Hello and welcome to my sixth story installment on this server! I hope you
enjoy and be sure to review!
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Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes. I do not own any of the characters represented in this story, they all belong to Louis. I am not making any money off this or any of my other stories!
Dedication:: To Mary Sue @ CGL. Your stories rock! I hope you get a chance to read mine, I really liked yours.
Contact:: All questions, comments, complaints, ideas, suggestions or friendly come ons should either be posted here, emailed to Happysushi1353@yahoo.com, AOL instant messaged to I Hug Squirrels, commented in my dead journal (link on info page) or neomailed to Happysuhshi1353. There's FIVE ways to contact me. there no reason why you shouldn't!
Date:: February 2, 2004
Authors Notes:: THIS IS A SLASH FIC. IF YOU DON'T LIKE BOY/BOY STORIES, THEN DON'T READ THIS! DON'T FLAME ME ABOUT IT CUZ IM WARNING YOU NOW! I may have to bump the rating up to R later, but I'm not sure right now. This chapter will be Squid's Point Of View. The next in Zig Zags.
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Two long weeks have passed since I last saw him at Caveman's house. Right now, I'm at my Aunt Angela's house, and it smells like cats. I have a couple of pictures of the whole gang together above my bed on the ceiling, so I can look at them when I wake myself up at 4 in the morning for that nasty honey covered tortilla.
I know.
It seems weird, but once you get yourself in a routine, you're basically set for a while, and for some reason I can't seem to start my day without a honey tortilla! It's strange, being able to come and go as you please, wake up after 7, after being confined in a box for so long. It seems so cold here, but Angela says it's about 80.
"Quite warm for September, around these parts anyway. Never stayed so warm for so long into the year. Usually about 60 now."
I couldn't imagine 60-degree weather, without a 1 in front of it. The air here seemed so clean and fresh, and I realized how dirty I really was. I still feel grimy, the years of sand ad dust just don't away in the 5 minute showers we used to get.
Now the memories come flooding back, as they usually do in the most inconvenient times. Zig Zag and I used to take stall next to each other, after waiting for one another to finish. One time I looked over to ask for the cheap soap we were supplied with and saw him standing in the warm water.
Let me tell you. he was HUGE.
Of course I never said anything about this to any one, but whenever I'm in bed, doing my special thing (a/n WINK, WINK!) I think about it. I'm not gay, at least I don't think I am. I've had my fair share of girls, and then some. So maybe I'm bisexual. I don't know. I don't like to trouble myself about it.
"Hey boy! Telephone!"
She calls me boy sometimes, as if she can't remember my name. Maybe I should just tell her to call me Squid. I jog down the stairs wondering who it could be and take the cordless of the cradle.
"Squid! My man!"
ZIG ZAG!
My heart raced at the sound of his voice, but I had no idea why. I was just a friend with him. We could never be more than that. And plus, it was Zig Zag. They had been best friends since that frizzy haired hick had stumbled into the camp, clutching a baseball bat and a bag full of blue jeans.
We were only 12 then.
Nearly four years had passed, we had both grown up so much. He got so tall, we used to make fun of him because he was shorter than Zero.
"Zig. what's shaking man? How's the mom thing going? Is she nice?"
"Yeah she's great, she likes feeding me."
"Ha! The only thing this old hag makes in banana Jell-O and we got that at Green Lake, so it's nothing new. Plus it tastes like water with some random fruit mixed in."
"God you should taste this lady's roast beef, its kick ass dude."
For some reason jealousy flooded over me at that precise moment, and it made me wish that I had a mother. Now, I've never had never wished that before in my life, ever. She mad me mess life up so bad, I could never forgive for her some of the things she had made me do to myself and society. But now wasn't the time to think about all of this.
"Well maybe I will. So what happened to your hair, did you finally do something else with it?"
"And change this lovely little 'fro I got going on here? I could almost pass for a wigger. It's tough around here, the jack asses won't give me a chance."
"Maybe you could beat em' with your shovel."
"Funny. But dude, I'm coming over tomorrow, we're going to get new clothes, and I swear if I see one damn orange thing I'm gonna rip it into tiny pieces."
"Aright. You do that."
"As usual. Hey man, I gotta go the neighbor chick is here and we're gonna go check her car. I'll call you back."
"Love you," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me.
He never could.
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So what did you guys think? I think it's kind of cute and fluffy, and I'm gong to start on my next chapter now! So make sure you review! I love hearing what you think!
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Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes. I do not own any of the characters represented in this story, they all belong to Louis. I am not making any money off this or any of my other stories!
Dedication:: To Mary Sue @ CGL. Your stories rock! I hope you get a chance to read mine, I really liked yours.
Contact:: All questions, comments, complaints, ideas, suggestions or friendly come ons should either be posted here, emailed to Happysushi1353@yahoo.com, AOL instant messaged to I Hug Squirrels, commented in my dead journal (link on info page) or neomailed to Happysuhshi1353. There's FIVE ways to contact me. there no reason why you shouldn't!
Date:: February 2, 2004
Authors Notes:: THIS IS A SLASH FIC. IF YOU DON'T LIKE BOY/BOY STORIES, THEN DON'T READ THIS! DON'T FLAME ME ABOUT IT CUZ IM WARNING YOU NOW! I may have to bump the rating up to R later, but I'm not sure right now. This chapter will be Squid's Point Of View. The next in Zig Zags.
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Two long weeks have passed since I last saw him at Caveman's house. Right now, I'm at my Aunt Angela's house, and it smells like cats. I have a couple of pictures of the whole gang together above my bed on the ceiling, so I can look at them when I wake myself up at 4 in the morning for that nasty honey covered tortilla.
I know.
It seems weird, but once you get yourself in a routine, you're basically set for a while, and for some reason I can't seem to start my day without a honey tortilla! It's strange, being able to come and go as you please, wake up after 7, after being confined in a box for so long. It seems so cold here, but Angela says it's about 80.
"Quite warm for September, around these parts anyway. Never stayed so warm for so long into the year. Usually about 60 now."
I couldn't imagine 60-degree weather, without a 1 in front of it. The air here seemed so clean and fresh, and I realized how dirty I really was. I still feel grimy, the years of sand ad dust just don't away in the 5 minute showers we used to get.
Now the memories come flooding back, as they usually do in the most inconvenient times. Zig Zag and I used to take stall next to each other, after waiting for one another to finish. One time I looked over to ask for the cheap soap we were supplied with and saw him standing in the warm water.
Let me tell you. he was HUGE.
Of course I never said anything about this to any one, but whenever I'm in bed, doing my special thing (a/n WINK, WINK!) I think about it. I'm not gay, at least I don't think I am. I've had my fair share of girls, and then some. So maybe I'm bisexual. I don't know. I don't like to trouble myself about it.
"Hey boy! Telephone!"
She calls me boy sometimes, as if she can't remember my name. Maybe I should just tell her to call me Squid. I jog down the stairs wondering who it could be and take the cordless of the cradle.
"Squid! My man!"
ZIG ZAG!
My heart raced at the sound of his voice, but I had no idea why. I was just a friend with him. We could never be more than that. And plus, it was Zig Zag. They had been best friends since that frizzy haired hick had stumbled into the camp, clutching a baseball bat and a bag full of blue jeans.
We were only 12 then.
Nearly four years had passed, we had both grown up so much. He got so tall, we used to make fun of him because he was shorter than Zero.
"Zig. what's shaking man? How's the mom thing going? Is she nice?"
"Yeah she's great, she likes feeding me."
"Ha! The only thing this old hag makes in banana Jell-O and we got that at Green Lake, so it's nothing new. Plus it tastes like water with some random fruit mixed in."
"God you should taste this lady's roast beef, its kick ass dude."
For some reason jealousy flooded over me at that precise moment, and it made me wish that I had a mother. Now, I've never had never wished that before in my life, ever. She mad me mess life up so bad, I could never forgive for her some of the things she had made me do to myself and society. But now wasn't the time to think about all of this.
"Well maybe I will. So what happened to your hair, did you finally do something else with it?"
"And change this lovely little 'fro I got going on here? I could almost pass for a wigger. It's tough around here, the jack asses won't give me a chance."
"Maybe you could beat em' with your shovel."
"Funny. But dude, I'm coming over tomorrow, we're going to get new clothes, and I swear if I see one damn orange thing I'm gonna rip it into tiny pieces."
"Aright. You do that."
"As usual. Hey man, I gotta go the neighbor chick is here and we're gonna go check her car. I'll call you back."
"Love you," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me.
He never could.
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So what did you guys think? I think it's kind of cute and fluffy, and I'm gong to start on my next chapter now! So make sure you review! I love hearing what you think!