Patching Things Up

II.

II. Weird People Ask For Weird Favors

I leaned against the hard wood of my bed's headboard. It's been two days since that little incident at McDonald's, and I still can't get my mind off of it.

Of course, I told Gideon and Devon everything, and they were about as confused and curious and I was. I mean, who wouldn't be interested when some brit suddenly interrogates them and asks why they escaped and didn't tell him?

"Maybe he's some sort of psycho living in a mental asylum with his equally crazy girlfriend--who happens to looks very much like you--and had hatched an escape plan together. But when they were performing the said plan, everything goes haywire and he was the only one who managed to escape, leaving the poor mad girl behind. Which is why he was so shocked to find his girlfriend waiting patiently in an empty place at McDonald's." Gideon suggested. I rolled my eyes. Clearly, Gideon belonged to the mental asylum as well.

Devon, on the other hand, had his thumb and fore finger on his chin, as if he was actually considering Gideon's crazy idea. "That is a very interesting theory you have there, Mister Avery." He said in an embarrassingly awful British accent. "We shall add that to our list of theories."

I couldn't help but laugh. Ever since I told them the whole thing, they have been thinking up some outrageous theories according to the things Zachary said; some were weird, most of it was amusing, few were realistic and others were just plain disturbing. I think they classified Gideon's recent theory under realistic.

Yeah. Sure. Realistic.

The two kept going on and on with their theories that I eventually got tired of listening and just laid my back on my headboard. It was a Sunday, so my parents were currently out visiting Grammy Riddlesworth, my wise and talkative grandmother who lived up to her last name by always speaking in riddles. My parents went to her every Sunday to hear her words of wisdom and ask for advice about everything. I went with them once, since I had a fight with Devon at that time and Gideon wasn't in town. And what Grammy told me was, "Unclog the sink and stare at the beautiful faucet."

I didn't really get her at first, so I just assumed that she wanted me to clean the sink. So I did. Only when I was staring at the beautiful faucet--it really was beautiful, it had tiny little angels embossed on it and all--did I realize what she meant. Unclog the sink meant that I had to unclog all the negative things swimming inside my mind, and Stare at the beautiful faucet meant that I should look at all the great things that happened intead of all the bad things.

I didn't know if that was really Grammy's message or she just really wanted me to clean the sink, but I still  took the advice and Devon and I instantly got along once again. When we visited again, I thanked her for her advice, and all she said was, "Gardens turn beautiful once we weed them."

Grammy Riddlesworth sure was a mystery.

I got up and grabbed my laptop, then went back to my previous position on the bed. Gideon and Devon were still busy being the moronsthey were, so I just powered up the laptop and patiently waited for it to load. I needed some funny gags to relax my mind a little.

Just as I was about to click the Google Chrome icon, my phone rang loudly. The two blockheads on the floor beside my bed jumped up, startled by the sudden loud noise. Realizing that it was only my phone ringing, they both relaxed. "That scared the shit out of me." Gideon said.

I ignored his comment and looked at the caller ID. Huh. Unknown number. I answered it. "Hello?"

"Good day. I'd like to talk to Miss Patchouli McClellan?" said the person on the other end.