Sunburn, Prologue and Chapter One, Sneak Peak
So, this is a sequel to Hot Air Balloon, and it was written TODAY. Not at all edited or what it will be in the end, but it's a sneak peak, and I hope you all like it, because you inspired me to write it : )
Based off of the song Sunburn, written by Adam Young.
So, there we were back home from somewhere inside my head. I had just fallen gracefully off of her bed, which was a rather far way. She looked over the edge down at me, somehow managing to look smug and concerned at the same time. She looked more cute than usual, and I just lay there for a moment, looking and feeling dazed.
“Man, are you really that bored?” she asked.
“Hey, you were the one convinced there was some monstrous being underneath here,” I replied, slowly sitting up. “If anything’s under there, it’s a mouse,”
“Still horrifying,” she insisted, slipping limply off the bed so she was slumped next to him, her legs sticking up in the air. She let out a gusty sigh. “Good greif…first day we get to spend together in like, ever, and we can’t think of anything to do, except me memorizing pages War and Peace, and you fighting off monsters underneath my bed!”
“It does seem kind of lame,” I replied.
She slugged me fondly on the arm. Unfortunately, even though she’s a dinky little thing, her fondness is rather aggressive, and painful.
“Ouch,” I grunted good-naturedly.
“Oh, come on,” she said hopefully. “Can’t you think of anything we can do?”
I frowned up at her ceiling, which was coated with glow-in-the-dark stars, and slowly, my maniac brain started to form, consider, and discard ideas.
This is the story of Georgie O’Kay and me, Cody Ryan, and how we topped with craziest summer ever.
Cody knew something had gone horribly wrong when he suddenly found himself standing next to Georgie, feeling elated…yet dreading what was coming next. They were standing chained to a desk in front of a stern, cranky policewoman named Officer Pelbrook in the Slippery Elm Police Station.
“We’re innocent?” he suggested.
“Innocent?!” Officer Pelbrook barked, snapping the pencil she’d been mangling in her right hand. “You two drove a pickup truck through fifteen backyards, took out seven trees, maimed a cat, and ended up in the town swimming pool…after taking out the chain-link fence! Innocent?!”
“Well, gosh, when you put it that way,” Georgie muttered. “Its not our fault! The brakes went out!”
“What idiot solves that problem by stepping on the gas and letting the person in the passenger seat take the wheel?!” Pessimistic Policewoman demanded.
Cody pointed at Georgie and vice versa.
“Save it, you crazies,” Officer Pelbrook growled.
“You already called our parents,” Georgie said poutily. “You don’t have to make us feel worse!”
“Yeah…it could have been a lot more serious!” Cody insisted. “We didn’t kill anyone! And the cat’s condition is stable, right? No deaths! And my insurance--”
“Kid, your insurance won’t save you from the misery you’re about to experience!” The look in Ms. Pelbrook’s eyes promised she would personaly see to it his life was fraught with unhappiness for the foreseeable future.
Cody tried to maintain a brave (or at least cocky) face.
“But, Officer Pelbrook, ma’am,” Georgie said, plastering on a pathetic, penitent, manipulating face. “We’re too young to go to jail! Aren’t we!?”
“You are, Ms. O’Kay. He’s liable to whatever charges a court decides to lay on him. But I doubt you’ll get out of this completely clean, either. You were steering the vehicle when it smashed into the empty pool, and you only have a permit! Crazy kids…”
“I always knew I was special,” Georgie said sullenly, resting her elbows on the policewoman’s desk.
A killer look from Officer Pelbrook caused her to retreat about five seconds later.
“Now you two shut up while I make another couple phone calls,” Officer Pelbrook snarled. “I’m not about to hand you a cookie, as it is, so don’t push it.”
“I would love a cookie,” Cody mumbled distractedly.
Officer Pelbrook looked like she wanted to strangle him. Perhaps she was just disappointed the two of them had suffered only bruises and scratches. The truck had not been so mercifully spared.
“What are we looking at here, Cody?” Georgie whispered, taking his hand in hers. She looked and sounded nervous, and Cody squeezed her hand tight.
“Well, G-girl…I’d say another three years of being grounded, at least.”
Things didn’t improve when their parents arrived.
“What did you do?!!” Maggie Ryan screeched, taking her son by the shoulders and shaking him, despite the fact that he was almost four inches taller than her. “You idiot! You moron! Why can’t I trust you! Why can’t you use your head! You are in so much trouble, young man!”
Officer Pelbrook looked rather satisfied.
Mrs. O’Kay wrapped Georgie in her arms and sobbed, bawling almost indecipherable words about how angry she was, and how happy she was Georgie was alive and all that jazz.
Paul O’Kay was the scariest. “Georgina Anne Regina O’Kay.” He said all the words like he was two seconds away from screaming, his teeth clenched. “I’m not even going to speak to you about this until my blood pressure lowers. Considerably.”
Cody and Georgie glanced at each other. One could just see their future slipping into an abyss of deep, dark, dank despair and woe.
“Pros and cons to being seventeen,” Cody said. “Pro. You get a pickup truck. Con. You total the pickup truck, get arrested, and are the equivalent of a man on death row.”
“That bad, huh?” Uncle Jeff asked sympathetically. He put three chocolate pudding cups on the counter and sat down beside his nephew.
“Worse.” Georgie replied. “We’re the most wanted teenagers in Slippery Elm,”
It was four days later. They were at the Walter’s house, left under the merciful care of Uncle Jeff (and the unmerciful care of Aunt Jodie), while their parents went to the courthouse to turn in the permit and license of two very busted teens.
“Hey, you’re better off than me,” Cody said, picking at his sneaker. “You’re only fifteen. They’ll slap your wrist and let you go. Me? They’ll slap my head, fine me my life’s savings, and revoke my license for all eternity,”
“How much does your mom hate you?” Georgie asked, patting his knee.
“I’m the equivalent of a louse in her heart right now,” Cody replied, resting his chin on his fists. He sighed heavily. “And just when we were free again. We really are morons, Georgie. Pathetic morons.”
“I’d say that was a generous statement,” Aunt Jodie said sarcastically, walking into the kitchen. “Jeffry, what are you feeding those two? They don’t need any treats!”
“I think they’ll still be fully penitential with pudding in their stomachs, Jodie,” Uncle Jeff said, smiling a little.
Aunt Jodie shrugged. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a rather vulgar looking protein shake. “I have to admit, I hope you two learn your lesson this time! I had thought three years of being almost totally grounded would pound a little sense into you, but I was sadly mistaken,”
“Jodie, you should sit down and relax,” Uncle Jeff said, looking over his shoulder at her.
“No, because if I do those two will do something they shouldn’t the second you turn your back,” Jodie said, leaning against the sink.
“When is your baby due again?” Georgie asked.
Aunt Jodie frowned at Georgie like she had no right to even speak to her after driving a pickup truck into a swimming pool. “The fall.”
“Cool!” Georgie said, grinning. “I love babies! Do you have any names picked out yet?”
“Not yet,” Aunt Jodie replied, her frown relaxing a little. She sipped her protein shake, staring into space.
Uncle Jeff looked around Cody and smiled at Georgie. “It’s a shame you’re always getting yourself in trouble, young lady. You’re pretty fabulous,”
“Isn’t she?” Cody said, smiling a little despite his depression.
Georgie hadn’t anticipated going to court to be so boring, and so unlike the movies. It was so boring, she actually fell asleep as soon as she’d sat down after the judge walked in. So she actually didn’t know how the hearing went until her mother shook her awake and informed her.
Neither of them were going to jail, but Cody was right. His license (and her ability to get one in a year) had been revoked. And they were both fined a large amount of money…Cody more so, which made Georgie feel horrible. His mother was still working to earn enough money to move Cody and herself out of the Walter’s house. She’d been so close…and now who knew when they’d have the money again?
“I’m sorry, Cody,” Georgie said as they left the courthouse, taking his hand.
“Eh…it’s okay. I’ll live. I guess.” Cody replied, looking sadder than Georgie had ever seen him in her life. She yanked him to a stop and hugged him hard. “No…no its not okay! Its my fault, too! I’m sorry!”
“Georgina,” Mr. O’Kay snapped. “Come on. We’re going home,”
“Wait, Paul,” Mrs. O’Kay said. “We need to go back to the Walter’s,” She rolled her eyes. “Georgie ‘forgot’ her purse there,”
He let out an aggravated growl. “Georgie, we’re paying the babysitter top dollar to keep the kids, and you leave your purse at the Walter’s!?”
Georgie crossed her arms and looked away, glaring at the sidewalk. “Yep. Guess so.”
Cody nudged her shoulder with his arm, despite the glare from Mr. O’Kay.
“Let’s just go get it,” Mrs. O’Kay said tiredly.
So they piled into their cars and headed to the Walter’s house to get Georgie’s purse, which she ‘forgot’ there. And the story would have ended there, except for one very important and unexpected visitor…