Royalty in Exile
Chapter 2: Rumble Talk
Author's Notes: Another early update for three reasons. One, you guys who reviewed are all awesome, two I won't be able to update again until November, and three I am starting to feel better from this head cold that I've been having.
Disclaimer: If I owned these two things, I would be able to bribe Osama bin Laden into surrendering to U.S. Forces.
Me and my friends began to walk across town, talking about my upcoming fight against Gary Oak. "Man, I love fights, man," I began talking. "This reminds me of the old days when we used to have rumbles. Heroin ruined the gangs, man, junk you know?" Pat replied to me with, "I wouldn't know." I said, "Well, ask my brother about it sometime, you know, I mean a gang really meant something back then." "That gang shit was out of style when you were ten years old Andrew James." I said, "No, I was eleven, man. I was in the Squirtles, you know the peewee branch of the Blastoise."
We started walking by an all-girl Catholic school, the one my girlfriend went to. Me and Pat were having an argument. He said, "Well look, I'm going ain't I? But if you think that this is going to turn into a rumble, then you're crazy, because you and Gary are going to go at it, and the rest of us is going to watch, and I doubt too many people are going to show up for it." I then got distracted, because my girlfriend, Paige had just got out of school for the day and was heading for the bus. "Hey, Paige!" I called. I then caught up to her. "Who are you, stranger," she asked. "Andrew James, the man of your dreams," I replied. She shot back with, "You mean my nightmares?" I then pulled her over and kissed her. I then said, "Hey, listen baby, I'm coming over tonight." "I'm not allowed to have boyfriends over while mom is working," she said. "Since when," I asked. She said "Since I was nine years old." Paige's little sister, Donna, poked her head out the bus window and said, "Hey Romeo and Juliet." I playfully pushed her head back into the window. "First time I ever heard about it," I said to Paige. "Well I haven't seen you in a long time," she said. "What, I've been busy, man," I said. She then said, "So I've heard." I then said "Hey, listen I'm coming over tonight, so you better roll out the red carpet." "Yeah, well we'll see," she said. "What, you're crazy about me," I said. She then playfully said, "I am?" Right then, her bus pulled away.
Pat then confronted me. "So you set up a fight, and then you go off making plans of your own." I said, "Yup," and told him to go jump in the lake. "If Gary's there and you don't show up, do you know what will happen to us? Do you think that he'll think that we just came there to watch?" I turned around and said, "Look, split up, and I'll meet you there at 9:30, I won't let you down. Let's go, Max."
Max and I were walking for a while when he said, "What's the matter with you?" I replied with, "You got a cigarette?" "You know I don't have any cigarettes," he said. "What's wrong," he said. "Nothing, I'm just tired, that's all," I replied. He then said "Is it because Ash has been gone?" "Max, look, I don't to talk about this, all right? Don't start up on me." I then saw him writing in his little notebook he carried around with him. "What's with this, huh," I asked him. "It's a habit, I get into it," he said. "Yeah, well break it," I said.
We were then under the bridge, talking about Ash. "You don't think he's coming back, do you?" I said, "He's coming back, I mean he does that a lot, he steals a motorcycle, takes off, then comes back. Don't worry about it." "He's never been gone this long before" he said. "Max, I said he's coming back." "If he were coming back, then you wouldn't be having this rumble." "It ain't a rumble, man, it's just me and Gary punching it out," I said. "He might not think so," he said. "How the hell would you know what he'd think, huh?" "How the hell do you know what he'd think," he mimicked me. "Sorry Max, but you just don't know."
Max then got up and looked around. "This is a crummy neighborhood," he said. "It ain't the slums," I said. He turned to me. "The slums, did I say it was the slums? No, I said it's a crummy neighborhood, and it is." "Well, if you don't like it, move," I said. "I am, Andrew James, someday I am." We then both left to go do our own things.
Chapter 2 done. Read and review. I'm going to go make a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.