A couple of people asked for more chapters so here you are!
Oh, Blue Panda you get what you asked for!
but sorry in advance.
By the way, I am willing to take in idea's for the story. I have a basic idea for a chapter somewhere in this story, and a great ending planned, so keep reading!
Here we go...
A week after the pineapple chunk incident and Hurley was still scolding himself for what had happened. As punishment he made himself eat a piece of bruised, slightly rotten fruit a day.
He was on his shift again in the hatch and was running in and out of the toilet every so often as a result of the fruit he had been consuming.
"Jeez! Why am I still blaming myself for what happened? He should of controlled his urges and not of ran off into the jungle!" (hypocrite)
His stomach hurt.
He was hungry.
The food was only 4 meters away.
"It's not like anyone will see me... I'll eat in here!"
Hurley once again ran into the pantry and danced (The Hurley shuffle returns!) around deciding what to ram down his throat. He was going to eat.
COOKIES! chocolate chip ones...
He shuffled into the living room and threw himself into a chair. He scarfed them down, cookie by cookie (piece by piece just seems so normal) thinking nothing bad could come from what he was doing.
"Hey! Hurley you still here?" called Jack as he walked into the same room as Hurley.
"Uh... yeah." He said, cookie still in his mouth.
Jack figured out what was going on "Hurley, what the hell do you think your doing? You know you aren't supposed to eat food from the hatch without permission!"
"well.." Hurley racked his brains for an alibi, "Um... Want a cookie?"
"Oh, alright then... I might as well if they're already open"
Hurley grabbed a cookie, left Jack the bag, and went to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He was safe.
"But you know I'm going to have to get Locke to make a lock (he rhymed!) so no one can get to the food without permission. Because we don't want to lose all of our emergency supplies, do we?"
"NO! My food! He can't take that from me!" Hurley screamed inside his head.
He looked around the kitchen desperately. "Can opener? No, to obvious! Cookie bag? No way! Come on! There has to be something! Oh yeah... knives..."
Hurley grabbed a carving knife and ran into the living room.
"HAH! I'm not gonna let you steal my food!" screamed Hurley.
Jack let out a girlish scream, "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he fainted and fell to the ground.
Hurley jumped on him and stabbed him violently in the chest.
Jack stopped living in the living room (oh! the comedy!)
Hurley dragged his body into the jungle and scraped the words "overz waz 'ere!" into his forehead (in this fan fiction, Hurley feels that the others are chavs... and write like that)
"That's that bit done!" said Hurley as he twirled and shuffled back to the hatch.
As I have said, I'm sorry!
next chapter soon!
