Say what? I have FOUR PARENTS!?, chapter 4
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"Ramona, wake up and get your fat head offa me," I hissed, just waking up in the car.
"Mmm...NO MOMMY DON'T LET FANKIE TAKE MY PANTIES!" Ramona screamed in her sleep, then flopped her head over on the window, muttered something that sounded like "Faggot." and snored. Loudly. I stared at her for a minute with Stella, then we both burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, Ramona," I cried, "YOU'RE the fag!"
"Not...fag..." she muttered. Then she jumped over and Stella screamed, while Ramona is screaming, "MIMPY DIMPY LIMPY CIMPY!" I hit her head, and she grabbed it, whimpered, and shrank back. "Daddy..."
"What? I'm trying to light a smoke," Tre said groggily, also just waking up.
"Ami's hitting me!" Tre turned around and glared at me (or maybe it was because he was just waking up).
"Look, you probably didn't mean anything, and Ramona's an idiot, so don't do too much to her, kay? Least not without me and when I'm not awake."
"DADDY! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME!?" Ramona cried, pulling the puppy-dog face.
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" Mike bellowed. Yeah, he just woke up and hadn't had his coffee yet. "Billie Joe, pull over. I see a Starbucks at 2 o'clock," Billie Joe muttered something and pulled over. Mike went out, and me and Stella followed.
"Whatever has the most caffienne," Mike ordered.
"2 orange Mocha Frappucinos for me," Stella said.
"Something with all the vanilla you have," I said, trying to read the list. Man, this place had nothing against the Starbucks' in England. You could make your own at the one I liked.
"Say what? There's another vanilla freak here?" a girl, 12 or 13, said, looking up from her own drink. "I'm Layla, nice to meet'cha."
"Ami Hatcher, just moved from England, nice to meet you, too," I smiled. Mike glanced over at me. I looked back. "What?"
He muttered something incomprehensible.
"Speak up, chump!" I said, cupping my hand around my ear. Mike lifted his head off the counter.
"LEAVE ME ALONE," he screeched, glaring at me and then flopping his head back on the counter. Layla looked like she was about to have a panic attack.
"Layla? You okay? You look really pale," I said, worried, and, grabbing my newly mixed drink, went over and sat down across from her.
"Yeah, I calmed myself down," Layla laughed. "But..." She looked over at Mike, pointed to him, and looked back at me. "What's up with Mike?"
"He hasn't had his coffee yet," I laughed. "Oh, wait, nevermind, he's getting it now." Just as I said that, Mike downed his first cup in one gulp, then ordered two more and started jogging in place. I raised one of my eyebrows, and so did Layla. "Okaay, Mike, you weirdo."
"Who's that?" Mike said, nodding sharply at Layla.
"I'm Layla McChamber, and I've just run away from my the people who called themselves my parents for nearly 13 years," Layla answered, "And have just befriended Ami here, Mike."
"You're a fan?" Mike said, stopping jogging. "You...aren't a teenie are you? Or a poser?"
"Psh, yeah RIGHT. Would a teenie and/or poser be wearing a Kerplunk! shirt?"
"Hey, then come with us!" Stella said, sipping her drink and walking over. "You can stay with me and Dad! I'd love to have a big sister!"
Layla grinned at her. "If it's alright with your dad, sure."
Stella's eyes lit up and she ran to ask Mike. I saw him nod and Stella jumped up and down and hugged him, then ran back to us. "He said YES!"
I heard the car honk outside and grabbed hold of Stella's and Layla's wrists. "Come on, you two! MIKE! Are you coming or are we leaving your sorry rear?"
"Ugh, coming!" Mike said, grabbing his drinks and quickly following us out the door.
"About time-wait a minute, who's this?" Billie Joe said, eying Layla.
"I'm Layla, nice to meet'cha Billie Joe, Tre, Adie, and everyone else," Layla answered, scooting in next to me.
"Um...I'm really damn squished here," Ramona sqeaked. "What can we do 'bout this 'little' problem?"
"Uncle Tre," Stella said, climbing over me and handing Tre one of the Orange Mocha Frappucinos.
"ORANGE MOCHA! I LOVE YOU STELLA!" Tre swivled around and pecked her on the cheek. Mike glared at him.
"Watch it, Tre, that's my DAUGHTER you're messing with," he snarled at him. Once again my phone rang to Warning-Lexi.
"Lexi?" I answered. "What's up?"
"Oh m-my g-god," Lexi sobbed.
"Lex? What's wrong? Why're you crying?" Everyone in the car went quiet.
"Ron...and Sahara...t-they're..."
"What? Lexi, what happened to Mom and Dad?" I saw Billie Joe and Adie exchange looks.
"T-they're...dead."
"Mmm...NO MOMMY DON'T LET FANKIE TAKE MY PANTIES!" Ramona screamed in her sleep, then flopped her head over on the window, muttered something that sounded like "Faggot." and snored. Loudly. I stared at her for a minute with Stella, then we both burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, Ramona," I cried, "YOU'RE the fag!"
"Not...fag..." she muttered. Then she jumped over and Stella screamed, while Ramona is screaming, "MIMPY DIMPY LIMPY CIMPY!" I hit her head, and she grabbed it, whimpered, and shrank back. "Daddy..."
"What? I'm trying to light a smoke," Tre said groggily, also just waking up.
"Ami's hitting me!" Tre turned around and glared at me (or maybe it was because he was just waking up).
"Look, you probably didn't mean anything, and Ramona's an idiot, so don't do too much to her, kay? Least not without me and when I'm not awake."
"DADDY! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME!?" Ramona cried, pulling the puppy-dog face.
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" Mike bellowed. Yeah, he just woke up and hadn't had his coffee yet. "Billie Joe, pull over. I see a Starbucks at 2 o'clock," Billie Joe muttered something and pulled over. Mike went out, and me and Stella followed.
"Whatever has the most caffienne," Mike ordered.
"2 orange Mocha Frappucinos for me," Stella said.
"Something with all the vanilla you have," I said, trying to read the list. Man, this place had nothing against the Starbucks' in England. You could make your own at the one I liked.
"Say what? There's another vanilla freak here?" a girl, 12 or 13, said, looking up from her own drink. "I'm Layla, nice to meet'cha."
"Ami Hatcher, just moved from England, nice to meet you, too," I smiled. Mike glanced over at me. I looked back. "What?"
He muttered something incomprehensible.
"Speak up, chump!" I said, cupping my hand around my ear. Mike lifted his head off the counter.
"LEAVE ME ALONE," he screeched, glaring at me and then flopping his head back on the counter. Layla looked like she was about to have a panic attack.
"Layla? You okay? You look really pale," I said, worried, and, grabbing my newly mixed drink, went over and sat down across from her.
"Yeah, I calmed myself down," Layla laughed. "But..." She looked over at Mike, pointed to him, and looked back at me. "What's up with Mike?"
"He hasn't had his coffee yet," I laughed. "Oh, wait, nevermind, he's getting it now." Just as I said that, Mike downed his first cup in one gulp, then ordered two more and started jogging in place. I raised one of my eyebrows, and so did Layla. "Okaay, Mike, you weirdo."
"Who's that?" Mike said, nodding sharply at Layla.
"I'm Layla McChamber, and I've just run away from my the people who called themselves my parents for nearly 13 years," Layla answered, "And have just befriended Ami here, Mike."
"You're a fan?" Mike said, stopping jogging. "You...aren't a teenie are you? Or a poser?"
"Psh, yeah RIGHT. Would a teenie and/or poser be wearing a Kerplunk! shirt?"
"Hey, then come with us!" Stella said, sipping her drink and walking over. "You can stay with me and Dad! I'd love to have a big sister!"
Layla grinned at her. "If it's alright with your dad, sure."
Stella's eyes lit up and she ran to ask Mike. I saw him nod and Stella jumped up and down and hugged him, then ran back to us. "He said YES!"
I heard the car honk outside and grabbed hold of Stella's and Layla's wrists. "Come on, you two! MIKE! Are you coming or are we leaving your sorry rear?"
"Ugh, coming!" Mike said, grabbing his drinks and quickly following us out the door.
"About time-wait a minute, who's this?" Billie Joe said, eying Layla.
"I'm Layla, nice to meet'cha Billie Joe, Tre, Adie, and everyone else," Layla answered, scooting in next to me.
"Um...I'm really damn squished here," Ramona sqeaked. "What can we do 'bout this 'little' problem?"
"Uncle Tre," Stella said, climbing over me and handing Tre one of the Orange Mocha Frappucinos.
"ORANGE MOCHA! I LOVE YOU STELLA!" Tre swivled around and pecked her on the cheek. Mike glared at him.
"Watch it, Tre, that's my DAUGHTER you're messing with," he snarled at him. Once again my phone rang to Warning-Lexi.
"Lexi?" I answered. "What's up?"
"Oh m-my g-god," Lexi sobbed.
"Lex? What's wrong? Why're you crying?" Everyone in the car went quiet.
"Ron...and Sahara...t-they're..."
"What? Lexi, what happened to Mom and Dad?" I saw Billie Joe and Adie exchange looks.
"T-they're...dead."
