Yo wat's good party people? Finally I have found a chance to update. It was looking pretty bad for a second I thought I had lost my flash drive with this story saved on it. I wanted to cry that's got the entirety of my school and fiction work on it. Luckily there were no tears, at least not until I beat up my brother for having it (jk I wouldn't hurt a fly) but I digress I give you chapter three of Dangerous Game
Please read, enjoy, and review. Thank you.
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Sam's POV
We walk the aisles and I fill the cart with my favorite foods. Good thing I just got paid because I had a feeling I was going to have to help out with the tab on this trip. On top of that there is still the task of finding a date for Spencer.
"What about the lady that works the register?"
"Sam!! She's like seventy five years old!!"
"Not the express lane." I shook my head at my friend's dramatics. "Register five."
"She's not bad but she does this weird thing with her eye." What weird thing is she talking about, "Haven't you ever noticed how her eye twitches. I saw it once; when she got in a fight with her boss." She shudders as she thinks about it, "that eye moved for fifteen minutes after the fight was over."
Ewww, "Okay what about…" As I scan the store I see our old teacher Miss Ackerman, "Carly look over there." I frantically tug on Carly's sleeve
"Don't pull my arm off Sam I'm right…" Her voice trails as she sights the slightly obsessed and extremely insane ex-teacher. "When did she get out of jail?"
"I don't know but I think we should hurry up and get out of here." We rush our cart to the check out counter. Darned grocery store. Why is it so crowded on a Thursday? Apparently I wasn't the only one who had just gotten paid. At this rate it is only a matter of time before…
"Hi Carly, Sam." Her tone is ridiculously cheery… especially for someone to be talking to the people responsible for sending her to jail. "It's been ages since I've seen you two… or anyone for that matter." Her voice grew darker on that last sentence.
"Sorry about that Ms. Ackerman, but it had to be done." Carly started off in some sort of explanation that I was sure was going to get one of us killed by this obviously, unstable woman. "You were giving Freddie a hard time and you made me and Freddie do Jumping Jacks and you made Sam wash your car and you kept calling me sassy and I'm not sassy just very opinionated and …" I had to stop Carly before she blew a gasket.
"Look here you crazy woman, we sent you to jail because you were getting on everyone's nerves. We're also quite certain that you may be clinically insane." I couldn't resist doing this to her I didn't like that woman at all. "I stand by my previous statement YOU… ARE… OFF… YOUR… NUT!!!" this garnered stares from the shoppers. They must think that I care that they are looking at me.
Surely enough in true crazy fashion she ignored everything I said and acted as if nothing was ever said at all. "So how has Spencer been since I've last seen him."
I look over at Carly and she frantically shakes her head with a look of fear plastered across her face. "He's been fine." I reply with a grin, "completely trauma free." It seemed like the appropriate thing to say except for the fact that it was a lie… but she didn't have to know that.
Our cart made it to the register. Carly quickly put everything on the conveyor belt. Ms. Ackerman continued to talk to me as if I were interested in anything that she had to say. "So has Spencer asked about me while I was gone?" Something was seriously wrong with this lady. Carly signaled that she was ready so it was time to end this tedious conversation.
"Look Ms. Ackerman… its some guys in black suits with badges on their…" Bingo.
"I'M NEVER GOIN BACK YA HEAR!! NEVEEEEEEEEEER!" She runs out of the store laughing like a maniac. What was even weirder was that at least ten other people also ran from the store. Priceless. Time to go and get me some food.
"That was close Eh Carls?"
"A little too close for my liking. Oh before I forget… You owe me $98.40 for your part of the grocery bill." What is she talking about?
"There's no way it's that much."
"Here." I take the evil slip of paper, "Take a look."
"I need a…"
"Here." The ever prepared Shay is holding out a calculator.
I punch in the numbers and… "Chizz, Chizz, a thousand times Chizz." I should've known it would be that high when I actually needed a calculator in the first place. Like I said it's a good thing I got paid.
"Wow Sam; the last time you were this upset was when you had to sit through Freddie's computer lecture." Yeah I still remember it. "If I remember correctly you vowed that day to never take another computer class in your life." I did, "and how many computer classes do you and Freddie have this year?" I was hoping she would've forgotten. What can I say? I didn't sleep through his lecture and it got me interested in computers. There's that sly smile she gets when she thinks she knows something.
"Two." This is why they're my friends. Freddie always fights back. Carly always wins. That silly smile is still on her face though. "What's so funny?"
"Nothin'." Maybe she does know something. I'm on to you Carly Shay.
"Let's go home. Mama's hungry."
"Ok, Ok, were going, were going." She giggles and leaves the parking lot. Finally. "Please try to make it last a little longer than a week."
"No promises kid. No promises."
Freddie's POV
I've been in my room for one hour… or two hours… I don't know. I don't really care.
Come on Freddie shake it off. I can't stay in my room forever but I gotta find something to do.
Is that a text message? Hm. It's from Gibby.
YO-YO
Im throwin a party this weekend
I need ur help
Meet me at the groovy smoothie at 9
"DoinMyThang"
What a strange signature. Ok I could get into that. Crap, I forgot; there's an emergency AV-club meeting at Shane's. Oh speak of the devil.
Wat up
Had 2 cancel da meeting 2nite
computer's busted
*UndercoverDork*
Hm… that was weird. Oh well. Normal isn't exactly the way things go for me so I shouldn't be surprised. Ok. Aw man. It's already starting to get dark. My mom won't let me leave the house after dark if it doesn't concern school. Oh well… better tell Gibby I won't be able to… Who's this one from?
Hi sweetie
Mommy's got to work late
dinner's in the fridge
tick lotion is on the counter
remember to check yourself for leg hair
I'll be back at 12
^^LuvMyFreddieBear^^
Ok well looks like I'm in the clear just gotta make sure I don't run into… Don't tell me
Hi
U'll never guess wat's happenin
me and sam r stuck at the store
we ran into ms ackerman
she still insane
'DaPrissiest'
Touché, magic cell phone. I'll ask Carly about that later, but as of right now I have to get outta here before they get home.
Where is Gibby? It's 9… There he is. I wonder how long before he takes his shirt off. It's just one of those certainties of High School. Where there's a geek there's a bully to torment him, as long as geeks exist; "cool" kids will have their homework, and Gibby, if he has a shirt on to begin with, will eventually lose it. This is, I suppose, the natural order of things. I don't question it because I'm not sure if I want to know the reason Gibby hates wearing his shirt.
"What's up Freddie, my man?"
"What's up Gibby?"
"Nothin man, just gettin this little shindig together." Shindig? "How bout we talk business over a smoothie?" Business? Wow, he's really taking this shindig seriously.
"Alright am I paying or you?"
"No worries my man I got it. YO T-BO!" He summons the waiter.
"What ya'll need?"
"I need my smoothie and Freddie will have…" He looks over at me,
"Umm… I don't know. What's new T-bo?" I ask the waiter.
"We have: Waterberry Wallop and Bangin' Banana-Berry Bash." They must be experimenting with berries this week. Last week the experimental fruit was mango.
"I'll try the Wallop."
"Cool I'll be back with your smoothies." The dreadlocked waiter left our table.
"So Gibby about your party…" I figure that while we wait we can get something done.
"Not until the smoothies get here Freddie." I quirk an eyebrow. "I work better with smoothie in my stomach." I can appreciate that.
"Ok, so tell me, how do you always have a smoothie reserved for you?" I had to know. Once there was a malfunction with the smoothie machine and all of the blenders. Nobody could get a smoothie. Then Gibby strolls in and yells. 'YO T-BO, YOU GOT MY SMOOTHIE?' Sure enough T-bo disappears and comes back with a large smoothie and hands it to Gibby.
"Well, I work as an official taste tester for the new smoothies. You made a good choice with the Waterberry wallop. The Banana-Berry Bash is a little heavy on the banana. Anyway, there's a clause in my contract that says that during business hours, normal or otherwise, a smoothie has to be ready whenever I want it. I'm limited to two smoothies a week." I've never heard of anything like that, that must've taken some pretty good negotiating to get a deal like that.
"Sounds like a sweet deal."
"True dat!" we bumped knuckles. Then T-bo comes back.
"Your smoothies will be ready soon. While you wait can I interest you in a pretzel? Only one dollar."
"No thanks." Wait for it.
"I sell you the whole stick… six fifty."
"Man will you… wait, six fifty?" that's weird "Why do these cost more than the bagels?"
"Took longer to make. So what's up man, we got a deal or not?"
"No, T-bo." That seems to have gotten rid of him, but he'll be back… He always comes back… He better come back I haven't gotten my smoothie yet.
"So Freddie…" Gibby's making small talk. I hope this isn't about… "… Word on the street is that you got herpes." Word on the street? Where is he getting this from?
"No Gibby that is a lie. Sam started that rumor and told Kayla Stevens." All Gibby can do is shake his head. When Sam is involved that's all anyone can do.
"Tough break man…" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card, "Here is my therapist's card. She specializes in trauma of the "Sam" kind." I took the card.
I don't really need therapy. For the most part, I can take most of what Sam dishes out. It was still a kind gesture though.
"Here are your smoothies." Finally now we can get this thing started.
I take a sip and decide to go first. "So you're throwin a party this weekend?"
"Yep."
"What's it for?"
"Well last Wednesday Jeremy bet me that I couldn't go a week without takin my shirt off. I accepted and now that it's over I'm celebratin'" I could understand that.
"Ok so what do you need me to do?"
"Well I'm going to need some tech stuff set up around the party. I figured that either you'd have it or you'd know somebody who could get it for me. "
"Well, if it's tech you want, I'm your guy." I know it sounds kind of arrogant but what can I say, I am the guy. "What do ya need?"
"Well I want this thing to be huge. I also want it to be memorable. I need lights, cameras, I got some guys building a stage and I need your AV connections to get the microphones, speakers, and amps, I can pay you and any others you will use, and you will be in charge. What do you say?"
Wow. This certainly is a lot just for an 'I get to go shirtless' party. "So all I'm supplying is: the camera equipment, the lights, and the sound equipment?" I should be able to get all of that stuff. "When would I be setting the whole thing up?"
"The stage will be done tomorrow by the time school lets out. You don't have any classes after lunch do you?"
"No."
"Good then we'll start after lunch tomorrow."
"Okay I just gotta send for some help and check on the sound equipment."
Hey
We got a job
we'll need 2 use ur van and
we also gotta get Jeremy and Wesley
$TechMasterFreddie$
Now we wait, Hold on… "Where did you get enough money to pay all of these people?"
"I've got taste testing jobs all over the city and they all have free food clauses so I save a lot of money on food." Gibby has this thing set up pretty nicely. Gibby is a negotiating genius… that's where all of his brain power goes. What's taking him so long to…
Wat up
Ok
just let me know when u need the stuff
I can get Jeremy but Wesley lives closer 2 u
*UndercoverDork*
Ok looks like we're all set.
Hey
We begin setup tomorrow after lunch
Meet at Gibby's house.
c u then
$TechMasterFreddie$
"Ok Gibby we're all set Just one more thing…" Gibby now has his shirt off and he's rubbing his body against the display case. "Gibby what are you doing?"
"My thaaang." Oh… that explains his signature. It's still strange though.
"Gibby we should discuss payment."
"I've got a better idea…" He returns to the table. "How about I pay you after I see your work?"
"I can live with that but there will be a slight fee for gas and transportation of our equipment."
"What do you guys normally get?"
"Well, usually we have to travel far to get to where we have to go but since you live closer I'm thinking that 150 should cover it and if you're unsatisfied with our work we'll give everything that wasn't used for gas. Since we don't have to travel that far to get to your house the money you'll receive as a refund would be substantial."
"Freddie you got a deal." We shake hands and make it official. "T-Bo, kick up the tunes." In true Gibby form he hops up on the table and starts to dance."
I think I'm gonna go ahead and pay for my smoothie anyway.
I relish this moment, it's the first business meeting that any of us have attended on our own. It's almost surreal. Its 11 o'clock I should get home. It's been a long day. At least it wasn't all bad.
"Sure you don't want a pretzel?" Man you gotta admire his persistence.
"You know what? I'm gonna take you up on that offer."
"Whole stick six fifty." I hand him the money and he gives me the stick of pretzels.
As I walk home with a stick of pretzels I'm left to review my day. I may have lost the entirety of any hope I ever had for a social life. I may have just pushed one of my best friends away from me forever. I just got our tiny little production company the biggest job it's ever had. Now I'm headed home, but as I walk home with my stick full of pretzels I can't help but think that this was a nice break from this mess I've gotten myself into.
But I see her… my tormentor, my plague, my own personal demon, and as I see her walk off and look in my direction… It hits me.
As nice as the break was, that's all it was… a break, and at this very moment when our eyes meet, when I walk away from her, when I keep myself from looking back at her, when I feel her eyes as she watches me, when I feel a tear form in my eye, and I feel the hot stinging stream that the aforementioned tear leaves as it rolls down my face, I know that the break's over.
Well there you have it. I won't take up too much of your time, just a couple of notes.
I always felt that Gibby would be the type to throw a party simply because he was able to be shirtless even further to the point that he would do it simply because it gives him an excuse to be shirtless. So being a fanfic writer, I've projected my thoughts into my story.
I wrote this a day before they aired iSpeed Date where I live. To my complete and utter surprise my suspicions of Gibby being and "undercover mack" turned out to be true. Go figure so I will eventually work that into my story too. That might be in one of these filler type chapters but I'm still undecided as to where I'm gonna put it. I just thought it was funny that one of my suspicions turned out to be true.
Thank you guys for reading my story. Review if you want to (I hope you do), if not thanks for reading anyway I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it
Until next post (update), Deuces
KL21