travels and Godspeed to you my friend," I told him. "Be well apple," Pickles called out. "We wish you the best of luck," the carrot told me with a smile.
Apple's P.O.V.:
"Come back and visit sometime Cherie please," the olives told me. I know I had to leave because it was a deal but I like these people. "Goodness, I must confess to you all. After all the negative words I said, scared the children, I see you are all sweet and kind. What a lovely and divine bunch of foods you are," I said telling them with a smile. They agreed and positive words came from my lips and filled the air with joy. "Say apple, I feel confident you have changed and you know we don't hold grudges in Cold Creek but would you like to stay here? We would love to have you," Frank told me. "Really? You mean it," I asked. "We sure do," the soda pop told me with a smile. "I would love to. Thank you sheriff and honestly if my arms were a little longer, I give you all a big hug," I responded. They chuckled and I smiled.
P.J.'s P.O.V.:
"And so life in the town of Cold Creek was back to normal. Even from that point on, when it came to negative words all became quiet in the Western fridge. The end. So what you guys think," I asked Lauren, Sean and Lisa. "Mark the date, sound the alarm PJ you just wrote a Western in a fridge," Lauren cheered. "I knew you could do it man. With help from us of course," Sean smiled. "Well," I started to say in my Western accent but stopped. "Well, I couldn't have done it with you three. I am making sure to tell my teacher I am giving credit to the three of you. Thanks again for helping me overcome my writer's block," I told them. "Don't mention it Keith. It's what friends do," Sean shrugged.
Lauren's P.O.V.:
"It sure is. Hey, I'm going to head over to the rap battle. You guys coming," Lisa asked. "We have to wait for Hector he's taking us; but we'll see you there Lisa," I told her. "Perfect. See you guys. PJ you coming," Lisa asked getting up. "I'm going with Lauren and Sean. I have to add one more detail to the story," he told her. "Okay see you guys there," she smiled and went out the door. "What in the world do you have to add," I asked PJ.
"This. All was quiet in the western fridge. That quiet didn't last long until a new person came to town. Yee haw! Gold I've brought gold fellas, breath it in come here," a cowboy said running over to the fruit happy with joy. Gold they all asked wondering what this cowboy was thinking of. Yes, I was prospecting over by the freezer and I came across a bunch of gold. Look at it," he said opening the sack for all to see. The people were confused only to realize it's butter. "Well, I must admit it is impressive but for the record it's butter," Frank told the cowboy.
"Butter? What do you mean it's gold," he said before looking down. "Then again I stood corrected," he told them. "Have we met before, you seem familiar," he asked. "Oh I'm the Cold Creek guy you know the voice over," he told them. Oh they realized and the sheriff along with the apple invited him to a barbecue and were able to make friendships forever," PJ typed on the laptop and writing it down. "PJ that was awesome," I told him with a smile.
"Thanks Lauren. I know it's odd but hey I know one thing," he told us. "Weird can be good," we all said in unison. "You got that right," Sean highfived him. "Sure do," he smiled. The door soon opened and I saw Hector coming in. "Hector," I called out to my brother and he saw me. "Hey sis," he said hugging me. "Hi big brother," I smiled. "Hey what's up Sean," he said seeing Sean. "Nothing much Hector," he smiled.
"Oh hey PJ. Didn't see you there. I thought you were with Jess," Hector noticed. "I was but I had homework to do," he replied. "Homework," Hector asked. "You want the long story or the short," I asked. "How about the mix, besides we got to get to the rap battle," he told us. "That we do," I said getting out of my seat and Sean followed. "Wait for me," PJ called out as we ready to leave. "Not leaving anywhere without you buddy," I told him. "Come on guys, rap battle here we come," PJ cheered as we walked out of the diner. "So what happened to PJ exactly," Hector asked. "Had writer's block," Sean, PJ and I told him as we walked to the theater telling him the story of a Western in a fridge.
(In Ontario)
Matt's P.O.V.:
"I still can't believe we got a chalet in the mountains mom. I wish Lauren was here to see it," I told my parents as we looked at it. "I know Matt but have you thought about maybe inviting her up with Jess and Hector," mom asked. "Maybe mom but I hadn't seen her in a while," I thought. "Have you wrote to her at all bud," dad asked. "Well yes but honestly, now that I think of it. I think it would be nice to have Lauren up along with her family and friends, I think they would enjoy it," I thought. "That's it champ. And my idea is why not invite them for the holidays that would be nice," dad told me. "It would thanks mom, dad," I smiled and soon went into my room beginning to think of an email I would send to Lauren hopefully sometime later this year.
I'm baaaaaaacck! I know I hadn't written in a while but I was working on a paper for class, had a field trip etc. So my apologies. Anyway here is the next chapter for Lauren's story and I am doing a reboot of some of my other stories to include new characters. So please stay tuned and enjoy guys!