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Chapter Thirteen
. Brandon's Pov .
"Does your mom know we're doing this?' Clay asked as we lined up to get on he plane at noon.
"No..." I said. "Shut up."
"Where are we going?" Will asked.
"To get Ronie," I said.
"What are we going in?"
"Airplane. You can have the window seat," Clay said.
We boarded the plane. I was flying to North Carolina without my parents knowing... it gave me a twinge of guiltas well as excitement. We sat down; Will, Clay, then me on the end.
"Peanuts?" the flight attendant asked.
"Sure, we'll take some," I said. "And some Dr. Pepper.
The lady gave us our stuff and left.
"How do you open this?" Will asked.
"Hey man, don't shake that!" Clay said.
"I found it!"
"Clay! Duck!"
SPRAY
I put my arms down, and the three of us were dripping with sticky pop.We glared at Will who just sat the can in thr cupholder and got up.
"Shall we?" he asked, shaking his arms.
Clay and I led him to the bathroom in the back, but it was occupied.
"They'll be done in a second," I said.
Then we heard a series of really gross sounds...
"Eww!" Clay said, pinching his nose.
"I'm afraid to go in!" I said.
"I've smelled worse," Will said.
Clay and I looked up at him.
"Not me personally," Will said. "You get my jist, though."
Suddenly, the door flew open, and this big fat guy came out straightening his waistline, and he went passed us. Then, the rush ofstank was shoved up our nostrils, and we clutched our noses, gasping for air.
"I'm gonna hurl!" clay said.
"I'm gonna die!" I coughed.
"C'mon," Will said, moving forward."no use in resisting. The whole plane is probably this bad by now!"
Will and I stumbled in, but Clay was coughing and gasping for air so hard that he passed out.
"C'mon, Clay," I coughed, dragging him into the restroom. I kicked the door shut as we squeezed in.
"Is there a fan?" I asked.
"No..." Will said. "Uh! That guy must've had..."
"Mexican? Irritable Bowl Syndrome?" I asked.
"Yes..." Will gagged, shutting the toilet seat. He hit the button to flush it, but I didn't like the sound of that flush...
"Oh no," Will said.
"What?" I asked.
"Erm... let's get out of here... fast."
"Damn! The door's jammed!"
"What! Kick it!"
"It won't move!"
GURGLE SPUTTER
Will and I looked back at the toilet. It was spilling over.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"Make it stop!" I yelled.
"Move!"
Will slammed himself into the door, but no good.
Then Clay sat up.
"BJ! What did you do!"
"It wasn't me! It was the Mexican Food Bandit!"
"HELP!" Clay screamed. "Get us out!"
"The door's stuck!" Will yelled.
"Where's Ronie with that damn ax when you need her!" I bellowed. "Give me that sword!"
I took Will's sword, but it was no use against the door. It broke. We stared in disbelief, and I finally threw it to the gorund.
"What'll we do!"
"Shut up, Clay! Hysterics don't help!"
"They do for me!"
"So stop being a self-centered twit and help with the door!"
BING
"We are about to take off; please fasten your belts and remained seated," a voice said.
"AHHHHHH!"
"Let us out! Let us out! PLEASE let us out!" Clay screamed as we tugged harder yet on the door.
"Help! Mexican!"
The plane started moving, and we gathered speed.
"NO!Crap!" Will siad.
"Literally!"
"Eww!"
"Get us out!"
"Push! One-two-"
THUD
"Ow!"
We fell one on top of the other on the spewing toilet screaming. The plane was taking off.
. Ronie's PoV .
Ah ha! Val has a secret crush on Jack! I knew it! But this sucks... Jack's a good kisser! And it's not like I did anything last night whenVal saw us... not a thing wrong!
Yes you did...
No.
Yes you did...
Okay, so I kissed him again. Big whoop.
You did more than that...
Shut up! I did not!
You made out with him...
Did not!
Did...
So! I'm single! Me and Brandon are broken up still, remember?
What about Clay?
He doesn't count! Ugh, I hate arguing with myself. Val was still on the box mad at me, and I decided to go back to Jack and talk to him.
"Jack, we gotta alk," I said, sitting next to him.
"Aye?"
"Well, you see Val up there?"
"What about her?"
"We'll, she's down in the dumps and I was thinking you might cheer her up."
"Enough said."
"And I don't mean with your wooing powers either."
Jack stopped.
"Then what do I do!"
"I dunno..."
Wait... the truck! We were slowing down!
"Jack! I said. "Let's get out of here! Val!"
"I know," she yelled, coming back to us. "Let's go!"
. Brandon's PoV .
"Get us out!"
"The door!"
"I know about the damn door already, Will! How about stopping the toilet form spewing terds!"
"It won't stop!"
"It's gotta stop sometime! Plane can't hold that much water!" Clay said.
"You'd be amazed!" I said.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
We stopped dead. Someone's there!
"Help us!" Clay yelled. "The door's stuck!"
And oh my god, the door was opened. We stared wide-eyed at the flight attendant standing there.
"Um... you got a spare plunger by chance?" I asked.
"How about a towel?" Will asked.
. Ronie's PoV .
"Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!"
"Did he hear us?" I asked.
"No..." Val said.
"Sing louder!" Jack yelled.
"YO HO! YO HO! A PIRATE'S LIFE FO-"
"Who's there?" a voice asked.
Yes! savoir! The truck door opened, and there sttod a girl dressed in jeans, a green tank top, and a brown cowboy hat. She had a red braid laying on her shoulder, hands on hips.
"And how did you bunch get in there?" she asked with an amused smile.
I asumed this was the truck driver. I'm guessing she was about 22, four years older than me. Val and I jumped out of the rig, and Jack sorta stood there a moment.
"What's a matter, cowboy?" she asked, walking up to him. "Come on down."
She tugged him out of the rig, and jack straightened himself, trying to look normal.
"So, where did you come from? I don't remember a pirate, witch, and Glinda being part of my cargo."
"We didn't mean to," I said. "But we accidently got locked in the back of the rig when you were in Bueford Bay."
"Aw, that little town? I love it there. Who are you?"
"Ronie, and this is Val and Jack."
"Well, pleased to meet y'all. Name's Caroline. I'm not from 'round your parts, but my grandma lives up your ways in Vermont somewhere."
"Cool," Val said. "Say, are we at a truck stop? I'm starving."
"I'd reckon you would be," Caroline said. "eighteen hours is a trip on an empty belly!"
"Whoa... eighteen hours!" Val asked.
"Yep. Ten at night to four in the afternoon," she said. "Come on into the diner. We'll grab a bite."
"Cool! Come on, Jack!" Val said, pulling him along.
"And maybe after we fill up, we can get ye some clothes," Caroline said.
"Sweet," I said. "Say, you mind if we stick with you?"
We sat down, and Caroline raised an eyebrow.
"Won't your folks be worried bout you?" she asked.
"No," I lied. "I was being forced to move, and Val didn't want me to go, and then-"
"Ah," Caroline said. "Running are you?"
"I nodded.
"And I promise we'll be good or you can dump us on any road you want."
"No worries then," she said, leaning back with a smile.
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