Nobody Is Perfect, chapter 2
The doorbell rang and Whatsername got up off of her bed and closed the book she was reading. She opened the door to her room and walked to the front door. Opening it, she saw the sad face of Jesus of Suburbia with his bag. She looked up at him and pointed to the bag.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Uh, a bag."
"Well duh! I know it's a bag but why do you have it?"
"Don't ask that question when you already know the answer to it. I'm leaving! Remember? I told you and Brad at that park about an hour ago."
"Are you still thinking about leaving?"
Jesus of Suburbia nodded.
"Whatever. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to, now are you gonna let me in?"
Whatsername stepped to the side to let Jesus of Suburbia through the door. The two walked down the hall and into Whatsername's room. Jesus of Suburbia set his bag down and sat in the small beanbag chair by the bed. Whatsername sat on the bed and looked around the room.
"Come with me," said Jesus of Suburbia.
Whatsername looked over at her boyfriend and her eyes widened.
"What? You want me to come with you to Vegas? Why? This is your choice and I'm not a part of it."
"Please! Just come with me! Brad can come too; we just have to ask him! Let's call him," replied Jesus of Suburbia as he picked up the phone on the small desk.
"No! I don't want to! I'm staying here with Brad and that's it!" Whatsername cried.
Jesus of Suburbia started to dial the numbers on the phone and listened for someone to pick up while Whatsername tried to knock it out of his hands and hang up.
"Hello?" asked Brad.
"Ha! He picked up the phone before you could grab it from me!" yelled Jesus of Suburbia.
"What? Who is this?" asked Brad.
"Shut up and give me the phone!" screamed Whatsername.
"Would you tell me what is going on please?" shouted Brad.
Jesus of Suburbia put the phone to his ear and stuck his tongue out at Whatsername.
"It's Jesus you moron! Now, I want to ask you an important question. Do you want to come with me and Whatsername to Vegas?"
Brad was quiet for a while, probably thinking of his answer.
"Uh... I'll go!"
Whatsername could hear Brad's reply and she smacked Jesus of Suburbia in the back of the head.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered in an angry tone.
"Sshh!" whispered Jesus of Suburbia, lifting a finger to his lips. "Come to Whatsername's house and don't tell anybody!"
"Okay! I won't!" said Brad.
The two hung up and Jesus of Suburbia looked over at Whatsername with a smile.
"We're leaving!" he cheered, jumping up and down, "Are you going?"
"No and I don't know why you are all coming to my house. You can't stay here over night you know." she sneered.
Jesus of Suburbia sighed and sat back down in the chair still grinning ear to ear.
"We're leaving and I can't believe it," he repeated.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Uh, a bag."
"Well duh! I know it's a bag but why do you have it?"
"Don't ask that question when you already know the answer to it. I'm leaving! Remember? I told you and Brad at that park about an hour ago."
"Are you still thinking about leaving?"
Jesus of Suburbia nodded.
"Whatever. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to, now are you gonna let me in?"
Whatsername stepped to the side to let Jesus of Suburbia through the door. The two walked down the hall and into Whatsername's room. Jesus of Suburbia set his bag down and sat in the small beanbag chair by the bed. Whatsername sat on the bed and looked around the room.
"Come with me," said Jesus of Suburbia.
Whatsername looked over at her boyfriend and her eyes widened.
"What? You want me to come with you to Vegas? Why? This is your choice and I'm not a part of it."
"Please! Just come with me! Brad can come too; we just have to ask him! Let's call him," replied Jesus of Suburbia as he picked up the phone on the small desk.
"No! I don't want to! I'm staying here with Brad and that's it!" Whatsername cried.
Jesus of Suburbia started to dial the numbers on the phone and listened for someone to pick up while Whatsername tried to knock it out of his hands and hang up.
"Hello?" asked Brad.
"Ha! He picked up the phone before you could grab it from me!" yelled Jesus of Suburbia.
"What? Who is this?" asked Brad.
"Shut up and give me the phone!" screamed Whatsername.
"Would you tell me what is going on please?" shouted Brad.
Jesus of Suburbia put the phone to his ear and stuck his tongue out at Whatsername.
"It's Jesus you moron! Now, I want to ask you an important question. Do you want to come with me and Whatsername to Vegas?"
Brad was quiet for a while, probably thinking of his answer.
"Uh... I'll go!"
Whatsername could hear Brad's reply and she smacked Jesus of Suburbia in the back of the head.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered in an angry tone.
"Sshh!" whispered Jesus of Suburbia, lifting a finger to his lips. "Come to Whatsername's house and don't tell anybody!"
"Okay! I won't!" said Brad.
The two hung up and Jesus of Suburbia looked over at Whatsername with a smile.
"We're leaving!" he cheered, jumping up and down, "Are you going?"
"No and I don't know why you are all coming to my house. You can't stay here over night you know." she sneered.
Jesus of Suburbia sighed and sat back down in the chair still grinning ear to ear.
"We're leaving and I can't believe it," he repeated.
