Post by snowkitty on May 9, 2007 22:16:29 GMT -5
This is something Xavier and I have been working on. It's not finished yet, but we know exactly where it's going. ^_^ BTW, it's not supposed to be good. It's supposed to be funny. XD
Road Trip: A Collaborated Comedy
"Are we there yet?" My eye twitched as this sentence was again thrown at me.
"No," I said through clenched teeth, "We're not." My hands tightened around the steering wheel.
Ivvie shrugged her shoulders, not even noticing my annoyance. We'd been on the road for a day and I was getting weary. A few minutes passed, then Ivvie started poking me on the arm incessantly.
At first I tried to ignore it, but she would not stop. My face flushed as my irritation grew. I was inches away from turning around and smacking her.
Suddenly, a blur of black appeared out of nowhere, racing across the empty highway. With a death-grip on the wheel, I proceeded to scream my lungs out, Ivvie following suit.
"HIT THE FRICKING BRAKES!!!"
I was petrified. I tried to listen, I really did, but my arms wouldn't move. Wait! Were those my arms?
Suddenly, there were four arms. The wheel spun out of my control. There was a jerk, a feeling of whiplash as the Mustang swerved off the road.
Ivvie cursed and kicked the door of our blue convertible Ford as I leaned over the open hood, choking and coughing on the thick black smoke.
Ivvie poked her head out with that inquisitive look on her face that I hated.
"What are you smoking?" she queried, suspicious look on her face. "And can I have some?"
I raised my head with an irritated glare on my face.
"How can you be joking at a time like this?"
Ivvie cocked her head and repeated, "Joking?"
"Whatever."
"Hey, look at that!"
"I'm not falling for that one again."
"But that one time at the Christmas party was an ACCIDENT! I swear!"
I looked. Against all my better judgment.
Actually, this whole thing was against my better judgment. No one in their right mind would willingly travel with that..."thing".
But when I saw what it was, I was amazed. For once, my friend had done something useful.
"A TRUCK!" I exclaimed.
"I could've told you that."
Like the intelligent, mature person I am, I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Hey ladies. Need a ride?" A deep, husky voice drawled in a Southern accent.
Ivvie drooled at his shiny black hair, hazel eyes, and clean-shaven face.
Mmm.
Cowboy pick-up truck Southern-hick goodness.
"Snap out of it, Crystal," I berated under my breath.
Road Trip: A Collaborated Comedy
"Are we there yet?" My eye twitched as this sentence was again thrown at me.
"No," I said through clenched teeth, "We're not." My hands tightened around the steering wheel.
Ivvie shrugged her shoulders, not even noticing my annoyance. We'd been on the road for a day and I was getting weary. A few minutes passed, then Ivvie started poking me on the arm incessantly.
At first I tried to ignore it, but she would not stop. My face flushed as my irritation grew. I was inches away from turning around and smacking her.
Suddenly, a blur of black appeared out of nowhere, racing across the empty highway. With a death-grip on the wheel, I proceeded to scream my lungs out, Ivvie following suit.
"HIT THE FRICKING BRAKES!!!"
I was petrified. I tried to listen, I really did, but my arms wouldn't move. Wait! Were those my arms?
Suddenly, there were four arms. The wheel spun out of my control. There was a jerk, a feeling of whiplash as the Mustang swerved off the road.
Ivvie cursed and kicked the door of our blue convertible Ford as I leaned over the open hood, choking and coughing on the thick black smoke.
Ivvie poked her head out with that inquisitive look on her face that I hated.
"What are you smoking?" she queried, suspicious look on her face. "And can I have some?"
I raised my head with an irritated glare on my face.
"How can you be joking at a time like this?"
Ivvie cocked her head and repeated, "Joking?"
"Whatever."
"Hey, look at that!"
"I'm not falling for that one again."
"But that one time at the Christmas party was an ACCIDENT! I swear!"
I looked. Against all my better judgment.
Actually, this whole thing was against my better judgment. No one in their right mind would willingly travel with that..."thing".
But when I saw what it was, I was amazed. For once, my friend had done something useful.
"A TRUCK!" I exclaimed.
"I could've told you that."
Like the intelligent, mature person I am, I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Hey ladies. Need a ride?" A deep, husky voice drawled in a Southern accent.
Ivvie drooled at his shiny black hair, hazel eyes, and clean-shaven face.
Mmm.
Cowboy pick-up truck Southern-hick goodness.
"Snap out of it, Crystal," I berated under my breath.