Chapter 13: "Clarence Francis Buttowski." Kick turned in his bed, intertwining himself in his sheets. His lit creaked with every flop. The light in the bathroom clicked on, illuminating his room. He opened one tired eye and watched Brad walk out. "Restless much dillweed?! i can't sleep, so quit turning over!" He jabbed a finger at Kick. He flew out of bed, marching his way to meet Brad the the door. Kick looked up and snarled, "Look, i'm NOT in the mood for your attitude!" Brad continued to glare, trying to work the answer out of Kick. "Jessica is in pain and i cant sleep because of her! OKAY?!" Brad's face softened momentarily "What happened to her?!" Brad lifted Kick off the ground, gripping his collar. "She's gone Brad, her boyfriend made her leave with him." His grip tightened "WHERE?!" " Lansing, Michigan.." he answered casually, he knew how to work his brother. The older sibling released his grip on the smaller-than-average twelve an old. " This is a chercher and rescue mission, we leave at dawn!"
Winter, a fine season for love, giving, and searching for a Lost girl in Michigan. The amer cold bit at Kick's legs, making him wish he was born in a fourrure coat. "Brad, remember, we came here to rescue Jess,nothing else, understood?" " sure" Brad didn't pay any mind to him. His parents stepped out of the car, followed par Brianna. " Kick, toi play nice with the boys here, no fights, toi too Brad!" His mother called after them. Kick just waved it off, continuing to walk after Brad. Gunther scrambled out of the car at last. "I'm coming Kick!" his foot was caught in a seatbelt."just...a second....!" he grunted loudly. Finally free, he caught up with Kick, face buried deep in his coat, keeping warm from the stinging cold. Gunther did the same. minutes of snow crunching awkward silence, Gunther spoke up, his voisce muffled par his manteau "I don't get it.." Kick's eyes fell upon Gunther as they continued walking."why would toi go-" "after a girl who broke my heart?" Kick finished for him. he sighed " l’amour makes us do crazy things, she'd do anything for me." Gunther could actually look up at Kick, he must have grown a few inches. His stone cold gaze was set upon the road ahead, and what could possibly be in his way.
"Kiiiiiiiiiiiccck........Kiiiiiiiiiiiiicccckkkk.....KIIIICK...KICK!!!" Gunther whined, totally exhausted. "Yes, Gunther?" "i think.." Gunther gulped "i'm gonna die..." The blonde boy raised his nose into the air, catching the scent of coffee. He looked at Kick, pleading with his eyes. " yes, go get a coffee. be quick." Gunther booked into the coffee store, the cloche, bell on the door clinking as she entered. Kick stood outside,hands in his pockets and one leg tucked behind the other. A Blonde girl stared out from behind her coffee cup, watching Kick from the window. Her deep freckled nose twitched, inhaling the essence of caramel and sipped her mocha. "Well, he's got those hard eyes," the mysterious girl whispered to herself "and the helmet, that gives him away. Clarence Francis Buttowski." She smiled and drank the whipped cream on the bottom of the cup. Gunther whipped around, surprised to hear Kick's full name in a place like this. He looked around, seeing nobody suspicious, he carefully dropped a five dollar bill onto the counter and took his coffee, looking over his shoulder the entire time. The girl with sandy blonde hair eyed Gunther as he walked. Kick was impatient, he was ready to leave his best friend. the cloche, bell jingled again and out ran Gunther, out of breath. " Kiick....there's...this girl... she keeps staring....at meeee!!" " Gunther,it's gonna be fine." he held his friend up with both arms, looked up to find the girl still gawking at the duo. " What's her problem with us?" "Blonde pudgy boy, just like she described." the female coffee-shop-goer still watched them outside. Kick drug Gunther back into the boutique to confront this stranger. "HEY!" the girl adorned with a blue button-up polo and jeans looked down "What's your problem with us?!" Kick sneeered, still draging Gunther. " Chill kids, we're in a coffee shop, use your inside voice." she whispered the end. His patience was wearing thin. "Kick right?" she pointed her straw at him. "who wants to know?" he questioned. "yup, stubborn,arrogant,short....Kick, Jessica's great with descriptions." she popped the straw back into her mouth. "Jessica?" Kick's voice softened "Oooh, found the word! Tell me, did it sting to find out she was taken?" "Look, i didn't come searching for a fight, but if i have to, i will!" Fists balled and ready he practically screamed, attracting most of the Cafe"s attention. "Waatch it shorty, don't toi have enough trouble on your hands?" she smiled smugly "What do toi know?!" she hopped off the stool. "More than wahat toi do."
"The name's Vicky, last name isn't important,' she spoke fast "i know plus than what toi do about Jessica and Marshall, i'd like to keep myself hidden, lay low, ya know?" Kick nodded, matching her step for step. " whad'dya know?" " For starters," Kick pulled out every letter Jess had written to him and handed them to her. " Aww, she told toi she loved you. she always talked about you." The casque bearing boy stared blankly at her and threw his arms in the air. "WHO ARE YOU?!" "Jessica's best friend, hellooo?" he face-palmed "whatever, what could i do with these to help find her, im pretty sure that she's being abused par Marshall." Gunther looked at her incredulously " Her mom would never let something like that happen!" "well, she's supposed to be with her father, but he didn't know she was coming." They stopped at a crosswalk for a few minutes. "So baisically,nobody knows where she's at?" they stepped across the road. "You got it Clearance."
Winter, a fine season for love, giving, and searching for a Lost girl in Michigan. The amer cold bit at Kick's legs, making him wish he was born in a fourrure coat. "Brad, remember, we came here to rescue Jess,nothing else, understood?" " sure" Brad didn't pay any mind to him. His parents stepped out of the car, followed par Brianna. " Kick, toi play nice with the boys here, no fights, toi too Brad!" His mother called after them. Kick just waved it off, continuing to walk after Brad. Gunther scrambled out of the car at last. "I'm coming Kick!" his foot was caught in a seatbelt."just...a second....!" he grunted loudly. Finally free, he caught up with Kick, face buried deep in his coat, keeping warm from the stinging cold. Gunther did the same. minutes of snow crunching awkward silence, Gunther spoke up, his voisce muffled par his manteau "I don't get it.." Kick's eyes fell upon Gunther as they continued walking."why would toi go-" "after a girl who broke my heart?" Kick finished for him. he sighed " l’amour makes us do crazy things, she'd do anything for me." Gunther could actually look up at Kick, he must have grown a few inches. His stone cold gaze was set upon the road ahead, and what could possibly be in his way.
"Kiiiiiiiiiiiccck........Kiiiiiiiiiiiiicccckkkk.....KIIIICK...KICK!!!" Gunther whined, totally exhausted. "Yes, Gunther?" "i think.." Gunther gulped "i'm gonna die..." The blonde boy raised his nose into the air, catching the scent of coffee. He looked at Kick, pleading with his eyes. " yes, go get a coffee. be quick." Gunther booked into the coffee store, the cloche, bell on the door clinking as she entered. Kick stood outside,hands in his pockets and one leg tucked behind the other. A Blonde girl stared out from behind her coffee cup, watching Kick from the window. Her deep freckled nose twitched, inhaling the essence of caramel and sipped her mocha. "Well, he's got those hard eyes," the mysterious girl whispered to herself "and the helmet, that gives him away. Clarence Francis Buttowski." She smiled and drank the whipped cream on the bottom of the cup. Gunther whipped around, surprised to hear Kick's full name in a place like this. He looked around, seeing nobody suspicious, he carefully dropped a five dollar bill onto the counter and took his coffee, looking over his shoulder the entire time. The girl with sandy blonde hair eyed Gunther as he walked. Kick was impatient, he was ready to leave his best friend. the cloche, bell jingled again and out ran Gunther, out of breath. " Kiick....there's...this girl... she keeps staring....at meeee!!" " Gunther,it's gonna be fine." he held his friend up with both arms, looked up to find the girl still gawking at the duo. " What's her problem with us?" "Blonde pudgy boy, just like she described." the female coffee-shop-goer still watched them outside. Kick drug Gunther back into the boutique to confront this stranger. "HEY!" the girl adorned with a blue button-up polo and jeans looked down "What's your problem with us?!" Kick sneeered, still draging Gunther. " Chill kids, we're in a coffee shop, use your inside voice." she whispered the end. His patience was wearing thin. "Kick right?" she pointed her straw at him. "who wants to know?" he questioned. "yup, stubborn,arrogant,short....Kick, Jessica's great with descriptions." she popped the straw back into her mouth. "Jessica?" Kick's voice softened "Oooh, found the word! Tell me, did it sting to find out she was taken?" "Look, i didn't come searching for a fight, but if i have to, i will!" Fists balled and ready he practically screamed, attracting most of the Cafe"s attention. "Waatch it shorty, don't toi have enough trouble on your hands?" she smiled smugly "What do toi know?!" she hopped off the stool. "More than wahat toi do."
"The name's Vicky, last name isn't important,' she spoke fast "i know plus than what toi do about Jessica and Marshall, i'd like to keep myself hidden, lay low, ya know?" Kick nodded, matching her step for step. " whad'dya know?" " For starters," Kick pulled out every letter Jess had written to him and handed them to her. " Aww, she told toi she loved you. she always talked about you." The casque bearing boy stared blankly at her and threw his arms in the air. "WHO ARE YOU?!" "Jessica's best friend, hellooo?" he face-palmed "whatever, what could i do with these to help find her, im pretty sure that she's being abused par Marshall." Gunther looked at her incredulously " Her mom would never let something like that happen!" "well, she's supposed to be with her father, but he didn't know she was coming." They stopped at a crosswalk for a few minutes. "So baisically,nobody knows where she's at?" they stepped across the road. "You got it Clearance."
Kick was preparing for one of his stunts.
"I don't know about this Kick..." Gunther said, worried.
"Oh please, Gunther. What could possibly go wrong?" Gunther had an extremely worried look on his face. Kick was about to bolt down a huge ramp, over a pit full of toxic waste and extremely hungry grizzly bears.
"Where do toi even get this stuff from?" Gunther asked, confused. Kick didn't reply. Just after Gunther asked, Kick darted down the ramp, not with enough speed. Something went horribly wrong.
"Kiiiiiiick!" Gunther yelled, timid.
"I don't know about this Kick..." Gunther said, worried.
"Oh please, Gunther. What could possibly go wrong?" Gunther had an extremely worried look on his face. Kick was about to bolt down a huge ramp, over a pit full of toxic waste and extremely hungry grizzly bears.
"Where do toi even get this stuff from?" Gunther asked, confused. Kick didn't reply. Just after Gunther asked, Kick darted down the ramp, not with enough speed. Something went horribly wrong.
"Kiiiiiiick!" Gunther yelled, timid.
"Don't worry, Gunther. We'll find a way back home."
"No we can't! We're stranded! We have no money, no food! And to make even worse, we have no place to live!" Gunther yelled. Kick found $10,000 laying on the ground.
"We have money now."
"Whhat are we gonna do with it?" Gunther asked.
"We're gonna buy everything we
need to survive out there."
"You mean we're gonna-"
"We're gonna go home."
"I don't know about this Kick. I can already tell something bad's going to happen."
"Nothing bad's going to happen. Stop worrying so much."
"I always tell him something bad will
happen, but if course, he doesn't listen to me! Then something bad DOES happen!" Gunther mumbled, angry.
"No we can't! We're stranded! We have no money, no food! And to make even worse, we have no place to live!" Gunther yelled. Kick found $10,000 laying on the ground.
"We have money now."
"Whhat are we gonna do with it?" Gunther asked.
"We're gonna buy everything we
need to survive out there."
"You mean we're gonna-"
"We're gonna go home."
"I don't know about this Kick. I can already tell something bad's going to happen."
"Nothing bad's going to happen. Stop worrying so much."
"I always tell him something bad will
happen, but if course, he doesn't listen to me! Then something bad DOES happen!" Gunther mumbled, angry.
Gunther had emptied the whole bag of nourriture and drinks on to his bed. What do toi think he did? That's right, he went to the grocery store and tried to rob it (steal all of the Cheetah Chug). But something went wrong. Gunther didn't know they had a security system. Startled, he dropped the bag and ran out the door. He didn't get very far though.
Police men and their cars were waiting outside of the door.
"You're under arrest!" The cop said.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gunther screamed.
"Get in the car." The cop a dit while putting hand cuffs on Gunther.
"I sure hope Kick finds me...." he thought in his mind.
Gunther didn't know this, but Kick saw the whole thing from their hotel window.
"I knew this would happen..." Kick mumbled, angry.
Police men and their cars were waiting outside of the door.
"You're under arrest!" The cop said.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gunther screamed.
"Get in the car." The cop a dit while putting hand cuffs on Gunther.
"I sure hope Kick finds me...." he thought in his mind.
Gunther didn't know this, but Kick saw the whole thing from their hotel window.
"I knew this would happen..." Kick mumbled, angry.