Turtles. (Not a story about turtles), chapter 6
"The.... Malllllllll," Mike said, lamely, opening two doors to the mall and earning himself weird looks from the 3 others.
"Mike..... Uglyyyy," Billie Joe said, trying to be funny and failing miserably. Tre seemed to think they were pure amateurs.
"Shut... Upppp," Tre said to them, mocking them both. The others of them were obviously so pathetic that TRE beat them at their own game. Shame...
"Sooo April Bobapril, where do you wanna go?" Tre asked April, redirecting the attention to her.
"How am I really supposed to know? I just, you know, haven't been here yet," she said, with a sarcastic tone.
Mike nodded. "Oh yeah, that's right."
Billie Joe shook his head, snorting at Mike. "You know, we can go into that ladies shop," he suggested, pointing at a old woman store, then cracking up, hysterically, him and Tre high-fiving.
Tre stopped his dolphin-on-coke laughing. "We COULD go and buy real clothes, though. Except for the fact that we're all poor and April's rich."
She opened her mouth, in shock. "I'm not rich!" she said, exaggerating the word 'rich' like it was a filthy, nasty, obscene thing.
"Dude," Tre started with a grin, "Chill the fuck out before I make you."
She threw her hands out. "I'm not even going to ask how you'd make me because I know that it would be something quite nasty."
Billie Joe and Mike giggled to each other. April put her hands on her thin hips. "What the fuck are you two buggers laughing about? Did one of you just tell the other he's gay?"
Mike straightened out and signaled Billie Joe to do the same. "Just the way you said nasty..."
Billie Joe cut him off. "..Yeah, like, nawwsty!" he said and cracked up, again. "And by the way, hot girls like you shouldn't use that kind of language?"
She looked at him; amused. "Hot? First, I'm from Indonesia and now I'm hot?"
"Yeah. Hot," he repeated.
She looked away, still amused. "Why?" He asked her, curious. "What do you call 'hot' over in Oxford?"
"Indonesian," she said, with a straight face, trying really hard not to laugh.
He cocked his head. "Indonesian? Is that right?"
"Right as right gets." She said, trying to sound convincing, although they could obviously tell she was lying through her teeth.
Billie Joe raised an eyebrow. "Okaaay. Your call," he said, with a sheepish smile, knowing that she was lying.
***
"Oi, Holly, James, you better get off each other before I make you!" I yelled at the two of them. James turned his blue eyes to me, still kissing Holly. "James, fuck you! You know I didn't mean it like that!" I screeched at him through the hallways. I then felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I made and exaggerated movement with my shoulders and turned around, "YES?" I said, then looked up, seeing it was my principal, Mrs. Chambers.
"Ms. Waters, you best not be using that language with me or you'll get another detention, young lady!" she said, with a flinty voice.
I nodded, pretending I understood where she was coming from. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Chambers, I won't do it again," I told her.
Oddly enough, I ended up in detention that same afternoon with none other than Chambers, herself. "April Waters, you wouldn't think such a pretty and smart young lady would be here in detention so often. I made a face at her. Not so much a face, but a face in my mind.
"Mrs. Chambers, she's not [i]pretty, she's fit!" a boy named Harry Wellington said, earning him a sour face from the teacher.
"Calm down, Mr. Wellington. By the way, this is your fourth day in detention this week, young man. I think it might be about time to call up your parents..." she said to him, referring to his outburst.
"Oi, Mrs. Chambers. Strict rules about calling the parents. Rule #1: Don't do it! You don't want mum to yell at me! And you know how mum yells..." he warned. All that I knew was that his mum and Mrs. Chambers had went to school together, which is utterly creepy to me.
"Yes, I do know how your mother yells and it happens to be quite EFFECTIVE."
"Not on me."
"You're lying like a rug," she said, dryly and forced a cold smile at me, despite her volatile mood agaisnt Harry.[/i]
***
The boys led her into Hot Topic. It was a dark place. She could see Holly finding it scary. "April, this would look HOT on you! H-O-T!" Tre exclaimed.
She looked at it, a small Madonna-esque dress. She wasn't used to the 'punk' look in the United States. For her, it was more 'Oxford Chic'. She could just imagine a million clones wearing that dress. A million of them. She smiled politely, but reluctantly before adding in, "Sorry, I just don't see myself wearing that," she said.
Tre exhaled dramatically. "It's time to show off your quote-unquote Indonesian body, April!"
"I don't know if you're all ready for it," she said, bitterly.
"Oh, we're ready." He said, even adding in a dusty look at the other boys. "Ready as a hurricane."
Mike cut in. "I believe that's not the right metaphor..."
"Michael! Shut up, you don't know anything."
"Fuck! You guys, look, April's looking at clothes!" Billie Joe said, interrupting them as if he just saw Jesus. "You gotta admit, though, Tre. Although she's not Desperately Seeking Susan-esque doesn't mean she doesn't have bad style. She dresses better than half the chicks here."
Tre nodded in agreement. "Better than June. Considering June doesn't dress very well but tries so hard. Yeah and I know, I just wanna see her in something like that," he said, referring to the dress.
Mike shook his head. "You perv."
Tre licked his lips. "That's my middle name."
***
So the night eventually ended with shopping bags, arguments, high-fives and bike swervage.
A night of damn good fun.
***
Later that night, when April got home, she laid on her bed, looking at all of her clothes over and over. She seemed to be the only punk anybody in the States will know who wears polo tops. Just then, the phone rang. April rolled over to the cordless phone, grabbed it and pressed the talk button. "Hello?" she said.
"Heyyy! April!" It was Billie Joe.
"Oh! Hey, man!" she said.
"Man? I'm too Indonesian for 'man'."
"Nah-uh. 'Man' only takes a backseat to one thing; Indonesian."
He snorted. "You're really oddly funny."
"Hell no, I'm not. I can't tell a joke to save my life. Well maybe to save my life....." she said, ending dramatically.
"No, you really make me laugh. Or smile. Whatever."
She blushed. Is he coming on to me? "Uh, thanks?"
Thanks.
Thanks.
The very word can beat the fucking house down.
"Mike..... Uglyyyy," Billie Joe said, trying to be funny and failing miserably. Tre seemed to think they were pure amateurs.
"Shut... Upppp," Tre said to them, mocking them both. The others of them were obviously so pathetic that TRE beat them at their own game. Shame...
"Sooo April Bobapril, where do you wanna go?" Tre asked April, redirecting the attention to her.
"How am I really supposed to know? I just, you know, haven't been here yet," she said, with a sarcastic tone.
Mike nodded. "Oh yeah, that's right."
Billie Joe shook his head, snorting at Mike. "You know, we can go into that ladies shop," he suggested, pointing at a old woman store, then cracking up, hysterically, him and Tre high-fiving.
Tre stopped his dolphin-on-coke laughing. "We COULD go and buy real clothes, though. Except for the fact that we're all poor and April's rich."
She opened her mouth, in shock. "I'm not rich!" she said, exaggerating the word 'rich' like it was a filthy, nasty, obscene thing.
"Dude," Tre started with a grin, "Chill the fuck out before I make you."
She threw her hands out. "I'm not even going to ask how you'd make me because I know that it would be something quite nasty."
Billie Joe and Mike giggled to each other. April put her hands on her thin hips. "What the fuck are you two buggers laughing about? Did one of you just tell the other he's gay?"
Mike straightened out and signaled Billie Joe to do the same. "Just the way you said nasty..."
Billie Joe cut him off. "..Yeah, like, nawwsty!" he said and cracked up, again. "And by the way, hot girls like you shouldn't use that kind of language?"
She looked at him; amused. "Hot? First, I'm from Indonesia and now I'm hot?"
"Yeah. Hot," he repeated.
She looked away, still amused. "Why?" He asked her, curious. "What do you call 'hot' over in Oxford?"
"Indonesian," she said, with a straight face, trying really hard not to laugh.
He cocked his head. "Indonesian? Is that right?"
"Right as right gets." She said, trying to sound convincing, although they could obviously tell she was lying through her teeth.
Billie Joe raised an eyebrow. "Okaaay. Your call," he said, with a sheepish smile, knowing that she was lying.
***
"Oi, Holly, James, you better get off each other before I make you!" I yelled at the two of them. James turned his blue eyes to me, still kissing Holly. "James, fuck you! You know I didn't mean it like that!" I screeched at him through the hallways. I then felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I made and exaggerated movement with my shoulders and turned around, "YES?" I said, then looked up, seeing it was my principal, Mrs. Chambers.
"Ms. Waters, you best not be using that language with me or you'll get another detention, young lady!" she said, with a flinty voice.
I nodded, pretending I understood where she was coming from. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Chambers, I won't do it again," I told her.
Oddly enough, I ended up in detention that same afternoon with none other than Chambers, herself. "April Waters, you wouldn't think such a pretty and smart young lady would be here in detention so often. I made a face at her. Not so much a face, but a face in my mind.
"Mrs. Chambers, she's not [i]pretty, she's fit!" a boy named Harry Wellington said, earning him a sour face from the teacher.
"Calm down, Mr. Wellington. By the way, this is your fourth day in detention this week, young man. I think it might be about time to call up your parents..." she said to him, referring to his outburst.
"Oi, Mrs. Chambers. Strict rules about calling the parents. Rule #1: Don't do it! You don't want mum to yell at me! And you know how mum yells..." he warned. All that I knew was that his mum and Mrs. Chambers had went to school together, which is utterly creepy to me.
"Yes, I do know how your mother yells and it happens to be quite EFFECTIVE."
"Not on me."
"You're lying like a rug," she said, dryly and forced a cold smile at me, despite her volatile mood agaisnt Harry.[/i]
***
The boys led her into Hot Topic. It was a dark place. She could see Holly finding it scary. "April, this would look HOT on you! H-O-T!" Tre exclaimed.
She looked at it, a small Madonna-esque dress. She wasn't used to the 'punk' look in the United States. For her, it was more 'Oxford Chic'. She could just imagine a million clones wearing that dress. A million of them. She smiled politely, but reluctantly before adding in, "Sorry, I just don't see myself wearing that," she said.
Tre exhaled dramatically. "It's time to show off your quote-unquote Indonesian body, April!"
"I don't know if you're all ready for it," she said, bitterly.
"Oh, we're ready." He said, even adding in a dusty look at the other boys. "Ready as a hurricane."
Mike cut in. "I believe that's not the right metaphor..."
"Michael! Shut up, you don't know anything."
"Fuck! You guys, look, April's looking at clothes!" Billie Joe said, interrupting them as if he just saw Jesus. "You gotta admit, though, Tre. Although she's not Desperately Seeking Susan-esque doesn't mean she doesn't have bad style. She dresses better than half the chicks here."
Tre nodded in agreement. "Better than June. Considering June doesn't dress very well but tries so hard. Yeah and I know, I just wanna see her in something like that," he said, referring to the dress.
Mike shook his head. "You perv."
Tre licked his lips. "That's my middle name."
***
So the night eventually ended with shopping bags, arguments, high-fives and bike swervage.
A night of damn good fun.
***
Later that night, when April got home, she laid on her bed, looking at all of her clothes over and over. She seemed to be the only punk anybody in the States will know who wears polo tops. Just then, the phone rang. April rolled over to the cordless phone, grabbed it and pressed the talk button. "Hello?" she said.
"Heyyy! April!" It was Billie Joe.
"Oh! Hey, man!" she said.
"Man? I'm too Indonesian for 'man'."
"Nah-uh. 'Man' only takes a backseat to one thing; Indonesian."
He snorted. "You're really oddly funny."
"Hell no, I'm not. I can't tell a joke to save my life. Well maybe to save my life....." she said, ending dramatically.
"No, you really make me laugh. Or smile. Whatever."
She blushed. Is he coming on to me? "Uh, thanks?"
Thanks.
Thanks.
The very word can beat the fucking house down.
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