AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter was inspired by my mother. Every year after we go trick-or-treating we always give her or my dad the candies we don't like, which usually always contain Almond Joys. I like the Joy part, but I never eat the Almond. Anyway, she has the candy, then goes around for days singing, "Almond Joys have nuts, Mounds don't. Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't."
So that's what I was thinking about when I wrote this chapter, so, heh heh, you'll see that in here.
Catchy tune, really.
"Almond joys have nuts, Mounds don't."
GROAN. Thanks a lot, Mom.
DISCLAIMER: Sigh. Sadly, I do not own LOST, Charlie, or any of the other great wonders someone very intelligent has created.
-NICE GUYS FINISH LAST-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER TWO-
Monday, 30th September
10:30 am
Well.
After spending two days out in the jungle acting heroic, Jack has finally allowed the rest of us normal people to go down into the hatch and see what's down there that's got everybody all hyped up.
And let me tell you- I CAN'T BELIEVE WE WAITED THIS LONG TO GO DOWN THERE!
There is food, running water, electricity-
(And a record player, but that's besides the point.)
Jack told me that some guy named Desmond lived down here, then he told some cock-and-bull story about how we have to push a button every one hundred eight minutes or we'll all explode or something.
Whacked out. I said that, and then Jack just rolled his eyes and nodded.
So finally, we see eye-to-eye on something.
Anyway, John gave us all this big speech about how we're going to have to take turns pressing the button. See, every 104 minutes, this alarm sounds, then you have to enter the code into this computer and press execute, then the timer goes back to 108. Supposedly that's what this Desmond character did before he up and left.
That's right. He just up and left. Took off. Ran as far as he could. We're not sure where he is now.
So now I'm sitting down here, since it's my shift. Pretty boring, waiting down here for one hundred eight minutes to press a button.
Oops, there's the timer. Gotta enter the code.
Monday, 30th September
11:15 am
Now I'm off Doomsday Button Duty (so called by Hurley) and on Turnip Head Duty (also called by Hurley). He's asleep, so I'm writing this. Apparently week five of heroin withdrawal gives me the feeling of having ADHD and makes it impossible to sit still.
Trust me. I'd know.
With turnip head right by my side
... la la la... something about run and hide.
Ugh. No.
I've tested positive for ADHD...
Please. That would never sell.
ADHD positive...
CHARLIE! WHERE IS YOUR BRAIN TODAY?
Monday, 30th September (still)
10:30 pm
You know, considering that the Beatles got away with writing about a Yellow Submarine, why can't I write ONE BLOODY SONG ABOUT HER?
She makes me feel like it's raining...
Ho hum, it's been done before.
Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Candy bar jingle. Heh heh heh.
You're on a roll, Pace.
A/N: Short chapter, sorry 'bout that, but I'm pretty swamped at the moment. I finished Poprocks and Coke, I just have to post it all... I also have to update Holiday before Allison kills me (typing and posting is my job, heh.), memorize my lines AND a piece for piano, I've got enough homework to last me for about a month, AND I still have to finish my article.
So yeah. Don't expect another post for a while.
Also, I can only go online on Wednesday afternoons or Saturday mornings (most of the time), during seventh period, and Thursdays after school during Newspaper. Hopefully I will update all my stories tomorrow at school and get that done for a while.
Plus, that stupid article.
:Sigh:. I should have waited with this story, I know, but I couldn't help it.
Inspiration comes at the worst times sometimes.