JAKE
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Strolling along in the airport with Marco, my stomach grumbled. We were heading back to our classmates after a bathroom stop. I stuck my still-slightly-damp hands in my pocket, glancing hungrily at the Cinnabon to my left.
*FLASH*
"Prince Jake! Prince Jake! Are we going to the Cinnabon?" Ax asked excitedly.
Marco sighed. "Dude, you ate two extra-large buckets of popcorn during the movie. Plus a little bag of M&Ms and a hot dog and an extra-large Pepsi and an extra-large Coke--"
Ax interrupted to defend himself. "I was thirsty from all the delightful salt on the popcorn. Besides, I wanted to try the two colas side-by-side to judge for myself. There is supposedly a difference in the taste, but I only tasted delightful sweetened carbonated water fizzing in my mouth and making me burp."
I buried my head in my hands, propping my elbows on the table in the food court. "Don't remind me," I groaned. "Nearly getting kicked out of the theatre is not my idea of a good time."
Ax made a strange face. "Are you okay, Ax-man?" Marco asked. "Is the gas coming out the other end this time?"
"I do not know what other end you are referring to, but my gas seems to be under control now. I was trying to look apologetic. Sami does it all the time, especially when she lies to Roman or Austin."
I couldn't figure out what Ax was talking about. Marco filled me in. "It's Days of Our Lives, dude. Ax never misses it. He doesn't want to miss anything having to do with Shawn and Belle and Jan and the whole island thing." Seeing my even more confused face, Marco stopped and repeated, "Days of our Lives."
"May I have a Cinnabon?" Ax broke in eagerly. I finally bought him one, but while his mouth was longing for more food, his stomach couldn't handle anything more. I snatched the cinnamon bun out of Ax's hands. We barely made it out of the mall before Ax threw up a lot of what he'd just gobbled up like a pig. Not a pretty sight. Ax straightened up. "Prince Jake, may I have my Cinnabon back?" Marco and I burst out laughing in wonder of Ax.
*FLASH OVER*
I shook my head, almost tripping over a trash can. "Smooth, Jake. Cassie saw you." I reddened.
Turning serious, Marco asked, "A memory? A flash? Whatever we're gonna call our psychotic visions? Clairvoyant visions? Something like that?" Okay. Not completely serious. I just nodded.
"Relax, it'll be cool," Marco assured me. "We'll figure this out sooner or later." As we waited for our connecting flight with our classmates, Marco was silent for once. So was I.
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Hey all. I know, I probably promised in the last chapter I'd be cranking 'em out fast, but yet again that didn't happen, so I'm not going to bother with this one. But hopefully it was worth the wait--not any action but I tried to go for funny. Did it work? Am I destined to write the endings of tragic movies? Or can I maybe help with the script for "Seriously, Dude, Where's My Car"? (Yes, if you haven't heard, there's going to be a sequel "to Dude, Where's My Car". Adults find it to be one of the worst movies ever, but I think a lot of it is hilarious. Especially the guys' expressions. And I loved Andy Dick (that's his name, right? I know his name but I'm super-tired and delirious) as Mark. "E-mail me, okay? Freak-in-cage.com." Well enough of my rambling. Review! And hopefully some divine inspiration will strike (or come to me via a lovely reader?) :-) REVIEW!
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Strolling along in the airport with Marco, my stomach grumbled. We were heading back to our classmates after a bathroom stop. I stuck my still-slightly-damp hands in my pocket, glancing hungrily at the Cinnabon to my left.
*FLASH*
"Prince Jake! Prince Jake! Are we going to the Cinnabon?" Ax asked excitedly.
Marco sighed. "Dude, you ate two extra-large buckets of popcorn during the movie. Plus a little bag of M&Ms and a hot dog and an extra-large Pepsi and an extra-large Coke--"
Ax interrupted to defend himself. "I was thirsty from all the delightful salt on the popcorn. Besides, I wanted to try the two colas side-by-side to judge for myself. There is supposedly a difference in the taste, but I only tasted delightful sweetened carbonated water fizzing in my mouth and making me burp."
I buried my head in my hands, propping my elbows on the table in the food court. "Don't remind me," I groaned. "Nearly getting kicked out of the theatre is not my idea of a good time."
Ax made a strange face. "Are you okay, Ax-man?" Marco asked. "Is the gas coming out the other end this time?"
"I do not know what other end you are referring to, but my gas seems to be under control now. I was trying to look apologetic. Sami does it all the time, especially when she lies to Roman or Austin."
I couldn't figure out what Ax was talking about. Marco filled me in. "It's Days of Our Lives, dude. Ax never misses it. He doesn't want to miss anything having to do with Shawn and Belle and Jan and the whole island thing." Seeing my even more confused face, Marco stopped and repeated, "Days of our Lives."
"May I have a Cinnabon?" Ax broke in eagerly. I finally bought him one, but while his mouth was longing for more food, his stomach couldn't handle anything more. I snatched the cinnamon bun out of Ax's hands. We barely made it out of the mall before Ax threw up a lot of what he'd just gobbled up like a pig. Not a pretty sight. Ax straightened up. "Prince Jake, may I have my Cinnabon back?" Marco and I burst out laughing in wonder of Ax.
*FLASH OVER*
I shook my head, almost tripping over a trash can. "Smooth, Jake. Cassie saw you." I reddened.
Turning serious, Marco asked, "A memory? A flash? Whatever we're gonna call our psychotic visions? Clairvoyant visions? Something like that?" Okay. Not completely serious. I just nodded.
"Relax, it'll be cool," Marco assured me. "We'll figure this out sooner or later." As we waited for our connecting flight with our classmates, Marco was silent for once. So was I.
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Hey all. I know, I probably promised in the last chapter I'd be cranking 'em out fast, but yet again that didn't happen, so I'm not going to bother with this one. But hopefully it was worth the wait--not any action but I tried to go for funny. Did it work? Am I destined to write the endings of tragic movies? Or can I maybe help with the script for "Seriously, Dude, Where's My Car"? (Yes, if you haven't heard, there's going to be a sequel "to Dude, Where's My Car". Adults find it to be one of the worst movies ever, but I think a lot of it is hilarious. Especially the guys' expressions. And I loved Andy Dick (that's his name, right? I know his name but I'm super-tired and delirious) as Mark. "E-mail me, okay? Freak-in-cage.com." Well enough of my rambling. Review! And hopefully some divine inspiration will strike (or come to me via a lovely reader?) :-) REVIEW!