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... and soon... it shall be
MINE! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
A/N: yay! Finally got around to typing up chapter 3. If you've made it this far, I don't think you have any right to hurt me. You've come here by choice!
Chapter 3, Escape
The group went to Gatsby's kitchen.
"I'm going to go clean up," said Nick.
"Alright, Old Sport," said Jay, leading him to the bathroom.
Angela quickly turned quickly to face Lisa. "This is so great!" she said happily.
"I know!" agreed Lisa.
"Good thing you were in time!" said Angela.
"Yeah, I know. Good job getting Nick to come, too!" said Lisa. Angela blinked. "It WAS your plan to bring him here, right?"
"Uh, sure!" replied Angela, laughing nervously as Gatsby walked back into the kitchen.
"Angela..."
"Eep!"
"WHY were you with Nick..?"
"Uh, well, Mom likes the Great Gatsby?"
"No she doesn't."
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm THAT great," said Jay, smiling smugly as he sat down again.
"No, stupid, the book," said Angela.
"Hey! Don't call my Bishounen stupid!" said Lisa.
"A book?" asked Gatsby, confused.
"Sorry." Angela said to Lisa.
"What do you mean a book?" asked Gatsby again.
"THE book," said Lisa seriously.
"YOUR book!" said Angela happily.
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Nick, walking back to the group. He sat down next to Angela and she scooted her chair away a little, blushing some. Lisa raised an eyebrow, but Gatsby interrupted her.
"What do you mean MY book? I have a book? Entirely about ME? Well, I'm sure I'm SOMEBODY'S hero, but they really wrote a book about me? Tell me; is it a very god book? Does it go deep into my past and all that? Oh, I wonder if Daisy's read it!" he smiled, very pleased with himself.
"Wow, Lisa, your bishi sure is conceited," commented Angela.
"Yeah... you're being a jerk!" said Lisa, further outraged by Gatsby's mention of Daisy. "You REALLY need to get over yourself, Jay. Seriously." Gatsby blinked and looked from Lisa to Nick.
"Sorry, but she has a point," said Nick. Gatsby narrowed his eyes a bit, turning back to Lisa.
"Say, what right do you have to tell ME what to do?" he demanded.
"Okay, yeah, if not for me, you'd be sunk at the bottom of your pool with two bullet holes in your back," said Lisa hotly.
"Fair enough," said Gatsby with a shrug.
"So... what's all this stuff about a book?" asked Nick.
Angela hesitated, squirming a little when Nick talked. She seemed to be concentrating really hard on the table. Lisa looked at her and grinned knowing. She smiled even bigger when she saw Angela blush.
"Something you'd like to TELL me, Angela?" Lisa asked happily. Angela squeaked.
"No!"
"Are you SURE...?"
"Yep, definitely sure, no problems here! Definitely nothing to say!" Angela said, more high-pitched and squeaky than normal. Before Lisa could say anything else, the sound of sirens interrupted the conversation. "Crap! The police are here!" Angela yelped.
"What? Why?" asked Gatsby. Everyone turned to the door to the back patio.
"Well, we DID leave a dead guy in the pool," commented Nick.
"Uh, and a gun," said Lisa, sweatdropping.
"Should we go out and get it?" asked Angela.
"I think it's a bit late for that," said Nick.
"Well, we'll just have to take you guys home with us," said Lisa.
"Wasn't that the plan all alo-OW!" yelped Angela as Lisa kicked her under the table.
"Why should we go to your house?" asked Nick. "You're the one who shot him."
"Yeah, well he was trying to shoot HIM!" said Angela, pointing at Gatsby and acting for all the world like a first grader.
"Plus the police are at your house, the gun's in your pool, as is the body, and possession is nine tenths of the law," added Lisa. Gatsby nodded and sighed.
"She's right, Old Sport," he said, standing. Nick, Lisa, and Angela stood, too. "Lead the way,"
There was a knock at the door and they all jumped. "Not that way," said Lisa. "Should we get rid of them first?" asked Nick. "No time!" said Angela. She went to the back door and everyone else followed. She looked out the window and saw the policeman in the bushes headed for the body in the pool she gulped. "No good going out that way... Lisa! We can't go to jail in another dimension!" she exclaimed.
"We'll go out the garage, then," said Gatsby. They all followed him and got in the car, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Lisa?" "Shh." Said Lisa as Gatsby started the car. "But Lisa?" "Hush, you two! Who knows how many cops there are crawling around this place," said Nick. Gatsby nodded, opening the garage door. "Buckle up, everyone!" he warned. Everyone buckled just as two officers came around each side of the garage. "Hold on!" said Gatsby, slamming his foot down on the gas. They flew down the street, Lisa and Angela yelling out directions. Before long, they all heard sirens. "Oh no!" said Lisa. Angela whined. "Don't worry," said Gatsby. "This thing isn't just for looks!" he pushed the gas pedal to the floor. "Wow!" said Angela. "I can barely drive an automatic!" "They're GAINING on us!" said Lisa, looking out the back window. "Which way?" asked Nick. "Right!" yelled Angela. "Left!" said Lisa. Gatsby didn't turn and they smashed into a building. His car's front end was completely crushed. The police got out of their cars, guns at the ready. One went around each side of the mangled vehicle while the others stayed back by the police cars, their guns aimed just in case. As the one on the driver's side opened the door, calling for the driver to put his hands up, the other pulled open the passenger door. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks. There were no people left in the car.
A/N: Oooooh, cliffhanger. I guess that's it for now. If anyone has any comments ideas, either put them in a review, or e-mail me at jupitergurl02hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far! Beware, it only gets worse from here on in.
A/N: yay! Finally got around to typing up chapter 3. If you've made it this far, I don't think you have any right to hurt me. You've come here by choice!
Chapter 3, Escape
The group went to Gatsby's kitchen.
"I'm going to go clean up," said Nick.
"Alright, Old Sport," said Jay, leading him to the bathroom.
Angela quickly turned quickly to face Lisa. "This is so great!" she said happily.
"I know!" agreed Lisa.
"Good thing you were in time!" said Angela.
"Yeah, I know. Good job getting Nick to come, too!" said Lisa. Angela blinked. "It WAS your plan to bring him here, right?"
"Uh, sure!" replied Angela, laughing nervously as Gatsby walked back into the kitchen.
"Angela..."
"Eep!"
"WHY were you with Nick..?"
"Uh, well, Mom likes the Great Gatsby?"
"No she doesn't."
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm THAT great," said Jay, smiling smugly as he sat down again.
"No, stupid, the book," said Angela.
"Hey! Don't call my Bishounen stupid!" said Lisa.
"A book?" asked Gatsby, confused.
"Sorry." Angela said to Lisa.
"What do you mean a book?" asked Gatsby again.
"THE book," said Lisa seriously.
"YOUR book!" said Angela happily.
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Nick, walking back to the group. He sat down next to Angela and she scooted her chair away a little, blushing some. Lisa raised an eyebrow, but Gatsby interrupted her.
"What do you mean MY book? I have a book? Entirely about ME? Well, I'm sure I'm SOMEBODY'S hero, but they really wrote a book about me? Tell me; is it a very god book? Does it go deep into my past and all that? Oh, I wonder if Daisy's read it!" he smiled, very pleased with himself.
"Wow, Lisa, your bishi sure is conceited," commented Angela.
"Yeah... you're being a jerk!" said Lisa, further outraged by Gatsby's mention of Daisy. "You REALLY need to get over yourself, Jay. Seriously." Gatsby blinked and looked from Lisa to Nick.
"Sorry, but she has a point," said Nick. Gatsby narrowed his eyes a bit, turning back to Lisa.
"Say, what right do you have to tell ME what to do?" he demanded.
"Okay, yeah, if not for me, you'd be sunk at the bottom of your pool with two bullet holes in your back," said Lisa hotly.
"Fair enough," said Gatsby with a shrug.
"So... what's all this stuff about a book?" asked Nick.
Angela hesitated, squirming a little when Nick talked. She seemed to be concentrating really hard on the table. Lisa looked at her and grinned knowing. She smiled even bigger when she saw Angela blush.
"Something you'd like to TELL me, Angela?" Lisa asked happily. Angela squeaked.
"No!"
"Are you SURE...?"
"Yep, definitely sure, no problems here! Definitely nothing to say!" Angela said, more high-pitched and squeaky than normal. Before Lisa could say anything else, the sound of sirens interrupted the conversation. "Crap! The police are here!" Angela yelped.
"What? Why?" asked Gatsby. Everyone turned to the door to the back patio.
"Well, we DID leave a dead guy in the pool," commented Nick.
"Uh, and a gun," said Lisa, sweatdropping.
"Should we go out and get it?" asked Angela.
"I think it's a bit late for that," said Nick.
"Well, we'll just have to take you guys home with us," said Lisa.
"Wasn't that the plan all alo-OW!" yelped Angela as Lisa kicked her under the table.
"Why should we go to your house?" asked Nick. "You're the one who shot him."
"Yeah, well he was trying to shoot HIM!" said Angela, pointing at Gatsby and acting for all the world like a first grader.
"Plus the police are at your house, the gun's in your pool, as is the body, and possession is nine tenths of the law," added Lisa. Gatsby nodded and sighed.
"She's right, Old Sport," he said, standing. Nick, Lisa, and Angela stood, too. "Lead the way,"
There was a knock at the door and they all jumped. "Not that way," said Lisa. "Should we get rid of them first?" asked Nick. "No time!" said Angela. She went to the back door and everyone else followed. She looked out the window and saw the policeman in the bushes headed for the body in the pool she gulped. "No good going out that way... Lisa! We can't go to jail in another dimension!" she exclaimed.
"We'll go out the garage, then," said Gatsby. They all followed him and got in the car, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Lisa?" "Shh." Said Lisa as Gatsby started the car. "But Lisa?" "Hush, you two! Who knows how many cops there are crawling around this place," said Nick. Gatsby nodded, opening the garage door. "Buckle up, everyone!" he warned. Everyone buckled just as two officers came around each side of the garage. "Hold on!" said Gatsby, slamming his foot down on the gas. They flew down the street, Lisa and Angela yelling out directions. Before long, they all heard sirens. "Oh no!" said Lisa. Angela whined. "Don't worry," said Gatsby. "This thing isn't just for looks!" he pushed the gas pedal to the floor. "Wow!" said Angela. "I can barely drive an automatic!" "They're GAINING on us!" said Lisa, looking out the back window. "Which way?" asked Nick. "Right!" yelled Angela. "Left!" said Lisa. Gatsby didn't turn and they smashed into a building. His car's front end was completely crushed. The police got out of their cars, guns at the ready. One went around each side of the mangled vehicle while the others stayed back by the police cars, their guns aimed just in case. As the one on the driver's side opened the door, calling for the driver to put his hands up, the other pulled open the passenger door. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks. There were no people left in the car.
A/N: Oooooh, cliffhanger. I guess that's it for now. If anyone has any comments ideas, either put them in a review, or e-mail me at jupitergurl02hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far! Beware, it only gets worse from here on in.