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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 19:49:59 GMT -5
Okie day! Happy reading!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 20:09:32 GMT -5
PART FIVE: In which Chris's dad makes a phone call and Chris gets to know Mike and Tre better The next morning came fairly quickly. I popped in some random CD (which ended up being The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack) and got dressed. It was summer vacation, and I didn't normally wake up at 6 in the morning, but I guess it was hard to sleep because I was in a strange place or whatever. I never sleep long when I'm in a place that I'm not used to. I hummed along to the Time Warp as I dug through all my clothes and found a pair of black shorts and an old Offspring shirt. I lay them across my bed and took a shower. After showering, brushing my teeth, and continuing with the morning routine, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Dad was on the phone. "I know it's hard. But you just can't open your mouth about it. Okay?" he said as I walked into the kitchen. He smiled at me, then said, "I have to go. I'll see you later." "Who was that?" I asked as he hung up. "This woman Barbara from work," he said. "Barbara, eh? And what is it she can't open her mouth about?" I reached into a cabinet and grabbed a granola bar. "Well, promise not to tell?" "Who would I tell, Dad?" I asked. "True," he chuckled. "Well, she and I have been sort of dating. And you're not supposed to date people in the office cause it fucks things up." "I understand," I said, winking at him and opening the granola. "Gotta get to work," he said, kissing me on the forehead and rushing out the door. "Bye, Dad," I said through my mouthful of granola.
"Hold on!" I called as the doorbell rang later that afternoon. I jumped off the couch and rushed over to the door. Standing there was Billie, Mike and Tre. "I was wondering if you could babysit," Billie said. "Babysit?" "Shut up!" Mike said, shoving Billie. "Sorry," Billie laughed. "I have this family ordeal I have to go to and I was wondering if you could occupy the troops." He pointed to the two behind him. "Sure," I said, and Mike and Tre came in. Billie proceeded to tell me whom I should call in case of an emergency, as if I was babysitting a couple of two year olds. Once Billie left, Tre, Mike and I went into the living room, where I had been before. Jerry Springer was on. Some redneck couple was arguing because the guy (who had no teeth) was cheating on the woman, who was really quite obese. "I say we go on this show," Tre suggested. "The three of us. And we just pretend we have some problem. Like Chris and I are cousins, but we've fallen madly in love, but Mike, Chris's brother, is jealous because he loves her too." "Ew," I laughed. "Sounds like a plan," Mike said. I laughed, not thinking he was serious or anything. But at the commercial, when they showed the number to call if you wanted to be on the show, Mike snatched the phone and dialed. I muted the TV and shook my head at him as he waited. "Yes? This that Jerry Springer show?" he asked, throwing on the best hick accent he could. "Well, my name's Charlie Faucks and I'm calling cause I want to be on your show. My scenario? Well, my sister Daisy and my cousin Brad, well, they're in love. Uh huh. Well see, I like her too. Yes, my sister. We're in California. Where in Cali? We're in Rodeo. My number?" He looked over at Tre who just shrugged, and Mike gave some number that sounded oddly familiar. I later discovered that it was Billie's number. "Alright, thank you," Mike said, hanging up. He turned to us. "They want us to be on their show in a month. What do you guys say? Should we actually do it?" "Are you kidding?" I asked. "Let's do it," Tre said. "Oh God," I laughed. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but okay. Let's go on Jerry Springer." "Well then Daisy, I guess your my cousin and my lover," Tre said, throwing on a very impressive hick accent. "Yes indeedy," I said, trying my best hick accent which royally sucked. Tre and Mike laughed at me, in response to which I chucked my pillow at them.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 20:11:15 GMT -5
Hm, I sense something about that Jenny girl.....And I LOVE LONDON CALLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! london calling is my fav clash cd
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 20:15:42 GMT -5
anway , UPDATE!!!!! ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 20:31:03 GMT -5
PART SIX: In which Tre invents a new nickname for Chris and Jenny won't tell her secret "Impressive," Tre said. He, Mike and I were in my Dad's garage. I was sitting at the drumset, playing a bunch of random stuff while Mike and Tre nodded at each other as if they approved. "Very impressive," Mike agreed. "In fact, if you had still lived here three years ago, you'd be our drummer instead of Tre." "Are you saying she's better than me?" Tre asked. "Yup," Mike sighed. Tre pushed Mike pretty hard at that, and Mike almost fell into an amp. "Guys! Save the fighting for Jerry!" I yelled. The two of them laughed. "Well," Tre said, walking behind the drumset to where I sat. "If you and I are going to be dating, we might as well start acting now, right?" Mike arched an eyebrow and started singing quietly, "Chris and Tre sitting in a tree..." "We're also going to be cousins. Should we pretend we're related as well?" I asked. "Good point," Tre sighed, looking disappointed that his plan had been shot down. "You guys having fun?" asked Billie, who had almost instantly appeared in the driveway. "Hey, Bill," Tre said. "Guess what we're going?" "What?" Billie asked. "We're going to be on Jerry Springer," Mike announced. "Why?" "Because my name is Daisy. And this here's my cousin Brad. He and I are in love. And this is...um...Mike, what was your name again?" "Charlie Faucks." "Right, Charlie Faucks. He's my brother, and he loves me too, so he's jealous of my relationship with Brad," I said. "You people are sick," Billie laughed. "You're not seriously going to be on that show, are you?" "Yeah," Tre said. "Mike called. The show will be calling your house any day to tell us when we'll be on." "Oh God," Billie laughed. "It was his idea," I said, pointing to Tre. "Well, you didn't exactly argue, little red riding hood." "What did you call me?" I asked, turning and facing Tre. "Little Red Riding Hood." "Why? My name is Chris." "But you have red hair." "So? Do you want me to call you blondie from now on?" I questioned. "No..." "Then don't call me that," I snapped, although I knew he would. "Wow, looks like you're having a party." Jenny was walking up my driveway, smiling. "Hey," I said. "Why didn't you bring your boyfriend over?" "Chris!" she whispered, looking at the guys. "You have a boyfriend?" Mike questioned. "Sort of," Jenny sighed. "Who?" Billie asked. "Nobody," she said. "Don't worry about it." "She won't tell me, either," I grunted to the guys. "Jenny's just a big stupid secret keeper." "Am not," she said. "If you knew, you'd understand." "Then tell me." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "We could argue like this all day, Chris. I'm not telling you." "Fine," I growled. Billie and Mike just shrugged. "Well, Daisy, I must be on my way," Tre said with his country accent. He then planted a kiss on my forehead. I could feel my face turning 80 shades of pink. "Don't you touch her, Brad," Mike said with his hick accent. The two pretended to argue and fight as they walked with Billie next door. "What just happened?" Jenny asked. "I'll only explain it if you tell me who your boyfriend is," I said. "Never."
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 20:38:20 GMT -5
lol, tre and mike are so crazy....anyway UPDATE!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 20:53:02 GMT -5
PART SEVEN: In which Chris finds out Jenny's secret and some other stuff happens "You have to swear not to tell a living soul...or a dead one either," Jenny said. She was sitting on the floor of my bedroom underneath my MCR poster. "Wait, you're actually going to tell me?" I asked. "You can't say a word to anyone," she said, looking up at me. I could see the tears welling in her eyes. "Are you okay?" "Just promise you won't tell," she whispered. "I promise." "I'm dating..." She paused, as if for dramatic effect or something. "Just tell me!" I said. It wasn't even curiousity so much anymore. She was crying. Something was wrong. Had this guy done something to her? "Your dad." I just sat there on my bed for a minute. At first I thought she was kidding or pulling one of those "your mom" jokes or something only using my dad instead. But she wasn't. "Oh my God," I whispered. "What?" "God," she sighed, placing her head against the wall. "I can't believe this. I really fucked up." "My dad..." "Yeah," she sighed. "My dad is 42." "I know." "And you're 17." "No kidding," she said, coughing on her tears a bit. "But my dad's dating this woman at work..." "No he's not," she said. "He just told you that. He's a good liar, your dad." "I can't fucking believe this!" I snapped, getting off my bed. "You hate me, don't you?" "You? No, I don't hate you. I hate that stupid pig formerly known as my father. My God! Since when?" "The day you got here," she said. "When he drove me home, we kind of started kissing and things just went from there." "Wait...did you fuck my dad?" "No. Almost, but we stopped." "Ew," I whispered. "God, this is so wrong." "Tell me about it," she sighed. It suddenly seemed ironic that Tre and Mike and I had to make up a situation to go on Jerry Springer when I could just take my dad and his new girlfriend.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 21:03:11 GMT -5
EW........................thats weird.......anyway UPDATE!!!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 21:04:09 GMT -5
Yeah, I knew I would get this kind of reaction. That's kind of why I did it. But I'm writing the next part now.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 21:06:46 GMT -5
Oh...my.....goodness.....what a twist. I like. But that's a wee bit fucked up.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 21:07:22 GMT -5
No...it's more than a wee bit fucked up. It's insanely fucked up.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 21, 2005 21:12:03 GMT -5
lol, anyway please update
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 21, 2005 21:23:33 GMT -5
Hm, you got me there. But cool. You know, ever since I started that story, I say cool way too much.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 21, 2005 21:25:04 GMT -5
PART EIGHT: In which Tre makes a perverted joke (what else is new?) and there's more Ramen "Are you okay?" Tre asked. He and I were having breakfast at Billie's house the morning after Jenny gave me "the news". I was trying to avoid my dad at all costs, since I knew if I saw him I wouldn't be able to think about anything but him and Jenny making out in his car *twitch*. "I'm fine," I lied. "So, did Jerry Springer call?" "Not yet," Tre sighed. "Mike says they'll call tomorrow." "How does he know?" I asked. Tre just shrugged. "Hey, do you think Billie's mom would mind if I crashed here for a while?" "Well, seeing as how she doesn't seem to mind that I do, and she even let Mike live here, she probably wouldn't care. But you live right next door," he said. "I'm kind of trying to avoid my dad." "Why?" asked Tre. "Long story that I promised I wouldn't repeat," I said. "Come on," he said, putting on his best seductive voice. "Tell me. You know you want to." "I do," I said. "But I can't." "Come on," he said again. This time he planted himself on my lap. "You're sitting on me," I said. "I'm aware. Just tell me." "Fine," I sighed, easily caving. "But you can't tell anyone. And as a warning, it'll make you want to vomit." "If it's that time of the month or something, then you don't have to tell me." "No, it's not about that. It's about Jenny," I said. "Oh. What about her?" "I found out who her boyfriend is." "Who is it?" Tre asked. "My dad." "OH MY GOD!" he shouted. "That's an age difference of what, 30 years?" "Just about," I said. "Are you fucking with me?" "No," I said. "Holy shit." "Yeah," I said. "That's why I'm avoiding him." "Can you imagine them having sex?" Tre asked. "Eww," I twitched. "Let's not talk about it." He started chuckling. "Who's your best friend's daddy?" "TRE!" I shouted. I wanted to laugh, but it was all just so wrong. I almost slapped him. "Sorry. Don't hurt me," he begged. "I won't," I said. "You're too cute for me to hurt." "Do you really think so?" he asked, blushing a bit. "Yeah," I said, trying to keep my mind on something else so I wouldn't blush as well. I figured he liked me, but now would not be the time to get into a relationship, especially with the whole Jenny and Dad thing. Just then the phone rang. Tre jumped up and answered it. "Hello? Who? Oh! Yes, this is the Fauck residence. Let me get him." Tre clapped his hand over the mouthpiece. "It's the people from Jerry Springer," he said. "MIKE!" "What?" Mike asked, walking down the stairs. "The Jerry Springer people are on the phone. They want to speak to Charlie." "Holy shit," Mike said, clearing his throat and grabbing the phone. "Hello?" he answered in his hick accent. "Sure, next Saturday sounds good." I smiled at Tre. Maybe this was just what I needed to get my mind off everything else. As Mike made the arrangements with the people on the phone, Tre grabbed some Ramen out of the cabinet and offered some to me. "For breakfast?" I asked. "Ramen in the morning, Ramen in the evening, Ramen at suppertime," he sang. "You want it or not?" "Sure," I laughed. The guys obviously had a thing for Ramen.
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Post by Kill on Jul 21, 2005 21:43:30 GMT -5
Hehehehehehehehehehe! I love it, but I don't know if they should go to Jerry Springer. I hate that show.
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