A/N: I own nothing. You hear me? NOTHING! Ok? Ok. Now on with the freaky story!
Jose sat in his room, hunched over in a corner. He looked sadly at his computer. He could see the blinking cursor awaiting his creative words and thoughts. Jose got up and sat in his computer, staring at the blinking cursor. He started to type, very slowly, he started to tell his tale.
Jose typed:
The Green Leaf. It was a coffee house. Where the freaks and geeks came to play with the popular and beautiful people of high school. The most beautiful person of all was the girl I loved. Amy. She was a star in the drama club.
Jose sighed and looked away from the screen. He was choked up and he knew he would cry. But, he continued to type: The girl I love is.....in the hospital. She might….die.
I came to Parville, with my family. I remember it like yesterday….
Jose closed his eyes and saw the scene passing before him. His mother and father, so happy to be here. He typed on: We moved into a nice sized house in a small neighborhood, where everyone knows each other.
I had been settling into my stupid, tiny room when a drumstick broke my window. About ten seconds later the doorbell rang and I went down stairs to get it. I was greeted by three guys dressed in drag.
"Sorry about the drumstick." One of the drag queens said.
"Who are you?" I asked, thinking 'Are they gay or something?'
"Well" said the first guy, "I am Terryl. But call me Teri. Formality bites."
"I am Kris." Said the second guy. "And I am from New York, if you want to know."
"I'm Steve, and this," he said, sticking his thumb at the two others, "is Austin and Matt."
"Again, sorry about the drumstick." Said Teri. "We were rehearsing a play, which explains the drag, and Austin got violent on us an took away Steve's drumsticks and threw them out the window then he called us "Drama Freaks" and….."
"Aw Teri, don't give him too much info." Said Austin hurriedly.
"A play?" I asked. "What kind of a play?"
A play. Something very strange that they had adapted. It actually some movie called "Moulin Rouge" and they were trying to adapt it into a play that would be civilized enough for Ms. Laruns, the strict head of the drama club.
"We need someone to stand in for Matt, because he's sort of passed out on your lawn." Said Teri.
Next thing I knew I was standing in for the drug over-dosed Matt in Teri's garage.
"How do we turn it from courtesan and writer to....something less...."mused Austin aloud.
"How about stripper and bartender?" suggested Teri.
"That's still toocrazy forthose prude Nazis atschool."Steve said.
Matt popped up out of bed. "About about Jew, and Gentile?"
"What?" said Austin.
Matt passed out again on the garage floor.
They all started to bicker, getting louder and louder. Suddenly, I had it.
"What about...." No one could hear me, the bickering was just too loud.
"WHAT ABOUT A CHEERLEADER AND A NERD?" I screamed.
Matt popped up again."A cheerleader...and a nerd....I like it!" he said, smiling idiotically.
"Brilliant!"said Teri.
"Maybe you and Austin should write it together." said Steve.
"No.Either I writeit, or he writes it." Austin said glaring at us.
"Ok."saidTeri. "Jose, willyou write it for us then?"
Austin screamed and yelled, "FREAKS!" before storming out the door.
"Well, will you?" asked Steve.
I looked at their hopeful faces and said, "Yes."
"YES!" roared Matt.
"Let's drink beer then, to celebrate!" said Teri.
"Um, ok." I said, taking the beer bottle.
There it is. Please R&R! Now I need to go have a sugar attack....