Hey everyone! I got pretty good reviews so I thought I'd continue. I'll
try to make this one a little less confusing. Thanks!
Oh, and thanks to Cress for the info on Monica's name. To Marcella, hope you had fun picturing that - I sure did ;)
To RossnRachel4ever & starfriend . . . thanks so much! Your reviews gave me inspiration to keep writing. =) Anyway, enjoy!
Bad Company Chapter 2: The First Morning
"Seriously, Phoebe, is your plan to have us all wet ourselves in your cab?" Joey whined from the backseat.
"Alright, alright. Calm down everyone, I'll pull into the next rest area. There will be no wetting yourselves in my grandmother's cab!"
Chandler smiled and leaned back. He desperately needed to stand up and stretch. Putting his arm around Monica, he said quietly to her, "How are you doing?"
She smiled and leaned into him, "Alright, a little stiff, but alright."
Phoebe glanced back at them and said, "I'm telling you, we're almost there, though."
"We believe you Phoebe," Chandler said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"We're here!" Phoebe shouted as she pulled the rusty car into a dirt driveway and parked.
"At the setting for the Blair Witch Project?" Chandler asked, looking around.
"Oh, don't say that!" Rachel huddled in her seat and looked cautiously out of her window.
"It's alright, sweetie," Ross said from the passenger seat. "Chandler's just being funny, isn't he?" Ross shot Chandler a warning look.
Chandler put his hands up in defense then exited the car, following Monica. They were parked in a clearing in a deep forest, and it was night. Two small cabins were vaguely visible in the distance, a light shining brightly in one of them.
"That's the office," Phoebe said, indicating the light. Then she started walking toward it, the others following. Monica stayed close to Chandler's side, looking warily around the campground, at least what she could see of it. Rachel insisted on walking in between Ross and Phoebe, and Joey came last behind everyone.
When they reached the office, Phoebe knocked on the door.
"It's 11 o'clock at night, Phoebe, you really think the guy's gonna be up?" Ross asked.
His question was answered when a tall middle aged man opened the door. He studied the visitors for a minute before saying, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, hi, we reserved a campsite for four tents? I'm Phoebe Buffay."
The man was silent for a moment, then finally he said, "Alright, it's right over there," he pointed to a clearing in the trees about thirty five feet away. "It's got a sign that says '4' on it. Have a good night." With that he closed the door after returning inside.
"He seems like a nice enough guy," Chandler said, still looking at the closed door.
"I think he's the original owner's son. I heard he never really wanted the place, but when his old man died it fell to him to run it." Phoebe headed back to the car to get the tents out of the trunk.
"Shh, Phoebe! What if he can hear us?" Rachel asked in a hushed voice, following quickly behind her friend.
"I don't think he'd mind, I mean, it's just a fact. Everyone around here knows it."
Inside the office, Mr. Binder, the campground's owner, didn't in fact hear the campers talking outside. He was too busy lugging a heavy plastic bag toward his closet, hoping to rid himself of it in the early morning hours.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The next day, 7:00 am
"I don't see any good reason to shut it down, really." Clark Binder leaned forward in his comfortable chair behind his desk and looked up at the town's sheriff.
"Really. So somebody getting killed on your land isn't good enough for you?" Sheriff Donovan asked before sighing. He knew Mr. Binder well enough to know that he would do anything to keep his business running.
Clark stood up. "Listen to me sheriff. You know damn well that I'm not going to be able to make a living without this campground. Besides, I thought it was my choice?"
"It is, I just don't want you to get sued."
"That's not gonna happen. Trust me." The look in Clark's eyes was cold, and Donovan thought he saw something suspicious on the man's face. But, he just couldn't point out what it was.
"Alright, well, be careful."
"I will. Thank you for stopping by."
Outside, the sheriff made his way back to the area where the body of Charles Shepard had been found. Autopsies would have to be done, but Donovan was able to predict by the condition of the body that the man's death was caused by a quick blow to the head, and then two gunshots to the chest and stomach. His eyes then wandered to the small group of tents about fifty yards away. Those campers would have to be warned. It would be their choice if they still wanted to stay here or not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rachel opened her eyes and moaned groggily. Almost immediately she remembered where she was. She felt Ross' arm around her and said, "You awake?"
"Yeah, I just don't feel like getting up yet. You?"
"Same here."
"Well," Ross hugged her closer to him, "I don't see any reason why we'd have to get up now, we're on a vacation, right?"
"Right." Rachel smiled contentedly and was almost asleep again when they heard Chandler's voice outside of the tent.
"Ross, Rachel, you need to get up. There's something you should know."
Okay, lol, I know that was still confusing, I even confused myself a little bit. ;) And also it was a little shorter, but I wanted to get it written today and didn't have much time. Thanks again for the reviews, and let me know if you're interested in hearing more.
Feel free to e-mail me at: valm1988@aol.com
Oh, and thanks to Cress for the info on Monica's name. To Marcella, hope you had fun picturing that - I sure did ;)
To RossnRachel4ever & starfriend . . . thanks so much! Your reviews gave me inspiration to keep writing. =) Anyway, enjoy!
Bad Company Chapter 2: The First Morning
"Seriously, Phoebe, is your plan to have us all wet ourselves in your cab?" Joey whined from the backseat.
"Alright, alright. Calm down everyone, I'll pull into the next rest area. There will be no wetting yourselves in my grandmother's cab!"
Chandler smiled and leaned back. He desperately needed to stand up and stretch. Putting his arm around Monica, he said quietly to her, "How are you doing?"
She smiled and leaned into him, "Alright, a little stiff, but alright."
Phoebe glanced back at them and said, "I'm telling you, we're almost there, though."
"We believe you Phoebe," Chandler said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"We're here!" Phoebe shouted as she pulled the rusty car into a dirt driveway and parked.
"At the setting for the Blair Witch Project?" Chandler asked, looking around.
"Oh, don't say that!" Rachel huddled in her seat and looked cautiously out of her window.
"It's alright, sweetie," Ross said from the passenger seat. "Chandler's just being funny, isn't he?" Ross shot Chandler a warning look.
Chandler put his hands up in defense then exited the car, following Monica. They were parked in a clearing in a deep forest, and it was night. Two small cabins were vaguely visible in the distance, a light shining brightly in one of them.
"That's the office," Phoebe said, indicating the light. Then she started walking toward it, the others following. Monica stayed close to Chandler's side, looking warily around the campground, at least what she could see of it. Rachel insisted on walking in between Ross and Phoebe, and Joey came last behind everyone.
When they reached the office, Phoebe knocked on the door.
"It's 11 o'clock at night, Phoebe, you really think the guy's gonna be up?" Ross asked.
His question was answered when a tall middle aged man opened the door. He studied the visitors for a minute before saying, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, hi, we reserved a campsite for four tents? I'm Phoebe Buffay."
The man was silent for a moment, then finally he said, "Alright, it's right over there," he pointed to a clearing in the trees about thirty five feet away. "It's got a sign that says '4' on it. Have a good night." With that he closed the door after returning inside.
"He seems like a nice enough guy," Chandler said, still looking at the closed door.
"I think he's the original owner's son. I heard he never really wanted the place, but when his old man died it fell to him to run it." Phoebe headed back to the car to get the tents out of the trunk.
"Shh, Phoebe! What if he can hear us?" Rachel asked in a hushed voice, following quickly behind her friend.
"I don't think he'd mind, I mean, it's just a fact. Everyone around here knows it."
Inside the office, Mr. Binder, the campground's owner, didn't in fact hear the campers talking outside. He was too busy lugging a heavy plastic bag toward his closet, hoping to rid himself of it in the early morning hours.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The next day, 7:00 am
"I don't see any good reason to shut it down, really." Clark Binder leaned forward in his comfortable chair behind his desk and looked up at the town's sheriff.
"Really. So somebody getting killed on your land isn't good enough for you?" Sheriff Donovan asked before sighing. He knew Mr. Binder well enough to know that he would do anything to keep his business running.
Clark stood up. "Listen to me sheriff. You know damn well that I'm not going to be able to make a living without this campground. Besides, I thought it was my choice?"
"It is, I just don't want you to get sued."
"That's not gonna happen. Trust me." The look in Clark's eyes was cold, and Donovan thought he saw something suspicious on the man's face. But, he just couldn't point out what it was.
"Alright, well, be careful."
"I will. Thank you for stopping by."
Outside, the sheriff made his way back to the area where the body of Charles Shepard had been found. Autopsies would have to be done, but Donovan was able to predict by the condition of the body that the man's death was caused by a quick blow to the head, and then two gunshots to the chest and stomach. His eyes then wandered to the small group of tents about fifty yards away. Those campers would have to be warned. It would be their choice if they still wanted to stay here or not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rachel opened her eyes and moaned groggily. Almost immediately she remembered where she was. She felt Ross' arm around her and said, "You awake?"
"Yeah, I just don't feel like getting up yet. You?"
"Same here."
"Well," Ross hugged her closer to him, "I don't see any reason why we'd have to get up now, we're on a vacation, right?"
"Right." Rachel smiled contentedly and was almost asleep again when they heard Chandler's voice outside of the tent.
"Ross, Rachel, you need to get up. There's something you should know."
Okay, lol, I know that was still confusing, I even confused myself a little bit. ;) And also it was a little shorter, but I wanted to get it written today and didn't have much time. Thanks again for the reviews, and let me know if you're interested in hearing more.
Feel free to e-mail me at: valm1988@aol.com