Sorry about the wait, despite the fact that my exams are over, I still have a lot of work to do. Winter has currently set in here in Melbourne and all I can do is dream of Charlie on that sunny beach deep in the recesses of my mind...
Enough of that. I have a Formal (prom) in a few days and my fake tan is not working. I guess I'm destined to glow in the dark for the rest of my life...and Charlie is mocking me from that beach far, far away. Damn him!
Thank you for all of the reviews, they give me the motovation to keep going.
Don't own LOST.
Charlie is hot, and is on a beach somewhere...
Charlie was in good spirits and sang as he walked up the forest path back to the caves. He was still very wary walking alone, so every now and again, he would break out into a swashbuckling pose and once ended up challenging a tree with a stick.
"I challenge you to a duel! En garde!" He said with his best French accent, and feinted and parried around the truck.
"Is zat za best you can do? Your mozer is a 'amster, and your fazer smells of elderberries! I 'ave you now! Ah ha ha ha!" and he thrust his stick at the tree laughing. The sharp stick snapped a vine, and it whirled around the tree. The wind whistling sounded remarkably like Touché! as Charlie received a back-handed slap.
"Ooooh, He got me, he got me." Charlie rolled around in mock agony.
"Yes, he sure did."
Charlie's scream sounded remarkably like a small girl's.
"I saw the whole thing," Walt chuckled, appearing from seemingly nowhere, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone…yet."
"You better not, or I'll fling you in the water for shark bait." Charlie gasped. It seemed certain that he would die of a heart attack before he was thirty.
"I just came to tell you John's having a feast tonight…he's using the last of the tea, coffee and sugar from the plane. And we have cooked heaps of pork, in many different ways. He's got three others on the job. He's inviting everyone to the caves, and you have to be there."
"Sure, I'll be there. After plain pork, honey marinated pork sounds delicious," Charlie nodded, half sarcastically, "now scram. I have business to attend to." and he walked down the path with mock dignity, making Walt giggle.
Before long, he reached Claire's small niche in the cave. Finding that she wasn't there at present, he looked around worried and found Claire talking to Jack. Relieved, he plucked off all the ripe peanuts and presented them on a large leaf and waited for her to come around.
"Hello there, Charlie. I haven't seen you all day." Claire said sweetly, her massive bulge ploughing ahead of her.
"That's because I have a surprise for you…and also Hurley dragged me around half the island looking for something to eat. But that's not important." He said, helping her to sit down.
"A surprise for me? What is it?" She asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the item behind his back.
"Peanuts." Charlie revealed, setting down the large leaf.
"I think I have forgotten what they taste like." Claire admitted.
"I think I've forgotten the taste of beer, but that might be a good thing. C'mere and I'll help you remember." Charlie cracked open a shell and liberated a peanut, "close your eyes and open your mouth."
She obeyed and Charlie slipped in a peanut. As she crunched, her eyes flew open.
"I remember now, mmmmmmmmmm. This is what I've been wanting for a while."
"Do you want more?"
"Yes. Something's coming back to me…A song."
"Which song?"
"I dunno, I think it might be a commercial jingle." She hummed the tune.
"I've either never heard of it, or you're tone-deaf." Charlie laughed.
"I'm a peanut butter nutterrrrrr…no? You can't remember? Wait…I think I was in New Zealand at the time and it was a commercial there. I had some cousins there, though I'm not sure."
"That probably explains why I haven't heard of it. Never been to New Zealand…Dom Monaghan did, wouldn't shut up about it. Everything was about how he went around filming that goddamn movie…" Charlie muttered.
"Who's Dom Monaghan?"
"Don't worry about it…he was a movie star."
"Movie star…wait, something is coming back to me…what the hell is a hobbit?" Claire's face was screwed up in thought. Charlie groaned.
"Christ, there are some days you just can't win." He sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair.
A little later…
"What have you done to this plant!" Sun cried as Charlie presented the crippled peanut bush to her.
"As I said before, Hurley killed it, and it's been in my pocket for some time now."
"You should be more careful! It is going to take a long time for it to grow again." She hugged the small plant. Charlie shrugged and moved on.
Hey…The plant thought out of it misery This monster is quite nice…it's putting me in soil…is that water pouring over me? Ahhhhhh, that's nice. Hi there, my name is Patsy…I like you…
There is an old commercial song like that in New Zealand, and I wish I knew all of the words, but I whistle the tune all the time...that's when I'm not whistling that Hobbit song from LOTR.
