Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2011 19:23:17 GMT -5
So, I had a bit of a tragedy today, but this perked me up a bit. I hope you enjoy.
“Keith…” Damian said his name with the utmost anxiety in his voice. “It’s getting pretty late…”
“Is it?” Keith looked at the setting sun with satisfaction. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah, we really ought to be heading back, Sharon will get worried.”
“Oh please,” Keith laughed. “Sharon will be fine, don’t you want to adventure in good old…” He paused with a puzzled face. “Where are we?”
“Ohio.” He rolled his eyes before looking about uneasily. “And I guess…but aren’t we supposed to leave tonight?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Keith said. “Come on, stop worrying!” He hooted. “Let’s go get another pint, then we’ll head back to the hotel.”
“No, no,” Damian tugged out his cell phone and glanced at the time. “I’m sure Sharon said we needed to meet back at the bus,”
“Nah,” Keith shrugged. “It’s fine. Here, gimme your cell phone, I’ll text her.”
“Oka…wait. Where’s your phone?” The teenager asked suspiciously.
“back at the hotel, dummkopf!” Keith snapped, smacking the boy upside the head and snatching is phone in the same instant. He pounded on the keys for a minute. “Now, if we’re meant to go back, she’ll text us.”
“Well…okay.” Damian agreed.
“Now, off for that pint!” Keith smiled and led Damian ahead of him, while slipping the phone nonchalantly into his pocket, not before, of course, secretly setting it to silent.
~The Next Day~
“Boys!” Sharon called, pushing the tour bus door open. “Come on, we’re in…” She glanced out the window at the snow. “Sunny Baltimore. Get up, time to get started with the day!” She said with a chipper hype.
“Ugh…” four men rolled from their bunks, eyes bloodshot to the early morning sun that shone through the thick downfall of snow.
“Okay, let’s get-” She cut off with a gasp. “Where is Damian?!”
Ryan looked at the boys bunk only to find it empty and still made. “I’m not sure.”
“What are we…Keith.” She turned to the blonde surfer, who was covering his mouth to keep in fits of hysteric giggles. “Where is he?”
~Back in Ohio…~
Damien had woken early and bounded out of his room and across the hall to Keith’s. “Come on Keith!” He pounded on the door. “You promised guitar less…”
The door flew open to reveal a green face.
“AGH!!!” Damian shoved off the doorframe and fell to the floor in a heap. “K-Keith?!”
The woman pushed forward, to desecrated cucumbers in her palm which she squeezed in anger. Her face was covered in a mushy green goo, and her hair was pinned back into hot pink curlers. “Do I look like a Keith to you?!” She snarled stepping forward.
“No ma’am!” Damian backed up more as she began to pursue him. “No, I’m sorry, I—KEITH!!!”
One thought ran through Damian’s head as he raced down the hall. That he hated Keith. Well…rather that he would try to, until he came back to get him, and the brotherhood repaired…if he came back to get him that was.
THE END
“Keith…” Damian said his name with the utmost anxiety in his voice. “It’s getting pretty late…”
“Is it?” Keith looked at the setting sun with satisfaction. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah, we really ought to be heading back, Sharon will get worried.”
“Oh please,” Keith laughed. “Sharon will be fine, don’t you want to adventure in good old…” He paused with a puzzled face. “Where are we?”
“Ohio.” He rolled his eyes before looking about uneasily. “And I guess…but aren’t we supposed to leave tonight?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Keith said. “Come on, stop worrying!” He hooted. “Let’s go get another pint, then we’ll head back to the hotel.”
“No, no,” Damian tugged out his cell phone and glanced at the time. “I’m sure Sharon said we needed to meet back at the bus,”
“Nah,” Keith shrugged. “It’s fine. Here, gimme your cell phone, I’ll text her.”
“Oka…wait. Where’s your phone?” The teenager asked suspiciously.
“back at the hotel, dummkopf!” Keith snapped, smacking the boy upside the head and snatching is phone in the same instant. He pounded on the keys for a minute. “Now, if we’re meant to go back, she’ll text us.”
“Well…okay.” Damian agreed.
“Now, off for that pint!” Keith smiled and led Damian ahead of him, while slipping the phone nonchalantly into his pocket, not before, of course, secretly setting it to silent.
~The Next Day~
“Boys!” Sharon called, pushing the tour bus door open. “Come on, we’re in…” She glanced out the window at the snow. “Sunny Baltimore. Get up, time to get started with the day!” She said with a chipper hype.
“Ugh…” four men rolled from their bunks, eyes bloodshot to the early morning sun that shone through the thick downfall of snow.
“Okay, let’s get-” She cut off with a gasp. “Where is Damian?!”
Ryan looked at the boys bunk only to find it empty and still made. “I’m not sure.”
“What are we…Keith.” She turned to the blonde surfer, who was covering his mouth to keep in fits of hysteric giggles. “Where is he?”
~Back in Ohio…~
Damien had woken early and bounded out of his room and across the hall to Keith’s. “Come on Keith!” He pounded on the door. “You promised guitar less…”
The door flew open to reveal a green face.
“AGH!!!” Damian shoved off the doorframe and fell to the floor in a heap. “K-Keith?!”
The woman pushed forward, to desecrated cucumbers in her palm which she squeezed in anger. Her face was covered in a mushy green goo, and her hair was pinned back into hot pink curlers. “Do I look like a Keith to you?!” She snarled stepping forward.
“No ma’am!” Damian backed up more as she began to pursue him. “No, I’m sorry, I—KEITH!!!”
One thought ran through Damian’s head as he raced down the hall. That he hated Keith. Well…rather that he would try to, until he came back to get him, and the brotherhood repaired…if he came back to get him that was.
THE END