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***part 3***
I spent a lot more time than originally expected with Jaime and Phil. It turns out, as they finally explained, Phil was Jaime's godfather, and she lived with him, since her parents were now dead. I automatically regretted bringing it up, because I could see the pain in Jaime's eyes, even though she'd readily deny it if I would've said anything. I grew attached to both of them; I haven't had such a good drinking buddy since the late Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and Jaime was a very sweet girl, even though she did have a scary mean streak. I couldn't help but notice that she looked at me accusingly from time to time... I was going out to get me some donuts and Jaime decided to come, since she had to do her grocery shopping. "You never did mention your name, you know." she said. "I know." I responded. "Well, blondie, it's common courtesy to mention one's name to your hosts." she snapped. I looked at her and grinned stupidly. "You are such a dimwit." she laughed. "Besides, not mentioning your name makes it look like you're hiding something. Something big. Hahaha, I know who you are.. You're Vash the Stampede aren't you!" She kept going on, while I froze nervously in place. I didn't know what to do, she sounded so serious. "Ahahahahaha.." she laughed, then froze as well. "Oh my God, am.am I right?" Jaime grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into a nearby alley. She looked scared. "Please, blondie, please tell me I'm not right!" she whispered. I looked away. "You couldn't be.you look WAY too young. Vash the Stampede is a grizzly old 50 somethin' year old." I saw she had her hand placed right on her gun. "I dunno." She relaxed slightly. "You do look young, but you also look guilty 'Vash'. I mean, the thought crossed my mind every now and then, but." I decided after that incident, it was about time for me to say my goodbyes. I thought when I got back to Phil and Jaime's I would get shot at, but I had to risk it to get my stuff. To my genuine surprise, though, Phil welcomed me with a hearty slap on the back. He was drunk again. "Hey Bud(that was his name for me)!" he slurred "Ja wan sum wizkee(whiskey), o mabee sum burr (beer), ora sock (sake) puhapsa? Hahahahahahaha, I'm so dwunk." "Uh, no thanks. Hey, maybe you should lay off the drinks for the night, Phil." He laughed stupidly. Jaime came over. "Don't worry." she said calmly, all fear from earlier that day, gone. "I didn't tell him. Your secret is safe with me, but if you try anything, I'll kill you. Point blank. Got it." I nodded. "I'm leaving in the morning anyway." I smiled. "It was really nice meeting you, Jaime, and I hope we see each other again soon."



Name: Phillip Bruson Age: 32 Height: about 6 feet(I guess) Hair: Black and balding Description: he's pretty much a sloppy, ornery drunk who owns a bar. He's a nice guy (I think) but he just drinks too much. ok, back to the story!
I left early that next morning, before either of them woke up. I went and bought a beaten up old car, so I wouldn't have to walk in that god- forsaken desert again. "That'll be $$286, young man." the old car dealer said. "Thanks gramps." I said with mock cheerfulness. I was kind of down, seeing I had to leave my friends once again. I denied it at first, but I knew that I'd miss them both. *sighs heavily* Why does this kinda stuff always happen to me, I thought sadly. *groans* Well anyway, the old guy looked at me concerned. I couldn't blame him, I was deep in thought, ok, I was sulking. I got into the car. "Hey gramps, this baby won't break down on me, in the middle of the desert, right." I asked. "Of course not!" he said insultedly (is that a word, insultedly? U_U. ) I drive off into the desert. It was going fine for a few hours, then I hit a monster of a pothole. "Owww! Learn how to drive, wouldja! Oops, uh-oh." I looked into the "trunk" if you can call it that and saw Jaime sitting up in it, waving nervously. "Uh, hahahaha! Hi Vash!" "What the HELL are you doing here!" I screamed. Jaime got serious fast. "If you think I'm just gonna let the 60 BILLION double dollar man slip away from my fingers, you are very sadly mistaken, buddy. And besides, after you left, those guys would be tryin to kill me again, and I ain't trying to get killed, even worse, if they tried to hurt one of my friends.or Phil.I'd, I'd." She trailed off. I sighed. "So now what?" I asked, fearing that I already knew the answer. Jaime climbed into the passenger seat. "I'm attached to you worse than a tick, Mr. Vash the Stampede." Again, WHY does this kind of stuff ALWAYS happen to me?

That's it for part 3.I'm done my third chapter, yay! I hope you liked it. Alright, it's the same ol' same ol'. I need your reviews to make these babies better, so PUH-LEEEEEEEEZ, gimme some reviews. *begs*