*A/N Hey guys! So we don't have to explain this every chapter, Shadow will be writing Fox's P.O.V. Patch will be writing Artemis's P.O.V.
The Cher Lloyd song-Oath-on the side soooo describes Fox and Artemis! Check it out!*
Chapter 3: Buy Fred A Sweater!
Fox's P.O.V.
I could not just win today.
First off, my best friend and I get fired, then she almost gets run over by cars while trying to save a stupid turtle. Then she just haaaas to go and drop that stupid turtle in the toilet. And guess who has to pull it out. If you guessed Santa Clause then you’re wrong. So for the second day time that day I was covered in toilet water, but the only difference was that I was holding a very irritated turtle.
I walked out into the living room-ready to duct tape the stupid turtle to Artemis’s stomach so she couldn’t drop it again-when I saw who was standing at the door. It was out landlord. I told her not to open it! Rule number one was to never open the door to strangers/landlords! I froze as he stared past Artemis and at me. He was a skinny guy with skin as gray as his hair. He looked like one of those weird old men that stalked you at Wal-Mart. “Are you holding a turtle?” He asked in a deep British accent. I glanced down at the turtle and back up at him. I quickly put the thing behind my back. “What turtle?” I asked.
He stomped his foot like a teenage girl. “That is the last straw! I want you two out! OUT! I get constant complaints about the noise coming from your room! You bring illegal animals into here! You cause a ruckus everywhere you go! I want you out by tonight, or I’m calling the police!” He shouted. Artemis gave him a weird look. “Did you just call Fred an illegal animal?”
“YES!” He shouted. Artemis’s face turned as bright as her hair. Uh-oh, not good. She slammed the dorr in his face and screamed at the top of her lungs, “HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY TURTLE LIKE THAT! WE ARE LEAVING!” With that, she stormed around our tiny apartment and gathered our little possession in under five minutes.
“Let’s go Fox!” She snapped, throwing my suitcase at my head and I fell over from the impact. “Fox! What are you doing laying around?! This is serious!” She said, grabbing me and pulling me up. I was still sopping in toilet water. “Here’s your turtle and will you please give me five minutes to get changed?” I asked. Not bothering to wait for an answer, I grabbed my bag and walked into the tiny bedroom Artemis and I had been sharing.
I took a quick a shower-and yes I did take it in the shower, not the toilet. I changed into a fresh pair of clothes. I walked back out into the living room, and Artemis had changed out of her waitress outfit and into clothes, too. Fred the turtled was duct taped to her head and her pet rock, Keven, was duct taped around her stomach. I grinned and shook my head.
“Let’s blow this pop stand,” I said, walking out the door. Artemis followed unsteadily, the turtle weighing her over. Thank God our landlord had left. Unfortunately that probably meant that he was going to get security. The two of us took the back door out of the apartment complex. This was something we weren’t supposed to do, but like other rules that we broke, did anyway.
“Now what do we do?” Artemis asked once we were staring blankly at the cars and people rushing down the London street. I didn’t reply, just started walking. Artemis ran behind me, running into random people on ‘accident’. I tried not to laugh when a woman screamed about ‘turtle-headed aliens from Jupiter’ and ran screeching in the opposite direction.
We wandered aimlessly around London, trying to find our way to the nearest motel using a map we picked up at a bus station. “Stupid map! STOP TELLING US WHICH WAY TO GO! YOU DON’T OWN US!” Artemis shouted at the map. We had been wandering around for about an hour. The stupid map was about as useful as one of those kiddie menus you got at restaurants.
My best friend snatched the map out of my hand and threw it into a muddy puddle. We stared at it for a full thirty seconds before looking at each other and shrugging. We continued on our way, ended up getting jostled close to the road. So we walked like we were on balance beams on the every edge of the sidewalk.
All of the sudden, a shiny black limo veered close to the edge of the road and sprayed us with muddy London water. “HEY!” Artemis screamed at it. I meanwhile, was choking up water that tasted like dead sock. “OI YOU IDIOTS! ARE YOU JUST GOING TO DRIVE AWAY WITHOUT EVEN APOLOGIZING?!” Artemis screamed at the limo as it got stopped about a quarter mile in front of us, due to traffic. I sighed. “Oh screw it, Artemis. It’s not like they’re going to stop.” I was eating my words a few seconds later, when the limo pulled into a parking space, and the back doors flew open.
Out rushed five very hot-yet worried teenage guys. Artemis and I stood there in shock as One Direction ran over and stopped in front of us. “We’re so sorry! We didn’t see you standing there! Is there anything we could do to make it up to you?” Liam Payne asked us, stepping forward to us. He really did look sorry, about it. Artemis and I quickly gained our composure back and glanced at each other.
We turned back to the guys. “Yes, you can buy my turtle a sweater,” Artemis said seriously, rapping Fred’s shell.
Fox's Outfit
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=60231994
Artemis's Outfit
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=60232329
