The Real World: Holes Style

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Chapter 1, Part 3

Ricky ' Zigzag' Kasch stood by his red krotchrocket, waiting for his fellow Real World partner. She had been informed earlier that he would be driving his krotchrocket so to mail her luggage to the airport. Ricky leaned back on his ride as he waited impataintly for her. He looked at his surroundings and watched as happy kids prance around, giggleing and grinning like maniacs, without a care in the world. His thoughts were distruppted when a tap on the shoulder drove his thoughts away. He turned to a short woman with long hair, blue eyes and a very fair complection.

" Um, hello," She started and stuck out her hand in a poliet manner. " I'm Candice, Candice Jenkins. And you are?"

" Ricky, Ricky Kasch," He said as he shook her hand gentley. She smiled and gestured to his ride.

" We are riding this?" She asked uncertainly, as she stared at it. Ricky turn to his krotch rocket and started laughing.

" What are you scared?" Candice glared at him.

" No, I'm not," She said in a so called ' brave' voice. Ricky didn't beilive her still.

" I don't beilive you," He told her as he tossed he a helmet. She caught it in surprise.

" We are going right now?" She questioned in a disbeiliving voice. Ricky shook his head in a joking manner.

" Well, We could always stay here, miss the plane and have no money what so ever," He shrugged as if he ment it. Candice rolled her eyes, set her helmet on the krotchrocket and put her hair in a low pony.

" How did you hair get so long?" Ricky insisted as he pulled at a lock of her hair. Candice raised and lowered one of her shoulders.

" It grows fast," And she put on her helmet and buckled the bottom. Ricky followed her suit and sat down on the krotchrocket. Candice climbed in on the back and held on tightly to Rickys waist.

" Oh my god, oh my god..." Candice started chanting to herself.

" What's wrong with you?" Asked a voice inside her head, or helmet, Candice didn't know. They started backing out and going to the main roads.

" Huh?" Candice said in confusion.

" There's a microphone in the helmet," Ricky said while he drove quickly in order not to miss the plane.

" There is? Cool! Now we can talk," Candice exclaimed happily. " Whats your favorite color?"

" Um, Probably blue, You?"

" Red, It's a cool color," Candice explained very quickly. " This ride is pimp!" After she said that, Ricky started laughing.

" Pimp?" He started laughing really hystraicaly SP? , to the point that Candice got pissed.

" That's great you think my word is funny but you don't see me laughing at anything you say," Candice growled to him and she glared at the back of his head. Ricky stopped laughing and they began driving in silence to the airport.

" Okay... I understand you find the word Pimp funny, But you don't have to have a cow about it!" She said angrly. Ricky shut up for the time being.

" I am bored," Ricky said, breaking the silence. Candice shifted uncomfortabley.

" Don't move around much, you might fall off," Ricky warned as he pulled into the ramp. He he paid the contract and pulled into a parking ramp. Ricky drove into a compact parking spot and turned off his ride. Candice took off her helmet and shook her head, letting her hair flow freely. Ricky removed his helmet and placed it on the krotchrocket and locked it onto his bike, he did the same for Candice's helmet.

" Finally, almost to London," Candice let out a frustrated like sigh. They walked for what seemed like eternity and approached gate 53.

" Please let me see your ticket and your carry on if you have one," A lady asked as they handed there tickets to her. She nodded her head and let them through.

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