Chapter Two-Scrawnykins

And that's how we were dragged into this whole mess. Wes and me never told the others what happened to the guy. But I think they had a pretty good idea. In any case, here goes…


"Let's go work-out!" The guy looked really hyper, jumping up and down and grinning to beat the band.
"Cool it, Scrawny. I'm going nowhere."
"But….Katie….Gym….Promise."
"Sucks for you!" I snickered and walked off.
But Wes caught my arm. "Jen, the guy's gonna pay us cold, hard, cash, which we need like hell."
"Fine."
I turned to Scrawny, who was still jumping like a jack-in-the-box. "Chill, guy, chill. We're not ditching you-"
"Great!"
He was off before I had the chance to add "Yet."


An hour later we were sweating and groaning as we worked out with weights.
The guy seemed totally happy, even though the only weights he could lift were the one-pounder ones.
Wes and me held a hurried whispered conversation behind his back.
"This guy has some major issues!" I hissed.
"We can't just ditch him!"
"Of course we can! Just watch me."
I went up to Scrawny and smiled sweetly.
"Mr. Feeny, we'd love to get some ice cream for all of us to cool down. But Wes and I don't have money on us. So would you pay us now, so we can go get the ice cream? Wes here will lend you his…um…Stratabike."
And can you believe it, the guy was so dense that he gave us the cash.
We left him swooping around on the Stratacycle. Hell, it was the only way we could get rid of him.
"See ya later!" He grinned.
"Uh…bye." I sneered.

Once outside, Wes began to lecture me.
"Are you shameless? We just stole the guys money!"
I smirked. " "The guy", has a name. I call him "Good old scrawnykins"."
In spite of himself, Wes burst out laughing.
"SCRAWNYKINS? Jen, you scare me some times."
"I know. It's one of my many talents."
Still laughing, we walked on till we reached an ice cream stand.

I was in a great mood, and I was with the guy I loved.
So, of course, I decided to fool around a little.
I smiled at the colledge guy behind the counter.
"Could I have a Scrawnykins in a cup? With chocolate sprinkles?"
I think the guy was brain-dead. He sat around thinking about that for a while, and then came to a conclusion.
"What's a scrawnykins?"
"Don't you know? You're the one who works here."
"I think…I think we're out of it."
"That's too bad…in that case I'll have Mint Chocolate Chip."
Wes nodded. "Me too."
Then he grabbed my arm and hissed in my ear, "Jen, what the hell are you doing?"
"Just having a little fun." I said innocently.
He rolled his eyes.
We walked out off the shop and toward the park path.

TO BE CONTIUDED! Chapter 3 coming soon! It might be less hyper, be probably not. But we can always hope!
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