It all Started with a Mouse (Screenwalks Fanfic)

Joke and Croak

Flynn Rider: "Rapunzel?'

Rapunzel: "Eugene!"

Flynn Rider: "Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?"

~ Tangled

"So what you're saying is that you popped one for Eleonora? am I correct?" Jay announces.

Jay noticed that Ferguson was anxious, constantly looking around.

"Shh! Shut up! It wasn't for Eleonora, okay! I was just . . . I woke up with it, okay?"

Hmm, Jay thought to himself how it was interesting his friend didn't want the world to know about The Destroyer's (Ferguson's....problem) most recent occurrence. If it was him he'd be telling the whole world about his personal problems.

Ferguson's face was flushed. 

"Shut up! It wasn't for her! It's called morning wood for a reason."

"Glory," interrupts Jay, "Morning Glory. Spontaneous erection. Mr. Rise and Shine. The reason I'm late for school so often --." 

Ferguson scoffed. 

"Okay, we get it."

Omar leans against the stairway railing, ready to butt in. 

"Ferguson's kind of right though. It's basic biology. Nocturnal penile tumescence. That's standard sex - ed stuff." 

Nodding, Ferguson looks satisfied. 

"Thank you." 

"Or maybe you just got a hard on for Eleonora."

Ferguson looked horrified. Of coarse his friends would tease him for his accomplishments. After all Eleonora looked merely like a child. She really wasn't anything special and for Gus to be able to have something like that for her, there was pure talent involved. Ferguson was mortified for this accusation.

"Oh God."

So, Omar and Jay just leaned against the stairs and watched the show that was Ferguson Walker. One minute he looked flustered, the next in an outrage, and then calm. He was a one women show. Jay was really enjoying this spectacular, he got lunch and a movie. Then he decided Ferguson just wasn't as interesting as the girl from Taco Bell.

She was like a feisty supermodel, in the name of Taco Bell, a Doritos Locos Taco.

He called her up on his iPhone and waited. Man, waiting on a girl sucked, but she had to be worth it. Jay realized that Omar had a homemade tamale, that lucky sucker. Hmmm....actually he really didn't care about Omar's tamale. He wanted more facts about Eleonora. What if she was really a hot babe underneath all her layers? He wanted facts, now.

"What was she wearing?" Jay questioned.

Ferguson looked bewildered for a second, ". . . Pajamas?"

Omar looked up from his tamale, "Was she wearing a bra?"

Jay looked at Omar's tamale. Okay, he wanted some, it looked too good not to try a bite.

"Aye, let me get some," Jay inquired.

Omar hands Jay the tamale and he gladly takes a bite. Omar's mom could cook some seriously delicious food. That's why she runs a successful Mexican restaurant, because she is a goddess in the kitchen.

"I don't know! I wasn't looking at her boobs!" Ferguson exclaims.

Omar makes a tisking sound with his tongue. "First rule of catching a girl taking out the trash: look at her boobs."

"Yeah, but Eleonora doesn't really . . . I mean . . . she's kinda . . . " Jay says nervously.

For one thing, Eleonora was annoying but she was fun to be around. She was obsessed with Disney and she really didn't care too much about appearances. How would one describe someone like that, and lacking in the chest area!? Well, naive and childish of coarse!

"Shut up, dickrocket." Omar's hand comes in contact with Jay's head.

"I'm just saying!"

The trio of boys were the only ones in the school to use the term dickrocket. They had attempted to get the insult to spread like wild fire, but unfortunately it only ever progressed to a dim flame.

"But why was she trying to talk to you? Think she wants a piece of The Destroyer?"

Omar was always the one to ask the questions everyone else was thinking, or at least what Jay was thinking. He was also thinking that Eleonora probably didn't even know what The Destroyer was. She's too innocent to want a piece of THAT.

Ferguson shook his head, "Nothing. She just wanted to see if I got the cookies she made me."

Jay's face went pale.

"She made you cookies! Oh, dude, you're in too deep."

Jay knew this from personal experience. He was dating a girl and after she baked him cookies, and he dumped her, she still wouldn't lay off. She was kind of like a dog that would go and catch a non existent stick and bring it back.

Omar looked slyly at Jay before folding his arms across his chest,nodding, and raising his eyebrows.

"She so wants to take it up th-"

Ferguson sighed. As much as he would love to think that Nora would want the destroyer, it just wasn't likely. Nora was into Disney for heaven's sake. Although she did have the sort of sexy saint thing going for her. Anyways though, enough was enough, it was Nora they were talking about here.

"No, not like that. Her mom makes cookies for the neighborhood all the time."

Omar and Jay glanced over at each other suspiciously. Their eyes screamed out, "Ferguson Walker, you are a Dickrocket. Scratch that. A lying Dickrocket." Its not as though he was lying though. Nora's mom did make cookies all the time for the neighborhood. However, Nora's mom always added a ribbon on the basket and a individual milk just for him. I guess his relationship with the Disney family was deeper than he thought.

"Dude, you're in too deep."

For once, Omar was saying something with some logic. Gus was in too deep.
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Hey guys, just so you know, I've never written anything like this and it was a really awkward chapter for me to write. I just hope you're all bearing with me on this....what have I gotten myself into?! Also, every chapter is likely to be divided into three or more chapters. Thanks for reading!