Yay I'm glad people
found chapter 5 funny and
not retarded. Just picture their
break-up scene
in your head. It'd be so unbelievable.
Oh and It's come to my
attention that I say 'You know'
alot.
Chapter Six
"You know," I said, after me and Two-Bit descened the living room, saying we were going to make more cake. "You should've let me stab you or something. It'd be alot more effective."
I grinned as he glared at me. But that glare soon turned into a grin to match mine.
"I think that would've been a little too much, Rory."
It was amazing. Unbelievable. Two-Bit hadn't managed to screw up my plan in some way. This must be a record! Alert the media! He's not as big of a moron as I thought! It's amazing how angry you can be with someone for doing something wrong, and amazing how happy you can be when they please you. Although I came up with the plan, with no help from him. We should never become actors, since we're so horrible at it.
"So are we acting going to make a cake?" I asked. I wasn't really hungry, and was hoping it could wait. Alright, so maybe I just wanted to go talk to Johnny. Maybe. But you'll never know, will you? Well, you will if we don't bake. Hehe... Yeahhhh.
"Screw it, I don't even know how to bake." And he left the room to go watch Mickey Mouse. Or so I thought. Well, my thoughts were soon crushed as he reappeared, Johnny in tow.
"Now... bake some cake!" he grinned, with a wink at me. I stared, wide-eyed, and then rolled my eyes.
"Only Soda and Darry know how to make cake, and I'm not even hungry," I pointed out.
Before we knew it, we were shoved outside just as Darry and Soda were shoved into the kitchen to cook Two-Bit a cake. Was he honestly going to eat a whole cake by himself? What a pig. But there's time to tell him how much of a pig I think he is later. First I'll kill him, since I just heard the lock turn and click. We were trapped. Outside. No food... No water... I'm exaggerating again, aren't I?
As we stood there, staring at eachother, I knew we were thinking the same thing. THE FRONT DOOR. It was the only thing that could save us, it was our only hope!
BANGCRASHCOLLIDE.
Yeah, I just ran into the door.
Tried the doorknob, but no such luck. He'd locked it too. God, he really is smarter than I thought. I'll give him credit for that, but I'm still going to murder him as soon as he unlocks the frigging door. THIS ISN'T FUNNY. We're both going to die out here. Lonely, cold and... FROSTBITTEN. For god sakes, there's SNOW on the ground and we don't even have COATS. The least he could've done would be to give us some. And some hot chocolate too. How inconsiderate. But the bigger issue is what I'm going to use to kill him. A blade, perhaps? Or maybe Dally will let me borrow his gun...
Wait, now isn't the tme to be crazy. I should be happy. I'm ALONE with JOHNNY.
"Since we're stuck out here, what do you wanna do?" he asked, breaking me out of my thoughts completely.
He was answered by a snowball in the face. Because what's better to do in the snow than have snowball fights? NOTHING. It's greater than great... more brilliant than brilliant. Er... whatever. Soon one was started, and it was lucky for the both of us that both our aim just happened to be horrible, so it wasn't much of a snowball fight.
He'd missed me again, and before I knew it he'd tackled me to the ground. We were looking right into eachothers eyes, and I swear I could see a hint of longing in his. Maybe I was just crazy. Who knows?
The next thing I knew he'd jumped off me and started kicking snow in my face. How... er... romantic? ... That's not exactly the word I was looking for.
So much for romantic moments, right?
Yay. Mkaii, my goal is
one chapter a day.
REVIEW AND REMIND ME OF IT. Tell me not
to
be a lazy ass and stick to my commitment.
