Disclaimer
I wicked don't own Holes.
"So, she wants us to build a bomb?" Greg asked plainly as he lied on his cot with his eyes closed.
"Yeah," Alice, Juliana and Adrienne said together.
Giorgio picked at a blister on his hand, "Gina is stupid. Hey, anyone have some Neosporin?"
"I think my brother usually has some. Where is he, by the way?" Alice asked, not entirely caring.
"Glenn was talking about how he saw some lawyer here today so… I don't know. Something about that," Ada frowned as she braided Adrienne's hair.
"Hmm…"
"We can't build a bomb. There is a lot involved in building a bomb. We don't have the proper resources," Tap said as she packed some pajamas in her bag. "I mean, I can't even get suitable surveillance devices here, let alone the necessary materials for a bomb."
"We are not going to build a bomb. Let's just act like we made one and give it to Gina. Tap, can you make a fake?" Alice asked.
"No. I am busy these days! I can't make a fake bomb for you!" Tap zipped up her bag angrily and slung it over her shoulder. "I'm off. I have a date with Zig tonight."
With that, Tap left humming. Only Trixie watched her go, but that was only because she was hoping everyone else would leave so that she could talk to Greg.
"I guess we should make the fake bomb then," Juliana shrugged.
"Yeah," Alice frowned.
She stood up and walked out of the tent, with everyone except for Greg and Trixie behind her. Greg frowned, wondering why everyone left. He shrugged and decided not to follow. Trixie ran her hands through her hair nervously. She was never nervous! This was weird!
"So, Greg, how are you?" Trixie asked Greg.
He shrugged again, "Eh."
"How is your eye?"
"Still hurts."
"I told Armpit to apologize to you."
"He didn't."
"I guess I should talk to him again, huh?"
"Eh."
Trixie frowned. This wasn't fucking working the fuck out.
"So, we are going home soon. How do you feel about that, Greg?"
"Eh."
"What are you going to do when you get home?"
"I don't know. I didn't really plan it."
"Aren't you going to college or anything?"
He laughed, "I already got into college. I'm going to a school in New York for journalism. I already told you that."
"Right, you did."
He leaned up and looked at her, "What's wrong with you? You haven't cussed once for a couple days. It's kind of weird."
"I've been confused the last couple days."
"About Armpit?"
"No. About you… know, my dad and such."
"And such?"
"Yeah, and such! God, you are being difficult!"
"How am I being…?"
"Shut up, Greg! I was just trying to reach out to you, and you have to make a big deal out of it! God! I'm going to go build that bomb!"
With that, Trixie stomped out of the room. Greg watched her go, confused about what had just happened, but then lied back down, not wanting to think about it anymore.
Tap and Zig-Zag sat inside one of the shower stalls under the moonlight, staring out at the landscape and saying nothing. Tap ran her fingers through his hair slightly, but then gave up when her hand got stuck in it. He did not seem to mind. He somewhat liked the sensation when she pulled her hand out of his hair.
"Do you think that Zero and Caveman will ever come back?" Tap asked as she stared out over the bare landscape.
Zig-Zag grasped her hand with a harsh laugh, "I hope not! That piece of shit Zero tackled me! Do you remember that? He tackled me! Who tackles people these days?"
"Well, spies sometimes tackle people. There's also bird watchers when they see a bird to watch and uh… hmm… chefs when people don't like their food. And, of course, there is football players. They make a living out of tackling people," Tap gave a small smile as she leaned her head on Zig-Zag's shoulder. "A little bit violent."
"Football is just a huge conspiracy by the government to dumb down all of the up and coming young men of the world so that they don't achieve world peace. If there is a football player who is too smart, one of the operatives takes him down so that he gets a concussion and is not smart anymore."
"I KNOW! Sweet fancy Moses, I told everyone back at home about that, and they told me they would stop the conspiracy, but then they only made fun of me!"
"They are obviously involved in the conspiracy."
"I presumed that. I set up cameras in their offices, and I bugged their phone lines, but I have yet to find anything. Of course, my whole investigation has been severely jeopardized because I came here."
"Yeah, but if you had not come here, we wouldn't have met. My life would be much less livable if you weren't around."
Tap smiled wide and kissed him on the cheek, "Mine also. Mine also."
They sat there in silence again, smiling and holding hands. Then a figure came out of the darkness and walked to the wreck room. Tap narrowed her eyes, watching the figure.
"Is that Gina?" she asked.
"Ms. Gene?" Zig-Zag narrowed his eyes as well.
"Yeah."
"Man, she is nuts."
"I know. Is that her?"
"I think so. I can tell by the shine reflecting off of that wig she wears. That wig is made of human hair, you know. It came from a scalping. She bought it from some Navajos."
"I thought that she bought it from Africa. The Mbuti, I think, sold it to her because they were highly against the whole scalping thing. They are a highly peaceful race."
"What is she doing?"
"She's probably putting the fake bomb she tried to make us make in the wreck room. I think she is trying to stop the whole mission so that she can make sweet love to Mr. Sir."
"Mr. Sir hates her."
"Everyone hates her."
"True."
They both watched Gina go back to her cabin singing. They did not speak again until they saw another figure go towards the Library.
"Who is that?" Tap asked.
"I think it's Zero," Zig-Zag responded.
"What is he doing?"
"I don't know. I think we should run away together."
"Run away together? Like, actually run?"
"God no. I hate running."
"Me too."
"So, what about it?"
Tap shrugged, "Okay."
"Okay."
"Want to sneak into Mr. Sir's cabin and give him a love note from Gina?"
"Yeah."
The two got up and walked to Mr. Sir's cabin holding hands and discussing how Martha Stewart was actually an alien from Pluto set to destroy the self esteem of American women.
Hmm… I don't have much to say. I am having a fabulous week. Yes. Thank you to SeperatedCow (young love is beautiful. I guess. I don't know. No one loves me. Uh… thanks. You don't have to get the facts straight. I don't. Rambling is good. Never stop rambling. Fight comprehensive thought! It's a revolution!), chillybilly6 (it is from Pride and Prejudice. I steal everything from Pride and Prejudice. I hated stage managing as well. Especially because I a) am hateful in nature and b) hated the show. So, yeah. Sucked. Heh, thanks for the love), demon-pup666 (Okay!), Maddiecake (Wow, that was a lot to respond to. Um… I hate John Travolta. Call him RAvolta actually. Hate him much. Thanks for all the reviews! They made me smile), GE (Good advice, good advice. I'll try my best with the ending. I don't want to disappoint anyone), and loudmouth1014 (Hmm… that is true. I don't know what I am going to do about that situation. I will figure it all out. And, I did a whole little segment on Tap just for you. So go ahead and feel special about it!). Anyway, next chapter will most likely be the last. Are you all ready? ARE YOU READY? You better be because I cannot think of a sequel so… yeah.
