~In the plane with Mercedes~
I watched a very disgusting looking Michelle run to the bathroom. I think mabey she got the flu or something, I am not sure. Five minutes later when she didn't come back, I started to worried. The captain announced our arrival in Texas, and by the time the plane landed, I was almost hysterical. Then I figured she probably left with the pregnant woman. I quickly grabbed her bags and mine and ran off the plane and into the airport, only to find her nowhere in sight. Not knowing what else to do, I ran downstairs to the information desk to see if she had been looking for me, and she hadn't.
I frantically began running around the airport, blinded by my own tears of worry and confusion. After getting sick of running all over the airport, I rushed outside, and I looked at ambulance attendants rushing someone on a stretcher quickly into the ambulance. It only took me a few seconds to realize the person on the strutter was Michelle. I dropped my bags and ran crying to the ambulance, and after jumbled conversation, they let me get into the ambulance with her. When I looked down at Michelle's pale, lifeless figure, I realized it was too much for me to handle and I passed out.
I was revived moments later by smelling salts, and I was quickly given oxygen. About 10 minutes later we arrived at the hospital, and I was ushered into a waiting room, while Michelle went off in another direction. I sat in the waiting room of the hospital for an hour till a very young looking doctor came to speak to me.
"Are you Mercedes?" the young looking doctor asked me.
He introduced himself as Dr. Fruit and I could not help laughing, even under the depressing circumstances. He looked at me oddly, but began to speak again.
"Right now, Michelle is in intensive care, but she is doing well. From the tests we ran, the results proved food poisoning. The police are coming to take a statement from you."
"When can she go home?" I asked gingerly.
" Well, she also suffered a severe head trauma, so probably tomorrow night, if her condition improves."
I thanked him and he walked away.
I had no clue what I was going to do until tomorrow night. Just then, a flustered looking nurse approached me and handed me a bunch of papers to fill out for Michelle. I looked around for her purse, which was right next to mine and grabbed her insurance information and other important shit like that. After I filled them out, I gave them back to the nurse and I asked her if I could see Michelle, and she told me not till tomorrow morning. I sighed and walked out of the hospital, in search of a hotel to stay at for the night. It was at that moment I realized our bags were still at the airport.
" What the hell am I gonna do?" I asked myself aloud.
I searched for the nearest pay phone, and looked in search of a cab company. Having no luck, I decided to walk to the gas station across the street. It was already noon, so it was hot outside. When I reached the other side, I walked into the store, with nothing in mind to buy. It was a dirty old gas station with bugs and no air-conditioning. The man who worked there was obviously gay, and just like in the Dr. Pepper commercial, there was one lonely warm Dr. Pepper on an old dusty shelf. I grabbed it, a map of the city, and a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the "man." I quickly paid for my items and left the store.
Studying my map very carefully, I realized I had to walk 5 miles to get the airport to get our bags. Sighing, I started walking down the lone highway. After about 30 minutes, I heard what sounded like a bus approaching. When the bus got right up next to me, it slowed to my walking pace and the main door opened. 2 guys appeared at the door. Quickly, they threw 2 vanilla milk shakes at me hitting me directly in the head, followed by 4 eggs and a cup of coke. Just as quickly as the bus came, it sped off again. I heard laughter in the distance, and I stood their mortified.
I was covered in a sticky substance and my only outfit was ruined, sticky, and smelly. Feeling sorry for myself, I quickly threw off my shirt and put Michelle's jacket over my bare chest. It didn't button or anything, so I looked like a slut with my metal bra and leather jacket. After a few more minutes of walking, I decided to stop at a local diner to clean up and get something to drink. I walked into the run down looking diner, but much to my surprise the inside was nicely furnished. There were many new tables and chairs and new carpet. The diner was empty except for 6 guys sitting at a table in the corner. Even from the distance, I instantly recognized one of the guys who threw the milkshake at me.
Enraged, I stormed to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. After plotting my revenge, I quickly sat down at a table 2 tables from the guys. Ordering a large vanilla milk shake and a large coke, I sat there thinking about how I was going to approach them. Just then, a flying french fri hit me in the head, followed by 2 more. I was pissed, but I tried not to notice.
A few minutes after my drinks got to the table, I stood up and grabbed my milk shake and coke and set them down next to the guys table.
"Can I help you?" the Cuban one said.
" Yes, you can. Are you those guys from N'sync?" I asked very sweetly.
"No, were the Backstreet Boys." the tall dark one who called himself Kevin said.
"The Backwhat Boys?" I asked stupidly.
"The Backstreet Boys," the ugly blonde said.
"The Backdoor Boys?"
"No, the B-A-C-K-S-T-R-E-E-T B-O-Y-S!!"
"The Vanga Boys? What?"
"Are you stupid or something?" Brian asked me.
"Can it choir boy, what are you, the spokes person for Kentucky Fried chicken or something?" I asked him sarcastically.
Howie was about to say something but I cut him off.
"Excuse me, may I see your green card?" I asked him in a nasty tone. He gave me a dirty look.
"Is there any reason you came over here?" A.j. asked me rudely.
" Yes, since you guys so graciously gave me a milkshake and a coke, I thought I would return the kind gesture."
With no hesitation, I dumped the milkshake all over Nick's head and the Coke all over A. J. , Nick's partner in crime.
Without another word, I paid the waitress and walked outside, leaving all 6 guys speechless.
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