a/n: can you believe it? i'm not in class! i'm actually at home. woo hoo. well anyways, i probably will get more distracted. somehow i manage to focus pretty well on this in class and still look interested in what's going on. well i'll try. kisses and hugs, sarah. oh yeah and vote for your favourite character besides legolas! i'm going to tell shawn that he's losing to a fictatious character (bear!) he will cry! but i am making shawn a little different now, cos i can't like rip him off entirely. (but he acts like this too.) i don't know, i am just taking the situation into my own hands, cos he needs to have certain traits and a certain life... YOU DON'T OWN ME SHAWN!!!!! ?? i don't know. read on.
The day wore on, and they managed to eat an ass turkey leg. Shawn just called them meat sticks. Legolas lamented this portion of the dialect, that everything had to have two names. But he figured he could handle it.
Once they had eaten, they wandered around a little more and then Shawn just wandered out onto the grass a little ways and plopped down. "Shawn?" Legolas called.
"Come on ova, Douglas!" Shawn replied in the same crooning voice. Legolas found his way over to where the small human was lying in the grass, and sat a few feet away from him. "No, really, I can't raise my voice that much, come here," Shawn said. Legolas looked at him in amazement. He had actually used a normal voice! So Legolas scooted a little closer. "Yeah I guess so Douglas," Shawn said lowly.
"What kind of a person are you?" Legolas found himself asking.
Shawn gave a small smile, but his eyes stayed expressionless. "Little Mexican, little Irish." He looked over at Legolas. "How 'bout you, Elf boy?"
Legolas was surprised. He felt awkward. He almost never felt at a complete loss for words. What is the meaning of Mexican and Irish? he wondered. He realized Shawn was laughing.
"You don't have to say, Douglas. I know it," Shawn said, in the normal voice again. Legolas looked at him oddly. Could he really know what he was thinking? Shawn stared at the sky. "When I was ten years old, I brought my friend Michael home so we could watch Transformers at my house." Shawn squinted away from the sunlight and glanced over towards the trees. "My stepdad came home, and beat on my door. I opened it up and he asked me if I done my homework. I told him I didn't have any." Shawn disinterestedly crossed his legs, nonchalantly running a small finger over the ironed creases. "He called me a liar." Shawn looked directly at Legolas. His eyes were focused, and not large. They were normal. They were confidential. Legolas nodded, though the words were foreign to him. Shawn awknowledged the nod and went on. "He grabbed my ears and shook me." Shawn looked hard at Legolas. "Shook me, he boxed my ears and threw me into a wall. Michael started crying and--" Shawn paused.
After a moment, Shawn stood up and streched. Legolas stared after him, then stood up also. "Are you well, mellind?" Legolas asked, slipping into his own tongue out of nervousness.
Shawn smiled and nodded. "Course, Douglas." He began walking away towards the crowd. Legolas followed him. He was amazed at this man's versitality. He was nothing like the way he was before, and then he was exactly the same. Legolas shook his head briefly and followed his amusing friend.
They walked into the midst of the human ocean, Legolas following the small figure of Shawn. At last, Shawn stopped, and Legolas realized that they were standing before Bear and Sandy sitting at a small stone table. Legolas started in horror as he noticed Sandy's wings now rested on Bear's back, then realized that they were a false set of wings, made of some sort of cloth. He supposed they were a sort of decoration. Sandy still had her small brown leather skirt on, but over her scanty leather top she now wore a shirt bearing the title, "The Clash." Legolas took this for a commemoration for a war or struggle of the past, and in his mind, she earned a certain degree of respect. Legolas found that he was fascinated by the tunics, or 't-shirts' as they were called, of this population. (He had figured out in his own head that the 't' probably stood for tunic.) When someone felt strongly about something, they wore it on a t-shirt. He looked down at his own shirt. 'The Ramones' it proclaimed in bold white lettering, on the black cloth. Legolas decided they must be a tribe or clan, and reminded himself to ask Bear about it later.
Sandy had her lithe legs crossed and Legolas averted his eyes. He found it quite unnecessary for so much of her body to be showing, but thought it just must be customary of her people. She sat giggling, with her eyes squinted in laughter, her small nose wrinkled, and her pearly teeth showing as she grinned. Bear seemed to be in the midst of a story, which he was dramatically telling with much angst and emotion, frequently waving his scrawny arms around to make his point. Legolas found himself smiling at Bear's antics. They finally looked up to see Shawn and Legolas, Shawn sat down by Bear, and pulled Legolas down next to him. Sandy smiled. "Hi Shawn, hi," she paused. "What's your name again?" she said apologetically.
Before Legolas could open his mouth, Shawn spat out, "Douglas." Legolas glanced at him, and then at Bear, who was laughing already.
Sandy smiled. "OK, Douglas. Can I can you Doug?" she asked.
"I see nothing preventing that," Legolas said dryly, but smiling.
"OK, then it's Doug, Shawn, and-" she giggled, "-Bear." She and Bear smiled at each other.
"Anyways," Bear started. "I was going to have some people over tonight, soooo..." He looked around comically. "Do you wanna come?"
Sandy looked thrilled. "Sure! Do you live over here, or in Klein, or what?"
"You live in Klein, right?" Bear asked. Sandy nodded. "Well, Spring's just around the corner from there. Like 10 minutes out from Circuit City." Bear winced, and looked at Shawn, who slid off the bench and fell into a little puddle on the ground. "Oh, good God," Bear muttered.
Sandy gasped in concern, stood up, and looked over the table where Shawn lay on the ground in a little ball. "Is he OK?" she cried.
Bear seemed preoccupied with giving Shawn little kicks with his large black boots, so Legolas decided to take matters into his own hands, using Bear's earlier words. "He used to live at Circuit City or...some thing like this. Then he...quit, because...they weren't giving him enough...hours." Legolas picked his way through this explanation, something that made no sense to him at all. But it seemed to make sense to Sandy.
"Oooohhh," she said. But she wrinkled her nose and looked at Legolas. "Dude, it looks like he's having a heart attack or a seizure or something!"
Legolas nodded, not sure what she was talking about. What's a heart attack? he wondered. Or a seizure, for that matter? He wondered if he would ever be able to listen to someone speak without not knowing what some of their words meant. But Sandy was right about one thing, Shawn had the air of someone having something. Some sort of a fit. Eventually he responded to the 'nudges' of Bear's boots and stood up. He looked aroung as if nothing had happened. He began to wonder off, but Bear ran and caught him, and carried him back. He then stood him up on the bench so he could look around.
Bear then spoke to Legolas. "OK, dude, I'm going to ride with Sandy over to my place, and um," he looked up at Shawn, and back at Legolas. "Man, I don't know if I ever want him to drive my car again, after that one time." Legolas and Bear raised their eyebrows at each other. Legolas could only imagine. "Do you have your license on you man?"
Legolas paused. "No," he said. After thinking a second longer, he decided to impound this statement with the further truth of, "I don't have a 'license.'"
"Shit it. I"ll just let him drive." Bear thrust a key ring into Shawn's stomach, causing Shawn to double over in mock pain. But he took the keys nonetheless. Bear grabbed Shawn up, and set him on the ground. He had to bend over a little to look Shawn in the eye. "Shawn, look at my eyes. Are you listening to me?" Shawn looked away and nodded into the sea of people. "OK, then listen: me and Sandy are gonna drive to my house and you and Legolas are going to go over and pick up Jane and Marie. Oh, and make sure you call Satan and Rita and make sure their coming." Shawn nodded slowly.
Sandy's eyes widened. "Who's Satan?" she sounded out, smiling in some sort of awe. Legolas wondered why she focused in on this one particular name. He was almost sure that she was not, as was he not, familiar with any of the four previously mentioned peoples. But nonetheless, Bear answered her awestruck question with laughter.
"I'll tell you in the car," he laughed. "Come on, let's go." Bear left Legolas and Shawn and wandered off with Sandy.
Legolas stared blankly after them, until Shawn tugged at his sleeve, and jangled a ring of keys into Legolas' face. Shawn walked slowly on and on till they reached the car, Legolas quiet beside him.
a/n: i know this chapter is short and crappy but i don't know. i have been really busy. at one of my schools, i got dropped out of one of my classes for turning my stuff in late and i haven't told my parents yet. they're gonna freak!!! but oh well. the story must go on....it's like the only constant in my life.