Disclaimer- I do NOT own Animorphs.
A/N: I never have anything better to do than write so I'm going to try a second chapter. This is in Jake's point of view. I think the whole story will be like that. I said I wouldn't write any more until I get reviews but seeing as I'm so bored and all. Review… and, again if u have any Animorphs humor challenge fiction lists please send them to me. I have made a few revisions to this story.
Chapter One
My name is Jake as you probably already know. And unless you've been locked up in a rubber room for the last like ten years You know my story, too. If you don't, tough.
If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm seriously pissed off. At who? My rich best friend and my cousin.
They were the reason I was standing next in line in the local airport at Gate 7 holding a very expensive piece of paper in my hand. Disinclined, I handed over my ticket to the woman at the desk.
A few minutes latter I was leaning back in my luxurious comfortably padded private (I didn't have to share with anyone. A relief) seat on a five-hour flight to Paris, France. It would have taken longer but I was going concord, plus the fact that we had come a long way in travel the past few years. We had silent turbine engines and more specifications in the wings and shape to create lest wind resistance, therefore, there was not as much turbulence as we flew over a major thunder and lightning storm in the city below. I pulled up the foot stool. I was still a little ticked at Rachel and Marco but, hey, it could be fun.
I relaxed a little and laughed at the movie playing on the portable TV attached to the seat in front of me. When that movie was over a sappy romance came on, I recognized it immediately, it had a huge drama queen for the main actress. Disgusted, I pulled out my portable DVD player and put on the virtual reality helmet. Homo-sapiens had come quite a long way in luxury equipment since the Andalites and humans had started working together. I tuned out the movie and sunk into my thoughts.
(Jake's thoughts…in case you didn't know…)
"I know! You should go to Paris! The city of love!" Rachel exclaimed clutching her heart with both hands and sighing as her and Marco planned the vacation. (Rachel had never acted like that before. I guess she was feeling a bit sentimental that day.) The only reason they were working together as Rachel had explained is because 'I've got the sense of style. And he's got the money.'
"But I still love Cassie," was my only reply. Rachel scoffed at this but didn't say anything.
(End of Jake's thoughts)
"Peanuts, sir?" a voice asked and snapped me out of my thoughts
"What?" I said, taking off my helmet.
The stewardess's eyes brightened when I emerged from underneath the movie player. "Ohmigod! It is him!" she squealed to her stewardess friend.
"Like, ohmigod!" was her reply.
"Ohmigod!"
"Ohmigod!
There were a few more exchanges of the three words that were madly melded into one until the first one turned back to me, she more or less had her old voice back but she was fanning her face with both hands.
"Would you like a complementary bag of flight peanuts ?"(A/N: Don't you love those things?) she added. "Sir," and then giggled some more.
"Uh, sure." I said uncertainly.
Like, ohmigod," stewardess number two mused. "The was he said sure was like, so cute."
"Like, I know!" stewardess no. one replied. " Like, where are the peanuts!" she shouted suddenly frantic, this added greatly to the number of people staring this way. She dropped to the floor and started searching every where with her hands She blindly slapped around the seat with her left hand while her right hand and her head searched under the seat.
The hand that was waving frantically beside me came stomping down right in the center of my lap. I let out an oofing sound and fought the terrible urge to shout something totally inappropriate.
"Found 'em," stewardess number one said , she came up smiling, but seeing the way I was acting, rocking back and forth, she looked startled, and glanced puzzlingly at her friend. Stewardess number two whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened and she apologized profusely and ran down the hallway to the back of the
plane. I heard the bathroom door shut and a handful of sobbing, crying, wailing, etc. Her friend sighed and also headed down the corridor to comfort her.
After the pain vanished, I started laughing uncontrollably, I tried to stifle it and all it did was make my breathing very heavy and unsteady. This went on for a few minutes, somebody even asked me if I was having an asthma attack.
The rest of the flight was free of humorous occurrences. It was the exact opposite, boring. I watched a DVD and slept. I woke up when the pilot came on the speakers. "We are about to make our departure to Paris, France. Please reassure you have freed your seat and the cargo area above you, Please stay seated until I announce it is safe to dismount. Thank you for flying with us. We look forward to seeing you again."
I grabbed my carry-on luggage and staggered out of the plane. When I got into the airport, I loped toward the vending machine.
I deposited my change and entered the appropriate numbers and letters. The coil bounding the bag of Cheetos twirled a bit and stopped. The lip of the bag slumped over the edge limply, threatening to come tumbling down, but did not fall.
"Godamnit!" I cursed not bothering to keep my voice down. "That was my only change!" stunned at my self. I looked up and down the hall. It was empty. The last bit of the crowd was bustling around the corner. "Give me my godamn money back!" I moaned and desperately pounded on the coin return and pressed my nose against the glass and slumped to the ground. Okay, maybe I was overacting a little bit, but, hey, it's a free country!)
I picked up my luggage giving the machine a last pound and headed toward the conveyer belt downstairs. I packed the rest of my stuff onto a cart and pushed it out the rotating doors.
And, sure enough there was the white limo Marco had sent to get me. The driver gently put my packages into the trunk. I climbed into the back seat and gasped. The seats were a creamy white and tannish color, the plush cotton filled fabric looked so comforting. The carpet was about an inch and a half thick and matched the seats color.
I stared out the window as we made our way through the traffic jam. My chauffer was driving extremely fast as well as the other cars. We almost wrecked twice but the he seemed to know what he was doing. The jam receded and I got a chance to admire things.
People were in the park. Kissing like no tomorrow at picnic tables. There were red-and-white checkered table cloths spread on the lush green grass. Couples were eating lunch and trying to help their kids walk. I watched as an excited father snapped a picture of their baby taking a first step.
The Eiffel Tower was huge! Far bigger than I imagined. It blocked out the still-high setting sun.
We stopped at a 30 story hotel complete with 15 pools and 3 lazy rivers. I checked in and took my elevator up to the sweet on the thirtieth floor Room 3024. After the bell boy sat my luggage down I took a look around. My room had a large Jacuzzi and a black marble sink with a gold faucet. Everything else was equally delightful. There were two cards laying on the dining table. I picked one up, it read:
Jake,
Hope you enjoy your stay, I wish I could've gone, too.
I searched up your motel on the net. Its Beautiful! I took a
Tour of your exact room and it had little tidbits of information
About it. Very interesting. You'll know what I mean later on.
Your cousin, Rachel
I picked up the other one and read,
Hey, big guy,
Hope you know this is costing me a fortune. You shall forever
kiss my toes when you return. (Just joking, don't worry.) Well,
Nothing else to say.
You're very, very rich and very, very handsome best friend
I smiled to myself put the card down. I plopped on the circular bed and fell asleep with the wonderful smell of newly-washed comforter in my nostrils.
***
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and cheerful . I changed my clothes since I had fallen asleep in my old ones. I decided to make myself some coffee. I didn't even bother to mix up my Maxwell House in the coffee maker. I found a plastic container that was labeled "FRENCH VANILLA COFFEE" in elegant, loopy letters. To the right side of the words there was a drawing of a hot, steaming, mug of coffee with mini marshmallows relocating around the edges. I put a couple of teaspoons of the tan powder, I then added twice as much sugar and stirred. I took a sip sitting at the dining table. Man, did it taste better than regular coffee! I had a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower from my gargantuan room. For the first time I noticed that the tip of it bared golden arches and that oh so familiar bell. When I finished the wonderful coffee, I got up, deposited the plastic cup into the sink, grabbed my coat (it was chili that particular morning. In the low 50's the weatherman had reported). I locked the door behind me, totally oblivious that the girl named Cassie, was still slumbering peacefully in Room 3023, just to the left of me…
A/N: Whew! See how this one is longer than anything else I've written? I think I will go back and revise to my other stories, too. I'm considering making every chapter I write at least two thousand words long. This one is short about 200 something but I think it's good enough! Please review. And say nice things like you would while talking to pretty little birdies! : ^ )