Ah! My god! how long has it been? Gah, I'm so sorry that I've kept you waiting, but things have been going on in my little world and I have had no time whatso ever to write any random humour (I've been writin tragedies, that I can tell you). Here's an extra long chapter for you guys out there who were sharpening their knives for a new chapter (looks around nervously, expecting several people to jump out ninja style at her).
This is mostly Charlie and Hurley conversation. I just love those two
Have recently become obsessed with Willy Wonka. I saw the movie two nights ago, read some fanfic and have become hooked. Willy is so cute (and he isnot Michael Jackson, Jazo u freak!) and I love purple eyes!
Don't own LOST, nor do I own Charlie and the Chocololate factory, nor do I own Harry Potter :sigh:(why are the pleasures in life denied to me?)
I own Rangi.
The large shipping container lay on the beach like a large brick: heavy, red and rectangular in shape. Its unassuming look created a huge interest on the island, especially with Hurley. As soon as the container was opened, Hurley swapped his job as Camp Look-Out with the crazy French woman to Container Inspector quicker than a fangirl running towards Dominic Monaghan. He was aided, in part, by Charlie, Locke, Claire and the crazy French woman. Everyone else left him to it; especially on this particular afternoon since Shannon was giving birth.
There was several specific reasons why those four (and a half, if you included little Aaron snoozing peacefully in the shadows, watched hawkishly by Danielle, who was in turn watched hawkishly by Charlie) were not present for the birth: Locke was still distrusted by Shannon and went cold whenever he was nearby; Danielle could not be trusted by any when there was a newborn nearby; Charlie was baby-and-crazy-French-woman-sitting and was quite glad to be left out of such hectic matters; Hurley disliked the sight of blood and birth fluids, and couldn't understand why girls did that icky mother thing with the slimy, scrunched up thing they had just popped out…in fact he volunteered to leave.
Locke and Danielle were sitting on the roof of the container, their legs dangling over the side as Hurley and Charlie carried out random artefacts and sorted them into specific categories: Food, Clothes, Stuff That Is Useful and Random Things Sayid Might Like.
"Zis is such a nice day," Danielle said happily, tossing her hair in the warm wind. Locke nodded beside her, swinging his legs and nearly kicking Hurley in the face as he emerged from the container.
"Dude! Watch it!" he yelled, jumping to one side. The large bag he was carrying over-balanced him and toppled to one side with a loud thump. The island's influence had changed Hurley physically; he still was the Star-wars Dude-quoting Geek with a loud and exuberant nature, but minus the hairy puffer-fish face and XXXL large jeans. He got up and dusted the sand off him and the bag, glaring evilly at Locke.
"Oi! Hurley! What's in the bag?" Charlie asked, sorting out between razors and electric shavers. Hurley shrugged and opened the bag, smiling insanely at what he saw.
"Do you think we need a different pile?" he asked.
"Perhaps, why?" he asked coming over.
"Because I have no idea where we'll put blow-up pool toys." He grinned pulling out a deflated, yellow and purple swimming ring. Charlie grinned.
"I dunno, d'ya reckon that Sayid'll think it's useful?"
"I zink zat you should put it in the "could be ussful" pile." Danielle shouted from the container. Charlie snapped around.
"If you want to help, come down here and do it instead of sitting up there moping!" Charlie frowned at Danielle, who returned his evil stare.
"I am not moping! I am sure you are "perfaktly capable" of doing zings yourself." she huffed, folding her arms.
"You're moping." Hurley nodded.
"You're just upset coz Jack said you couldn't come to the birth." Charlie mocked. He still had some grudges for Danielle and wasn't about to let such an opportunity to poke some fun at her get away from him.
"Oh no, I am sure zey are also "perfaktly capable" of delivering a baby wizout me." She sneered.
"Well, no woman in labour wants to hear about "Ze Ozzers" getting her baby, your problems in birth and see your ugly mug hovering near the new-born." Charlie snarled, throwing the swim toys in an "Other Random Things" pile. Danielle stuck up her nose like the Frenchwoman she was and brooded in silence, which fitted with the other three (and a half) males on the beach.
"I'm glad Jack and Kate finally got together." Charlie sighed happily, also glad that they were with Shannon right then.
"Yeah, same here; though I never knew what exactly happened." Hurley said walking back to the container, ducking just in case Danielle decided to swing her legs on purpose.
"You didn't?" Charlie asked shocked, looking at Hurley in the dark. The larger man giggled bashfully.
"I was occupied with the more alcoholic substances found in the container." He confessed. Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"More alcoholic?" he queried.
"Okay, okay, a fifty year old scotch to be precise. So tell me what happened?" he said, lifting up a box.
"Well, after out little "ladies party", Kate decided to go and see Jack."
"Yep, got that part." Hurley nodded.
"Except Jack thought that Kate was going to attack him and ran away."
"Who wouldn't? She kinda looked like the girl off "The Ring"." Hurley smiled as they walked back out of the container carrying two boxes each.
"Anyway, Jack goes all queer…"
"For you." Hurley sniggered
"Not funny," Charlie gave him a death-laser glare, "Jack goes all WEIRD, and keeps running away from Kate. I thought the whole fiasco would flare up again because Jack was being a jerk."
Hurley rolled his eyes and set down the boxes,
"Then Claire suddenly decided to become Evil Matchmaker again, and set them up to meet in the same place. Claire and I watched from the bushes as they found each other and looked like contestants in a staring competition; still as statues. I could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Seriously, this went on for at least fifteen minutes and I was about to shoot them both when they came together and began a snog-fest, not a single word was spoken during that whole time. I wanted to leave just then, but Claire had these huge, wet eyes and a dorky smile on her face…it was an experience not unlike watching a Chick-Flick." Charlie guffawed.
Hurley smiled maniacally, wondering secretly what the hell a Chick-Flick was. He flipped out a small knife and split open the top. His eyes dazzled with wonder.
"…Chocolate!" he drooled triumphantly. Charlie suddenly looked wild and snatched a bar. He opened it greedily and the near melted chocolate drizzled a bit down his hands. Hurley did likewise and looked at the brand.
"Wonka bars…their logo has changed." Hurley mused, opening the wrapper.
"Golden ticket?" Charlie joked with a full mouth, his face in the biggest smile he had for a while.
"Uh…" Hurley said, looking at the gold foil sitting lightly in his hands. Charlie nearly dropped his Wonka bar in the sand. Hurley whooped in delight, skipping around screaming the song "I've Got a Golden Ticket" waving the gold foil in the air. Danielle and Locke looked at him with vague amusement. Suddenly Hurley stopped mid-skip.
"I'm still on this FUCKING Island!" he cried, dropping his knees into the sand. Charlie raced over and patted him on the back.
"There there. I'm sure the ticket made the chocolate taste terrible." Charlie sighed.
"No it didn't! It was the best damn chocolate I have ever had, and the Island ruined it for me. I even got a golden ticket!" the larger man sobbed, pummelling his fists into the sand. Charlie sat in the background, munching his chocolate, waiting until the tantrum fizzled out. It was kind of like watching Aaron kick and scream…which was mildly amusing. Finally, the grown man's anger petered out and he sat there holding the ticket.
"Here, Charlie," he sniffed, holding out the ticket, "have this."
"Uh, why?" he asked, taking the ticket and pocketing it.
"Dude," he looked at him incredulously, "Charlie and the chocolate factory." He finished lamely while Charlie grinned, running a hand down his short stubble. Suddenly, they saw Rangi dash out of the trees with a big grin on his face.
"Hey! Hey! Shannon's had her baby!" he yelled to the group on the beach, and several grins were returned.
"What is it?" Charlie asked, heaving Hurley from the ground, referring to the new-born.
"It's a boy." Rangi said breathlessly, his dark eyes glinted happily. Locke laughed pleasantly, walking over.
"That's great," he said, "Perhaps we should give her a congratulations gift."
"I know just the thing," Hurley said, racing back to the assorted piles. A few seconds later he returned with the large box of chocolate, "Taa Daaaaa!"
"Is that…" Rangi gaped. Charlie nodded, picking Aaron up who had just toddled over from his nap.
"Yes it is." Hurley said proudly. Rangi looked impressed and led the way back to the caves where Shannon was currently residing. After a while, Aaron asked.
"Daddy, where we going?"
"We're going to see the new baby." Charlie said.
"Whatsa baby?"
"A very little person." Charlie said.
"Like me?"
"Yes, like you, but smaller."
"Like bug?" Aaron giggled.
"Well, they look like a bug sometimes. You certainly did." Charlie mused. Hurley laughed, tuning onto the conversation.
"Am I buggy?"
"No." Charlie laughed. There was a small pause.
"Whas Hurley got?" Aaron asked, pointing at the box.
"Lots of chocolate."
"Watsa xocklit?"
"Something really yummy."
"Like bug?" Aaron asked innocently. Hurley burst out laughing.
"Eeerrr, yes, like bug." Charlie frowned, wondering if Aaron needed a little supervision when it came to his dietary habits.
Heh heh, my little sister used to talk a lot like that. I'd always wanted a baby brother (I grew up in an all female house) and when she was born, I tried to make her a tomboy...it worked to a degree, but i failed miserably when it came to barbies.
I hate pink and even though I owned them, I tried to get clothes that were not pink (which most of the time was green which I hate the MOST).
'Til next time, I'll see you when I see you.