Disclaimer: I don't own the great Gatsby. Either F. Scott Fitzgerald does
or his copyright company. On second thought, I don't think he DOES own it.
It is my understanding that he is no longer living.
A/N: Er, chapter two! Yay! Nobody shoot me.
Chapter 2, Explanations
Nick looked over to where Angela stood at the edge of the pool a few feet away from the bushed. She was gazing down into the shallow area of the pool. The other was in the shadow of the house.
"What do you mean ask her? She was with me when it happened. Jay, have you gone mad?"
"No, Old Sport, no that one, the other one, with the longer hair." Gatsby slid off the raft, swimming over to the ladder and climbing out of the pool. As he made his way toward the two girls, followed by Nick, Angela dramatically turned away from the other girl.
"Oh why? My dear friend, why!? Oh so young and already pushed to the brink by the horrors of society! Pushed to commit murder of an innocent man! Oh, Lisa, why!?"
"Innocent man my eye!" shouted Lisa, glaring at Wilson's body in the pool. "That man was going to shoot Gatsby! Everyone knows that you can kill a Bishounen when he's at his sexiest!"
Upon hearing this, Jay became suddenly aware that he was without a shirt. He looked down and sighed. Why had he opted for the Speedo this time? "Old Sport, might I borrow your overcoat?" he asked of Nick. Nick looked from Gatsby to the girls, then to the corpse and promptly fainted.
Gatsby looked down at his friend and blinked. "Old Sport?" There was no response.
"Don't look at me," said Lisa. "Gun's empty." With that, she tossed it into the pool.
"I'll save you!" shouted Angela, running toward Jay and Nick.
"How?" asked Lisa skeptically. She followed Angela who knelt beside Nick. She looked up at Lisa and blinked. She shrugged and poked Nick. Lisa grinned evilly. "Why don't you give him mouth-to-mouth?" she suggested.
"Ewe! No!" Angela exclaimed, pushing Nick away from her. He rolled over into the pool and came back up, splashing and spluttering.
"That's one way to help." commented Lisa.
"Ewe! That's gross!" exclaimed Angela.
"What's wrong now?" asked Jay.
"What do you mean what's wrong? He's swimming in the blood water! Who knows what that guys had!?" This seemed to hit Nick as he looked over to the submerged body and quickly paddled over and climbed out of the pool.
"About that." said Gatsby, turning to Lisa. "Are you sure he was going to shoot me?"
"Unless he was aiming a gun at your back and nearly squeezing the trigger as a joke," replied Lisa flatly.
"Sorry to trouble you," said Nick, sounding almost annoyed. "But do you mind if we go inside? I'd like to dry off."
"Of course. I think it would be best to discuss this inside anyway," said Gatsby.
"What about him?" said Angela, pointing to the body.
"You wanna deal with him?" asked Lisa. Angela shook her head no and followed them all inside.
A/N: In case people didn't know, I am Angela and my best friend is Lisa. She will probably kill me for telling you all this, but it is only true. Um, I guess that's it. If anyone has any ideas, e-mail me at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far!
Chapter 2, Explanations
Nick looked over to where Angela stood at the edge of the pool a few feet away from the bushed. She was gazing down into the shallow area of the pool. The other was in the shadow of the house.
"What do you mean ask her? She was with me when it happened. Jay, have you gone mad?"
"No, Old Sport, no that one, the other one, with the longer hair." Gatsby slid off the raft, swimming over to the ladder and climbing out of the pool. As he made his way toward the two girls, followed by Nick, Angela dramatically turned away from the other girl.
"Oh why? My dear friend, why!? Oh so young and already pushed to the brink by the horrors of society! Pushed to commit murder of an innocent man! Oh, Lisa, why!?"
"Innocent man my eye!" shouted Lisa, glaring at Wilson's body in the pool. "That man was going to shoot Gatsby! Everyone knows that you can kill a Bishounen when he's at his sexiest!"
Upon hearing this, Jay became suddenly aware that he was without a shirt. He looked down and sighed. Why had he opted for the Speedo this time? "Old Sport, might I borrow your overcoat?" he asked of Nick. Nick looked from Gatsby to the girls, then to the corpse and promptly fainted.
Gatsby looked down at his friend and blinked. "Old Sport?" There was no response.
"Don't look at me," said Lisa. "Gun's empty." With that, she tossed it into the pool.
"I'll save you!" shouted Angela, running toward Jay and Nick.
"How?" asked Lisa skeptically. She followed Angela who knelt beside Nick. She looked up at Lisa and blinked. She shrugged and poked Nick. Lisa grinned evilly. "Why don't you give him mouth-to-mouth?" she suggested.
"Ewe! No!" Angela exclaimed, pushing Nick away from her. He rolled over into the pool and came back up, splashing and spluttering.
"That's one way to help." commented Lisa.
"Ewe! That's gross!" exclaimed Angela.
"What's wrong now?" asked Jay.
"What do you mean what's wrong? He's swimming in the blood water! Who knows what that guys had!?" This seemed to hit Nick as he looked over to the submerged body and quickly paddled over and climbed out of the pool.
"About that." said Gatsby, turning to Lisa. "Are you sure he was going to shoot me?"
"Unless he was aiming a gun at your back and nearly squeezing the trigger as a joke," replied Lisa flatly.
"Sorry to trouble you," said Nick, sounding almost annoyed. "But do you mind if we go inside? I'd like to dry off."
"Of course. I think it would be best to discuss this inside anyway," said Gatsby.
"What about him?" said Angela, pointing to the body.
"You wanna deal with him?" asked Lisa. Angela shook her head no and followed them all inside.
A/N: In case people didn't know, I am Angela and my best friend is Lisa. She will probably kill me for telling you all this, but it is only true. Um, I guess that's it. If anyone has any ideas, e-mail me at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far!