A/N
I love you all! Thanks so much, you guys rock! Ehehe, yes I'm quite partial
to the Spam line, too. Here's another chapter, and as soon as I post it I'm
going to start work on the next one. Ah, such a good stress reliever after
a stupid long day at school. :-D
After another hour of cleaning, the occasional snog, and quite a few dirty jokes, Jake morphed to peregrine falcon and flew back home. I sat on my bed, taking in all that had happened. Me and Jake...kissing. On the very bed I was now sitting on. Hm. Now that seems a bit odd. But, at the same time, not doing it would have been absolute insanity. I would have exploded like a shaken up Coke can if that hadn't of just happened. I was seriously considering flying to Jake's for a little bit, when my dad opened the door.
"Much better," he said, smiling at my now fairly clean room. No more old food, and the clothes had all been jammed into the hamper and under my bed. I had the window open, getting some fresh air in. And just in case Jake decided to stop by again...
"So, what are we having for dinner?" I asked, just now realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten all day.
"Pizza?" my dad suggested. A common favorite.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smiling. "Pepperoni, mushrooms, olives, and extra cheese." My dad made a face.
"How about just pepperoni?" he asked. I nodded. Pizza was not the biggest thing on my mind right now.
"Sure, whatever. Oh, no," I moaned, smacking my forehead. In all the commotion with Jake, I had completely forgotten a rather serious book report I had due. The Hobbit. I hadn't exactly read it...but I knew the gist, I suppose.
"Dad, I'll be down in a while, I have some school work to do," I said, pulling the book out of my backpack and sitting at my now clear desk.
"Well Marco, if you would have told me that...You know school work is more important than your room," he said, shaking his head.
"I know Dad. But this won't take long, don't worry." He forced a weak smile as he left the room. I hated having to do that. He knew I would probably end up eating the pizza alone, at my desk, while writing complete B.S, while he sat at the kitchen table, pretending to read the newspaper, but really just staring at nothing and thinking.
"The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien," I muttered to myself as I wrote. Well. On the cover was a really short guy. And a huge guy with a pointy hat and long flowing robes. So...it was about a midget and a cross-dresser. Alright. Easy enough. One of those artsy pieces that's supposed to make you think. I flipped through and wrote down a couple of the names that I saw to make it more convincing. After a page and a half about oppression of shorter people and men who dressed in drag, my dad knocked on my door.
"Here you go," he said, putting a piece of Pepperoni, mushroom, olive, and extra cheese pizza next to my paper on the desk. "I got half pepperoni, and half that," he said, pointing to the piece and sticking his tongue out, biting it a little at the grotesque excuse for pizza that sat in front of him.
"Thanks Dad. Look, I'm almost done. Do you want to watch a movie, or something?" I asked hopefully.
"I'd like that," he said, smiling and walking out of my room. After a rather slap-dash ending to my report (I now believe I have made it quite clear to you, oh lovely reader, that to judge someone on their height or choice of clothes, is unfair, ignorant, and just plain mean.), I ran out of my room to the living room.
"So what'll it be tonight?" my dad asked, flipping on the pay-per- view channel. We skimmed through the information on some of them, looking for words like 'blood' 'explosion' and 'the end of the world', avoiding words like 'heart-wrenching' 'beautiful' and 'perfect for the entire family'. We finally agreed on what seemed to be a rather gory film, and in the two minutes before it started, I made some popcorn. It was then that the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said quietly.
"Hey Marco. It's me, Cassie. Remember that C.D I leant you?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, looking over my shoulder. We could never be to careful, especially on the phone.
"Well I kind of need it back. It's Rachel's, not mine, and she's a bit angry about me letting you borrow it."
"Give me an hour."
"Just hurry, Marco."
I hung up the phone and returned to the living room. I knew within twenty minutes my dad would be out like a light. But I needed to be sure before I left the house.
"Who was that?" he asked as I came back into the room with the popcorn.
"Wrong number," I said, sitting down next to him and munching on some popcorn. Sure enough, within ten minutes, I heard the unmistakable sound of his snores beginning. I quietly stood up, and walked to my room. I quickly scrawled a note and put it on my desk, just in case. 'Went for a walk, be back soon.' I shed my outer clothing, revealing tight bicycle shorts and a t-shirt I must've gotten in like fifth grade. I morphed osprey and made my way to Cassie's farm, which was just on the edge of the city we all lived in.
"'Bout time," Rachel grumbled as I landed on the rafters, hopped down onto a hay bale, and demorphed.
"Evening, sunshine," I said brightly, smiling wide. Cassie, Rachel, Jake, and Ax were all sitting (or in Ax's case, standing) in the barn.
.Sit down Marco. We need to get this over with quick, I heard in my mind, coming from the rafters.
"Hey bird-boy, don't order me around," I said a bit harshly. I was kind of grumpy from my lack of sleep. "Sorry," I said, sighing. "What's going on?"
"Tobias thinks he may have found a new entrance to the yeerk pool," Jake said. I rolled my eyes.
"Well that happens all the time, now, doesn't it? What's so special about this one that we had to meet in the middle of the night?" I asked.
"If you would shut up maybe he could tell you," Rachel growled. Cassie put a hand on her arm to calm her.
.We believe this might not only be an entrance, but a way of enslaving many new humans each day, without even going into the pool, Ax said, looking at me with his main eyes, his stalk eyes on constant alert for any intruders.
"Woah. That is bad. But what kind of place would have people going in where no one could see them, and have them not notice when a hulking Hork- bajir comes at them, yelling 'hey let me stick this alien in your head'. I mean, people would notice if this is a public places that tons of people use all the time." I said, hoping that what I had just said was true and that we could all just go home.
"This place is dark, people go in long enough to be taken, and no one would notice anything odd about it," Jake said.
"And people use it often?" Cassie asked.
"Yes. Often enough to make a considerable dent in the free humans to controller ratio, that's for sure," Jake responded.
"What is this, twenty questions?" Rachel cried, standing up. If I could say one thing for her, the girl definitely knew how to get to the point. "Where is this place?"
.Down town, right in the middle of the busiest part of the city, Tobias said.
"Well, what is it?!" Rachel shouted.
.The car wash.
I feel perhaps another note is in order. Alright, as far as having Marco read (or rather, not read) The Hobbit goes...it was the first book that popped into my head. I meant no disrespect to J.R.R, as he is one of my favorite authors. Odd...most of my favorite authors tend to sign books with letters and dots. J.R.R Tolkien, K.A Applegate... Any who. And another thing I had left out – The Animorphs is, of course, NOT mine, and neither are any of the characters. I have nothing, so you'll have to sue my parents. And unless you want to be reimbursed in bad jokes and groundation...well, yes...off to work on the next chapter!
After another hour of cleaning, the occasional snog, and quite a few dirty jokes, Jake morphed to peregrine falcon and flew back home. I sat on my bed, taking in all that had happened. Me and Jake...kissing. On the very bed I was now sitting on. Hm. Now that seems a bit odd. But, at the same time, not doing it would have been absolute insanity. I would have exploded like a shaken up Coke can if that hadn't of just happened. I was seriously considering flying to Jake's for a little bit, when my dad opened the door.
"Much better," he said, smiling at my now fairly clean room. No more old food, and the clothes had all been jammed into the hamper and under my bed. I had the window open, getting some fresh air in. And just in case Jake decided to stop by again...
"So, what are we having for dinner?" I asked, just now realizing how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten all day.
"Pizza?" my dad suggested. A common favorite.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smiling. "Pepperoni, mushrooms, olives, and extra cheese." My dad made a face.
"How about just pepperoni?" he asked. I nodded. Pizza was not the biggest thing on my mind right now.
"Sure, whatever. Oh, no," I moaned, smacking my forehead. In all the commotion with Jake, I had completely forgotten a rather serious book report I had due. The Hobbit. I hadn't exactly read it...but I knew the gist, I suppose.
"Dad, I'll be down in a while, I have some school work to do," I said, pulling the book out of my backpack and sitting at my now clear desk.
"Well Marco, if you would have told me that...You know school work is more important than your room," he said, shaking his head.
"I know Dad. But this won't take long, don't worry." He forced a weak smile as he left the room. I hated having to do that. He knew I would probably end up eating the pizza alone, at my desk, while writing complete B.S, while he sat at the kitchen table, pretending to read the newspaper, but really just staring at nothing and thinking.
"The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien," I muttered to myself as I wrote. Well. On the cover was a really short guy. And a huge guy with a pointy hat and long flowing robes. So...it was about a midget and a cross-dresser. Alright. Easy enough. One of those artsy pieces that's supposed to make you think. I flipped through and wrote down a couple of the names that I saw to make it more convincing. After a page and a half about oppression of shorter people and men who dressed in drag, my dad knocked on my door.
"Here you go," he said, putting a piece of Pepperoni, mushroom, olive, and extra cheese pizza next to my paper on the desk. "I got half pepperoni, and half that," he said, pointing to the piece and sticking his tongue out, biting it a little at the grotesque excuse for pizza that sat in front of him.
"Thanks Dad. Look, I'm almost done. Do you want to watch a movie, or something?" I asked hopefully.
"I'd like that," he said, smiling and walking out of my room. After a rather slap-dash ending to my report (I now believe I have made it quite clear to you, oh lovely reader, that to judge someone on their height or choice of clothes, is unfair, ignorant, and just plain mean.), I ran out of my room to the living room.
"So what'll it be tonight?" my dad asked, flipping on the pay-per- view channel. We skimmed through the information on some of them, looking for words like 'blood' 'explosion' and 'the end of the world', avoiding words like 'heart-wrenching' 'beautiful' and 'perfect for the entire family'. We finally agreed on what seemed to be a rather gory film, and in the two minutes before it started, I made some popcorn. It was then that the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said quietly.
"Hey Marco. It's me, Cassie. Remember that C.D I leant you?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, looking over my shoulder. We could never be to careful, especially on the phone.
"Well I kind of need it back. It's Rachel's, not mine, and she's a bit angry about me letting you borrow it."
"Give me an hour."
"Just hurry, Marco."
I hung up the phone and returned to the living room. I knew within twenty minutes my dad would be out like a light. But I needed to be sure before I left the house.
"Who was that?" he asked as I came back into the room with the popcorn.
"Wrong number," I said, sitting down next to him and munching on some popcorn. Sure enough, within ten minutes, I heard the unmistakable sound of his snores beginning. I quietly stood up, and walked to my room. I quickly scrawled a note and put it on my desk, just in case. 'Went for a walk, be back soon.' I shed my outer clothing, revealing tight bicycle shorts and a t-shirt I must've gotten in like fifth grade. I morphed osprey and made my way to Cassie's farm, which was just on the edge of the city we all lived in.
"'Bout time," Rachel grumbled as I landed on the rafters, hopped down onto a hay bale, and demorphed.
"Evening, sunshine," I said brightly, smiling wide. Cassie, Rachel, Jake, and Ax were all sitting (or in Ax's case, standing) in the barn.
.Sit down Marco. We need to get this over with quick, I heard in my mind, coming from the rafters.
"Hey bird-boy, don't order me around," I said a bit harshly. I was kind of grumpy from my lack of sleep. "Sorry," I said, sighing. "What's going on?"
"Tobias thinks he may have found a new entrance to the yeerk pool," Jake said. I rolled my eyes.
"Well that happens all the time, now, doesn't it? What's so special about this one that we had to meet in the middle of the night?" I asked.
"If you would shut up maybe he could tell you," Rachel growled. Cassie put a hand on her arm to calm her.
.We believe this might not only be an entrance, but a way of enslaving many new humans each day, without even going into the pool, Ax said, looking at me with his main eyes, his stalk eyes on constant alert for any intruders.
"Woah. That is bad. But what kind of place would have people going in where no one could see them, and have them not notice when a hulking Hork- bajir comes at them, yelling 'hey let me stick this alien in your head'. I mean, people would notice if this is a public places that tons of people use all the time." I said, hoping that what I had just said was true and that we could all just go home.
"This place is dark, people go in long enough to be taken, and no one would notice anything odd about it," Jake said.
"And people use it often?" Cassie asked.
"Yes. Often enough to make a considerable dent in the free humans to controller ratio, that's for sure," Jake responded.
"What is this, twenty questions?" Rachel cried, standing up. If I could say one thing for her, the girl definitely knew how to get to the point. "Where is this place?"
.Down town, right in the middle of the busiest part of the city, Tobias said.
"Well, what is it?!" Rachel shouted.
.The car wash.
I feel perhaps another note is in order. Alright, as far as having Marco read (or rather, not read) The Hobbit goes...it was the first book that popped into my head. I meant no disrespect to J.R.R, as he is one of my favorite authors. Odd...most of my favorite authors tend to sign books with letters and dots. J.R.R Tolkien, K.A Applegate... Any who. And another thing I had left out – The Animorphs is, of course, NOT mine, and neither are any of the characters. I have nothing, so you'll have to sue my parents. And unless you want to be reimbursed in bad jokes and groundation...well, yes...off to work on the next chapter!