I don't know where this is going, but it was an idea, and is NOT song fic. Enjoy. Oh and by the way, the car thing is based on a true story.
And P.S. I have nothing against any Lexus car dealership in Washington State or anywhere else. My family has a lovely Lexus that is the best car ever, so yeah. It was just the only thing I could think of.
Here be da story.
A very famous rock star walks into a car dealership to get his specially ordered car. Only, he was wearing ripped jeans and a paint splattered t-shirt. Not something one would generally expect an international rock star to wear.
"Sir, how may we help you?" said the very proper car dealer stumbling across the word 'sir' in his wonderful British accent. HE was wearing a forced smile, a designer suit and a bad attitude.
The young singer smiled, "I am here to pick up a special order car under the name Garfield Logan."
Signaling to follow, them proper man with a tag holding the letters J-A-C-K on it led him to his desk. After scrolling through a few pages and looking at some lists he looked to the young man. "Sir, this car is very expensive and we will only allow the buyer of this intricate car to be the one to pick it up."
Putting on his best faux British accent the young man retorted, "Well, Sir, I am the buyer of this car. Now please get me my car. Cheers." Laughing, the young man held out his credit card for the gentleman to take.
Annoyed, J-A-C-K took the card and left to a separate room. All the while Garfield Logan sat twiddling his thumbs while thinking up interesting things he could create using the intestines of a ballpoint pen. He pondered this thought for a while coming up with a few very idiotic and unsuccessful ideas. Finally, he decided to let the thought go.
Garfield was a very rich man. (If man was even the correct term to define him) Since he became a very well known singer he had become very rich. But since becoming rich he had held on to four specific friends whom he wouldn't trade for the world. One in particular named Raven.
A sad cell phone ring of 'Wild Thing' began to sound in the building. Quickly, he flipped it open and spoke, "Rae! Hi. How are you doing?"
"I am fine, Gar. And you?" asked the lady on the other end.
Sighing, Gar leaned back in his char and crossed his legs as he said, "Well, I am trying to pick up that car that I specially ordered, but I am not having too much luck. Why is it that I always have trouble with these things?"
She laughed and they continued on conversing. Meanwhile, J-A-C-K was attempting to get Mr. Logan's credit card to work, but apparently their system didn't accept fifty million dollar credit cards. 'How does a bloody teenager even come across so much money?' Apparently he wasn't aware of just who Garfield was.
"Andrew, this credit card won't work. It has fifty million dollars on it!" J-A-C-K said to another man running a credit card of a more-less normal person. That person had a normal one-story house with a normal number of 3 bedrooms. And of course a normal amount on their credit card.
Andrew looked to him wide eyed and whispered loudly, "My, my. Well, I suppose we should call the credit card company and find out if he actually has that much money or if it is stolen from someone such as Mr. Gates." He clearly had a much more boring accent that had no particular uniqueness. Which also made it not really worth talking about.
J-A-C-K picked up a nearby company telephone and dialed the number of the credit card company. (J-A-C-K had no real life. He sat in his mother's house every day after work conveniently memorizing telephone numbers of credit card companies.) At this time Andrew felt it necessary to leave to assist his customer in picking up their car. He apparently felt correct since they were beginning to lose patience when he returned to them.
"Yes, hello? This is the Lexus dealership in Washington State. There is a man here who special ordered a car. He is trying to pay with a credit card with the number," quickly he rattled off the number and continued talking as the person on the other line searched it, "And I think it is stolen. Anyhow, our machines won't accept such a large amount."
There were a few seconds of relaxing silence in which no one in particular was relaxed. Except perhaps for the small kitten sleeping on a pillow in the apartment complex on Benson St. But that poor cat had no idea that he was going to be put to sleep the next day.
"Excuse me Sir. Do you realize whose credit card you are trying to turn down?" asked the person on the other line.
J-A-C-K looked quizzically at the credit card, "Well, Garfield Logan, but by the looks of it he isn't all to important."
"Well, if being a multi-million dollar earning rock star isn't all to important, than I suppose you can go ahead and let him go. But we know he is a very generous person and would probably pay more than you were asking for if you gave him a valid reason to."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but it is probably too late now. When he finds out about this, which he will, he will probably not even want to buy the car anymore."
With that, the two men said good-bye and J-A-C-K stared at the card in his hand with a blank, almost angry expression.
"So that is why chickens don't eat Alabama fried corn," Gar finished.
"Right, Gar. Well, I will see you tonight. I have to go. Kori won't be to pleased if I don't get down there and start helping her," Raven half lied.
"Kori wouldn't hurt a flea! She wouldn't mind framing a few photographs by herself. Besides, if you leave I might become very depressed and write a song about it."
"Oh shut up. You will be fine with out me for a few hours," she replied. "Bye Garfield."
"Good bye my love! Thou-ish shalt stay in my thought-iths and care-iths for all of eternity that thine is without thee-ith."
As soon as he hung up his cell phone began to ring once again. This time the tone was '867-5309'. "Hey-low?" He said into the speaker with a hint of question in his voice.
Then the person on the other line began to explain the ordeal that was happening as he was on the phone and J-A-C-K was upstairs.
"Well thank you so much, Kerri. I am very please to know this tidbit of information. You have a lovely day. Bye," he spoke hanging up the phone with a smile.
He stood up just as his incompetent car dealer approached him with a smile, "Mr. Logan. I apologize for the wait. Here is your card. Your car is waiting right outside for you."
"Yes. But I have had a sudden realization. You are an incompetent old man and I already have a car and don't need another one. So if you would be so kind as to give me back my money so I can use it on something more worth my time, I would very much appreciate it." He smiled so kindly it would make a child weep.
With that, Garfield took his card and walked right out of that car dealership and off to his bicycle. Sure he was rich, but he didn't like to act like it. The car he wanted to get was actually going to be a present for the young lady he was going to see that evening, but he decided he could get her something better than a car.
"Good morning, Raven!" Garfield greeted his friend as they walked to the restaurant they were to dine at.
"Evening, Gar," she spoke as he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, "Are you doing well?"
Gar smiled and took her hand as they walked from the car, "When aren't I doing well?" Looking in her eyes they both smiled and Gar slightly tripped over the curb, but caught himself with his hands on the pavement. Luckily he didn't bring Raven down with him.
The lovely lady giggled as she took her boyfriend's hand to pull him up. "You fall so gracefully. You should really pay attention to where you walk."
"Should I now? I vote we eat!" He rushed to the door and held it for an elderly couple exiting and then for Raven to enter. He also held the second door for her. "Reservations for two under Logan," he told the waiter at the front desk.
"There is nothing better than drinking tea out of a wine glass," Raven smiled sipping her tea. "Thank you very much, Gar, for taking me out tonight. I was getting kind of cramped all alone in my apartment. It is refreshing to go out, especially with you."
"Well you know," he smiled slyly, "You could always stay with . . ."
"No."
"Fine," he pouted sticking his nose in the air and crossing his arms across his chest.
"Now that is no way for a man of your stature to be acting. You are just as immature as you used to be, Garfield."
For a brief minute second they just sat and stared into each other's eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," they said to each other in unison. Quickly followed by a momentary laugh.
"For once, I didn't forget the most important day of the year, Rae," he spoke softly handing her a small sophisticated looking navy blue box.
Gently she slid the black ribbon off of the top and lifted the lid on the box only to find a velvety purple box inside. "Gar what did you get me?" She asked as she opened the box. Slowly and unwillingly her jaw hung low. No matter how hard she tried to pull it back to where it belonged it just kept hanging there. 'Does your jaw hang low does it wobble to the floor can you tie it in a knot can you tie it in a bow?'
"Gar . . ." her voice trailed as she looked at the beautiful gift in the box. A black diamond raven on a real silver chain, and shoved into the lid of the box were two sunset hot air balloon ride tickets. "Gar, it's wonderful. But you know you don't always have to get me everything I want."
"Yes," he said taking her hand, "But I want to."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Logan," Raven said looking up at him as they stood outside of her apartment building.
"You're very welcome. Happy birthday, love," he replied. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss lasted a few seconds then turned into a silent hug.
When the two sweethearts parted Raven punched the code she needed to get into her building, "Good night, love."
Like it or be gone! No, I am only kidding. I suppose this is slightly more serious than I usually write, not that what I usually write is humorous, but you get the point. ) So anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. It took me a while. – This One