Alabama Drama

[DemonKing]

CHAPTER 1

 

Paul, Charlie, Damon and Chris where good friends that had met on a messaging board called gtaforums.com ("Growing Tomatoes Ace" forums). One day they decided to meet up and go camping down near Wilsonville, Alabama, the deep south.

 

They decided to meet up in Wilsonville first. Damon was the first to arrive. He sat on a wall, staring into space. Damon was checking his watch, they where 15 minutes late already. Soon enough Chris arrived in his brand new car Volkswagen Golf. He had done quite well for himself selling sports memorabilia on the streets of Liverpool.

 

"Yo Son" Chris yelled at Damon. Damon jumped up and saw Chris.

"Hey man" Damon yelled,

"Hey, where's Paul and Charlie?"

"I'm not too sure, they where supposed to be here 15 minutes ago".

 

As he said that, a pickup truck full of chickens stopped near them. Out jumped Paul with his guitar, wearing a straw hat.

"Yo guys, sorry I'm late, I... er, lost my bus pass"

"That's fine Paul, but where's Charlie?"

"Oh yeah, he rang me up not long ago, said he was waiting here for you".

 

Damon reached into his jeans and pulled out his cellphone, dialing Charlie's number. It started to ring.

"Y'ello?" Charlie picked up.

"Dude, where the f*ck are you?" Damon yelled down the phone.

"Dude, I'm here in Wilsonville, I'm at the motel..."

"And it didn't occur to you to tell me?"

"How was I supposed to know?"

Charlie's voice was curt and laced with a bitter aftertaste.

"Nevermind, we'll meet you at the motel."

 

"Here guys hop in my car" offered Chris.

So soon enough, they arrived at the motel, and saw Charlie in the parking lot,

"Hey guys, sorry about that..." Charlie muttered.

"Don't worry Charlie," Damon sighed, "right, well, we gotta head out to town hall, and talk to the mayor, this town has got some odd restrictions on camping".

 

So the guys arrived at town hall later that day. They strode up to the receptionist, who looked like she was dressed exclusively in tweed.

"Excuse me Ma'am, but we need to see the mayor," Chris asked.

"Seeing the mayor is by booking only, I'm afraid" the receptionist replied coldly.

"Oh but I'm sure a fine young woman such as yourself could get as a booking, am I right?" Chris implied, jabbing his elbow into Damon's ribs.

"Well when you put it that way, I'll send you right in, whatever your name is?"

"Chris ma'am, but you can call me whatever you want".

 

Damon, Paul and Charlie entered the mayors office, while Chris continued to try and get into the receptionist's pants. The mayor was sat in his chair looking out of the window. "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor" Damon said shyly, the mayor proceeded to whip around in his chair. He must've only been about 17.

 

"Well hellooooo fellas, My name is Mayor Lochie Wilson 5th, what brings your chaps to my fine town?"

"We need approval to go on a camping trip sir" Damon stated.

"Well I dunno son, camping is deeeangerousss, you could get hurt..."

"I'm not 12 for f*cks sake" Damon shouted.

"Alight, alright, Jeebus, you can go camping! You have my approval, but beware... those woods ain't safe".

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2, up soon.

[Chunk]

While this not being SRS at all, I quite enjoyed. There was some errors here and there, but my only real criticism would be, where's that handsome chap Matty?

Edited May 23, 2009 by Chunk

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*re-editing*

Why that? I liked your first post

[Chunk]

*re-editing*

Why that? I liked your first post

Because I wanted to give real feedback instead of mentioning my MSN convo written story about a certain GTAF member and his dog and cat engaging in some lovin'.