Disclaimer- Ok people. I don't own Trigun or whatever.
I'm so sad… I'm depressed and I'm afraid my mood might affect my writing… Well, that's ok, right? All right, last chapter… Any of you guys gonna miss me? I'm gonna miss me… But don't worry, I'm not dead. For a while, I wasn't as obsessed with Trigun as I used to be. But I'm getting back into it now. It might be a while before I write the sequel. I might not even write it. But tell me if you really want me to. It's almost been two years since I first saw Trigun. Why do people have to change? Why does life have to suck? I'm not gonna get all… "What's the point of life?" on you so don't worry. Here's the chapter. Have fun. Oh and this chapter is going to be in different points of view, because I feel like it. And I'm the writer so I can do what I want. BOO YA! Ahem… Yeah…
Chapter 10 Why don't you just make up your mind, already!
Heather's POV"Is this what being high feels like?" I whispered to myself looking at my surroundings. Everything was spinning around. The last thing I saw was Wolfwood and Millie kiss. Then came all the swirling colors. "I really don't want to go back home…" I muttered. "I guess it's too late now…" I wondered where everyone was. I looked to my side expecting to see Rachel. She wasn't there. "Maybe I'm lost. Maybe I won't come back home. Maybe I'll go into a different dimension like… the Inuyasha cartoon. The other Heather would like that." But before I knew it, the spiraling colors faded into the front of the school's multi-purpose room where we eat lunch. I looked around again and not seeing any of my friends, I ran into the building.
Chrissy's POV'My head hurts,' I thought to myself. "Where's Heather?" I asked everyone at our table.
"Who cares?" Stephanie snapped, rubbing her temples.
"I do, Stephanie! That's so mean!" I glared at her. 'She is so rude!' I looked around at everyone sitting at our table. They all seemed to be rubbing their heads in pain.
Rachel looked at me. "Guess who I slept with last night?" she asked.
I sighed. "Who?" This was an inside joke that Heather started when she first got her Vash poster. The first thing she said when she walked into the library was, 'Guess who I slept with last night?'
"I slept with all of you," Rachel said.
"What!" I exclaimed. Eric had this kinky look on his face. I shuddered.
Rachel laughed. "I had a dream with all of you in it." Danielle, Stephanie, Eric, and Andie all looked at Rachel. Dreams are very popular with our group. "We all touched Andie's Trigun DVD and all of the sudden, we were on Gunsmoke. The whole dream was about us traveling with Vash and them."
"Oh my gosh! I had the same dream!" said Andie.
"Me too," said Eric.
"Same here," Stephanie said.
"I did, too," I said.
"Yeah, so did I," said Danielle.
We all just looked at each other in silence. "Oh well," said Stephanie. "It doesn't matter. I bet some of us are lying anyway."
"But weirdly, I did bring my DVD for you guys to see it…" Andie mumbled. "That's a strange coincidence…"
"Yeah," Rachel agreed.
Rachel's POV"Ok! So who wants to see my Trigun DVD?" Andie asked us.
"I do!" I said along with everyone else. Oddly enough, I felt like I had already seen it before.
When Andie pulled the DVD out of her backpack, a bunch of sand spilled out.
"What's with the sand?" Stephanie asked. "What did you do? Take it to the beach?" She laughed at her own lame joke.
"No… I don't know what happened. It was fine when I put it in my backpack this morning."
"Whatever," Danielle brushed it aside. "Let's just see it."
"NO!" We all turned around.
Heather's POVI saw the sand come out of the DVD case and I instantly believed the thought I had tossing around in my mind. 'Going to Gunsmoke wasn't just a mere dream…' I thought to myself. 'It really happened! But if it really happened, then it can happen again!'
"NO!" I screamed and luckily got their attention (along with everyone else in the room). I ran as fast as I could toward our table. I kicked off from the ground and jumped over the table, succeeding in kicking the DVD out of Andie's hand and in the trash can that just happened to be behind our table. Unfortunately, I also fell into the trash along with the DVD. The trash spilled all over the floor.
"That was pretty smooth, Heather," Eric laughed.
"My Trigun DVD!" Andie exclaimed.
"Heather? Are you ok?" Rachel pulled me up and Chrissy brushed everyone's discarded lunch off of me as best as she could.
Danielle and Stephanie were pounding the table and pointing at me laughing their butts off. "I'm still alive…" I sighed. "But please thank me."
"For what?" Chrissy asked.
"Just thank me."
"Ok, thank you," said Rachel.
"Now, I'm just fine." I really didn't want to tell them anything about what happened. They wouldn't have believed me. I don't even think they remembered. If they did, they would have said something about it. "I don't have my backpack… Chrissy? Could I borrow your P.E. clothes?"
"Sure. Here," she handed them to me. It took me just a couple minutes to change into them and come back out to eat lunch. By then, the entire multi heard about what happened.
"So… Heather…" Andie glared at me. "About my DVD?"
"I'll pay for it! I promise!"
"Yes you will!"
I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Forrest standing behind me, blushing. I twitched. "What do you want, Treeboy?"
"I just wanted to say that-" he began.
"What!" I stood up quickly. "You like me? But oh no! You don't. You and your friends are just little assholes that want to hurt me and toy with my emotions. Oh don't get me wrong. I still like you… sort of. But I somehow hate you at the same time. How can you do something that rude? How can you lead me on like that? Forrest, just fuck off, die, and burn in the bowels of hell for all eternity! Capiche?" I flipped him off. He gawked at me and walked back to his friends. I sat back down. "That was fun!"
I glanced at Chrissy. She didn't seem to be too mad. I was expecting an 'I'm gonna murder you' glare. But all I got was an 'I'm gonna hurt you' glare. I guessed that was a good sign. "Sorry?" I said meekly.
"I forgive you," she smiled. "I'm only saying that because I didn't like Forrest that much. How did you get over him that fast?"
"I had a weird dream…"
"Not another one!" Danielle groaned.
Rachel laughed. We all looked at her. "What?" she asked. "I'm just thinking about David Boreanaz. He is in my bra, you know." Rachel suddenly had this curious look on her face. She looked under the table and screamed. "ELVIS?"
AN: Ok, this is only one of the endings. There are two more and I'm only going to use one of the endings for the sequel if I even write that. So yeah… Here is alternate ending #1:
I glanced at Chrissy. She didn't seem to be too mad. I was expecting an 'I'm gonna murder you' glare. But all I got was an 'I'm gonna hurt you' glare. I guessed that was a good sign. "Sorry?" I said meekly.
"I forgive you," she smiled. "I'm only saying that because I didn't like Forrest that much. How did you get over him that fast?"
"I had a weird dream…"
"Not another one!" Danielle groaned.
Rachel laughed. We all looked at her. "What?" she asked. "I'm just thinking about David Boreanaz. He is in my bra, you know." AN: Bla, bla, bla… This already happened… And now to the new stuff!
Danielle's POV'Why do I still sit at this table? I mean seriously! Heather is getting really annoying. Sometimes I just want to kill her! God!' I looked at Heather for a second in utter disgust. 'I can't wait until summer. I won't have to talk to her for three months of heaven.' She started humming to herself randomly. 'She so needs singing lessons…' I always had to be the one to tell Heather that she has a great voice. But she doesn't. In fact, she sounds like a hyena chocking on a rat! But no! I always have to lie just to make her feel better and I'm sick of it.'
"What is that song you're humming?" Rachel asked Heather.
"I don't know, but it's stuck in my head! And I friggen can't get it out!" Heather answered loudly in her high-pitched annoying voice.
"How does it go?" Rachel wondered. Then suddenly, Heather jumped onto the thankfully clear of our lunches table and started singing.
"This is the end,
of chapter ten.
I really hope,
We meet again!
This is the end of chapter ten! (of chapter ten)
I really hope we meet again!"
'Oh joy… Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all day… Damn Heather…' I cursed her.
"I had this one,
weird dream of us.
We rode with Vash,
In a bus!
I had this one weird dream of us!
We rode with Vash in a bus!"
She jumped off the table with a microphone that suddenly appeared in her hand, unfortunately. She skipped into the center of the multi and belted out loud enough to be heard in China:
"I want you all,
to see what I saw.
Because it was cool.
We had a ball!
I want you all to see what I saw,
Because it was cool! We had a ba-"
Andie's POV'Make her shut up. Make her shut up. Make her shut up. God why does she always have to do stuff like this? It's so stupid. She's an attention craver. That's for sure…' I rambled in my head hoping to drown out the sound of Heather's harmful singing voice.
"Heather! Shut up!" Stephanie half demanded half pleaded at the same time, fortunately silencing Heather's incessant noise. The silence didn't last very long… The whole room, with everyone in it, except for our table, joined into Heather's song.
"THIS IS THE END!
OF CHAPTER TEN!
I REALLY HOPE!
WE MEET AGAIN!
THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER TEN! (OF CHAPTER TEN)
I REALLY HOPE WE MEET AGAIN!"
And they sang it over and over and over and over…
AN: And that's the end of the second ending. Hee, hee… end of the ending… Yeah, I'm retarded. I know. Here's the third and last ending. It's weird because it starts out in the library in the next morning. Every morning our parents drop us off pretty early so they can get to work on time. We have to go to the library or the evil staff people will yell at us.
'Why, oh why can't my mom get a better job! Or at least one that starts later!' Heather yawned while dragging her backpack out of the car at 7:45am. "Mom? Do you have any money?" she asked the very stressed out looking woman in the driver's seat.
"I'm sorry, honey. I don't have any money," Heather's mom answered.
"Mom, you're such a liar. Let me see your purse."
"No, honey. I have to get to work."
"MOM! Please! I'm gonna starve to death!" Heather snatched the purse from her mother's tired hands. Not surprisingly, there was a five-dollar bill in the front pocket. Heather pulled it out and raised her eyebrows at her mom. "Liar…"
"Heather! I was going to use that for a mocha!" Heather's mom groaned.
"I'm sorry! My well being is more important than yours. I am the country's future you know." Heather grinned. "Love ya! Have a good day!" Then she shut the car door and went along her merry way. About four minutes later, Heather was sitting in the library in her comfort spot at her comfort table. The first to arrive was Rachel in her black shirt and black cargo pants and black Converse and black eyeliner and black backpack to top it off.
"What's up, Hearther? (Not a typo. Just a nickname.)" Rachel sat down across from her.
"Nothing much. I'm just as tired as hell. Yesterday was pretty hectic what with the song I sang in front of everyone and Elvis hitting on you and crap. Yeah… I didn't get much sleep."
Rachel laughed. "Elvis is so much hotter in person!"
"He's dead…" Heather rolled her eyes.
"Apparently not!" Rachel grinned. "Oh hey, Andie!" The tall brunette sat down next to Rachel and hit her head on the table. "What's wrong?"
"Math… Fail… Dad… very, very, very angry…" she mumbled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Andie." Heather patted the depressed girl's head. "I'll help you study if you want."
"Thanks, Heather. But every time I ask you for help you always snap at me…" Andie raised her eyebrows.
"Heh…" Heather scratched her neck innocently. "I did nothing…" She grinned.
"Don't worry, Andie. I'm failing math, too," said Rachel sympathetically.
"Yeah but you have an excuse! Evil Wilk is your teacher! I have Pajer! He's supposed to be simple. Heather has an A!"
"Andie…" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Heather's a nerd…"
"I resent that!" Heather pouted. "I'm not a nerd. I'm an art freak and proud of it!"
"Aw, I love you, Heather!" Rachel hugged her.
"Whatever." Andie sighed. "I don't care anyway. I have no excuse. I didn't even attempt to do my homework and this is what I get for it. Oh and Rachel? About that dream you told us about yesterday… I had it again."
"Me too!" Rachel freaked out. "What the heck?"
"Maybe it wasn't a dream…" Heather mumbled, looking down at the table.
Andie and Rachel looked at her, shocked at the sudden mood change. "You know something we don't know and I want to know." Andie smirked, knowingly.
Heather looked up into Andie's eyes. "I hate you…"
"I know!" Andie said proudly.
"Please just tell us, Heather. I don't want to beg." Rachel smiled.
"Fine. You're dreams aren't really dreams. They really happened." Heather loved the wide-eyed stares she was getting from her two friends. She continued, "What happened at lunch yesterday was me preventing your dreams from happening. If I hadn't kicked your DVD out of your hands, we would have been transported to Gunsmoke again."
"Heather, you are such a freak…" Andie shook her head. "Always making up stories like this…"
"Fine! Don't believe me," Heather huffed. "You watch! I'll prove it to you!" She didn't know how she would prove it… She just felt like being intimidating. And of course, with her best friends… she obviously didn't to a very good job. The whole subject was dropped…
…until today, that is… Today is the last day of school. 7 months later… Everything had been forgotten…
"Hey mom! Do you have any money?" Heather asked her mom right after getting out of the car.
"You know, Heather. I'm not even going to try." Heather's mom threw five dollars at her.
Heather smiled. "Thank you, mother of mine whom I love so much!" And she turned to walk away. When she got to the front of the two-story building, she had the sudden urge to look behind her… "NOOOOOOOO!"
Yeah I know… Pretty pathetic ending if you ask me… My goal is to make you want me to write a sequel this summer. It's only gonna be one chapter long. A really long chapter… But a funny long chapter! (:-D) So if you want me to at least try to write it, then please review. Please, please, please, please! It would make me a very happy girl. If you haven't told me already, I still want to know who your favorite character is. Thank you to all who reviewed! I love you all. If I could go on the internet… I would so answer your reviews. But sadly… my step dad and computer… they're both being retarded… Hope you all have a great summer! P.S. Forrest asked me out right after I finished this chapter so… we're gonna get together in the sequel. I know! (squeal!) Yeah, I really have liked him for three years. Hope you liked this chappie! Later!
PS: (written almost a year later) OK. Forrest and I aren't together anymore. I can't believe I waited this long to post this last chapter. You all probably hate me. I'm sorry I took so long. Danielle and I were in a fight when I wrote this chapter. That's why she's really mean to me. By the way, I'm not going to write a sequel unless I get five or more reviews telling me I should. Here I am, in high school, rereading this story laughing my ass off. I'm trying to finish a ton of my stories. Knowing me, that won't happen for another billion years. See you all then!