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: I tried to leave some time for reviewing between chapters 3 and 4,
but nobody reviewed. Nobody EVER reviews! sob
Chapter 4, Home, But...
"Ugh..." moaned Lisa. She brought a hand to her head and slowly opened her eyes. She was struck by the image of her room, upsidedown. She shifted a little, looking around her. She was in a heap of bodies, in the middle. Angela was on top of her and two guys, whom she assumed were Nick and Jay, were underneath. As she shifted, Angela woke.
"Huh...?" she did the same as Lisa, looking around and squirming. In doing so, she elbowed Lisa in the back.
"Ow! Hey!" Lisa yelped. "Y'mind gettin' offa me?" As Lisa squirmed, trying to get Angela off of her, the two guys under her woke up. Angela rolled off of Lisa, hitting the floor with a loud thud. She came face-to- face with a seventeen year old boy and screamed.
Lisa rolled off the top of the heap and found herself face-to-face with another seventeen year old boy. She didn't scream, but instead shoved violently at the boy in front of her. Angela did the same, causing the two boys so slam backs with one another. Angela and Lisa stood up nex to eachother and glared down at the boys.
"Lisa... Are those your brother's friends? They're kinda... Older," said Angela, still shaking some.
"No, I'd know if they were Erik's friends," replied Lisa, then directed down at them, "So who the hell are you and why are you in my room?" She was pretty angry.
The two looks up at her, confused looks on their faces. "Perhaps they've forgotten?" suggested one of them to the other.
The other boy nodded. "Or perhaps they hit their heads too hard. That was one hell of a crash."
Both of them got up, staring at the girls. The girls stared back defiantly.
"Lisa... They kinda look... Farmiliar... Don't they?" asked Angela.
"Kinda..." Lisa admitted reluctantly. Angela's face suddenly brightened and she threw herself at one of the boys, tackle-hugging him. The boy fell back a little, but managed to keep his feet only because he was leaning against the wall. "What are you doing!?" demanded Lisa.
"It's them!" said Angela happily.
"Who?" asked Lisa.
"It's Nick and Jay! They came back with us! It worked!"
"Well... Sort of..." said Lisa. Angela let go of a thoroughly confused Nick and stepped back, studying him.
"Funny, I don't remember you being that young," said Angela. "I was sure you were out of high school..."
"I hate to say it, Old Sport, but she's right... You are younger looking."
"So're you," said Lisa. Gatsby glanced in the mirror on the wall and nodded.
"Oh, ah, yes, so I am..."
"But why?" asked Nick.
"Dunno," said Angela.
"Yeah, me neither," agreed Lisa. "We've been inside lots of books, but never brought someone else out with us."
"What do you mean been inside books?" asked Nick. He was getting very confused and more than a little frustrated.
"This one!" said Angela, holding up a book titled The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Gatsby took the book, thumbing through it and reading certain passages to himself.
"But... This is about me!" he marveled. He read another passege and his eyes widened. "But it's told by you," he said, pointing to Nick.
"Let me see that!" Nick demanded, taking the book from Gatsby. He thumbed through some as well. "You're right..." he said wonderingly.
"What time is it?" whined Angela. "I'm hungry!"
Lisa glanced at the clock. "It's midnight," she said. "Nobody's home, so we have the run of the house."
"Midnight!? We've been gone for six hours!" Angela exclaimed. Lisa nodded.
"Well, maybe their world runs slower than ours. Maybe that has something to do witht he fact that they're only seventeend," said Lisa. She made her way to the bedroom door. "Come on, let's make some dinner." She left for the kitchen and everyone else followed.
A/N: YAY! Go chapter 4! Teehee! If you are still reading, sometime before chapter 8 or nine would be a good time to run away screaming. But please don't go before you review! Does anyone even read these things? I don't ever see many reviews on any Gatsby stories, but there sure are a lot of authors... GATSBY AUTHORS! UNITE!! Um, yeah, sorry... I guess that's it. If anyone has any ideas, e-mail me at jupitergurl02hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far!
Chapter 4, Home, But...
"Ugh..." moaned Lisa. She brought a hand to her head and slowly opened her eyes. She was struck by the image of her room, upsidedown. She shifted a little, looking around her. She was in a heap of bodies, in the middle. Angela was on top of her and two guys, whom she assumed were Nick and Jay, were underneath. As she shifted, Angela woke.
"Huh...?" she did the same as Lisa, looking around and squirming. In doing so, she elbowed Lisa in the back.
"Ow! Hey!" Lisa yelped. "Y'mind gettin' offa me?" As Lisa squirmed, trying to get Angela off of her, the two guys under her woke up. Angela rolled off of Lisa, hitting the floor with a loud thud. She came face-to- face with a seventeen year old boy and screamed.
Lisa rolled off the top of the heap and found herself face-to-face with another seventeen year old boy. She didn't scream, but instead shoved violently at the boy in front of her. Angela did the same, causing the two boys so slam backs with one another. Angela and Lisa stood up nex to eachother and glared down at the boys.
"Lisa... Are those your brother's friends? They're kinda... Older," said Angela, still shaking some.
"No, I'd know if they were Erik's friends," replied Lisa, then directed down at them, "So who the hell are you and why are you in my room?" She was pretty angry.
The two looks up at her, confused looks on their faces. "Perhaps they've forgotten?" suggested one of them to the other.
The other boy nodded. "Or perhaps they hit their heads too hard. That was one hell of a crash."
Both of them got up, staring at the girls. The girls stared back defiantly.
"Lisa... They kinda look... Farmiliar... Don't they?" asked Angela.
"Kinda..." Lisa admitted reluctantly. Angela's face suddenly brightened and she threw herself at one of the boys, tackle-hugging him. The boy fell back a little, but managed to keep his feet only because he was leaning against the wall. "What are you doing!?" demanded Lisa.
"It's them!" said Angela happily.
"Who?" asked Lisa.
"It's Nick and Jay! They came back with us! It worked!"
"Well... Sort of..." said Lisa. Angela let go of a thoroughly confused Nick and stepped back, studying him.
"Funny, I don't remember you being that young," said Angela. "I was sure you were out of high school..."
"I hate to say it, Old Sport, but she's right... You are younger looking."
"So're you," said Lisa. Gatsby glanced in the mirror on the wall and nodded.
"Oh, ah, yes, so I am..."
"But why?" asked Nick.
"Dunno," said Angela.
"Yeah, me neither," agreed Lisa. "We've been inside lots of books, but never brought someone else out with us."
"What do you mean been inside books?" asked Nick. He was getting very confused and more than a little frustrated.
"This one!" said Angela, holding up a book titled The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Gatsby took the book, thumbing through it and reading certain passages to himself.
"But... This is about me!" he marveled. He read another passege and his eyes widened. "But it's told by you," he said, pointing to Nick.
"Let me see that!" Nick demanded, taking the book from Gatsby. He thumbed through some as well. "You're right..." he said wonderingly.
"What time is it?" whined Angela. "I'm hungry!"
Lisa glanced at the clock. "It's midnight," she said. "Nobody's home, so we have the run of the house."
"Midnight!? We've been gone for six hours!" Angela exclaimed. Lisa nodded.
"Well, maybe their world runs slower than ours. Maybe that has something to do witht he fact that they're only seventeend," said Lisa. She made her way to the bedroom door. "Come on, let's make some dinner." She left for the kitchen and everyone else followed.
A/N: YAY! Go chapter 4! Teehee! If you are still reading, sometime before chapter 8 or nine would be a good time to run away screaming. But please don't go before you review! Does anyone even read these things? I don't ever see many reviews on any Gatsby stories, but there sure are a lot of authors... GATSBY AUTHORS! UNITE!! Um, yeah, sorry... I guess that's it. If anyone has any ideas, e-mail me at jupitergurl02hotmail.com and thank you all for reading this far!