Other Fan Fiction ❯ Helter Skelter ❯ Chasing Lakota ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1: Chasing Lakota

 

"Lakota! Look at the kitties!"

Sid pressed her nose to the pet store window even more, and Lakota, her ferret of doom, fidgeted in Sid's hands. Elijah sat at Sid's feet, looking down the hall to the Hot Topic.

I, on the other hand, was dancing to the music on the mall loudspeakers. I can't help it that I listen to any type of music thrown my way. Its in my nature.

"Siddeh, while you oggle the black cats, can Eli and I go to a different store?" I asked, dancing towards my lovely sister, "It's pretty boring here."

"Sure, fine, hold on," she shifted Lakota in her arms as she turned, but instead, Lakota sprung from her hands and ran like the wind.

"LAKOTA!!!!" Sid and I both screamed, running after I beloved pet. Elijah was being dragged by his collar, since we couldn't wait for his slow ass to catch up to us. The agile little ferret was dodging legs, and I swear it was laughing. But the smells from the food court were calling, and apparently, Lakota wanted to answer. I gained a little more speed and caught up to our little darling, only to have her stop at a pair of feet in front of the Sarku Take-Out.

Of course, only to have that person bend over and pick our pet up. "Awe! George, look! Can we keep 'im?"

I skidded to a halt, almost knocking the guy over, but thankfully I didn't. I looked up to see a guy with blue-tipped liberty spikes and a orange lip ring staring back at me, holding Lakota in his arms. His buddy, George, stood behind him, donning an orange mohawk.

"Uhm, that's my sister's ferret," I blushed, pointing at Lakota, who threw me a nasty little look. I couldn't help but stare at this ferret stealer, though, as his smile faded.

"You heard her, Paul. Give back her pet," George mumbled, nudging his pal's shoulder.

Paul looked rather upset in having to hand Lakota over to Sid, who had finally caught up at the moment, but he knew it was the right thing. Elijah looked like he was in horrible pain as he sat, panting, at my feet, holding his neck for dear life.

I stooped down, "Awe, poor Eli. Has my meanie sissy been hurting joo...?"

He rolled his eyes and pushed me away. Typical Eli. He got up and began to talk with Sid and George, leaving me to talk to Paul.

"Name's Jaden Iro," I smiled, extending my hand and squinching my eyes, "I'm a slacker with no job!"

He shook my hand, "Paul Simon. Bassist. Jerk Lads."

"You? Huh! I've never really seen pictures of you guys, but I heard your demo. Pretty good stuff," I smiled, taking back my hand after such an awkwardly long shake.

The radio in the mall switched over songs. "OH GOD! This is awesome! Vanilla..." we both gasped, and then looked at each other awkwardly, "...sky..." I caught Paul's eyes, and we stood there, blushing and staring at each other in awkward engrossment.

That's when I started the rounds....

"South Park?"
"Amazing.... MSI?"
"The best! Peterick?"
"Interesting nonetheless... Nightmare?"
"GOD! The Clash?"
"Genius."

We both cracked up laughing, "Where have you been?"

But it was cut short.

"Jaden, we're leaving!"

"Well I have to go. Sis is my ride, y'know?" I laughed, ripping a piece of paper from the sketchbook in my bag. I scrawled down my cell number and slipped it into Paul's hands, "Nice meeting you, Paul.."



Lakota was one spoiled ferret when I was done with her last night.