A/N: Last one!

Chapter Six

I wasn't sure where to leave Ema, seeing as I'd only picked her up in Oklahoma, not where I'm going. But seeing as she was obviously higher than I was at that moment, I decided on her behalf to take her back to LA. I'm sure she can make her own way back.

She currently had her mouth wide open, hand in the air and was sitting stock-still. Occasionally I'd poke her to make sure she was still alive, and she'd move a little, like the street performers in Covent Garden, London, England. I'd only been once, hadn't been much so I've never gone back.

We cross the state line doing 96 miles an hour, welcome to California, man!

The Editor can have his story tomorrow. Now, I really want to change out of my these shorts that I've been wearing about 90 of the trip, fuck, man, they could probably walk home by themselves.

We pass the beaches, Santa Monica etc. Ema coming out of her statue trance.

"Where are we?" she asks.

"Where are we? We're nearly home," I tell her.

"This isn't home," she says.

"It's my home," I reply. "You weren't able to make a decision about your home so you're at mine."

"Right."

We get back to the typical American house on the typical American street, looking a little worse for wear, us and the house. We take out my bags and load them into the garage.

- - -

The next day, we both go to see the Editor, and decide in the car that we'd sort out Ema's little location problem after that.

The meeting wasn't very long. Mostly consisted of the words 'no!' 'why?' and 'fuck you!'

Fucking asshole turned down my story, man! Said he didn't need it now, rejected it, not good enough, not in the deadline.

I'll show him. I'm not a doctor of journalism for nothing, man!

I get back out into the hall, Ema's sitting on a chair along the wall. I'm still tightly holding my finished story in my hand, the love for it after being rejected, disowned, unwanted, heightened.

"He didn't want it," I say to Ema. She stands up to console me. We had a short hug to share our feelings, I nearly had a few tears.

"It's ok Duke," she says.

"I know," I reply, I take her hand and we both walk a little disjointedly out of the building. We get to the sidewalk outside and both pause.

"Where to now?" she asks me.

"Dunno." Then, after a few seconds I offer, "Acid?"

A/N: So, there you are. The last of Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die. Will there be more? I don't know. Thank you sooo much for ALL the reviews! I am really really happy with them.

Lots of love

Silver Bell

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