Here it is! The long awaited school chapter! What will happen? Only we the authors know...
*flash back*
When I got up (VERY EARLY!) the next morning I went outside, hoping that the too-quiet night didn't mean another disaster. But I felt a little pang of warmness as I saw Legolas. He lay on the cot on the patio, his eyes open in the strange Elven sleep. Peekee lay curled up right in the pocket of his crossed arms, also asleep, his little tail wagging in his doggy dreams.
*end flash back*
I couldn't help but smile. "Legolas," I whispered, not wanting to surprise him. Still, his eyes suddenly focused, and he turned his head to look at me. "It's time to get ready for school."
Legolas uncrossed his arms, which woke Peekee from his slumber as well. The little dog stood up and licked Legolas' cheek, then jumped to the ground. Legolas grumbled in disgust and wiped his face, and I giggled.
"What a strange animal," He commented as Peekee ran back home. "One moment he wishes to dismember my hand, and it takes only the span of the next to be rubbing against it in contentment." Legolas frowned and crossed his arms over his chest again as he stood.
"Dogs." I agreed shaking my head. "Let's go get ready." I showed him my school books and my unfinished-due-today history project. I think he had an inside laugh as I scrambled to write the last few paragraphs of the huge essay. Luckily Dad had left for his golf course, so we didn't have any problems there. We then sat down to eat breakfast. Now THAT (if nothing else so far) was an interesting experience.
Considering the success of the pizza last night, I decided to see if I could get Legolas to eat some cereal. This time, though, he adamantly refused. I ignored him (as I had begun to do very well) and poured a LARGE bowl of Fruit Loops tm. I was going to make it Cocoa Puffs tm, but considering I can't stand the cereal myself, I decided to be merciful. Sort of.
I sat him in the chair and set the huge bowl in front of him. When he saw it he immediately stood up and started to walk quickly away. I grabbed him by the back of his leather jerkin and pulled him back into the chair. When he tried to get up again, I ran upstairs and swiped his Elven rope. He had, of course, disappeared by the time I came back down.
After hunting all over the house, I finally found him in the furnace room and dragged him back to the kitchen, where he planted his feet and refused to sit. I, however, was now as determined as he was, (which is saying a lot) and spinning on my heel, l marched away. I waited until a spider on the ceiling distracted him, and with a yell, I threw myself at him. I tackled him with a force that a pro football player would have been proud of.
He landed squarely in the chair, while I, being over balanced, landed in his lap. Before he could say anything (or see the bright red cherry that had become my face), I jumped up and began wrapping the rope around him. My knot tying skills were not perfect, but I wrapped it tightly and then bound the ends as best I could. I guess it was enough because though he squirmed and glared at me, he could not get free.
"Payback for tying up my Mom," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He just glared at me more, and I glared right back before going to get the milk. After pouring it, I got a spoon out of the drawer and dropped it in the bowl. "Alright," I said, "Time to eat."
Legolas' eyes widened as I picked up the spoon, full of cereal, and brought it close to his mouth. He clamped his mouth shut, but I held on to his nose and forced the spoon into his mouth.
As soon as my hand was away from his mouth, he spit. He then began moving around as far as the rope would allow him, and accidentally bumped the table, which cause the bowl of cereal to fall. I miraculously caught it, but as I did almost all of the contents sloshed out and splashed onto Legolas and me.
"You moron!" I yelled, then in total frustration I fumbled with the knots of the rope and set Legolas free. He stood quickly but before he could run away I grabbed his jerkin again. "Just try it!" I pleaded. He glared at me, but after one look at MY rivaling stare, he quickly took the bowl from my hand and reluctantly ate the last spoonful.
His reaction was much the same as with the pizza. He cringed as the spoon entered his mouth, then a look of surprised lit up his face. The surprise turned to puzzlement, and the puzzlement to possible enjoyment. "Not as bad as drinking a vat of Morgul poison," He said with obvious exaggeration.
I drew a ragged breath and bowed my head. It was then that I noticed the hysterical laughter that had been in the background for a long time. I looked up and saw Mom standing in the doorway, clutching her gut with one hand and wiping tears from her eyes with the other. I glared at her, and she laughed harder at that.
"You.....You....You two shoulda.. shoulda SEEN YOURSELVES!!!" She gasped, "Oh, I wish I had my camera! You guys were worse than siblings!" She then dissolved into laughter again.
I stalked out of the room, but not before I saw Legolas reaching for the box and quite unconcerned began pouring himself another bowl of Fruit Loops tm.
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I did not speak to him on the car ride to school, nor did he attempt to speak to me. Mom had finally stopped laughing, but every once and a while she would burst out giggling for no apparent reason.
As we walked up the steps, I noticed there was something that made him very conspicuous, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Then it hit me.
"Legolas!" I hissed. "For goodness sake slouch, will ya? It's bad enough you're 6 feet tall, but everyone will notice if you have good posture, too! I mean, honestly, It's High School!"
We walked into school together, Legolas slumping uncertainly and I proceeding him stiffly. A few of my friends regarded the hooded stranger with me suspiciously, but aside from a few nervous "hi"s, no one said much to either of us.
At one point we passed a really pretty girl, and he lifted that darned perfect, pale, angular face that would surely attract everyone's attention, to get a better view. After I jabbed him pretty hard in the ribs, however, he hastily lowered his head again.
I realized that he would in no way be allowed to enter classes as a stranger, and anyway, it would attract too much attention. So, as I was about to head in to class, I gave him strict instructions to stay out of trouble and out of sight, and left him in the hall.
Now, while I was in class, Legolas decided to roam about in the halls. He went up to a locker and carefully inspected the lock that hung from it. He turned the knob a bit, seeming very interested, and noticed a little click, hardly discernable even with his hearing. He played with it for a minute, adjusting his turns with every click, until a very loud click made him jump and the lock snapped open.
He jumped backwards (which of course made his hood fall backward as well) and let go of the lock in surprise, eyeing it suspiciously. After a moment, he approached it again, and took it from the door.
Carefully and slowly, he began to open the door. After it was open a few inches, he thrust it open wide. Legolas gave a small cry as a tumble of items burst forth from the locker. He frantically shook the things from himself and examined them. There were a couple books and some smelly, odd-looking pieces of clothing. After he was finished, he peered inside the opening.
He gasped as he saw what hung on the walls: pictures of himself. He carefully fingered a picture that showed him with a raised bow and an arrow notched to it. Then he noticed some other pictures of a man that had the same exact face as himself, but his hair was short and dark, not to mention he was shirtless in some. He spent a very long time studying these pictures curiously, a look of awe upon his face.
Eventually, class ended and I left the classroom and headed to my locker. As I neared, I saw Legolas at the open locker beside mine, with his hood off, and everyone would have been able to see his face if his head hadn't been hidden inside the locker. "Oh no..." I said, and began to run toward him. But before I could reach him, Becky, the owner of the locker he was intruding upon, came up.
"Yo, What're ya doing in my locker?" She said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him from behind her glasses. When Legolas didn't move, she pushed a lock of short, blonde hair from her eyes and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and forcing him from her locker.
At first she didn't quite notice who she was looking at, but she noticed the picture of Legolas behind him and froze, recognition flashing across her face.
"OH MY GOSH IT'S LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Becky screamed frantically, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Then, out of her stupid, prissy, girlish instincts, she began screaming in a high-pitched voice and jumping up and down.
Needless to say, every head in the hall turned toward -- yep -- us. And, of course, within a moment, he was being mobbed by a frantic bunch of teenage girls. Somehow I finally fought my way through, and was able to pull him away from the scrambling crowd. Quickly, I pulled him out the door of my school building where it was safe. I grabbed his collar and promptly shoved him against a tree.
"You IDIOT!!!" I yelled, getting in his face, "What were you THINKING?" I said. Then I gave an exasperated scream and threw my hands above my head. "Whatever!" When I turned around he was still against the tree; he had one hand tenderly touching himself where I had grabbed and shoved him.
His head was cocked to one side a bit and he was staring curiously at me. I felt anger well up in me again. I wanted to shout, 'Stop staring at me, you idiot!' but I didn't see the good in that. I did know I could never show my face at school again without being bombarded by every teenage girl in the school.
"KARA???" To make everything just wonderfully, perfectly, astoundingly better, out comes Devon. "You guys better get outta here, those idiots inside are still crawling over each other, but you probably don't have much time before they realize that Legolas isn't there." I nodded. I knew it was true, but right now, I didn't trust myself to approach Legolas. If I did, he might not walk away with such a pretty, perfect, fair, pale face.
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Mom looked very surprised when I stalked in the door, Legolas still following me. It had taken us about 45 minutes to walk all the way home, and not a word was spoken, except when Legolas tried to ask about why Becky had all those pictures of him. A look from me shut him up very quickly.
When she asked the -- I admit -- innocent question of "What the heck are you two doing home?" I said coldly,
"This IDIOT just HAD to tamper with a locker!"
I threw my bag on the couch and dropped down next to it. Legolas remained standing meekly by the door as I continued.
"And, of ALL the lockers in the whole freakin' school, he just HAD to pick Becky's. And, he just HAD to figure out the lock combination with his PERFECT hearing. And, he just had to stand there with his hood thrown back UNTIL BECKY CAME BACK TO SEE THE RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN HIM AND HER PICTURES!! AND HE JUST HAD TO STAND THERE WHILE SHE SCREAMED AND ALERTED THE ENTIRE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh," Mom said.
Hee Hee Hee, wasn't that fun? I hope you had fun reading it, cause we had fun writing it! Here's My co author Devie to answer the *sniff* few *sniff* reviewers...
Yo yo, Devie Saves here, once again! *screams and clatters come from the readers as they scramble away*
To SilverKnight: Wish granted!!! Thankz 4 reading!
To Kairi: ugh... I TOTALLY disagree with the pizza thing, *Filia slaps her* but thanks for reading. Hope you like and review the new chappie!!! *a little note from Filia, "Personally I applaud your obvious 'taste' in pizza." *Everyone smacks Filia because of bad pun. Back to Devie's note*
Hey, peeps, stick to the story, you wouldn't want to miss seeing Leggy face-to-face with a cop, would ya? But you can't miss anything between! Hope you're here next chapter to go to art class with us!!! Namarie!
*end Devie's note*
Ok, see ya soon. Anyone who reviews gets this (***) bowl of Fruit Loops tm in their next author reply!