(A/N -- Yeah! Chapter three is here! It's a bit boring, but some humor is
applied. Believe me, people, you will like chapter 4 much better...Anyhoo,
here ya are!)
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CHAPTER THREE: "Some friends?"
Up at 5:30, Lindsay and I began packing lunch and making breakfast. I made the sandwiches we'd be eating at the playground, and Lindsay wrote her grandma a note.
"That should do it," she said, putting the note on the fridge. I put our sandwiches into the plastic grocery bag (our picnic basket! lol), and I read the note.
"Some friends?" I asked her skeptically (Had she forgotten last night? Obviously it wasn't a dream and the pirates were real... but friends?).
"Well, what did you want me to put?" she asked quickly. "Sure... Hi, Grandma. I'm at the playground with Erica and these three pirates that popped out of our movie last night. I'll be up to get my things around 3. Bye," she said reading a mentally written note sarcastically (with over exaggerated arm movements! She about took my head off!).
I sighed, returned to packing lunch on the counter, and I opened the fridge. I pulled out some ketchup, mustard, and pickles. Over to my left, Lindsay was reaching up to get a box of Poptarts. I just stared at her.
"You're giving them Poptarts?" I asked, closing the fridge.
"Yeah, why not?" she replied shrugging. She began putting them in the toaster, and while she waited, poured some orange juice. She offered me some, but I refused, then she went on pouring our guests some.
"Lindsay?"
"Yeah?
"Do you really think it's them?" I asked searching for the twinkies in the pantry. "I mean, is this still the dream, or is it real? We didn't, like, win a contest where we spend a day with the actors, did we?" It took her a minute to answer; I think she might've been thinking the same.
"Not that I recall. Besides, you can just tell that they're real," she said, putting the orange juice back. I couldn't argue... when I had first met them, I thought they were the actors (if so, I had called Johnny Depp an idiot! And I said Orlando was a blockhead! Oh, shame...). But something about them...
"Morning, lassies," Jack said, entering the kitchen. "So, where's ye' rum?" he asked rubbing his hands together in eagerness. I looked over to Lindsay. Yep, it was Jack...
"Uh, we don't have any," I said (I felt so bad... I disappointed him!).
"What?! No rum?!"
"Nope. Orange juice," Lindsay said, slamming the glass down on the table. Jack slumped into the chair, looking at the glass. He then looked up at me with a deathly stare.
"Hey, I didn't give it to you!" I said, turning back to packing lunch. Jack, his facial expression never changing, turned, and stared at Lindsay. As Will and Elizabeth came in, he looked back down into the glass.
Will and Elizabeth apologized for the attack of last night, sat down, and Lindsay put a glass of orange juice in front of each of them. They had no objections to the new drink, but Jack sat, still staring at the contents of his glass.
"If there's no rum," Jack said, "then where's me ship?" He looked up at us again, a very serious look on his face. The Black Pearl? Did he mean the Black Pearl? Well, I assumed it was still in the movie... but how do you tell that to Jack?
"Where's me ship?" Jack repeated, now on his feet. Lindsay and I stood, mouthing wordlessly.
"We, uh... we don't know," Lindsay said. Jack, the anger rising in his face, slammed his fist on the table. Will slopped orange juice down his front and Elizabeth choked. Jack began ranting and raving around the kitchen until he was in Lindsay's face.
"How do you expect me to survive without me rum? Hmm?! And me ship! Where is it?! ARH – "Judging by the sudden silence of Jack, Lindsay had taken the opportunity to shut him up. I looked over, Lindsay smiling at me. I looked at Jack; he had something in his mouth.
"What is that?" I asked her.
"Ho–ho," Lindsay replied proudly. She had shoved a ho-ho in Jack's mouth? Ok... "I'm gonna go get ready," I told Lindsay. "Can you handle this?" She put the plate of Poptarts on the table, and everyone began examining them carefully (C'mon people, they're not bombs!). "I can man the fort," she answered. "Hey, how about getting Liz here out of this dress, and into something more modern?" Lindsay suggested. "Give her a quick makeover." Elizabeth looked up. "A makeover?" she asked. "An American makeover," I said, pulling Elizabeth out of her chair. "No more British dresses!" I led her to Lindsay's room, and I explained about the style of 21st century American teens, la dee da dee da... anyhoo, I braided her hair into pigtails, and she changed into my jean capris and Lindsay's gray Old Navy flag tee. I told her about going out into public, and if anyone asked, she was Lindsay's stepsister. She pulled on some old tennis shoes, and walked out into the kitchen just twenty minutes after we had left. "Elizabeth!" Will said getting to his feet with Jack. "What did she do to you?" Elizabeth blushed, tapped her foot on the ground, and touched her braids. I looked over at Lindsay, who gave an approving nod and smile. I stood next to Elizabeth rocking on my toes; I felt proud of myself. "I like it," Jack said, touching her braid. He looked up at Will. "Nice change." "I love it," Elizabeth said. She twirled around, modeling her new look for everyone. After Lindsay threw some cans of Pepsi in our lunch, and tied the bag shut, she went to get ready. "What are we readying ourselves for?" Jack asked after (finally!) eating a Poptart. "Battle?" I looked at him as we sat down. "We're going to a playground. A ground where you play? You can relax there and do a lot of things..." I went on. I explained (boy, I had done a lot of that in the past twelve hours) the whole ordeal and purpose of a playground, and why we were going there. After that, Jack frowned. "So, no battle?" he asked. Did he have ears? Did he hear anything I had just said? "Sure!" I said a bit annoyed and sarcastically. "Go attack the metal rocking squirrel when we get there!"
"Can I help?" Will asked eagerly. "Sure! Go for it!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Alright, men!" Jack yelled, looking over at Will. "Or man... alright, we'll attack from the sides..." As Jack and Will went into conversation on how to attack this stupid hunk of metal shaped like a squirrel, Lindsay came into the kitchen. "What are they doing?" she asked me, looking over at Will and Jack. "They're discussing how they're going to kill the rocky squirrel at the playground," I answered. Lindsay laughed; I don't think she had taken me seriously... "Well, let's get going," Lindsay said, grabbing our lunch. We were about to leave when we had a bit of an incident. Jack had put his weight on the table getting up; Elizabeth's end flew up, and knocked her in the jaw (of course, Will came to her rescue). She fell to the ground, and the table flipped over onto Jack. "Bloody hell!" he screamed as me and Lindsay pulled the table off of him. We started laughing. Chocolate Chip Poptart was smashed all over Jack, but we stopped when we saw the blood.
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-- Woohoo! Chapter 3 down! I promise the next one will be better. Please review and leave any questions or suggestions for me! I'll be more than happy to answer! And BTW, a rocky squirrel is a rocking horse shaped like a squirrel on a giant spring. At the playground, we have three: a squirrel, a toucan, and a seahorse. You'll find that out anyway, though...I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't go around wondering 'What on earth is a rocky squirrel?' lol... well, we'll see you peeps later...bye! --
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CHAPTER THREE: "Some friends?"
Up at 5:30, Lindsay and I began packing lunch and making breakfast. I made the sandwiches we'd be eating at the playground, and Lindsay wrote her grandma a note.
"That should do it," she said, putting the note on the fridge. I put our sandwiches into the plastic grocery bag (our picnic basket! lol), and I read the note.
"Some friends?" I asked her skeptically (Had she forgotten last night? Obviously it wasn't a dream and the pirates were real... but friends?).
"Well, what did you want me to put?" she asked quickly. "Sure... Hi, Grandma. I'm at the playground with Erica and these three pirates that popped out of our movie last night. I'll be up to get my things around 3. Bye," she said reading a mentally written note sarcastically (with over exaggerated arm movements! She about took my head off!).
I sighed, returned to packing lunch on the counter, and I opened the fridge. I pulled out some ketchup, mustard, and pickles. Over to my left, Lindsay was reaching up to get a box of Poptarts. I just stared at her.
"You're giving them Poptarts?" I asked, closing the fridge.
"Yeah, why not?" she replied shrugging. She began putting them in the toaster, and while she waited, poured some orange juice. She offered me some, but I refused, then she went on pouring our guests some.
"Lindsay?"
"Yeah?
"Do you really think it's them?" I asked searching for the twinkies in the pantry. "I mean, is this still the dream, or is it real? We didn't, like, win a contest where we spend a day with the actors, did we?" It took her a minute to answer; I think she might've been thinking the same.
"Not that I recall. Besides, you can just tell that they're real," she said, putting the orange juice back. I couldn't argue... when I had first met them, I thought they were the actors (if so, I had called Johnny Depp an idiot! And I said Orlando was a blockhead! Oh, shame...). But something about them...
"Morning, lassies," Jack said, entering the kitchen. "So, where's ye' rum?" he asked rubbing his hands together in eagerness. I looked over to Lindsay. Yep, it was Jack...
"Uh, we don't have any," I said (I felt so bad... I disappointed him!).
"What?! No rum?!"
"Nope. Orange juice," Lindsay said, slamming the glass down on the table. Jack slumped into the chair, looking at the glass. He then looked up at me with a deathly stare.
"Hey, I didn't give it to you!" I said, turning back to packing lunch. Jack, his facial expression never changing, turned, and stared at Lindsay. As Will and Elizabeth came in, he looked back down into the glass.
Will and Elizabeth apologized for the attack of last night, sat down, and Lindsay put a glass of orange juice in front of each of them. They had no objections to the new drink, but Jack sat, still staring at the contents of his glass.
"If there's no rum," Jack said, "then where's me ship?" He looked up at us again, a very serious look on his face. The Black Pearl? Did he mean the Black Pearl? Well, I assumed it was still in the movie... but how do you tell that to Jack?
"Where's me ship?" Jack repeated, now on his feet. Lindsay and I stood, mouthing wordlessly.
"We, uh... we don't know," Lindsay said. Jack, the anger rising in his face, slammed his fist on the table. Will slopped orange juice down his front and Elizabeth choked. Jack began ranting and raving around the kitchen until he was in Lindsay's face.
"How do you expect me to survive without me rum? Hmm?! And me ship! Where is it?! ARH – "Judging by the sudden silence of Jack, Lindsay had taken the opportunity to shut him up. I looked over, Lindsay smiling at me. I looked at Jack; he had something in his mouth.
"What is that?" I asked her.
"Ho–ho," Lindsay replied proudly. She had shoved a ho-ho in Jack's mouth? Ok... "I'm gonna go get ready," I told Lindsay. "Can you handle this?" She put the plate of Poptarts on the table, and everyone began examining them carefully (C'mon people, they're not bombs!). "I can man the fort," she answered. "Hey, how about getting Liz here out of this dress, and into something more modern?" Lindsay suggested. "Give her a quick makeover." Elizabeth looked up. "A makeover?" she asked. "An American makeover," I said, pulling Elizabeth out of her chair. "No more British dresses!" I led her to Lindsay's room, and I explained about the style of 21st century American teens, la dee da dee da... anyhoo, I braided her hair into pigtails, and she changed into my jean capris and Lindsay's gray Old Navy flag tee. I told her about going out into public, and if anyone asked, she was Lindsay's stepsister. She pulled on some old tennis shoes, and walked out into the kitchen just twenty minutes after we had left. "Elizabeth!" Will said getting to his feet with Jack. "What did she do to you?" Elizabeth blushed, tapped her foot on the ground, and touched her braids. I looked over at Lindsay, who gave an approving nod and smile. I stood next to Elizabeth rocking on my toes; I felt proud of myself. "I like it," Jack said, touching her braid. He looked up at Will. "Nice change." "I love it," Elizabeth said. She twirled around, modeling her new look for everyone. After Lindsay threw some cans of Pepsi in our lunch, and tied the bag shut, she went to get ready. "What are we readying ourselves for?" Jack asked after (finally!) eating a Poptart. "Battle?" I looked at him as we sat down. "We're going to a playground. A ground where you play? You can relax there and do a lot of things..." I went on. I explained (boy, I had done a lot of that in the past twelve hours) the whole ordeal and purpose of a playground, and why we were going there. After that, Jack frowned. "So, no battle?" he asked. Did he have ears? Did he hear anything I had just said? "Sure!" I said a bit annoyed and sarcastically. "Go attack the metal rocking squirrel when we get there!"
"Can I help?" Will asked eagerly. "Sure! Go for it!" I said, rolling my eyes. "Alright, men!" Jack yelled, looking over at Will. "Or man... alright, we'll attack from the sides..." As Jack and Will went into conversation on how to attack this stupid hunk of metal shaped like a squirrel, Lindsay came into the kitchen. "What are they doing?" she asked me, looking over at Will and Jack. "They're discussing how they're going to kill the rocky squirrel at the playground," I answered. Lindsay laughed; I don't think she had taken me seriously... "Well, let's get going," Lindsay said, grabbing our lunch. We were about to leave when we had a bit of an incident. Jack had put his weight on the table getting up; Elizabeth's end flew up, and knocked her in the jaw (of course, Will came to her rescue). She fell to the ground, and the table flipped over onto Jack. "Bloody hell!" he screamed as me and Lindsay pulled the table off of him. We started laughing. Chocolate Chip Poptart was smashed all over Jack, but we stopped when we saw the blood.
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-- Woohoo! Chapter 3 down! I promise the next one will be better. Please review and leave any questions or suggestions for me! I'll be more than happy to answer! And BTW, a rocky squirrel is a rocking horse shaped like a squirrel on a giant spring. At the playground, we have three: a squirrel, a toucan, and a seahorse. You'll find that out anyway, though...I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't go around wondering 'What on earth is a rocky squirrel?' lol... well, we'll see you peeps later...bye! --