AN: Hello, it's me again! In case you were wondering no, I was not hit by a bus. The power went out so I spent all weekend reading the Da Vinci Code instead of updating. I plea natural disaster! So thank you for staying with this story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know everyone says this but it really does mean a lot. In regards to this chapter; I must post a disclaimer so all the Aussie refrain from beating my head in (not that they would all the Aussie's I've meet are nice). I am not nearly as Australia ignorant as Foreman is. Foreman is an idiot in this chapter. I know the capital is not Sydney, it's Cannberra. Now, Onward!
Chapter Three: Well I know he's an Aussieā¦
Chapter Three: Well I know he's an Aussie...
Foreman tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. What to get Chase. He probably has everything. Or maybe not. I've never seen his apartment. I don't have any clue where it even is. What did he know about Chase? He found a pen and paper and started to make a list.
- his first name is Robert
Oh well that was helpful! I don't even know if he likes to be called Rob or Bob or Robert or Robbie. How long have I known him? At least a year...
- he is blonde
- he is Australian
Bingo! There had to something all Australians liked, I mean all Americans liked... well... arguing! What city in Australia was Chase from anyway? Sydney was the only city he'd heard of, that must be the capital. There is the Outback... but nobody lives there. Foreman turned on his computer and opened up the Internet. He googled What do Australian People like? He scanned the results, Downloads (from people like you!), Bizarre Eats in Africa, homeless people... Okay, maybe that wasn't the right keyword. He typed in Australians instead. Famous Australians, Australians Abroad, Australians at war, Young Australians, No Republic! Australians for Constitutional Monarchy... This time he decided to be less subtle and typed Aussies in. My Awesome Australians Shepherds, US Survival Tips for Aussies-
Foreman clicked on that curiously. By the time he meet Chase, he had been in America for about a year. He was used to American customs by then. Except for occasional spelling problems and some slang misunderstandings (he would never forget when Chase announced he got a Mozzie bite), Chase acted pretty American. The website was divided into categories like standards, customs, and traditions. As he browsed he was amazed at how different Australia seemed. Who knew that light switches were backwards in Australia? Remembering why he was there, Foreman went to the home page. There really wasn't a area for gift ideas but he clicked on food. I mean besides arguing everyone loved food. Milk, Butter, Vegemite.
Of course! All Aussies loved vegemite. Unless it was like saying all Americans loved peanut butter... In which case he could be screwed. Anyway, where would he get vegemite? What did it look like? What the hell was it anyway? Foreman scrolled down.
You can get vegemite at The World Market.
There was a world market by the mall. He could go pick up a package of it. Would it come in a box or a jar or a box or a can? Maybe he better figure out what it actually was.
Vegemite is a dark, salty spread common in Australia.
So it was like peanut butter? He couldn't just give Chase peanut butter. Foreman slumped back in his chair and looked at the screen absent mindedly. Then it hit him. History. He could check on Chase's computer at work to find out what sites he went to. Chase often spent time surfing the internet in his office. Cameron once asked him what he was doing. Chase had shrugged her off with the excuse, "I'm just surfing."
You could find anything on the internet. Right?
Foreman carefully snuck into Chase's office. Chase was in clinic duty, so he wouldn't catch him. Foreman sat down uncomfortably, trying to shake the feeling he was doing something wrong. He turned on the computer and opened up the internet history
drwombat.livejournal, mail.yahoo, communites.livejournal, myspace...
So Chase chatted online? At least he would to talk to people about what he liked. Foreman clicked on Chase's livejournal. It looked almost like a professional website with clean lines, earth tones, and plenty of contrast between the background and text. Chase seemed to update it pretty faithfully. He seemed to post nearly everyday. He looked at Chase's entries.
My thoughts on last night's epi of So You Think You Can Dance... , Farewell Commander-in-chief, TV I'll be watching this summer, Wouldn't it be funny if I wore this to work,
Foreman read the last one.
Dex on the Bones comm pointed this out. Wouldn't it be funny if House saw me wearing that? Although the look on Foreman's face if he saw me wearing that would be priceless...
There was a link right above it. Foreman had no clue what would make him make a funny face, but he clicked on it anyway. As the page loaded Foreman considered the possibility that it was something not PG rated. Fortunately, it turned out to be a T shirt. Not just any T-shirt, a muscle T-shirt that said JESUS IS NOT A ZOMBIE! That was kinda strange but funny. It was random. It was perfect. Foreman got a sheet of paper out of Chase's printer and wrote down the URL. Okay, he could leave now but that didn't mean he couldn't look at Chase's livejournal later... Foreman jotted down the URL to his livejournal.
Up Next: Chapter Four: That's insane!
"Someone needs to give Wilson a hug, or a puppy!"
