The Story of the Saints

Bonding Time

"Hey, Viola! Mind helping out a bit? It's been a while." I wasn't sure if she was still mad at me. Surprisingly enough, she smiled and said, "Sure. It has been a while." She must have gone to therapy or something. She's usually extremely hot-headed. Oh well. It was good to have my old friend back. I'm sure she was having some adventures of her own.

"So I know this sounds crazy and you're so not gonna believe me, but I like.. traveled back in time or something." As predicted, she stared at me with an eyebrow up. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so I never told you this, but I used to sit around and smoke out of a broken lightbulb all day. And I met that version of me." Her eyebrow went up even higher. "God woman, that eyebrow goes up more, it'll be floating off your head," I murmured quietly. "You? Drugs? Lightbulb? Hippie?!? No way!" she said laughing. I sat there, arms crossed.  I think she kind of knew she was going over the line, because she cleared her throat and said, "Yeah, so... What are we doing?"

I started up the Torch and faced her. "Now, knowing past me, this probably has something to do with drugs." I began to drive, but she suddenly threw her hand out to stop me. "No, Shaundi, wait! Can we stop at Nobody Loves Me first? Please please pleaaasseee?" She gave me the puppy dog eyes. I gave in. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, I can least take her on a shopping trip, even if it is to the most emo store in town. 

When we arrived, she eagerly told me to wait outside and not to look until she said so. I agreed. About ten minutes later, I got impatient. "Come on Viola, what's taking so long? I didn't know it was Black Friday..." "Oh shut your whining mouth hole! I'm almost done..." She came out in a most giddy manner. She strikes a pose and says "How do I look?" 

My mouth dropped open. She was in what I thought was a Genki Girl inspired outfit. She was in a bra and skirt, nothing else. "Okay, first of all.. Why did it take you so long to put on that, and second.. What is it?" She looked the least bit offended. "Shaundi, it takes a while to look this good. And second.... I'm just like you-- a drug dealer!" I don't think I ever face-palmed so hard in my life. 

"Viola, that's not what I...." I cut myself off short. She could have her fun, I suppose. It was only mildly irritating and tremendously amusing. I sighed. "Alright miss druggie, let's go."

We arrived at the Broken Shillelagh. I spotted "fun" me leaning on the outside wall, within earshot of me and Viola. Viola decided this was a great time to reminiscence in the past. "Hey remember when we got drunk--" "SHH!" I cut her off abruptly. The last thing I wanted the fun me to know was that I was getting drunk recently. I'd never hear the end of it. I already saw her raise an eyebrow at me and smirk from across the lot. Great. I shot Viola a stinking glance. If looks could kill...

I could already tell she was stoned again. "Viola, meet fun me. I'm sure you two will get along just fine." And I think I was right. They both had a ridiculously happy attitude going on right now. Of course, that would probably change once fun me was sober. Come to think of it, I've never met fun me as her plain self. That is, not under the influence. 

"Kay... So.. what we have to do is score some drugs," she giggled. I rolled my neck around my aching shoulders and gave Viola an "I told you so" look. She sniggered. "Eh.. What's so funny over there?" Then she started laughing uncontrollably, even though she had no idea what we were talking about. I could see we were gonna have trouble with this.

After she finally stopped laughing, but she was still breathing heavily, she managed to give out the rest of the instructions. "We're gonna need to kill Veteran Child, and we'll need some alien drug to help us with that.. or something. Oh yeah, and we're gonna need to go a couple places. We need to make sure these are legit."

"We're gonna need a four-seater... and she's going in the back," I told Viola. She agreed, but then: "Alright, but I'm sitting in the back with her!" 

"What." I growled. "Come on Shaundi, she's my new friend. She actually laughs." I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I see how it is." "Shaundi, don't be like that. You're my friend too, it's just--" 

Yeah, I'm a hothead. I stormed off, hopped into my purple Torch, and drove off leaving the both of them behind. I wasn't that mean. It's not like I was actually gonna leave them there. I just went to the nearest Rim Jobs for a four-seater (yeah right, like I'm actually gonna pay for a car) . I wanted them to think I was ditching them, that's all. Of course, fun me probably doesn't care. I bet she's too busy laughing her head off. 

I came back with a Blade. Yeah I hate Josh and all, but it was the only car I could find that wasn't a total piece of crap. I drove back to where I left them, and sure enough they were still there. I signaled for them to hop in, and they obeyed. I'm pretty sure they were scared of me. I can't say I was ashamed.  I drove us all to the first location. Knockoffs. Second location? Knockoffs. Oh well, third time's a charm, right? Nope. Also knockoffs. But the 4th and last location had legit stuff. We smoked it, and I felt great. The weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders. The grief of Johnny's death, the pressure of work, everything! I had not a care in the world!

"Hey, I bet I could go faster than you," fun me challenged. "Oh you're on," I giggled. We raced all the way across Steelport, Viola at our heels the whole way, still in that "hippie" outfit.  When we finally finished the race, it was a tie. 

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Hey everyone! I'm ending this chapter here, because it's late at night (2 a.m) and it's getting a little long for what I usually do. Enjoy, next chapter might be up tomorrow!