Chapter 2: A Morning's Insanity
HEY! Sorry it took me a while to get this story on a computer because of all the damn homework teachers insist on giving. *sigh* My friends and I discussed how often we feel the irrepressible need to push people down the stairs. *giggle* We never do though ^_^. So, w/out further insanity, here's chappie 2 insanity! Tata!
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A loud banging outside in the hall woke Trudy Ann with a start. She looked over at her alarm clock and groaned. 7:30 am. While she tried to shake off her sleepiness disgustedly, she looked at her alarm clock. She smiled. She had always like that clock. It was in the shape of a tiny stage that when the curtains opened, it revealed a tiny figure that sang out "New York, New York", instead of a blaring alarm. However, she hadn't set her alarm this morning because it was her day off. "My only day off" she reminded herself mentally, "since Rae broke her leg 2 weeks ago."
She suddenly realized that the body that should've been next to her wasn't. She looked over her side and confirmed her thoughts: she saw empty space. She sat up in order to go out into the apartment, but she felt her head nearly explode with pain; she had a splitting headache. Somehow through her grogginess she failed to realize it. She also realized that an angry voice and the amp of a loud guitar accompanied the long banging. The combination of the all three noises made her headache worse.
She now tried to think through her piercing headache so she could figure out what happened last night. "I don't even an alarm with all of this", she thought angrily. "All I need is a loud roommate, a hangover, and........." She stopped and realized that a flood of memories of last night took over.........
10 shots of Bacardi sat before Trudy in a row at the bar. A couple of friends stood round her and watched her with wide eyes.
"Don't do it", advised one. You'll so regret this later", said another. "Dude, you are so gonna make mess."
Bernard just stood behind her with a triumphant look on his face. He leaned toward her side and said mockingly," If you can't do it honey, you can just pay me the $50 now and save yourself a pointless hangover........."
Trudy rolled her eyes. She was never one to back down from a bet that she thought she could handle. Besides, she had done this countless of times in college and found she held her liquor better than most. Bernard didn't know that since she had met him only a few weeks ago at a college friend's party.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the shot at her right and looked through the glass. Through it, she could see Bernard's mocking eyes. That only goaded her and with out a second thought, she chugged the glass. She continued down the row without a breath.
When she had finished, she heard the cheering from all her friends and a few other people at the bar who watched. She turned to her boyfriend and said, rather cockily," You owe me 50 bucks."
He looked slightly surprised, but said, "I gotta admit. You hold your drink pretty well, Trudy." He changed his expression and gave her a mischievous smile. "Maybe I should take you home so we can.........celebrate." He ran his hand up her thigh and looked hungrily into her eyes.
She looked back just as hungrily back. Feeling the soporific affects of the alcohol, she said seductively, "I think that's a great idea, tiger".........
Another round of loud banging brought Trudy back to reality. She sighed exasperatedly and got up to get an aspirin. Afterwards, she went into Rae's room and opened the door.
She found Rae in her wheelchair already with a broom in hand. Without acknowledging Trudy's entrance, Rae continued to hit the ceiling with the broom in handle, screaming, "Turn that damn guitar down! It's frickin' 7 o'clock am!"
"7:30, actually," Trudy said mildly. Now that her headache had abated a little, the noise didn't bother he as much. "By the way, good morning, sunshine."
Rae stopped whacking the ceiling long enough to give her a dirty look with her hazel eyes. "I'm not in the mood for an oxymoron this morning." She sighed and put her hands on her wrinkled face. "Damn kid has been doing that all week. If I weren't in a wheelchair, I'd go up there and hit with this broom instead of the ceiling."
Trudy laughed. She had known Rae all her life because she was a close friend with her grandmother. She remained very close with her even after he grandmother's death. She knew that she wouldn't even think of touching a hair on that boy's head. She came off as a rough talking person, but she was actually very kind hearted. She had let Trudy stay with her in this apartment they took care of each other, but Trudy took more care of Rae now that she was getting older.
She knew that the only reason she was in such a bad mood this morning was because of her broken leg. She had broken it when she landed from parasailing in the Bahamas. She had to come her early, much to her char grin, and had been slightly tetchy ever since. Trudy smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry about that, Rae. We'll take care of that later. But what I was wondering is if you saw Bernard leave this morning."
She snorted derisively. "You mean that muscle oaf that dragged you in last night? Yeah, he left about half-hour before you got up. He told me to tell you to meet him at Mike's diner at 1:30." She pause a moment and gave Trudy an impish look. "So how was her? I want details."
Trudy laughed again. "Can't tell you. The details would give you a heart attack", she teased.
Rae pouted. "C'mon. I can't get any action at my age, so I might as well listen to everyone else's stories."
"To be honest with you, I can't really remember", said Trudy, puzzled. "I was so drunk by that point."
Rae opened her mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a bass guitar playing at its max ampere. Rae growled, grabbed the broom, and proceeded to hit the ceiling with the broom. She yelled to Trudy, "Go to the station and Report this! This is disturbance of the peace of mind!"
Trudy asked, just as loudly," Why can't we call them?" Rae gave her an angry look. "I did three times this week and they've done nothing. I think they'll see the importance if you go there yourself. Besides, do you think they'll here me aver all this?" She motioned to the ceiling above that had a dent from the broom.
Trudy sighed. "All right, if it makes you happy." With a date with Bernard in her mind, she turned and left the room of noise to get ready for the day with vigor.
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(PS. If you think I should raise the rating to PG-13, let me know. Thanks.)
(PPSS. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVEIWED!! And my cheap friends who didn't *grumble*)
HEY! Sorry it took me a while to get this story on a computer because of all the damn homework teachers insist on giving. *sigh* My friends and I discussed how often we feel the irrepressible need to push people down the stairs. *giggle* We never do though ^_^. So, w/out further insanity, here's chappie 2 insanity! Tata!
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A loud banging outside in the hall woke Trudy Ann with a start. She looked over at her alarm clock and groaned. 7:30 am. While she tried to shake off her sleepiness disgustedly, she looked at her alarm clock. She smiled. She had always like that clock. It was in the shape of a tiny stage that when the curtains opened, it revealed a tiny figure that sang out "New York, New York", instead of a blaring alarm. However, she hadn't set her alarm this morning because it was her day off. "My only day off" she reminded herself mentally, "since Rae broke her leg 2 weeks ago."
She suddenly realized that the body that should've been next to her wasn't. She looked over her side and confirmed her thoughts: she saw empty space. She sat up in order to go out into the apartment, but she felt her head nearly explode with pain; she had a splitting headache. Somehow through her grogginess she failed to realize it. She also realized that an angry voice and the amp of a loud guitar accompanied the long banging. The combination of the all three noises made her headache worse.
She now tried to think through her piercing headache so she could figure out what happened last night. "I don't even an alarm with all of this", she thought angrily. "All I need is a loud roommate, a hangover, and........." She stopped and realized that a flood of memories of last night took over.........
10 shots of Bacardi sat before Trudy in a row at the bar. A couple of friends stood round her and watched her with wide eyes.
"Don't do it", advised one. You'll so regret this later", said another. "Dude, you are so gonna make mess."
Bernard just stood behind her with a triumphant look on his face. He leaned toward her side and said mockingly," If you can't do it honey, you can just pay me the $50 now and save yourself a pointless hangover........."
Trudy rolled her eyes. She was never one to back down from a bet that she thought she could handle. Besides, she had done this countless of times in college and found she held her liquor better than most. Bernard didn't know that since she had met him only a few weeks ago at a college friend's party.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the shot at her right and looked through the glass. Through it, she could see Bernard's mocking eyes. That only goaded her and with out a second thought, she chugged the glass. She continued down the row without a breath.
When she had finished, she heard the cheering from all her friends and a few other people at the bar who watched. She turned to her boyfriend and said, rather cockily," You owe me 50 bucks."
He looked slightly surprised, but said, "I gotta admit. You hold your drink pretty well, Trudy." He changed his expression and gave her a mischievous smile. "Maybe I should take you home so we can.........celebrate." He ran his hand up her thigh and looked hungrily into her eyes.
She looked back just as hungrily back. Feeling the soporific affects of the alcohol, she said seductively, "I think that's a great idea, tiger".........
Another round of loud banging brought Trudy back to reality. She sighed exasperatedly and got up to get an aspirin. Afterwards, she went into Rae's room and opened the door.
She found Rae in her wheelchair already with a broom in hand. Without acknowledging Trudy's entrance, Rae continued to hit the ceiling with the broom in handle, screaming, "Turn that damn guitar down! It's frickin' 7 o'clock am!"
"7:30, actually," Trudy said mildly. Now that her headache had abated a little, the noise didn't bother he as much. "By the way, good morning, sunshine."
Rae stopped whacking the ceiling long enough to give her a dirty look with her hazel eyes. "I'm not in the mood for an oxymoron this morning." She sighed and put her hands on her wrinkled face. "Damn kid has been doing that all week. If I weren't in a wheelchair, I'd go up there and hit with this broom instead of the ceiling."
Trudy laughed. She had known Rae all her life because she was a close friend with her grandmother. She remained very close with her even after he grandmother's death. She knew that she wouldn't even think of touching a hair on that boy's head. She came off as a rough talking person, but she was actually very kind hearted. She had let Trudy stay with her in this apartment they took care of each other, but Trudy took more care of Rae now that she was getting older.
She knew that the only reason she was in such a bad mood this morning was because of her broken leg. She had broken it when she landed from parasailing in the Bahamas. She had to come her early, much to her char grin, and had been slightly tetchy ever since. Trudy smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry about that, Rae. We'll take care of that later. But what I was wondering is if you saw Bernard leave this morning."
She snorted derisively. "You mean that muscle oaf that dragged you in last night? Yeah, he left about half-hour before you got up. He told me to tell you to meet him at Mike's diner at 1:30." She pause a moment and gave Trudy an impish look. "So how was her? I want details."
Trudy laughed again. "Can't tell you. The details would give you a heart attack", she teased.
Rae pouted. "C'mon. I can't get any action at my age, so I might as well listen to everyone else's stories."
"To be honest with you, I can't really remember", said Trudy, puzzled. "I was so drunk by that point."
Rae opened her mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by a bass guitar playing at its max ampere. Rae growled, grabbed the broom, and proceeded to hit the ceiling with the broom. She yelled to Trudy, "Go to the station and Report this! This is disturbance of the peace of mind!"
Trudy asked, just as loudly," Why can't we call them?" Rae gave her an angry look. "I did three times this week and they've done nothing. I think they'll see the importance if you go there yourself. Besides, do you think they'll here me aver all this?" She motioned to the ceiling above that had a dent from the broom.
Trudy sighed. "All right, if it makes you happy." With a date with Bernard in her mind, she turned and left the room of noise to get ready for the day with vigor.
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(PS. If you think I should raise the rating to PG-13, let me know. Thanks.)
(PPSS. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVEIWED!! And my cheap friends who didn't *grumble*)
