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Chapter Six

. Ronie's PoV .

"Look out!"

"AHHHHHH!!!"

"ARRRGGHH!!!"

"Jack!" I screamed.

SMASH

We ran over to the green sudan to get Jack.

"You ok?" Val yelled.

"Err... yo ho?"

"Jack! Get out!"

"Ooo... y'ok, Jack?"

"Val, stop babying him..."

"BJ! Help us!"

"Coming!"

"OWW!!!"

"Watch your head!"

"is he cut? Sliced? Diced?"

"Val!"

"Come on, Jack..."

"This isn't me day..." Jack moaned.

"Join the club!" I said.

"Ronie, watch his ARM!!"

"What happened?!"

"Damn glass..."

"Whoa, don't-"

CLUNK

"Ow..."

"-slip..." I finished. "Well, get off the hood."

"Hey!" Brandon said. "Twenty bucks!"

"Where?!" Val asked.

"Dashboard... I got it!"

He crawled onto the hood under Jack to get the money.

"Whoa! What are ye doin?!'"

"Jack! BJ!"

"Almost got it!"

"Jack!"

He slipped again and fell on top of Brandon.

"Hey!"

I pushed Jack and he rolled off the hood onto Val.

"Whoa!"

"Ow!"

"Come on, Val!"

"Jack, get off me!"

"Well-"

"Move you're butt!"

"Hey... what's going on over there?" Brandon asked.

"What was going on on the hood?" I asked.

"Shut up, Ronie..."

. Val's PoV .

"Jack, get off me! Move your butt!"

"I'm movin', luv! Calm down!"

Ronie and Brandon appeared from around the sudan.

"Haha... smack him on the butt!" Ronie said.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Gladly..."

SMACK

"Whoa, what was that about?!"

"Laugh a little, Jack..." i said. "Now help me up!"

Jack pulled me to my feet eyeing me. I smiled at him for a minute.

"Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!"

Jack linked arms with me and we sang.

"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot!"

"Hey, Val! Idea!"

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"

"Val, I've got an-"

"Big Bird ate bean that made a big toot! Drink up me hearties, yo-"

"VALERIE!!!"

"Ya beanie?"

"Up for cart racing?"

"Sure! But why are you in a good mood?"

"Jack got hurt! He deserved it! I'm happier now!"

"Weird how voilence cures everything, eh?" asked Jack.

"Yes, violence cures all the pain..." Val said. "now let's go, Ronie!"

"Are you sure you girls wanna end up like Jack?" BJ asked. "In pain?"

"What are you?!" I asked. "A party pooping voice of reason?! To Home Depot!"

Ronie and I jumped into the carts.

"Yo hoooo!!!" I yelled.

And we're off!"

"Woo! Yeah!"

"Go! Go! GO!!!"

"I'm goin', luv, I'm goin'!"

"Well go faster! They're winning!"

"We're gonna win!" Ronie yelled.

"Not if I do first!"

Jack picked up speed, and I stood up.

"Wooooo! eat it, Ronie! Eat it!"

"Never!!!"

I looked up. Here comes the sidewalk. I looked over at ronie.

"Slow up!" she yelled to BJ.

"What?!"

"Faster!" I yelled. "Go, Jack! High ho, Silver! Awaaaayy!"

"Val!" Ronie yelled.

"What?!"

"Brick wall!"

I looked up.

"Oh no... Jack!!! Stop!!!"

"What?! Faster?!"

"No! St-"

"Go?! If ye say so..."

"JACK!!! No! Wait! JAAAAACK!!!"

CRUNCH

. Ronie's PoV .

Val went flying; Jack flew over the bar and landed in the cart that he was pushing went it hit the sidewalk. Val fell to the walk after hitting the building.

"Val! Speak to me! If you're dead, I'm not getting you that skirt for Christmas!"

"But what about-"

"Don't say it!" I said, cutting off Brandon. "Val! Y'ok?"

"Uh..." jack said, sitting up out of the cart.

"Ouch... you did that twice. It's gotta hurt now..."

"More than ye'll know, mate... oww! Ooo... Is the lass all right?"

"She won't get up!" I said.

Jack looked at Val, then he tossed her over his shoulder.

"C'mon, let's move..."

Brandon and I led the way in. Val was swingning over Jack's shoulder.

"Whoa..." Jack said. "nice place ye got here, luv..."

"Thanks. Now go find your door, Brandon. I'm using the restroom."

"Already?"

"What do you mean 'already?'"

"Nothing..."

"Just go find your door. I'll meet you there."

. Brandon's PoV .

"So, let's get that door."

"Mind if I-"

"No. If you break it, you buy it. That policy bites hard."

"What's the orange thang for?" he asked.

"Put the door on so I don't gotta carry it. Put Val on it if you want."

We layed Val there, and rolled through the store getting looks.

"Doors!" I said."And of course the aisle's closed."

"Use that," Jack said.

"A forklift?"

"Yeah, if that's what ye wanna call it..."

"I've had enough trouble tonight, thank you."

"Fine, I'll get it."

Val was stirring. I wonder if she's gonna kill over yet...

"Val, y'ok?"

"Weeeeeeeee..."

"Val, snap out of it!"

"Yo ho, yo ho! Lots of rum for me!"

"What?" Jack yelled.

CLUNK

Jack dropped the dorr and came running over.

"Ye fixed her, mate!"

"Yo ho! Weeeeee..."

"She's not fixed, she's broken!" I said.

Val sat up.

"I'm broken? Oh no... where's the super glue?! Hurry!"

"Val!"

"Oh no... there's none left... TAPE!!! Where's the tape?!"

She grabbed a roll of duct tape off the shelf and started wrapping herself in it.

"Darling, uh... no, get it off yer... can she breathe?!"

"Val, you look mental!" I said.

"Ye mean she isn't?"

Her head was now covered in duct tape. Nice...

"Am I fixed yet?!"

"Val! Stop it!"

"Weeeeeeeee..."

"Jack! Do something!"

"What do ye want me to do?!"

"Nothing! just- Val! Get it off me!"

RIP

"OWWWW!!! Val! that hurt!"

"Haha... you screamed! AHH! Haha..."

Now Jack and Val were both laughing.

"Hey, shut up!"

RIP

"OWWW!!! Jack! Who's side are you on?!"

"Depends..."

"On what?"

"Whoever screams less..."

RIP

"OWWWWW!!!"

"Ye're pitiful, mate..."

RIP

"HEY!!! The lass is turnin' on me!"

"Haha... you both screamed! AHHH!!!"

"Val, you little bi-"

RIP

"OWWWWWW!!! Damn you, Val!"

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