Chapter 3!
Author's notes: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed this silly fic. I just finished it up, because, as you can notice from the time lapse between updates, I completely forgot about it. Most of this chapter was already written, in fact. Sorry. But I finished it up, although, if ya'll want a sequel, it might be fun. I like Charlie. Anyways, on with the conclusion of "Tales from the Road."
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"I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny!" Fred Dukes sang cheerfully, then was stopped abruptly as he was pelted with Cheez-Balls. "Hey!" he protested as he gobbled a few of the unnaturally orange snacks, "You don't throw stuff at Charlie when he sings!"
"That's because we're afraid Charlie will kill us in our sleep." whispered Todd fearfully, glancing towards the front seat where the aforementioned hitchhiker was deeply engrossed in a conversation with Vic about the buoyancy of bodies, dead versus alive.
"Besides, you're a retard." Lance interjected helpfully. "And how can you like Sir Mix-a-Lot when you're a redneck from Texas?"
"I'm not a redneck!"
'Of course not!" Pietro joined in. Fred-bashing was fun, especially the unnatural shades of purple Fred's pumpkin-shaped head turned.
"Gah!" Fred yelled incoherently. Vic and Charlie turned around, and both glared at the heavy mutant.
"I bet he would float real good." Charlie said. "Lots of nice fat, right, Bob Marley?"
Todd squeeked, and hid behind the seat.
"He knows you're there." whispered Lance. "And he threatened Fred, not you."
"But, yo, that still don't mean I'm safe." Todd replied. Lance rolled his eyes, and returned his attention to his Gameboy.
"Hey, we're almost there!" Fred said enthusiatically.
"Really?" Todd replied.
"Yep." Growled Vic from the driver's seat.
"Yea!" Cheered Charlie. "Can't wait to see Ozzy again. Man, it was crazy. I'm sure he'll remember me. No way can he forget that."
"Forget what?" Pietro asked.
"The arrest, man. It was crazy."
"Arrest?" Lance asked, unsure if he even wanted to know.
Charlie didn't answer, he just stared blankly out the window and petted Bob Marley.
Vic suddenly pulled over. "We're here."
Lance stared out the window. They were parked on the side of the interstate, with only fields and a few trees in sight. Charlie stuck Bob Marley back into his duffel, and climbed out of the van.
"It's been great. You live in New York, right? Bayville? I'll come and visit sometime." Charlie said, sticking his head back in the window.
"Yeah, we live in the big mansion with the "Xavier's Institute" sign out front." Todd told the hitchhiker.
"Gotcha. See ya, then." Said Charlie, and he moseyed off down the interstate. They could hear him muttering, "No waking the dead. No waking the living." even as Vic rolled the window up and got back on the interstate.
"Good thinking, Todd." Pietro said after riding in silence for a minute.
"Thanks."
"He was really scary." Fred said.
Vic snorted. "I just didn't want to be kicked out of the austographing before I got a picture of me with Ozzy."
"Oh."
They rode on, and arrived at the store where Ozzy was signing autographs with no major problems. Vic got his autograph, and his picture with the Oz-man, while the Brotherhood created only slight mayhem. The trip home was amazingly trouble-free, except for that one dog, but Vic swore he tried to swerve. Of course, he swerved in the direction of the dog, but they didn't really see any need to point that out. They arrived home safely, and then laid in bed giggling for hours at the thought of the X-Geeks reaction to Charlie.
The End.
Feedback is appreciated.
~Persephone
Author's notes: I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed this silly fic. I just finished it up, because, as you can notice from the time lapse between updates, I completely forgot about it. Most of this chapter was already written, in fact. Sorry. But I finished it up, although, if ya'll want a sequel, it might be fun. I like Charlie. Anyways, on with the conclusion of "Tales from the Road."
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"I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny!" Fred Dukes sang cheerfully, then was stopped abruptly as he was pelted with Cheez-Balls. "Hey!" he protested as he gobbled a few of the unnaturally orange snacks, "You don't throw stuff at Charlie when he sings!"
"That's because we're afraid Charlie will kill us in our sleep." whispered Todd fearfully, glancing towards the front seat where the aforementioned hitchhiker was deeply engrossed in a conversation with Vic about the buoyancy of bodies, dead versus alive.
"Besides, you're a retard." Lance interjected helpfully. "And how can you like Sir Mix-a-Lot when you're a redneck from Texas?"
"I'm not a redneck!"
'Of course not!" Pietro joined in. Fred-bashing was fun, especially the unnatural shades of purple Fred's pumpkin-shaped head turned.
"Gah!" Fred yelled incoherently. Vic and Charlie turned around, and both glared at the heavy mutant.
"I bet he would float real good." Charlie said. "Lots of nice fat, right, Bob Marley?"
Todd squeeked, and hid behind the seat.
"He knows you're there." whispered Lance. "And he threatened Fred, not you."
"But, yo, that still don't mean I'm safe." Todd replied. Lance rolled his eyes, and returned his attention to his Gameboy.
"Hey, we're almost there!" Fred said enthusiatically.
"Really?" Todd replied.
"Yep." Growled Vic from the driver's seat.
"Yea!" Cheered Charlie. "Can't wait to see Ozzy again. Man, it was crazy. I'm sure he'll remember me. No way can he forget that."
"Forget what?" Pietro asked.
"The arrest, man. It was crazy."
"Arrest?" Lance asked, unsure if he even wanted to know.
Charlie didn't answer, he just stared blankly out the window and petted Bob Marley.
Vic suddenly pulled over. "We're here."
Lance stared out the window. They were parked on the side of the interstate, with only fields and a few trees in sight. Charlie stuck Bob Marley back into his duffel, and climbed out of the van.
"It's been great. You live in New York, right? Bayville? I'll come and visit sometime." Charlie said, sticking his head back in the window.
"Yeah, we live in the big mansion with the "Xavier's Institute" sign out front." Todd told the hitchhiker.
"Gotcha. See ya, then." Said Charlie, and he moseyed off down the interstate. They could hear him muttering, "No waking the dead. No waking the living." even as Vic rolled the window up and got back on the interstate.
"Good thinking, Todd." Pietro said after riding in silence for a minute.
"Thanks."
"He was really scary." Fred said.
Vic snorted. "I just didn't want to be kicked out of the austographing before I got a picture of me with Ozzy."
"Oh."
They rode on, and arrived at the store where Ozzy was signing autographs with no major problems. Vic got his autograph, and his picture with the Oz-man, while the Brotherhood created only slight mayhem. The trip home was amazingly trouble-free, except for that one dog, but Vic swore he tried to swerve. Of course, he swerved in the direction of the dog, but they didn't really see any need to point that out. They arrived home safely, and then laid in bed giggling for hours at the thought of the X-Geeks reaction to Charlie.
The End.
Feedback is appreciated.
~Persephone