Hungry For Fame

Chapter 9: The Death Of A Legend

[This Chapter is dedicated to my cousin! Btw, I put a reference from two movies into this book, so if you answer it correctly down in the comments, you can win a shout-out! Good Luck and enjoy!]

-=AwesomeApeX' POV=-

I walk into the bar, feeling guilty. I know I shouldn't have said what I said but I had to break up the argument.

I walked around the bar making sure no one was camping out here. Nathan and Kyle walked into the bar. (Ouch! Sorry I'm really bad at jokes and I just had a desire to so don't judge. Anyways where was I?)

"I check the bar. It seems to be safe." I tell them as they walk in.

"Did you take any of the alcohol? I would hope so." Kyle says probably hoping for vodka, or something. I looked and saw Fox come in. Then, Toby and Michael came in too.

"Are you guys done arguing?" I ask.

"Yeah, we're good." Toby replies, glancing to Michael.

"Good, now you guys can come and help us set stuff up." I say. "Fox and I will set up some bedding. Toby, Michael, go set up a barricade for the doors. Kyle, go into the kitchen and find some supplies. And Nathan, just wait around until you have something to do." I command, hoping everyone will listen to a kid. Everyone got to work, well except Nathan.

-=10 minutes later=-

"Ok the bedding is set up. It won't be comfortable but it will be better than nothing." I say.

"It's just the curtains from the windows." Toby says noticing that the curtain was the only plush thing in the whole bar.

"Yeah well you know. I reply.

"Well, there is a lot of food!" Kyle shouts from the kitchen as a metal pot clangs against the laminated wooden floor.

"Sorry!"

Fox and I smile and look at each other.

"The barricade is almost done!" Toby informs everyone.

"Hey Nathan! Can you grab me that stool over there, man?" Michael asks Nathan, drifting off in to a day dream.

I look and see that Nathan is paying attention. I walk and grab the stool Nathan was supposed to grab.

"Or not!" Michael says, trying to make Nathan, now paying attention. He rubbed his shoulder in guilt.

"Here." I say handing the stool to Michael.

"Hey. Cut Nathan some slack." I tell Michael.

"Why? He's older and more capable but he doesn't do sh-!"

"SHHHHHHHH! What the heck?!" I ask.

"Sorry. I got a job for him. Hopefully, he can do it right." Michael tells me.

"Hey Nathan!" Michael shouts. Nathan peeps his head up.

"Can you go to our truck and grab my gun?" Michael asks.

"Uhh sure." Nathan says in a shy voice.

"Toby." Michael says as Toby looks at him.