KawaiiGameFreak: Heya! This is a very special chapter. I've had a request to bring in more characters, as to create more mayhem (now who says I don't listen to reviewers?). So without further delay, I bring you, making their grand return to the series, the two, the only, my not-so-almighty co-writers! (NSAMCW walk onto the stage waving…then I push them off) GET OUTTA MY SPOTLIGHT YA FREE LOADERS……carry on…
"You can't really appreciate life until you try extra hard to lose it."-Rj, Over the Hedge
Chapter 6: Driving Lessons from Hell
LAURA'S POV
The week had flown by. It was once again Saturday and I was chatting with my friends on MSN. Lord knows why I was up at two AM, I guess I was bored. It went on the normal "Hi! U at? Nuttin, u? Same. Kk" format, until they mentioned where they were typing from. "A plane? How could you get a computer on a plane?" I typed. They responded "Laptop, btw, we should reach Calgary in about 10 minutes, u pickin us up?" "Already? I thought you weren't coming till tomorrow." "Got a different flight." "kk, I'll pick u up when you get there." "g2g bye" "bye" I logged off.
"Well this sucks." I couldn't believe it! My friends were coming over from Newfoundland to stay with me for the summer. They were supposed to come tomorrow, not now, and not at two in the morning. Then I remembered another minor detail. "Oh BEEP, I don't have a car." We took the car into a repair shop after the hockey game last Saturday. The mechanic just laughed and said "I ain't a miracle worker.", then scraped it. How was I supposed to get to Calgary in time? They'd be there in ten minutes, it takes twenty minutes to get there by car, and I didn't have one. I'm sure as hell not waking up the physics to give me a lift, taxis in Rick's don't run after midnight, I'm no good at hitch hiking and walking is just plain retarded. "Oh well," I thought evilly, "I'm sure they won't mind being in the airport overnight." I quickly thought up an excuse for not coming on time. "I'll just say my car broke down and I had to call a tow but it never got there till five and by the time it was out of the repair shop…" Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to see Mewtwo standing behind me, apparently listening in on my ramblings.
"Need a lift?"
CLAGARY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
The airport was strangely empty. Even at this hour of the morning, there are usually a few people waiting for flights. It wasn't empty though, just emptier then usual. Mewtwo insisted on not waking up Mew to change him into human form and was wearing his 'Jedi-esque' robe. He said that if he woke up Mew, she'dget ticked off and wake up the whole house and the last thing I wanted was a house full of ticked off crazies. We were waiting by arrivals with a giantNewfoundland flag so they'd see us. "I don't think they'd miss us," Mewtwo chuckled. "Even without the flag." I nodded.
"Yup, you stand out like a sore thumb." I muttered something about being a very cute sore thumb. "I can't wait!" I was bouncing up and down on the bench with hyperness. "I haven't seen the girls in years, I wonder if they remember you? I highly doubt, after all, you did break one of their favorite games." I could almost feel his blood run cold.
"You better not mean who I'm thinking of, are you?" Mewtwo stuttered. I was about to respond when two girls came out of one of the nearby gates, both carrying huge bags and waving at me. The first girl was a typical nerd. She wore glasses, pink and black Converse sneakers, an All American Rejects t-shirt and jeans. She had light brown hair, brown eyes and was carrying a guitar case. The second girl was well…freaky. She had jet black hair, green eyes, black braces, wore a black shirt and pants along with way too much black nail polish. They rushed over and group hugged. "Get her away from me!" He hid behind me like a frightened child. "Get that demonic beast from hell away from me!" Everyone just stared at him.
"Ok…that was weird…" The first girl muttered.
"Just ignore him; he's a bit on the warped side."
"I'm on the warped side? She's queen of the warped side! Look at her; she's a gothic nut bar!" I shook my head.
"Do you know me from somewhere?" The 'gothic nutbar' questioned. I giggled slightly.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you don't recognize him?" They shook their heads." "I'll give you a hint, remember four years ago?" When ever I say "Remember what happened four years ago?", it usually has something to do with the Smashers. They sort of figured it out from there.
"Holy BEEP! You're not serious, are you?" I nodded. "Then who in the…?" She sort of figured that out to. "MEW…"I covered her mouth to shut her up.
"ASHLEY! Shut up! No one knows they're here yet, let's keep it that way for a while, ok?" She nodded and I took my hand away from her mouth. "Sorry 'bout that Alecia, I'm sure she traumatized you on the way over." Alecia nodded. We talked about what happened over the years. Alecia was still in her garage band back home, the All Canadian Discards. She said that they might even get a chance to play the Salmon Festival next year. Ashley was still her usual gothic self. Though she told me she started writing romance stories on FanFiction involving characters from everything from Lord of the Ringsto Star Trek. She had me traumatized at 'romance'.
"Speaking of romance…" Ashley's eyes darted between me and Mewtwo slyly. I could tell what she was thinking. I bet she knew ever since the 'sleeping arrangements' she put us in over at her house while Falco and Fox cleaned up the EasyMac explosion. We both blushed. "I knew it! Pay up Alecia." Alecia unwillingly slipped her a twenty. "I always win bets." I was about to question the fact that they made a bet involving my love life when I remembered something.
"Hey Alecia, speaking of bets, remember that bet we made in grade three? Ya now, the one we made the day after we went to see Pokémon the First Movie?"
FLASHBACK
"Hey Alecia! Sorry about me attacking you like that, I'm really sorry."
"Ok, I'm sorry to. Besides, I was being silly. Pokémon don't exist."
"Ya, but if they did we'd get free electricity, physic ones could teleport us everywhere, it would be so cool! Hey, ya know what? I bet that one day, Pokémon are gonna become real and Mewtwo's gonna come here and kick your butt for saying mean things about him."
"Ya right, if they come before we graduate school, I'll give you a hundred dollars, if they don't, you owe me a hundred dollars, deal?"
"Deal!"
END FLASHBACK
"You actually remember something that happened in grade three?"
"I never forget about people owing me money." Alecia just chuckled, but had a worried look on her face.
"You can't be serious?"
"We pinky promised, you can't break a pinky promise, now fork over my hundred bucks."Then a figurative light bulb appeared over Ashley's head.
"By the way…I just remembered you owe me five bucks." I gave her a puzzled look. "Remember the deal we made?"
FLASHBACK
"…I'll play match maker for you and Link if you give me five bucks."
"Deal."
END FLASHBACK
"You still never paid me back."
"I don't owe you anything!"
"You said you'd get me with Link, and, that's not happening."
"Satisfaction not garneted."
"I want my money back!"
"Services are non refundable…and you," I pointed at Alecia. "…you still owe me a hundred bucks!" That started a chain reaction. Everyone was yelling, then fists started flying, then black eyes showed up, followed by bloody noses and alike. By the time we wore ourselves out, it looked like then end of a Toronto vs. Montréal hockey game. We got up, dusted ourselves of, evilly glared at each other and finally said "…just like old times." I turned to Mewtwo, who was just standing there during the whole fight, looking very disturbed. "Sorry 'bout all that, can ya get us home?" He nodded and teleported us back to the house. "Now be quiet, everyone's still asleep and…" I stared at Alecia's guitar case. "Change of plans! Alecia, how loud can that go?" She looked at the case and grinned.
"As loud as you want." She took her electric guitar out of the case, plugged it into a mini amp she brought along and plugged that into the side of the house. "Cover you ears." She randomly strummed out chords, but they were pretty darn loud chords. In a matter of minutes, the house was empty, the neighbors were up and everyone was pissed off.
"Yup," I thought, "…just like old times."
5 AM
After we got all the introductions out of the way, the girls were talking non stop about their trip up, everything that's happened back home, plus some gossip about people I either didn't know or care about. I was too busy making breakfast, scrambled eggs, for ten odd people to pick up everything. When they asked me something like "Did you hear about…?" I just said "No, tell me." and created an endless string of generic conversation like "Oh? Really? Kk…yup…yes by now!" and alike. "So how'd your tests go?" I interrupted Alecia's speech on 'How Not to Annoy Her While Traveling' with Ashley. They were telling me about how they'd just taken their drivers tests. Alecia was still surprised that I got mine before her. She smiled and pulled out her license. We high fived and 'Boo-ya'-ed. Ashley, on the other hand, just sat there looking upset. "Don't tell me you failed yours." She nodded.
"How was I supposed to know you weren't supposed to run over the safety cones…or the cardboard pedestrians…or the teacher……?"
"You ran over the teacher? Wicked, I always hated that guy! But on to more important matters, you need to get a license. Both of us have ours, it wouldn't be the same. Besides, what would happen if we were too drunk to drive and no one else had a license and we needed a ride home?"
"Don't remind us of that scenario." Mewtwo shivered at the memory. I gave the girls a "don't ask" look.
"I know but, I need practice before I actually get behind the wheel. I tried using the racing games at the arcade but they suck, not to mention they cost too much. Maybe the go-karts would be better." I got an idea.
"That's it! You can practice with my car before you take the test! That way, you can get some real practice in without paying a years salary in quarters! It's foolproof!" The whole room was quite, then everyone burst out in fits of laughter.
"Two things wrong with your 'foolproof' plan…" Ryan pointed out, "One; your car's totaled, two; since your car's totaled and none of us has a car, where are we gonna get one for the Queen of the Underworld to practice with?" Ashley glared at Ryan and he backed off like a frightened puppy. Link smirked and let out a small chuckle, then received his own death glare, making him freeze up on the spot.
"That's what rental cars are for. We'll just rent a car, practice with it for a few hours and then return it, simple as that." Everyone seemed skeptical at first, but eventually they agreed. "Awesome! Just one more problem…the rental place doesn't open till nine." (insert anime style face fault here)
11:30 AM
It took forever, it cost a bit, but we got it. It was a yellow mustang convertible, covered in rust and looked worse off then my old car, but it was the cheapest car we could find. Since it only fit four, me, Alecia, Ashley and Mewtwo got in the car with Ashley driving, me in the front passenger, and Alecia and Mewtwo in the back seats. "Why are you up front?" Alecia asked.
"Because I need to be able to see what Ashley sees as to help her train for her test."
"Besides, no one wants to hear or see you guys making out in the back seats." I slapped Ashley across the face. Then she slapped me, which started a huge fight in the front seat. If the yelling and screaming itself wasn't drawing enough attention, my foot kept hitting the horn and Ashley's foot accidentally took out the left side mirror. It took about twenty minutes for the fighting to stop; afterwards we sat back down and signaled the others that it was safe to come back inside. We slowly pulled out of the lot and were on our way. She was doing good so far. She wasn't speeding, running over anyone, she stopped red lights, she was masterful. Then it got ugly.
"Why don't you try parallel parking?" She nodded and found a spot. She turned in perfectly, or almost perfectly. When she turned in, she hit the bumper of one car, then the front of another. Not two seconds later, sirens were heard in the distance. "Oh snap." She immediately pulled out from between the two dinged up cars (hitting them again) and sped away.
"Don't the cops around here have anything better to do?" Alecia questioned, panicking.
"Nope, if it weren't for me, they'd all be watching game shows and inhaling doughnuts." Everyone's knuckles were white as the car slid around a corner at blinding speed. The sirens grew louder as we swerved in and out of lanes. We were hoping to get back to the lot, return the car and run the BEEP away before the cops could press charges. Everyone was quickly thinking of ways to get to the lot faster. Ashley even got the 'bight idea' of cutting though someone's backyard. She broke down the fence, knocked over a birdbath, almost hit a tree, sent a barbeque flying, which was currently in use, making half a dozen hamburger patties plus half a dozen sausages hit the windshield.
"I CAN'T SEE!" Ashley cried in horror.
"USE THE BLOODY WIPERS!"
"…oh." She clicked the switch to activate the windshield wipers, taking her eyes off the 'road', thus making her break though another backyard. Conveniently, there was a birthday party going on in that same back yard. Seeing the car burst though the fence sent about thirty odd five year olds screaming in shear terror. "Get outta the way! Novice driver coming though!" Luckily all the little kids got up on the patio and away from the car, which had just crashed into the table where the party goers were just sitting, making everything go flying, including soda, chips, cookies, Twizzlers and the birthday cake, all of which hit the windshield. Ashley rapidly dodged airborne presents and swerved out of the yard and back onto the road. Her vision was still blurred by party food and half cooked meat, so in a desperate attempt to clear her view, I hung out the side window trying to scrape some of the gunk off the window with an ice scrapper. After nearly going head first into a couple stop signs, we were almost to the rental lot, then disaster struck. A little ways up from where we were, an old lady with a metal walker was slowly crossing the street. She didn't even notice the speeding mustang convertible nearing her, she just kept walking along. This wasn't going to end well.
"BRAKES!" I hollered, "HIT THE BEEP BEEP BRAKES!" Ashley obviously heard me and gunned the brakes, making me almost fall out the window. The car skidded and groaned to a stop, about three inches from the old lady. Everything stopped for about thirty seconds. The old lady just stared at us, the wipers hummed back and fourth, the sirens stopped (the cops had stopped chasing us, probably because Whammy was on) and everyone in the car stood still with fear and shock. Then, the unexpected happened. The old lady raised her walker, and whammed it though the windshield! Luckily Mewtwo put up a shield so it wouldn't hit us. The glass shattered and millions of shards flew everywhere as all the girls in the car shrieked in fear. She calmly removed her walker from the hole that was the windshield and cracked an evil smile.
"That'll teach ya!" The old lady cackled, and she just kept walking along.
1:30 PM
Instead of driving back to the rental lot, Ashley drove us out to the middle of nowhere. Now besides the rust, it was covered in dents, assorted food items, both side mirrors were gone and the windshield was totaled. "Oh well," I sighed, "it could be worse." Ashley grinned evilly.
"Wanna bet?" She pulled out a bomb that looked suspiciously like one of Links. Everyone nearly pissed their pants. "He gave me one, just incase I needed to…destroy any evidence…wanna see it work?" We all nodded. It wasn't like we could return the car anyway. She nodded and she hastily set the bomb up. Mewtwo formed a shield around us as we counted down. "5…4…3…2…1…" Before we could yell "Happy New Year", the car blew up in a column of fire so high it could be seen from Calgary. We all jumped and cheered as bits of metal and glass went everywhere, scaring the heck out of passers by. All that was left of the yellow mustang convertible was a smoldering pile of rubble and ashes.
"Yup…" I thought, "…just like old times."
KawaiiGameFreak: W00T! RANDOM EXPLOSIONS! Actually, that explosion was dedicated to a friend of mine, Robyn, who sadly moved away to Fort McMuray, we all still miss you. On a happier note, it's Canada Day! Yea (shoots off fireworks that look like the maple leaves)! Happy Canada Day everybody! (P.S: Happy 4th of July to everyone in America, land of the free and home of the really hard to remember national anthem)
