Sorry for all the spelling mistakes. I'll actually use spell check this time.
Randy took a deep breath. He was really nervous. What would Sidney think? Would she be mad? He opened the car door and stepped out.
"Well, this is my house," Gale said. "Dewey lives here too," she said smiling.
Randy looked around. The house was nice. It was red- brown brick in the front and white siding on the back and sides. It was a one story, and had a walk in basement on the side. The yard was big and the neighborhood was pretty sycluded.
"Randy!" Gales voice said bringing him out of his thoughts.
Randy looked up. Gale was at the doorway waving her hand for him to come over.
"Come on," she called.
Randy walked over to Gale and followed her into the house. "Sidney? Dewey?" Gale called.
"Gale," Dewey called. "Sid's in the living room."
Dewey saw Randy and gasped. "Whoa! Randy! What? I thought you were dead. I..." Dewy was cut off by Gale's voice.
"Dewey! I wanna hear Randy's story. He's alive- this is him. He's gonna tell us once we're all together," Gale said. She led the way to the livng room leaving Randy and Dewey to follow behind.
"Sid," Gale called.
"I'm in here," Sidney called from the kitchen. "I'm getting us all some drinks."
"You might wanna get four," Gale called.
"Um, okay, i guess. Sure," Sidney called back. "But i'll need someone to help me carry them."
Gale nudged Randy. "You should talk to her alone first," she whispered. She pointed her finger towards the kitchen.
Randy nodded. He was so nervous. What could he say? Would he just go in there and say "So Sid, i'm not dead." That wouldn't be any good.
Randy worked up all his courage and wlaked into the kitchen. Sidney heard him and looked up. She gasped and dropped the two glasses filled with Coke. The soda splattered everywhere and the glasses shattered. *Looks like she's taking it well so far* Randy thought grimly.
"Who...Randy? I thought..." Sidney said shakinly.
"It's me Sid," Randy said walking over to her. Instictiviley he threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She hugged him for a moment and pulled back. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was so happy to see him.
"How did this happen?" She asked.
"Long story, come on. I want to explain it to all of you at the same time," Randy said.
"Okay," Sidney said. For some reason, she felt nervous. After not seeing Randy for so long, she wasn't sure how to act around him. *Oh come on, he was, IS, one of your very best friends* she told herself.
"We need to clean this up first though," Randy said.
Sidney was about to say something when Gale walked in, hearing what Randy had said she said, "Yeahm you better clean this up. Dewey freaks if i spill water on the carpet. This is the first house he's lived in- besided when he lived with his parent. Otherwise he stayed in apartments."
Sidney went and grabbed some towels, and randy got a mop. They cleaned up the mess and in ten minutes everyone was ready to hear Randy's story.
They all sat in the living room. The fireplace was going, and it was nice and warm. Randy sat in an armchair facing the three of them on the couch. "Well," he said, "I know you're all anxious to hear this. But you should know that i'm not totally sure on all the details, and i know this will sound really unbelievable.
When the paramedics arrived, i wasn't dead. I was very close to it though. They weren't sure if they could save me or not. But one thing they knew for sure, IF i had any chance of living they would have to use this new procedure that the doctors weren't quite sure about. I had a 50/50 chance. So the doctors decided to keep it a secret. Fake my death. They didn't want to get sued if i actually did die? Sid, you said you went to the funeral when i called you, i wasn't in the coffin. Well, they recovered me, but i slipped into a coma. I was in a coma for two years. Then a couple days after i woke up, i saw Gale on tv saying where she'd be signing autographs and here i am." Randy said. He looked around the room waiting for some reaction.
"Wow, Randy, i have to tell someone about this, we can't just let those people at the hospital get away with this. I'll..." Gale said.
"They paid me," Randy said.
"Anyway Gale, this isn't a story for you to report about," Dewey said. Gale rolled her eyes.
"How much did they pay you Randy?" Sidney asked.
"Oh, like 3,000 dollars," Randy said.
"Who even knows your alive Randy?" Gale asked.
"Oh, well, just you guys i guess. And the hospital. They erased any record of my death," Randy said.
"Too bad they can't erase the memories," Sidney said.
Randy nodded. "Sid, I'm so sorry you had to go through this."
"Randy, it's not your fault, and what you went through is bad too," Sidney said.
The phone rang. "I'll get it," Gale said. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said.
"Is Sidney Prescot there with you? This is detective Timbers," the detective said.
"Oh, well, yes she is," Gale said.
"Well, could you tell her we have a lead and will need her down at the staion later? Around 5 maybe," the detective said.
"Okay, I will. Is that all you wanted?" Gale asked.
TBC
Randy took a deep breath. He was really nervous. What would Sidney think? Would she be mad? He opened the car door and stepped out.
"Well, this is my house," Gale said. "Dewey lives here too," she said smiling.
Randy looked around. The house was nice. It was red- brown brick in the front and white siding on the back and sides. It was a one story, and had a walk in basement on the side. The yard was big and the neighborhood was pretty sycluded.
"Randy!" Gales voice said bringing him out of his thoughts.
Randy looked up. Gale was at the doorway waving her hand for him to come over.
"Come on," she called.
Randy walked over to Gale and followed her into the house. "Sidney? Dewey?" Gale called.
"Gale," Dewey called. "Sid's in the living room."
Dewey saw Randy and gasped. "Whoa! Randy! What? I thought you were dead. I..." Dewy was cut off by Gale's voice.
"Dewey! I wanna hear Randy's story. He's alive- this is him. He's gonna tell us once we're all together," Gale said. She led the way to the livng room leaving Randy and Dewey to follow behind.
"Sid," Gale called.
"I'm in here," Sidney called from the kitchen. "I'm getting us all some drinks."
"You might wanna get four," Gale called.
"Um, okay, i guess. Sure," Sidney called back. "But i'll need someone to help me carry them."
Gale nudged Randy. "You should talk to her alone first," she whispered. She pointed her finger towards the kitchen.
Randy nodded. He was so nervous. What could he say? Would he just go in there and say "So Sid, i'm not dead." That wouldn't be any good.
Randy worked up all his courage and wlaked into the kitchen. Sidney heard him and looked up. She gasped and dropped the two glasses filled with Coke. The soda splattered everywhere and the glasses shattered. *Looks like she's taking it well so far* Randy thought grimly.
"Who...Randy? I thought..." Sidney said shakinly.
"It's me Sid," Randy said walking over to her. Instictiviley he threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She hugged him for a moment and pulled back. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was so happy to see him.
"How did this happen?" She asked.
"Long story, come on. I want to explain it to all of you at the same time," Randy said.
"Okay," Sidney said. For some reason, she felt nervous. After not seeing Randy for so long, she wasn't sure how to act around him. *Oh come on, he was, IS, one of your very best friends* she told herself.
"We need to clean this up first though," Randy said.
Sidney was about to say something when Gale walked in, hearing what Randy had said she said, "Yeahm you better clean this up. Dewey freaks if i spill water on the carpet. This is the first house he's lived in- besided when he lived with his parent. Otherwise he stayed in apartments."
Sidney went and grabbed some towels, and randy got a mop. They cleaned up the mess and in ten minutes everyone was ready to hear Randy's story.
They all sat in the living room. The fireplace was going, and it was nice and warm. Randy sat in an armchair facing the three of them on the couch. "Well," he said, "I know you're all anxious to hear this. But you should know that i'm not totally sure on all the details, and i know this will sound really unbelievable.
When the paramedics arrived, i wasn't dead. I was very close to it though. They weren't sure if they could save me or not. But one thing they knew for sure, IF i had any chance of living they would have to use this new procedure that the doctors weren't quite sure about. I had a 50/50 chance. So the doctors decided to keep it a secret. Fake my death. They didn't want to get sued if i actually did die? Sid, you said you went to the funeral when i called you, i wasn't in the coffin. Well, they recovered me, but i slipped into a coma. I was in a coma for two years. Then a couple days after i woke up, i saw Gale on tv saying where she'd be signing autographs and here i am." Randy said. He looked around the room waiting for some reaction.
"Wow, Randy, i have to tell someone about this, we can't just let those people at the hospital get away with this. I'll..." Gale said.
"They paid me," Randy said.
"Anyway Gale, this isn't a story for you to report about," Dewey said. Gale rolled her eyes.
"How much did they pay you Randy?" Sidney asked.
"Oh, like 3,000 dollars," Randy said.
"Who even knows your alive Randy?" Gale asked.
"Oh, well, just you guys i guess. And the hospital. They erased any record of my death," Randy said.
"Too bad they can't erase the memories," Sidney said.
Randy nodded. "Sid, I'm so sorry you had to go through this."
"Randy, it's not your fault, and what you went through is bad too," Sidney said.
The phone rang. "I'll get it," Gale said. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said.
"Is Sidney Prescot there with you? This is detective Timbers," the detective said.
"Oh, well, yes she is," Gale said.
"Well, could you tell her we have a lead and will need her down at the staion later? Around 5 maybe," the detective said.
"Okay, I will. Is that all you wanted?" Gale asked.
TBC