And we did. Almost the whole afternoon, too. We followed the lady and her son as they went to buy clothes, CD's, a bike and then some other stuff. After a while we got bored so the rest is sort of fuzzy. That's what happened this morning, now Becca and I are sitting behind a plant in this restaurant watching the boy have a fit because his ice cream didn't have enough sprinkles on it.
"You have enough bloody ice cream in you anyway, you tard," Becca just said under her breath, and now I'm stuffing my fist in my mouth so I won't be heard. But, god, it sure was hard. Now a man, a very fat man I might add, is joining them. He ordered more sprinkles and the boy is happily flicking some other boy sitting in the table behind them on the head.
"They do look an awful lot like…" Becca began but I held up a hand.
"Say that again, and listen to yourself carefully," I said practically rolling my eyes.
"They look a lot like the Dursleys," She said with a puzzled expression on her face.
"'They look a lot like a fiction character that could never in a million years exist!'" I said imitating her voice. Becca scowled and mumbled something. I was going to ask what she said but the family was getting up.
"They're going," I hissed.
"Really? Thanks for that," Becca said with a fake smile at me. I scoffed and looked over at them, they where at the door. I got up and now I'm pulling Becca along with me to their car.
"This is like, you know, it's, like, almost illegal," She hissed at me, "You can't afford another 'mishap' with the law," She said. I really have no idea what she's on about, I really never did anything illegal. Except steal the enter sign from the library and throw some snow balls at busses. That's it. I gave her the middle finger and she gave me look that said, 'For me? Why thank you!' and pretended to take it and put it in her pocket.
"Please? This is so fun! And if it's not them, they could be runner ups, we could get them in Ripley's Believe It Or Not!" I said jumping up and down with her arm in my hand in a pleading way.
"Ok, Miss-I-Know-Everything, how do we follow them when they are in a car?" She said pretending to act casual by a red Ferrari so thefamily wouldn't suspect anything. I just smiled.
An hour of tailing them with a skateboard, and a lot of bickering from Becca, we arrived at their house. I looked around, there was no sign to say what street it was. And I didn't even know what city. Becca looked nervous and cold.
"How do we get back?" She said as we walked around the neighborhood wondering what to do next. I pondered this, we could always ask direction from a local diner. I shared this thought with her and she snorted.
"And get raped by the local cook? Don't think so," She said crossing her arms and looking around, "Is this a playground?" She said sitting on swing. All of a sudden the swing creaked and fell under her weight. I started snorting with laughter as I usually do and Becca took the 'middle finger out her pocket' and returned it. That made me laugh ever harder.
"I didn't realize I was that fat…" She said brushing herself off and stepping away from the swings eying them. I scoffed yet again.
"You're not fat, Bec, girls at school envy your figure," I said sitting on a swing carefully. Surprisingly it stayed put, "So, what are we gonna do now?" I said starting to swing a bit. Before Becca could answer we saw the boy come out of his house and start to walk, or, er, waddle over towards the swings. Becca and I exchanged looks of worry before starting to talk about the latest celebrity hook ups. We had to sound normal after all.
"Hey, there," He said slyly leaning on the swings. I looked him over. He did look awfully like-
"You might not want to lean on that, love, it might fall over," I said sweetly not looking at him. Becca looked at me like I was insane and looked at her feet.
"And you might want to mind you manners, before you get you and your friend get into trouble," He said spotting his friends walking over. Becca looked over at them wildly. I remained calm, and stopped my swing making a crunching noise in the gravel under me. As his friends drew nearer, I could make out their appearance. One of them was tall and stalky, with brown hair that pointed out. He had freckles and reminded me of a weasel. The other was short and muscly, his hair was blond and in a mushroom haircut. He looked like a gorilla. And the fattest one, who had spoken to us, looked like a pig.
"Hey, Big D…" Said the weasel one, then noticed us, "And who's this?" He said looking us over. I rolled my eyes and Becca scooted away, towards me.
"I, weasel, am J-…Kelly, and my dad is a cop so you better not try anything stupid," I spat. Well, of course I didn't use my real name.It was a lie, really, my mum died when I was around 3. My dad, I think, died a year before I was born. I was stuck with a foster family, and they said the orphanage didn't say anything about my parents. No information was found about them.
"Did you just call me a weasel," He said stepping forward. I almost fell off my swing but contained my composure. I mearly shrugged.
"Do you have any proof that she called you a weasel?" Becca piped up. I smiled at her and the boys looked dumb-founded.
"Aw, now see what you did, Becca? You've confused them! But I guess it doesn't take much to do that," I said sweetly twirling my hair. They clearly understood that, and the gorilla flexed his muscles. My eyes widened.
"You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" I said standing up and dragging Becca up with me. The fat boy snickered.
"Do you have proof your girls?" He said stepping forward more. I winced and Becca looked like a deer caught in headlights. I opened my mouth but nothing came out but a low gurgling sound. I closed it and looked at Becca who scooted behind me.
"Not picking on girls, are ya Dudikens? What would mummy think of you?" Said a voice from behind the fat boy. "Dudikens?" I thought faintly. He stepped out of the shadows and I felt myself loose feeling in my legs. My face hit the cool ground and I knew no more.