I usually don't update this often, but I just felt like writing. This is the last...single chapter...I guess is a way you could put it. With the last person left, Carl Wheezer! Yay. Hahahaha...hyper attack! Okay, so I bet you don't know what that is...it's where I get hyper crazy psycho all of a sudden and I'm just rolling on the floor laughing. Kinda like being sugar high! Woot, woot! Here's the chapter before I go completely nuts.
Unexpected
Chapter 8
Carl's POV
"What do you mean he's not coming back until Monday?"
I paused. That sounded slightly stupid.
"Dude...like that's what I like, exactly mean. He's not coming until Monday. Sorry dude."
I sighed. "Can't you just give me the medicine?"
"Dude, like, sorry, but I can't. I'm not allowed." The guy on the other line laughed slightly. "He said something about like, not trusting me with such serious stuff. Can you like, believe that?"
"No...I really can't believe it." But I really could.
"Uh...so like, what's your name again?"
I sighed. "Carl Wheezer."
"Ha ha...Wheezer. Dude, that's like, a funny name. Are you Mexican?"
"...No...I'm American."
"Ohhh...Well, I have a friend that's a Mexican. Dude, he has the sweetest hairless cat pet thing ever!" The guy laughed again. "It bit me once, and I had to like, get a rabies shot. Or was it a flu shot? Dude, I can't tell the difference. Well, anyway-"
"Okay, listen: Just tell Sean Michaels to call me when he gets back, okay? What's your name?"
"Oh, uh, like, my name's Jeff Tanners...some of my friend's call me JT. You can call me JT, if you want. You can be my friend-"
"Just tell Sean that I called, okay?"
"Okay dude, see you around."
"Bye."
I flipped my cell phone shut and resisted the urge to bang my head against the steering wheel. But while I was putting my phone back in my pocket, I ended up hitting my head on the steering wheel anyway.
"Ow..."
I had called the Llama Medicine Organization, or the LMO, because of my sick baby llamas. It was a very drastic time, you could see, and I didn't know what to do when I found out my dear llamas Angela and Agnes were sick. But my partner, Kaysar Jennings, sent me here to L.A. to the LMO headquarters to get the medicine I needed.
Unfortunately, the manager, Sean Michaels, was out until Monday, and it was only Thursday. And the surfer dude on the phone couldn't help me in the least.
I was sitting in the parking lot of the airport. I had called the LMO headquarters when I got here, and they said they'd call me back, so I bought some llama toys. I even got a llama poster. It's so cute!
What was I going to do now? I could find a hotel until Monday...yes, yes that was what I would do!
I searched around in my backseat for my bag that had my extra money and then I realized something. I had left it in the airport! I figured that since only a few cars was here, I would have no problem getting it back soon. I got out of my rental car and walked slowly inside.
I pulled out my wallet and looked at my old pictures. I hadn't replaced them, hadn't got rid of them. Why would I, I mean, they're all pictures of my friends!
I looked at one at our graduation day. Mrs. Neutron had kindly taken a picture of me, Jimmy, and Sheen. I hadn't seen them or Libby, Cindy, or even Michelle in years.
I looked up absentmindedly and I did a double-take. I glanced down at the picture to see if I was doing right. There, all in one group, stood Jimmy, Sheen, Michelle, and Libby.
The older Libby groaned, obviously frustrated. "I'll go get her." And she stalked off to the bathroom. Maybe Cindy's in there.
In realization, I said just so they could all hear, "Why wasn't I invited to this little get together?"
A/N: That was pretty long. Longer than the other chapters, I guess. I'm listening to music still. Haha. Anyways, I picked this song because I haven't heard it in awhile, and I'm listening to it right now. I know it probably doesn't go so well with the chapter, but it's a good song anyways. I know I say that every chapter. Here it is!
Beverly Hills by Weezer
Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little wack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
I didn't go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they?
I ain't nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
(Chorus)
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Rollin' like a celebrity
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Look at all those movie stars
They're all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between
I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing
(Chorus)
The truth is, I don't stand a chance
It's something that your born into
And I just don't belong
No I don't
I'm just a no class beat down fool
And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play
(Chorus)
Beverly Hills