Disenchanted
Name, Please
By midnight my friend, who I was now calling Slow-Poke, due to her intoxication still coldn't remember her name. She couldn't decide between Ally, Abby, or Addy. She circulated between these 3 for 6 hours. Every now and then she would yell out something random, like Monica. I couldn't help but laugh at her utter confusion, and my shoulder was greeted fondly by her fist each time.
"It's not funny!" She would yell, "It's like something that you know should be there is just locked away." Her sudden somber tine scared me, so I shut up for awhile.
It was midnight when Slow-Poke finally started begging for us to stop for the night. I sort of understood her pain, and we camped about 50 meters from Route Guano. Easy-Access in the morning. Hard to see us from the road... sort of.
I built a campfire and took some clothes out of my bag. After we built our makeshift tent and ate the "food" we call Power Pup, it didn't take long for us to settle down and hit the hay.
I was barely awake, but felt something hovering above me. A light breathing, almost imperceptible.
I opened my eyes really slowly. Nothing was directly above me, but to the side. I tried not to freak out, but after what happened the first night of the fires, I didn't like the feeling of being watched in my sleep.
Sliding my eyes to the right, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Slow-Poke sitting there staring at me with a goofy smile plastered to her face.
She laughed quietly at my apparent discomfort, then quickly ran through what happened last night after I went to bed, "I have a lot to tell you. So, first of all, I never want to eat that sludge again. What was it called? Power Pup? Yeah, I think so. Anyway, I figured out I brought an apple in my little sling bag thingy. I didn't even realize I had it on until after eating your disgusting dog food. Yelch! Anyway, I saved half of it for you," and I was handed a half-eaten apple.
Abbie continued, " Right, so after eating my half of the apple, I started think of my name again. Yeah, I know- Uh oh- Whatever. But it was, like 2 hours that I was laying down, thinking about my name, but I still couldn't remember it. So, when I finally gave up and decided to catch some z's this tired old brain of mine decided to start working, and I finally remembered my name.
"Then, aafter about another 30 minutes of gloating, I started to think about how stupid those pills would make normal people if I couldn't even my own name for 5 whole days..."
"Oh my God! Just tell me your name already!"
"Ok, ok. Sorry. I just got a bit excited..."
"I could tell," I murmured.
She gave me one of those looks like If you don't shut up right now, I will rip your head off. She was so on her period.
"Abby," she spat, "My name is Abby.
I pretended not to care and noncahlantly said, " Shiny name, but, uh, I think I will stick with Slow-Poke." She stood up, blistering with fury.I legitimatley thought I was going to be murdered and I was sitting there poking fun at her. I eventually couldn't even sit up and start rolling on the sand unsuccessfully tried to breathe. Oh god, I thought. I'm laughing at my murderer. This chic is about to ghost me and I'm too busy laughing at her to flee for my life.
After about 5 minutes of mee laughing my face off, I finally settled down. I fluttered my eyes open and noticed that Abby was gettng ready to leave. A smirk crossed her face, " I know I just met you yesterday, but you are really starting to get on my nerves, and I don't think that will stop anytime soon."
"Of course not," I smiled sadistically. I looked up at the sky and it was just starting to lighten. That girl hadn't slept all night, " I think you may have to wait 'til tomorrow to get some sleep. Because we have to leave."
"Yeah I guess," She said, I wouldn't want to run into any Dracs. Ooh, and don't get me started on the Scarecrows..."
I got her started.
"It's not funny!" She would yell, "It's like something that you know should be there is just locked away." Her sudden somber tine scared me, so I shut up for awhile.
It was midnight when Slow-Poke finally started begging for us to stop for the night. I sort of understood her pain, and we camped about 50 meters from Route Guano. Easy-Access in the morning. Hard to see us from the road... sort of.
I built a campfire and took some clothes out of my bag. After we built our makeshift tent and ate the "food" we call Power Pup, it didn't take long for us to settle down and hit the hay.
I was barely awake, but felt something hovering above me. A light breathing, almost imperceptible.
I opened my eyes really slowly. Nothing was directly above me, but to the side. I tried not to freak out, but after what happened the first night of the fires, I didn't like the feeling of being watched in my sleep.
Sliding my eyes to the right, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Slow-Poke sitting there staring at me with a goofy smile plastered to her face.
She laughed quietly at my apparent discomfort, then quickly ran through what happened last night after I went to bed, "I have a lot to tell you. So, first of all, I never want to eat that sludge again. What was it called? Power Pup? Yeah, I think so. Anyway, I figured out I brought an apple in my little sling bag thingy. I didn't even realize I had it on until after eating your disgusting dog food. Yelch! Anyway, I saved half of it for you," and I was handed a half-eaten apple.
Abbie continued, " Right, so after eating my half of the apple, I started think of my name again. Yeah, I know- Uh oh- Whatever. But it was, like 2 hours that I was laying down, thinking about my name, but I still couldn't remember it. So, when I finally gave up and decided to catch some z's this tired old brain of mine decided to start working, and I finally remembered my name.
"Then, aafter about another 30 minutes of gloating, I started to think about how stupid those pills would make normal people if I couldn't even my own name for 5 whole days..."
"Oh my God! Just tell me your name already!"
"Ok, ok. Sorry. I just got a bit excited..."
"I could tell," I murmured.
She gave me one of those looks like If you don't shut up right now, I will rip your head off. She was so on her period.
"Abby," she spat, "My name is Abby.
I pretended not to care and noncahlantly said, " Shiny name, but, uh, I think I will stick with Slow-Poke." She stood up, blistering with fury.I legitimatley thought I was going to be murdered and I was sitting there poking fun at her. I eventually couldn't even sit up and start rolling on the sand unsuccessfully tried to breathe. Oh god, I thought. I'm laughing at my murderer. This chic is about to ghost me and I'm too busy laughing at her to flee for my life.
After about 5 minutes of mee laughing my face off, I finally settled down. I fluttered my eyes open and noticed that Abby was gettng ready to leave. A smirk crossed her face, " I know I just met you yesterday, but you are really starting to get on my nerves, and I don't think that will stop anytime soon."
"Of course not," I smiled sadistically. I looked up at the sky and it was just starting to lighten. That girl hadn't slept all night, " I think you may have to wait 'til tomorrow to get some sleep. Because we have to leave."
"Yeah I guess," She said, I wouldn't want to run into any Dracs. Ooh, and don't get me started on the Scarecrows..."
I got her started.
Notes
Readers,Yes, I know. 3 chapteres and know Killjoys. I can't say there will be any in the next chapter either, but Chapter 5- YIPPEE! See ya then! Love ya'll
MyChemicalWhovian
Shoutout to Bulletproofdisc, my first commenter, and ShadowChaser who will make an appearance in my story. Mostly because I know her and she is the coauthor... So yeah!
10/3/13