a/n: in class and loving it. one boy in jail, one boy in temple, one boy playing punk shows, and one boy in high school. i'm a busy busy girl. plus i've got my two schools, an application at office depot, and church. and my friends. and my band. i'm a BUSY BUSY GIRL! please leave me notes. i love you.
The phone rang twice and was picked up, "Hello, Dr. Stone's office, how may I help you today?" a professional voice chirped.
"Dude, is this Lu?" Bear asked breathlessly.
There was a lengthy pause. "Nooo, sir, this is the receptionist, Allison, would you like me to put you through to Dr. Stone?" She sounded confused.
"Aw, sh- yeah. Yeah, do that," Bear gasped.
"One moment please," Allison returned.
Then came the Muzak. "Oh, I hate this Goddamn elevator music-" Bear muttered.
"Dr. Stone sp- Beren is that you?"
In spite of the situation, Bear laughed. "Yeah.... It is me, sis. What's goin on?"
"BEREN!" she hissed.
"LU!" he gave back.
"What are you doing! I asked you not to call me up at work! I would actually like you to not call me at all, you big--" she paused, "jerk!" During her out burst, Bear was reminded of what he called for.
"Dude, Lu, I need to talk to you! I have a friend here and he is like so fuckin down,"
"Don't say that word to me!"
"Yeah whatever, he's really havin like a nervous breakdown or whatever. So..." Bear paused a second. "Can I bring 'im in?"
Lu shut her eyes, took several deep breaths and counted to ten. "Bear, you don't have insurance. I'm sure your friend doesn't either. You could not possibly have enough loose cash to cover this." She opened her eyes. "Why are you all of the sudden so interested in utilizing or should I say taking advantage of my profession?"
"Look, sis, I need you real bad right now, I'm serious this guy is fu- .... really upset. I think he's suicidal."
Lu sat straight up in her seat. "Are you sure?" Bear gave her a yes, and she thought for a second. She'd only been in office for seven months, fresh out of college, and thought herself more than ready for a tough suicide case. "Really?" she said again. Bear mm-hmed. She could see him over lunch, and decide what to do with him. "OK," she said, "Listen close."
She made plans to meet Bear, Legolas, and reluctantly a 'Sandy' for lunch in about an hour at 11:30 at the Olive Garden, with a promise to "treat them to lunch." She hung up the phone and squealed. Her first suicde case! How exciting!
Bear hung up the phone and clapped his hands together. "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!" he hollered. Legolas looked up and Sandy wandered out of the bedroom in jeans and a t-shirt, pulling on a sock. "We're goin to the Olive Garden to meet my sister, and she's gonna figure out our little buddy here," he indicated Legolas. Sandy looked at him questioningly. "She's a shrink," Bear explained.
Sandy looked alarmed. "Well don't you think we should kinda dress nice?" she said. Bear shrugged, with a big goofy smile. "Bear!" she shrieked and ran for the front door.
Bear lost his grin and ran after her. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going home to change, I don't want your sister to see me dressed like this!"
"OK, well-" Bear paused.
Sandy threw out a hand. "I'll um," she wiggled her fingers, as if that could help her think. "I'll come back here and pick you up, OK?" she said, her eyes lighting up. Bear clapped and she smiled at him briefly, then left.
"Good deal, cowboy!" he hollered. He ran around to the front of Legolas and crouched in front of him. "Now look, I don't have too many nice clothes. But I'm going to let you have some. You come with me and we're gonna get fuckin fixed up!" He pulled Legolas up and dragged him into his bedroom. Rooting around in his closet, he continued to talk to Legolas over his shoulder. "Let's see....." he bellowed. "We got some khakis, and some white undershirts," he glanced over his shoulder, grinning, "that don't smell like weed," he looked back to the closet and continued his search. "And some nice sweaters -- ha! -- sweaters. Yes, we will wear V-neck sweaters! And, crap, my hair!" Legolas looked at Bear's glorious spikes. Bear shrieked like an 8 year old that's broken a priceless Ming vase, and dashed into the bathroom.
Legolas took a look at the garb strewn out on the bed. Sand coloured pants, a plain white t-shirt, and a dark blue "V-neck" sweater. Legolas listened to Bear shouting out a "song," and the sound of some sort of water. He slowly and nearly hypnotically began to take off his shirt. But he then just found himself standing there for several minutes. He heard a ringing, and Bear streaked by in his shorts, merely a blur. "What?" Bear shouted at the phone breathlessly. "In an hour?! YES! Lu, I love you! We'll be there. Thank you! Thank you! OK, OK, I'm shutting up! BYE!" Bear walked back in the bedroom. Legolas found himself gaping at Bear's hair. It was wet, and down. Once clean, Bear did not look so awfully disgusting. Plus, he no longer smelled...for the time being. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I look like an asswipe." Legolas' eyes widened. That was a disgusting phrase, he thought. "But Lu hates my hair spiked. OK, well I left the shower on, go use it." Bear sniffed the air. "I can't smell you, which is weird," he added, "but who knows, so go take a shower, or whatever."
Legolas wandered into the bathroom, and looked warily at the "shower." It was spouting water out of a little metal circular peice, like rain from the tiled wall. He put a hand under it, and stared at his hand. It felt clean enough. He took the rest of his clothes off and got in the shower. It was actually nice to be under the warm water. He just stood there. He then heard Bear bust into the bathroom and saw his shadow behind the curtain. "Dude, I'm gonna leave some boxers in here, and socks. I'm still finding some crap for me to wear, yeah, oh -- shit. I'll be in here--" he trailed off, leaving the room. Legolas got out shortly thereafter. There were some shorts there, he supposed these were the fabled "boxers."
Legolas entered the bedroom in the boxers and socks, then once more, gaped at Bear. He looked so decent, for what Legolas had seen in this place. Dressed in khakis, and nice brown shoes, he did not look so bad. He still however had not found a shirt. He finally put on an undershirt and a mauve sweater. Legolas put on his khakis, but Bear stopped him with the shirts. "Dude, let's go ahead and shave your head." Legolas allowed himself to be dragged back into the bathroom, and the "taxicab mohawk" shaved away. He then put the rest of the "nice" ensemble on and stood before Bear.
Bear smirked. "Jesus." He looked at Legolas. "You look like a KKK-er." Legolas squinted at him. "Well you look like a freakin Aryan prince with your head shaved and you dressed nice and all." He laughed and looked at Legolas helplessly. "Damn." Legolas looked at him emotionlessly. "Well?" Bear asked him. "You got any ideas?" Legolas suddenly remembered his conversation with Shawn the other day in the car, and took this opportunity to say something.
"I like Dashboard Confessional," he said blankly, not really even knowing what he was saying.
"HOLY SHIT! You're a motherfuckin genius!" Bear yelled. "Emocore, here we go!" He clapped his hands. "OK, take those ugly mothers off," he instructed, pointing to Legolas' shoes. Legolas kicked them off. Bear pointed to the shoes he had been wearing before. "Chucks, put 'em on, they're very emo." Legolas sat down on the bed and began to put them on, then stood up. Bear nodded uneasily.
"OK, the white power thing isn't goin away yet, dude, your head has I HATE YOU written all over it." Legolas looked at him, shocked. That didn't sound so good.
Just then, they heard Sandy come in. "You guys ready?" she called. She walked into the bedroom. Bear stared at her with his mouth open, and she stared at him with her mouth open. Legolas stared at them both with his mouth shut. "Bear, you--" she started.
Bear didn't say a word. Sandy looked stunning. Her blonde hair was up, and she was wearing a long dark jean skirt, with a pink button down shirt. "Well horse shit," he finally said. She laughed, and they both shrugged. Bear returned to the task at hand. "OK, our little buddy here looks a little too, uh," he waved his arms around, "uh, 'kill kill, blood makes the grass grow,' if you know what i mean." Sandy smirked, and laughingly agreed. "SO! We're makin 'em emo. We got the Chucks, but we're still missin something." Sandy held up a finger.
"I have just the thing." She dashed out, and Bear and Legolas looked at each other; Bear shrugged. A moment later, she returned, waving wildly a pair of glasses, with thick black plastic frames. "They're not prescription," she said informingly. "My sister bought them at Claire's." She gingerly put them on Legolas and stepped back to see him. "What you think?" she asked Bear.
Legolas stared at them, shoulders slumped, hands in pockets.
"EMO!" Bear and Sandy hollered together. "Ooo wee ooo, I look just like Buddy Holly!" Sandy added, throwing in a little Weezer for the super duper emo occasion at hand. Bear whooped, picked Sandy up and whirled her around, with her shrieking like a toddler in a super market.
They left shortly thereafter, en route to the Olive Garden.
a/n: well that was really fun. i like writing this kind of stuhh. in fact, i think i want to do this for a living. well today i have to go get stuff for a picnic i'm doing tomorrow with all my sisters friends from school. i'm calling it the "easter break hunt party." it will be much fun. my sister is so embarrassed. her friends think i'm crazy. so i have a easter break hunt party to plan. au revoir! kisses! love, sarah.