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Disclaimer: (I thought I should start doing these so I don't get sued or anything...unlikely...but just incase) I own everyone in this chapter except Jolene aka Leggy...she is a real person – Blondie 03 – check out her story 'Anywhere But Here' – I'm in it :) Weeeeeeee!
Author's Note(s): Hi-De-Ho to all my readers! ::throws out Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figures to CiCi, Odd Girl In Band Shirts and dissolved starr:: CiCi, why you need three I will never know, but I can't complain because I have a whole box to myself ::grins:: Once again this is in Bunny's POV.
And without further ado I give to you, chappie three:
ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!!
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"So, these friends of his, are they good looking?" Leggy had been excitedly asking questions (mainly about the men in Castle Rock) as I helped her pack some of her belongings.
"Yes," I answered tiredly while throwing the contents of her drawers into the suitcase. I then noticed that Leggy had stopped packing and had started to search for something under her bed, where the suitcase was hidden under a mountain of clothes.
"Are any of them single?" She asked eagerly from under the bed, her skinny legs poking out.
"The last time I talked to Sophie was last week and she said that Fuzzy and Vince were single." Had I forgotten to mention that I had stayed in touch with dear Sophie? Well...Sophie was nearing the end of her pregnancy, she and Eyeball had moved into Aurora's house, much to her parent's disapproval (Aurora's not Sophie's). I occasionally talked to Aurora, but her voice sounded even whinier on the phone. I had never asked about Ace or if he was seeing anyone, I couldn't bear to think of him with anyone else.
Just then, something came in contact with my face, something cotton and small, I reached up and pulled the attacker from my face. It was underwear, scarily small underwear.
"They're my get lucky undies," Leggy explained as I continued to examine the infinitesimal (wooo...big word!) garment. They were in leopard print as well. Oh dear.
"Where's the rest of it?" I joked as I through them down onto the suitcase.
Leggy scoffed as she moved towards her desk and began to write something. I looked at the suitcase and tried to squash some of the clothes down by sitting on them.
I asked Leggy what she was doing and she replied with, "I'm writing a note for my 'rents." Ah, that's Leggy, always thinking ahead. I suppose I should go pack and tell mom and Philipio that I was abandoning them.
I snuck a sneak peak at Leggy's unfinished farewell note before I left to pack, it was nearing two pieces of paper.
I got to the apartment with burnt feet, the beach had been even hotter and I had to, yet again, run like a lizard on water.
I noticed that mom and Philipio were nowhere to be seen, I shrugged and walked to my bedroom to pack. It took me ten minutes to pack the essentials; money, toothbrush, toothpaste, underwear, jeans, trousers, shorts, t-shirts, vests, bikini, make-up, shoes, trainers, socks, jacket, sunglasses, and jewelry. Compared to Leggy, I seemed like a light traveler.
I dragged my suitcase into the kitchen and wrote a good-bye note:
'Going to stay at Dad's for a while, call you when I get there. Smell 'ya later!'
A car horn beeped outside and I heaved my suitcase downstairs. Well, I tried to heave it down the stairs but I lost my grip halfway down and the suitcase sort of tumbled down the stairs and knocked over an old lady...and her dog...
When I got to the front entrance (after running like hell away from the injured old lady) I saw Leggy in her step-dad's pride and joy; a pink Thunderbird convertible with gray leather seats.
"We travel to Oregon in style!" She declared from the front seat, wearing ridiculously large sunglasses that hid half her face and a head scarf. Dear sweet, baby Jesus.
#Two hours later#
Me and Leggy had become hopelessly bored on our 'adventure', we had played eye-spy for too long, after a while you could kind of guess what was pink and gray quite easily.
Leggy was now singing along to the radio, which is one of the most entertaining things I have ever seen. Don't get me wrong, Leggy had a beautiful singing voice, she was once in the school choir, but every time she opened her mouth, flies would enter and she'd start sputtering. Which was extremely amusing.
I spotted a diner and garage on Route...whatever route we were on...Leggy pulled up to one of the gas attendants, whom she immediately started flirting with.
I stepped out of the car and stretched my legs, walked up and down the side of the car and then made my way to the diner. Leggy was still flirting and giggling with the gas attendant who was wearing a cowboy hat (the gas attendant not Leggy, she's wearing a head scarf and big sunglasses, remember?)
I toddled into the diner, checkered floor, white walls and red leather booths, not many people were actually in the diner, an old man in one corner and a waitress in the other. There was a jukebox on the other side, which I casually passed on my way to a secluded booth.
As soon as I sat down in the booth the waitress came over, "What can I get you, hun?" She was, in a word, shiny; gold jewelry covered her wrists, neck and ears. She had a very large blonde bouffant which made her look almost six and a half feet tall.
"Er...I'll just have a coffee and some pancakes." I said, mesmerized by the gigantic blonde bouffant on her head.
"Coming right up, hun." And with that she plodded away out of sight.
Leggy than decided to grace me and the old man with her presence, she flounced in with her sunglasses on her head and the headscarf around her neck. She slid into the booth, sitting opposite to me. We began a merry conversation...in pig latin...
"Atwhay appenedhay ithway ethay owboycay?" I asked.
"Ehay ashay edray airhay! Iway ovelay edray airhay!"
"Okayway, atwhay appenedhay?"
"Iway onday'tay owknay, ehay asway Ottishscay, Iway ouldncay'tay understandway away ingthay ehay aidsay."
"Utbay ouyay'evay eenbay alkingtay otay imhay orfay aboutway ivefay, entay inutesmay."
"Iway ustjay iledsmay andway oddednay away otlay."
I looked at her with a dumb expression on my face as the shiny bouffant waitress came back with my pancakes and coffee.
"Would your friend like anything, hun?" She asked, turning to Leggy.
"I'll just have a coffee, thanks." Leggy replied.
Leggy eyed my pancakes with a greedy glare as I began to eat them. Shiny Bouffant waitress came back with Leggy's coffee and decided to top mine up, even though I hadn't touched it yet...strange, very strange.
"Can I have some pancakes?" Leggy asked me as the shiny bouffant waitress walked away.
"No." I replied simply.
I looked up as I shoveled in another bite to see Leggy giving me... THE ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!!
#to be continued...#
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Author's Note(s): ::screams like a horny banshee:: um...okay...I'm pretty wired for no real reason, but it does explain THE ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!! and the pig latin, which reminds me, translations ahoy!:
Atwhay appenedhay ithway ethay owboycay? = What happened with the cowboy?
Ehay ashay edray airhay! Iway ovelay edray airhay! = He has red hair! I love red hair!
Okayway, atwhay appenedhay? = Okay, what happened?
Iway onday'tay owknay, ehay asway Ottishscay, Iway ouldncay'tay understandway away ingthay ehay aidsay. = I don't know, he was Scottish, I couldn't understand a thing he said.
Utbay ouyay'evay eenbay alkingtay otay imhay orfay aboutway ivefay, entay inutesmay. = But you've been talking to him for about five, ten minutes.
Iway ustjay iledsmay andway oddednay away otlay. = I just smiled and nodded a lot.
I just realized this, dissolved starr...I just checked out your profile and your two 'Lost Boys' stories...I read them on adultfanficy!! About a month ago! You're her and she's you! I love your stories, they are soooo good! I wanted to read you're Fast and Furious fic but I haven't seen the movie...I know I live under a rock...with my box of Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figures, Shirtless Orlando Bloom Poster, riding crop and a flatulent chipmunk called Gary...
And for those of you that are going to get pissy because I'm fourteen and I've been on adultfanficy...bugger off, I mean, I don't care if I'm underage, if there's a chance for me to see David from 'Lost Boys' get his freak on then I am so there!
But onto a more interesting subject i.e. me, I now have a boyfriend! Huzzah! And my hair is temporarily purple! Huzzah!
I do still need a title suggestion or something better than Guardian Angel 2...if you do I'll give you a Orlando Bloom Action Figure...with removable clothes...also, do you think I should change it to humor instead of drama?
Pip Pip my lovelies!! ::break dances away::
Disclaimer: (I thought I should start doing these so I don't get sued or anything...unlikely...but just incase) I own everyone in this chapter except Jolene aka Leggy...she is a real person – Blondie 03 – check out her story 'Anywhere But Here' – I'm in it :) Weeeeeeee!
Author's Note(s): Hi-De-Ho to all my readers! ::throws out Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figures to CiCi, Odd Girl In Band Shirts and dissolved starr:: CiCi, why you need three I will never know, but I can't complain because I have a whole box to myself ::grins:: Once again this is in Bunny's POV.
And without further ado I give to you, chappie three:
ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!!
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"So, these friends of his, are they good looking?" Leggy had been excitedly asking questions (mainly about the men in Castle Rock) as I helped her pack some of her belongings.
"Yes," I answered tiredly while throwing the contents of her drawers into the suitcase. I then noticed that Leggy had stopped packing and had started to search for something under her bed, where the suitcase was hidden under a mountain of clothes.
"Are any of them single?" She asked eagerly from under the bed, her skinny legs poking out.
"The last time I talked to Sophie was last week and she said that Fuzzy and Vince were single." Had I forgotten to mention that I had stayed in touch with dear Sophie? Well...Sophie was nearing the end of her pregnancy, she and Eyeball had moved into Aurora's house, much to her parent's disapproval (Aurora's not Sophie's). I occasionally talked to Aurora, but her voice sounded even whinier on the phone. I had never asked about Ace or if he was seeing anyone, I couldn't bear to think of him with anyone else.
Just then, something came in contact with my face, something cotton and small, I reached up and pulled the attacker from my face. It was underwear, scarily small underwear.
"They're my get lucky undies," Leggy explained as I continued to examine the infinitesimal (wooo...big word!) garment. They were in leopard print as well. Oh dear.
"Where's the rest of it?" I joked as I through them down onto the suitcase.
Leggy scoffed as she moved towards her desk and began to write something. I looked at the suitcase and tried to squash some of the clothes down by sitting on them.
I asked Leggy what she was doing and she replied with, "I'm writing a note for my 'rents." Ah, that's Leggy, always thinking ahead. I suppose I should go pack and tell mom and Philipio that I was abandoning them.
I snuck a sneak peak at Leggy's unfinished farewell note before I left to pack, it was nearing two pieces of paper.
I got to the apartment with burnt feet, the beach had been even hotter and I had to, yet again, run like a lizard on water.
I noticed that mom and Philipio were nowhere to be seen, I shrugged and walked to my bedroom to pack. It took me ten minutes to pack the essentials; money, toothbrush, toothpaste, underwear, jeans, trousers, shorts, t-shirts, vests, bikini, make-up, shoes, trainers, socks, jacket, sunglasses, and jewelry. Compared to Leggy, I seemed like a light traveler.
I dragged my suitcase into the kitchen and wrote a good-bye note:
'Going to stay at Dad's for a while, call you when I get there. Smell 'ya later!'
A car horn beeped outside and I heaved my suitcase downstairs. Well, I tried to heave it down the stairs but I lost my grip halfway down and the suitcase sort of tumbled down the stairs and knocked over an old lady...and her dog...
When I got to the front entrance (after running like hell away from the injured old lady) I saw Leggy in her step-dad's pride and joy; a pink Thunderbird convertible with gray leather seats.
"We travel to Oregon in style!" She declared from the front seat, wearing ridiculously large sunglasses that hid half her face and a head scarf. Dear sweet, baby Jesus.
#Two hours later#
Me and Leggy had become hopelessly bored on our 'adventure', we had played eye-spy for too long, after a while you could kind of guess what was pink and gray quite easily.
Leggy was now singing along to the radio, which is one of the most entertaining things I have ever seen. Don't get me wrong, Leggy had a beautiful singing voice, she was once in the school choir, but every time she opened her mouth, flies would enter and she'd start sputtering. Which was extremely amusing.
I spotted a diner and garage on Route...whatever route we were on...Leggy pulled up to one of the gas attendants, whom she immediately started flirting with.
I stepped out of the car and stretched my legs, walked up and down the side of the car and then made my way to the diner. Leggy was still flirting and giggling with the gas attendant who was wearing a cowboy hat (the gas attendant not Leggy, she's wearing a head scarf and big sunglasses, remember?)
I toddled into the diner, checkered floor, white walls and red leather booths, not many people were actually in the diner, an old man in one corner and a waitress in the other. There was a jukebox on the other side, which I casually passed on my way to a secluded booth.
As soon as I sat down in the booth the waitress came over, "What can I get you, hun?" She was, in a word, shiny; gold jewelry covered her wrists, neck and ears. She had a very large blonde bouffant which made her look almost six and a half feet tall.
"Er...I'll just have a coffee and some pancakes." I said, mesmerized by the gigantic blonde bouffant on her head.
"Coming right up, hun." And with that she plodded away out of sight.
Leggy than decided to grace me and the old man with her presence, she flounced in with her sunglasses on her head and the headscarf around her neck. She slid into the booth, sitting opposite to me. We began a merry conversation...in pig latin...
"Atwhay appenedhay ithway ethay owboycay?" I asked.
"Ehay ashay edray airhay! Iway ovelay edray airhay!"
"Okayway, atwhay appenedhay?"
"Iway onday'tay owknay, ehay asway Ottishscay, Iway ouldncay'tay understandway away ingthay ehay aidsay."
"Utbay ouyay'evay eenbay alkingtay otay imhay orfay aboutway ivefay, entay inutesmay."
"Iway ustjay iledsmay andway oddednay away otlay."
I looked at her with a dumb expression on my face as the shiny bouffant waitress came back with my pancakes and coffee.
"Would your friend like anything, hun?" She asked, turning to Leggy.
"I'll just have a coffee, thanks." Leggy replied.
Leggy eyed my pancakes with a greedy glare as I began to eat them. Shiny Bouffant waitress came back with Leggy's coffee and decided to top mine up, even though I hadn't touched it yet...strange, very strange.
"Can I have some pancakes?" Leggy asked me as the shiny bouffant waitress walked away.
"No." I replied simply.
I looked up as I shoveled in another bite to see Leggy giving me... THE ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!!
#to be continued...#
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Author's Note(s): ::screams like a horny banshee:: um...okay...I'm pretty wired for no real reason, but it does explain THE ELEPHANT EYES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!! and the pig latin, which reminds me, translations ahoy!:
Atwhay appenedhay ithway ethay owboycay? = What happened with the cowboy?
Ehay ashay edray airhay! Iway ovelay edray airhay! = He has red hair! I love red hair!
Okayway, atwhay appenedhay? = Okay, what happened?
Iway onday'tay owknay, ehay asway Ottishscay, Iway ouldncay'tay understandway away ingthay ehay aidsay. = I don't know, he was Scottish, I couldn't understand a thing he said.
Utbay ouyay'evay eenbay alkingtay otay imhay orfay aboutway ivefay, entay inutesmay. = But you've been talking to him for about five, ten minutes.
Iway ustjay iledsmay andway oddednay away otlay. = I just smiled and nodded a lot.
I just realized this, dissolved starr...I just checked out your profile and your two 'Lost Boys' stories...I read them on adultfanficy!! About a month ago! You're her and she's you! I love your stories, they are soooo good! I wanted to read you're Fast and Furious fic but I haven't seen the movie...I know I live under a rock...with my box of Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figures, Shirtless Orlando Bloom Poster, riding crop and a flatulent chipmunk called Gary...
And for those of you that are going to get pissy because I'm fourteen and I've been on adultfanficy...bugger off, I mean, I don't care if I'm underage, if there's a chance for me to see David from 'Lost Boys' get his freak on then I am so there!
But onto a more interesting subject i.e. me, I now have a boyfriend! Huzzah! And my hair is temporarily purple! Huzzah!
I do still need a title suggestion or something better than Guardian Angel 2...if you do I'll give you a Orlando Bloom Action Figure...with removable clothes...also, do you think I should change it to humor instead of drama?
Pip Pip my lovelies!! ::break dances away::