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Abby and Lizzie's Mighty Magical Mystical Marvelous Alliteration of a Lost Epic Quest
Chapter 7
Peewee's Playhouse!
"I miss Sayid," Abby whined, she lay on a blanket in the sand on her stomach, her legs were kicking aimlessly through the air.
Lizzie looked up from her erotic harlequin novel, "Who?"
"Sayid, black hair, biggish nose, tortured Sawyer, told us not to put sand into the waterfalls?" Abby reminded incredulously.
"Oh him, he left?"
"Yes, he tortured Sawyer and he's the one who has to leave. Jeez, they should've just killed Sawyer, what happens on the island stays on the island," Abby informed.
"Yeah like that tattoo I got," Lizzie grinned evilly.
"And that old guy I hooked up with in the cockpit, which, not a bad place for hooking up," Abby added.
"And when we hazed those people into our group." Lizzie rubbed her hands together menacingly.
"Are they still locked in the bathroom?"
"Going on eleven days."
"That's nice," Abby smiled dreamily, "Oh look, here Jack and Kate, I'm intrigued by the nature of their relationship, but they're too far away to hear."
"We should do their voices!" Lizzie almost screamed, "I'll be Jack." With that said, she cleared her throat and in the highest voice she could muster, asked, "Looking for someone, or admiring the view?"
"I know I am," Abby giggled.
"Stick to character," Lizzie chided.
"Sorry, ahem, it's been two days since Sayid took off on his own. I keep looking up, thinking I'm going to see him coming back, I'm worried about him Jack, he's only one man, and this is an island, at least five times bigger than him!"
"Oh Kate, you silly, he just wants to find the French transmission, see when he finds it, then he can get to the emerald palace and ask the wizard for a wish," at the end of her sentence Lizzie added a very feminine twitter.
"Jack," Abby cried dramatically, "He left because of," she paused, "Because of you!"
"That was an accident, he stumbled and accidentally shoved sharpened bamboo shoots between Sawyer's finger nails," Lizzie defended, "You weren't there, I was, and that's what happened."
"Accidents happen Jack, when you torture people," Abby added theatrically.
"God, are you still on that, that happened like three days ago. Haven't you done anything exciting since then, we're on a freaking isolated island, going to the bathroom is an adventure in itself…"
Both girls started laughing hysterically, "Oh God," Abby chuckled, tears peeking at her eyes, "That was great."
"Let's go to the caves and pretend to pee in the water supply again," Lizzie jumped up, grabbing her purse.
"Alight, but sooner or later, people are gonna realize that teenage girls don't pee while standing up."
"You built a golf course?" Jack questioned skeptically.
"Well it's only two holes," Hurley answered somewhat ashamed of his project.
"That's not a golf course," Abby argued.
"Yeah, golf courses have different starting points for guys and girls and golf carts, and windmills and the bumps in the ground, and different colored balls," Lizzie argued.
"Ugh, I just thought of Sawyer," Abby stuck out her tongue.
"I think it's a great idea," Jack announced, obviously ignoring the girls, "People need to relax around here."
"Are you serious?" Abby asked, "All they do is lie on the beach, I pretty sure Shannon hasn't moved for three days, she may even be dead. And Claire, God don't get me started on her."
"Claire's pregnant," Hurley reminded.
"So, God that means she can't do anything, "I can't move", "I can't walk", "I can't carry that large piece of sheet metal from the engine for you and Lizzie so you can make it the roof of your playhouse." I'm going to be surprised if she delivers her own damn baby."
"Playhouse?" Jack questioned with a cocked eyebrow.
"Oh no," Lizzie wagged her finger at him, "You wouldn't let us have our roller disco, or our coffin beds, there's no way your getting into our playhouse."
"Yeah!" Abby added as she stood akimbo, "Two Peewee's are enough!"
"Jack!" Kate yelled as she stumbled into the clearing, almost out of breath, "Jack Sayid's back, he found the source of the French transmission."
"Was it someone French?" Lizzie asked with excitement.
"I walked along the beach, until a found a large black cable," Sayid explained as Jack examined his leg, "I followed it until I came to a wire trap, I thought I'd found away around it but I triggered it and was flung upside down for many hours."
"Ha!" Lizzie laughed, everyone turned towards her incredulously, "Sorry," she muttered.
"What would a cable be doing in the middle of the beach?" Kate questioned.
"If that weren't confusing enough, it went straight out into the ocean," Sayid added.
"Pfft, that cable is old news," Abby informed with a wave of her hand, "Liz and I found it a few days ago when we were lost."
"You found the cable?" Jack questioned.
"Yeah, how else do you think we get cable for our playhouse?" Lizzie responded, "Hey! We did find it, that means that it's our cable and no one else can touch it."
"I believe that someone must have placed the cable on this island, and therefore it belongs to them," Sayid explained.
"Well they can kiss my ass, it's my cable now," she declared, her arms crossed defiantly.
"Are we even going to talk about the French woman Sayid found?" Kate asked with irritation.
"That's not important!" Abby answered, "The important thing is if there's one cable, there might be another one, and if there is, do you think it has internet access? Because my email inbox only had a little bit of room left on it."
"That's impossible," Jack began.
"Not really, I keep getting spams and I save the ones with funny titles," Abby stated.
"No the French woman, how has she survived on this island so long?" Jack questioned.
"Yeah we've only been here like two weeks and you guys have already tortured someone, which is just poor form."
Next Chapter: Abby's French tongue comes in handy, and Lizzie follows Boone into the jungle and accidentally stumbles on the Hatch.