Omg, my 2nd hour study hall is so boring! I never have any homework from 1st period so I have nothing to do. Halfway through I get so bored that I get leave and walk around the school for about ten minutes. Agh!
Disclaimer: My disclaimer got squashed by a giant bean. Better watch out, you could be next...
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It was a rainy, grey Chicago morning. The Windy City was living up to its name and blowing things around. It was not uncommon to see tires and newspapers and homeless people and such go flying past their condo window.
Frodo and Sam decided not to go to work that day. It wasn't that it was too cold for swimming- it was still about 87 degrees- they just didn't want to go because the rain depressed them.
Merry and Pippin also didn't go to work. Since it was a rainy day, there wouldn't be much business in the guided boat tour industry.
Legolas was up at six, impeccably groomed and ready for work by seven. He never missed a day of work. The only disadvantage of working at the top of the Sears Tower on a windy day was how the building swayed in the wind.
Jobless Aragorn stayed home, of course.
"Aragorn, why don't you just get a job?" Merry asked as he started to assemble ingredients for an omelet. "Frodo, do you want me to make you an omelet?"
"No," Frodo was quite stuffed with chocolate already. In fact, he was starting to gain weight from all the chocolate he was eating.
"So, about that job..."
"Crapper!" Aragorn had though Merry would stop nagging him when he got sidetracked on making his omelet. "Um, I've been looking."
"You have not! All you do is sit around and watch soaps all day! Have you even showered in the last week?"
"Yes I have!" He shot back. "Once..."
He hadn't got around to shaving though. He hoped that if his beard grew out long enough, he could braid it and be cool like Jack Sparrow. "Fine, I will go shower now...savvy?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Aragorn stood up and stretched. Mind you, it took a while for him to get out of the groove he had practically carved in the couch. He cracked his neck and his back a few times; it had been a while since he last stood up. He knew that soon Merry would shoot some remark at him, so he tried to maintain whatever was left of his dignity by walking to the bathroom to take his shower. Though... it didn't help when he tripped over the DDR mats someone had left out. He dusted himself off and passed Pippin on the way to the bathroom.
"Merry, what's going on?" Pippin asked as Aragorn shut the door.
"Aragorn is taking a shower," Merry said approvingly as he flipped his omelet.
"Hm," Pippin said and glanced outside, just to make sure the world wasn't ending.
Just then, Sam came running into the kitchen. "Who's taking a shower?"
"Aragorn," Merry said, rolling his eyes, tired of the conversation.
" Scheiße! Uh, pardon my French."
"That was clearly German," Frodo corrected him.
"Oh yeah..."
"So everybody," Merry said, beginning to eat his omelet, "all of us have decided to take the day off for no specific reason. Are we going to do something today?"
"We could go swimming in Buckingham Fountain," Pippin suggested.
"Nah, it's raining and windy and I doubt that Frodo and Sam want to do anything to do with swimming," Merry said as Frodo and Sam nodded in agreement.
"We could go to a museum," Sam said.
"Nah, we've been to all of them a million times already!"
"I know!" Frodo exclaimed. "Let's go ice skating at Millennium Park!"
"Yeah!"
"But it's almost 90 degrees!" Sam pointed out. "How can the water stay frozen?"
Pippin shook his head. That Sam... always trying to see the logical things. "It doesn't matter, don't ask questions."
Sam shrugged and headed to the closet to collect everyone's skates and elbow pads, knee pads, helmets, and wrist guards. Actually, the safety equipment was only for himself. He could never be too careful.
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"You've gotta be kidding me."
"Sam you're not going to wear that safety crap in public, are you?"
"So what if I am?" Sam tried to defend himself. "It's better to be safe than sorry."
"Not when being safe means looking like a freak."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, but the truth hurts."
Sam grumbled and strapped his helmet on tighter.
"But what about Aragorn?" Frodo asked.
"What about him?"
"He's still in the shower, he won't know where we went."
Merry fumbled through the drawers of the kitchen looking for a pen and paper. After four minutes and no success he resorted to the bottle of chocolate syrup from the refrigerator. He turned it upside down and wrote a message with it on the kitchen table.
WENT SKATING. B BACK L8R.
"Do you really think he'll understand that?" Sam asked skeptically.
"We can only hope," Merry said and the four hobbits left.
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"Mr. Frodo, this isn't working!" Sam said with frustration, getting up from the ice. He had lost track of how many times he had fallen. He ran into the same person twice, smashed into the sideboard, and his butt was starting to get cold from the too familiar feeling of hitting the ice... despite the warm weather... and the rain.
The rain had turned to drizzle, but that had kept the usual masses of people from coming to the skating rink. There were only the hobbits and few other people.
"Sam, watch it!" Merry yelled was Sam almost collided with him.
"I'm trying!"
"It's not really that hard," Pippin said gliding past him. He started to gather speed, jumped, and landed a perfect triple axle.
Sam grumbled and managed to get himself to the exit. "I think I'll just go look at the giant bean."
"Giant bean?" Pippin exclaimed coming to a perfect T-stop. "Is it edible?"
"No." Sam took his skates off and walked up the sidewalk to stare in wonder at the giant bean.
It was... a giant bean. No joke. The sign says it's "art", but most people know better. It's a huge sculpture (kidney bean shaped) made entirely of mirrors, the point of which is to reflect the city skyline in them. Sam just liked its beany shape.
"Sam!" What're you doing?" Frodo asked coming up behind him.
"Nothin..."
"Nuh-uh. You look like you're pondering something deep and important."
"Well... I was thinking about making bean dip when we get home."
"Ah, I see."
"Can we go home now?"
"Sure." Frodo ran to the balcony type thing that overlooks the skating rink. "Merry, Pippin! We're going home!"
"Noooooo!"
They had to drag Pippin off the ice kicking and screaming. As they walked toward home, people were starting to stare at Pip, who was still screaming his lungs out.
"Will someone shut him up!" Frodo shouted.
"Pip, if you be quiet, I will let you eat every can of chocolate fudge frosting we have for dinner," Merry said, knowing perfectly well that he, himself, had eaten the last can two days ago.
Pippin stopped screaming. "Really?"
"N-er, yes."
"Ok." Pippin started skipping up the street merrily. Until he ran right into a person's back. The someone turned around. "It can't be...nooooooo!"
To Be Continued...
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Stupid place to end, I know. Stupid chapter, I know. Sorry. Chili will make it up to ya.
Oh, by the way, my pen name has changed. It is now chou-fleur. Kills the whole "Star" thing, but wha ya gonna do?
One more thing! Gah! I was gonna put a link to a picture ofthe bean sculpture here but it won't let me! Google it, it's called the "Cloud Gate," there's some good pics. Ha, it's still a bean...
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