Chapter Three: The Man With the Mustache
"What's so funny?" I asked seriously as Gibby continued to laugh and a smile spread across Freddie's face.
"This is your car?" Freddie said, which triggered another loud chuckle from Gibby.
"Well, actually, it's Sasha's…" I replied, taking a look at the pink mini coupe. Gibby finally managed to stop laughing to chip in.
"How do you fit in that?"
"Well, I just scrunch my legs up a little and then I -That's not the point!" I yelled. Freddie and Gibby choked back more giggles. "Look, we have to go, so get in!"
"Why don't we take my car?" Freddie managed to say.
"Well, why don't we" I said in a mocking voice. Freddie shook his head in amusement, and led me and Gibby to his black corolla.
"Shotgun!" Gibby cried and bowled over me as he leapt into the front passenger side. I spun around and then threw my arms out wide.
"Dude!" I said and shot Gibby a quizzical look. I went to open the door, but Gibby hit the power locks before I could.
"Sorry, man. Too slow" Gibby said through a smile.
"Just get in the back, Spencer.. We're already late." Freddie said. I got into the back seat in a huff, and after several tries, finally got my seatbelt on.
"Everyone ready?" Freddie asked me and Gibby.
"If you can call it that" I said, pouting.
"Let's do this thang! AOOWW!" Gibby exclaimed, pounding on the dash. Freddie just stared.
"Oooookay." is all Freddie said, and then we were off. Deluxe Tux was about ten minutes away, and Gibby's attention span goes the extent of thirty seconds, so soon we were listening to Cuttlefish on the radio. Gibby found it appropriate to take his shirt off, stick his head out the window, and sing along to the his favorite song. So I did the only thing to do in that situation: joined in.
Which reminds me, I'd like to apologize for those two sweet old ladies beside us at that stoplight. I wish you never had to see that.
We pulled up to Deluxe Tux shortly, much to Gibby's disappointment (we had just gotten to his favorite part of the song). We piled out of the car and into the tuxedo store where we were greeted by a well-dressed man with one of the most awesome mustaches I had ever had the pleasure to witness. It looked like he belonged in a barbershop quartet; I couldn't help but stare in awe.
"Welcome to Deluxe Tux" the man said, then looked at me. "If there's anything I can do for you, just ask" he said slowly. His gaze then fell to Gibby, who was still shirtless. "Like a shirt, perhaps?"
"Hey" Gibby said, taking a step forward. "You got a problem with skin?" The man looked at Gibby, unsure of what to do. He looked at Freddie, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
"We're here to pick up a tux" Freddie finally broke in. The man nodded in understanding, then went to a desk and picked up a clipboard.
"Name?"
"Fredward Benson"
"Can I touch your mustache" I blurted out. Freddie, Gibby and the man looked at me. I shrank back a little. "I'll just go wait in the car" I said, and headed for the door. Before I got there, Gibby cut me off.
"Oh , no you don't. I know what you're up to."
"I just wanted to-"
"You just wanted the front seat. But that's Gibby's seat" Gibby said, pointing to himself with both thumbs. I returned his glare for a moment, then turned away and moved over next to Freddie. I looked at the man with the mustache.
"I will behave"
Freddie looked at me and rolled his eyes. He went back to talking to the man again, but I didn't hear anything of what they were saying because…well, because I was having another flashback. Jeez, not again….