SMOSH EXPEDITION: The Golden Flamingo (Book Four)

Chapter Twelve - Hollywood's Treasure

Ian Hecox

The truth is out, Sidney left us. We had no idea we would get this far in our search for the treasure. Courtney was right, women always find out the truth. I watched Anthony run after the fleeing taxi, desperately calling out Sidney's name. He then stopped, catching his breath after chasing it for at least two blocks. He slumped down near a garbage bin, head covered by his tipped hat.

   I ran after him, dodging the fans' grasps and politely excusing myself from them. "Excuse me, guys, but I need to go." I said. The fans let out a groan of frustration but, being the supportive fans they were, they let me through. "Anthony?" I put my hand on his shoulder, feeling his body jolt from all the sobbing.

   Anthony sniffed, not even bothering to look up at me.

   "Hey, it's gonna be alright." I said.

   "Alright? ALRIGHT?!" He raised his voice, "We lied to her, Ian. She trusted us and we crossed her."

   "Let's go to her then." I said.

"Okay, then when we get there we'll say, 'please forgive us'." He whined, "I doubt she'll ever forgive us that easily."

I rolled my eyes, "You've dated lots of girls for you not to understand them, they're always like that, lashing out and not letting us guys explain first. And I'm not gonna sit here and watch you get all weepy complaining that you can't get a girlfriend... Because that's my thing."

He snickered softly, "You got me there good, bro."

"I'm the 'Bowl-haired reject', remember?" I pointed to myself, wholeheartedly accepting my usual predicament. "So get off your ass and let's go."

   "Wait," He stood up, hinting little excitement before frowning, "We don't know where she went next."

   "Don't worry, I got the locations of the map right here." I pointed to my head, smiling, "-and because she kept repeating the locations countless times."

   "How come I didn't know that?" He raised an eyebrow.

   "Probably because you're so distracted by her looks that you didn't listen to everything she said." I laughed. "You look like a caveman wanting bam bam when you look at her."

   "I do not!" He scoffed.

   "Dude, we've known each other for more than ten years, you think I don't know you enough?" I shook my head, "We've even seen each other's willies."

   Anthony laughed, "Alright, man. Let's go."

"We need to get to the Getty Center before the sun sets." I said.

"What if we go a step further?" He said, "I mean, head on over to the last location and wait for them there?"

"Sounds like a plan. We head to the Hollywood Sign." I said as we walked along the black tiles of the walk of fame.

Then we bumped into someone. "D'oh! Watch where you're going!" The man said in a southern, hillbilly accent that sounded familiar. The man was wearing a trench coat and had a distinct beaten-up cap, he was gnawing on a straw when he bumped into us. He was easily knocked off balance, falling to the ground with a thud.