Taking all the Right steps ch:2
Chapter 2 : A Blue friend
Natalie P.O.V
"Start. START!!" I shout
Out of all the times my trusty steed decides to quit on me it chooses this day!
When I say "steed" I mean my beautiful run down cherry-red harley (limitted addition- might I add) motorcycle and by "this day " I mean the day I'm suppose to be driving all the way up to California to Star Rockers of song and dance camp ( man that's a mouth full). Now this all sounds good, I know, but the thing is...I'M NOT EVEN HALF WAY THERE!
Now I know what your thinking " where is all that girls stuff!" Well to answer your question I had sent all my suitcases and bags ahead of time so I could be able to drive my motorcycle. Oh but surprise surprise ...it breaks down.
Yippee for ME!
Not.
"Come on ,Riley, work." I say as I try in a sad attempt to get my motorcycle to work. Oh and yes my motorcycles name is Riley so don't make fun of him, he's self consciences about himself. Poor guy/bike.
Once realizing that me sitting on my butt yelling at it to start isn't going to solve anything, I slip off my bike and decide to approach this in either three ways.
Starting with the first choice...
" Who's a good motorcycle? Who is ? " I say in that really annoying voice that all adults use on baby's and children below the age of seven.
When Riley does not respond I choose to try a different tactic...
"WORRKK" I shout as I continually kick the living daylights out of Riley - my motorcycle. ( If it was alive.) " WORRRRKKKK"
But this for some surprising reason...doesn't have any effect on Riley.
Of course I benefit from this - a leg full of pain.
Since the first two of my brilliant ideas seemed to stink - and I'm talking about sewage stink- I resorted to my last choice.
I swiftly get down onto my hands and knees and beg for Riley to start.
"PLEEEAAASSSEE...PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEE WORK " I cry out, stretching out the word "please" so Riley and the God above realize how much I need this to work.
During all my commotion I don't realize that a black pickup truck has pulled over on the side of the abandoned road I'm on.
The window to the said truck slowly rolls down.
I hold my breath only imagining the worst when the window rolls all the way down to reveal...
"Hey there sweetheart looks like you havin' a bit of trouble" says a girl from inside the truck with a slight southern twang in her voice.
"Oh, hey?.....Uh" I say not knowing her name.
" Silly me I'm Susan but you can call me Susie, or Sue, or Stew, actually I've heard it either way. Oh there was this one person that actually called me..."
I take this moment as Susie is momentarily distracted with her rant about all the names that are acceptable for me to call her, to fully take in her appearance.
Susie appears to be a very colorful specimen considering her lightning blue dyed hair, yellow-green eyes full of kindness, and a natural tan. I don't know how she makes this work , but man can she pull it off.
"...any of those are fine actually."she finally finishes.
" ...Okay well hello there my name is Natalie, and yeah i was actually on my way to Star Rockers, you know the camp, but suddenly God decided to put me on a time out" I say, not really wanting to get into details. 'I mean she's a stranger and I was taught to never talk to strangers so-'
"I can give you a lift, I'm actually heading over there myself. Man, what a small world."
Now I know what your thinking, well of course Natalie isn't about to accept that offer I mean come on she just gave us a little mini lesson about NOT hanging with strangers. Well than you don't know me because-'
"YES " I say immediately
'- I'm weak and even if I can dance ... I cannot and let me repeat this cannot walk more than from the couch to get the tv remote to save my life.
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Hey guys...I'm so sorry its a short chapter....there used to be more but I decided to just cut it short....so here it is ....please don't be silent reader
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