Paul: so when are we gonna be in this??
boys start poking me in the arm
ow ow ow! vampire streangth rember guys?
Marko: sorry
anyway, Marko is the next person in the fic huzah!
Paul: (to marko) bootlicker.
CAN I CONTINUE? and calm, well i own nothing god i hate writing these
things, you know the drill.
Set in the morning following the last chapter. (i didn't want to write a
piece of Star/David fluff, sue me.) and to explain the delay....i was busy
doing coursework,which evnvoles odd hours at school and on the computer and
auditioning for a play but all my english coursework is done now all A's
thank you, so so i might be able to update more but don't hold ya breath!
Paul: she sure is a stressy lil thing aint she.
Chapter 4 - Marko
beep beep beep beep,
Marko woke up, "ergh" he groaned. 'nother day, 'nother crappy day at work Marko worked at the local diner as a waiter, he enjoyed the people in the diner but his co workers were totally insipid. He pulled on his work uniform, a pair of black trousers and a brightly colored shirt, he winced as he looked in the mirror at himself. it's like a nightmare
"hi mom. bye mom" he said as he grabbed several pieces of toast and climbed onto his bike and drove off to work.
"you're late boy," the head chef barked.
"yeah i know, see the paniced look on my face, the fact i ate toast on my bike this morning?" Marko replied
"you know i'm gonna sack you one of these days boy, tell me again why i keep you hired?"
"because i'm the only person who will work early morings and late nights" Marko moved off into the employees lougue and picked up his "comedy hat and apron".
time to go hassel some drunks for coffee, yay!
"good moring sir what can i get you?" Marko said with a large faked grin and forced cheerfulness.
"mumblemublemumblecoffeemumblemumble" the drunk said
"ok, i'll just go get that for you sir" Marko said sarcastically.
"you know you don't have to stay all the time mate, i do realise about your friend who died ya know? i'll tell the boss man that you're ill or something and i'll cover for you" another waiter said to marko when he got back to the counter.
"nah, it's fine, keeping busy and stuff, paying for bike repairs and petrol , i need this job" Marko said.
"well when you want to go.. just say." the man replied.
The rest of the day was a fully of faces for Marko, new faces, old faces, regulars, but not David, never again David. At twelve o'clock Marko went home and changed into what he liked to call his "civies". An embroiderd jacket, plain white short t-shirt and leather chaps. he walked out into the Santa Carla streets, the screams on the rollercoster, and the bright lights shead light on the dark figures of the homeless street kids who were becomeing much more frequent. Marko wandered down the street, his head drinking in the sights of the town, he walked down the boardwalk and saw a familer face walking towards him. He blinked. no? it can't be,
"David?" Marko said in barely more than a whisper. The figure nodded,
it can't be him, he's dead, what the hell is going on?
"i'm not dead Marko i came back" the figure said
"YOU BASTARD!" Marko shouted
hehehehehe ehhhehehehe.. marko in a multi colored shirt hehe Marko: i can't belive you did that to me! i'm never talking to you again man. rest of lost boys: bwahahahahahaaaaa ha hahaha
Chapter 4 - Marko
beep beep beep beep,
Marko woke up, "ergh" he groaned. 'nother day, 'nother crappy day at work Marko worked at the local diner as a waiter, he enjoyed the people in the diner but his co workers were totally insipid. He pulled on his work uniform, a pair of black trousers and a brightly colored shirt, he winced as he looked in the mirror at himself. it's like a nightmare
"hi mom. bye mom" he said as he grabbed several pieces of toast and climbed onto his bike and drove off to work.
"you're late boy," the head chef barked.
"yeah i know, see the paniced look on my face, the fact i ate toast on my bike this morning?" Marko replied
"you know i'm gonna sack you one of these days boy, tell me again why i keep you hired?"
"because i'm the only person who will work early morings and late nights" Marko moved off into the employees lougue and picked up his "comedy hat and apron".
time to go hassel some drunks for coffee, yay!
"good moring sir what can i get you?" Marko said with a large faked grin and forced cheerfulness.
"mumblemublemumblecoffeemumblemumble" the drunk said
"ok, i'll just go get that for you sir" Marko said sarcastically.
"you know you don't have to stay all the time mate, i do realise about your friend who died ya know? i'll tell the boss man that you're ill or something and i'll cover for you" another waiter said to marko when he got back to the counter.
"nah, it's fine, keeping busy and stuff, paying for bike repairs and petrol , i need this job" Marko said.
"well when you want to go.. just say." the man replied.
The rest of the day was a fully of faces for Marko, new faces, old faces, regulars, but not David, never again David. At twelve o'clock Marko went home and changed into what he liked to call his "civies". An embroiderd jacket, plain white short t-shirt and leather chaps. he walked out into the Santa Carla streets, the screams on the rollercoster, and the bright lights shead light on the dark figures of the homeless street kids who were becomeing much more frequent. Marko wandered down the street, his head drinking in the sights of the town, he walked down the boardwalk and saw a familer face walking towards him. He blinked. no? it can't be,
"David?" Marko said in barely more than a whisper. The figure nodded,
it can't be him, he's dead, what the hell is going on?
"i'm not dead Marko i came back" the figure said
"YOU BASTARD!" Marko shouted
hehehehehe ehhhehehehe.. marko in a multi colored shirt hehe Marko: i can't belive you did that to me! i'm never talking to you again man. rest of lost boys: bwahahahahahaaaaa ha hahaha