Jelly's Story in Progress!

[jelly_bean]

I've been thinking about this for quite some time, and have really wanted to write up stories about the misadventures about two kids, Laurel and Terrance. So, I'll go ahead and do so and pray this is the right place to do it! Each post will be a whole misadventure, and due to space and stuff I have made a reply thread! Anyway... here we go.

Name:Laurel Jane Carraway
Age:16
Grade:11
Height:5'4"
Weight:117
Appearance:Short mousy light brown hair, laughing dark brown eyes. She usually wears whatever's comfortable and tries to be cool.... but fails. She is always trying to keep her hair out of her face and sometimes goes to strange measures to attempt keeping it out. For the most part, wears jeans and bright colored shirts(some louder than others!), has to wear glasses sometimes but mostly wears contacts. Is the right weight, but not skinny or even that slim. Just not chubby!
Personality:Is very outgoing, loves crowds and has little to no shame about anything. She loves to go around including people and is very friendly, but get on her bad side and you're not likely to get off her hit list for quite some time...
History:Has a normal enough family life, a younger brother and sister, parents who are silly but loving. Since forever Laurel has had some sort of attention deficiency, a "phase", as her parents said, that just never went away. She always changes her wanted-professions, favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite anythings in the drop of a hat and it's a miracle she and Terrance have managed to stay best friends since the first grade. She has a tendency to pick on Terrance but she really does appreciate him.
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Name:Terrance Michael Johnson
Age:17
Grade:11
Height:5'7"
Weight:135
Appearance:Dark blonde hair, dark green eyes, tall and lanky-ish, although it's not too bad. He wears a more of a skateboarder style thing, and loves wearing hats. He also tries to be cool but fails. He appreciates the darker colors and never hesitates to yell at Laurel for her tastes. Likes baggy t-shirts and jeans, dons braces like a trooper.
Personality:He can be every bit of a big mouth as his female counterpart. He knows how to be quiet, though, and can actually be kinda philosical at times... creeps all his friends and family out. Most of the time he likes to goof off and cause trouble with Laurel.
History:He's known very well to go along with Laurel's passing whims of fancy, just because he thinks it's fun. The reason he became her friend was because she kept taking his crayons because one by one the other colors became her favorite colors. The both got into a fight for the crayons, got timed-out, and were friends ever since. His family is relatively normal also, has an older brother and two younger sisters. He is most of the time mellow enough, and more stable about his preferences. He's liked the color green since he was 5. At times he and Laurel can seem like the odd couple, but they always have fun in everything they do.

PHEW!! that was more all-out than I thought, lol. Anyway, that's all for now and tomorrow their adventures will begin! Hoo ha! I may slap together a prologue, even.... meh, we shall see in normal-peoples times

 

[jelly_bean]

**<grins> thanks rebel! I have been thinking about this for awhile now... this actually came about from last year when I had to write a short story for english class, I made up these two! Whenever I'm not talking in my stories I'll have these thingies ** ** So now I should post something, eh? Here goes the Prologue..**

PROLOGUE
Laurel boredly watched the yo yo go up and down. How boring, how absolutely boring. Why wasn't she up and out? Doing something worth...um...doing?? Groaning at herself, she rolled over onto her stomach on her bed. She heard loud bangings... a sure sign it was her brother. "What do you want, Larry?" She said, watching the yo yo bob up and down once again. "Pizza's here, Mom says wash up and come eat." Laurel stopped yo yo-ing as a slow smile lit up her face. Her younger brother stared at her before leaving the room, yelling, "MOOOOOOM!! Laurie's got that look AGAAAAAAAAIN!!" She quickly dropped the yo yo onto the floor and picked up her small phone, instantly weaving her fingers in the cord. Dialing, her smile broadened. "Hello, Terrance?"
"Huh? Hey Laurel, what's up?"
"Terr, I just got the greatest idea of something to do AND a fun way to earn money!" She ignored his groan. "Don't you want to hear it?"
"Doesn't matter what I say, so what is it?"
"I could be a pizza delivery girl! Wouldn't that be great?! Not to mention something to put my license to use with!"
"Pizza delivery? And I thought your last idea was weird...."
"Oh, pooh my last idea! Well, are you in?"
"Have I ever said no?"
"Come over after dinner." Not waiting for him to hang up, she tossed the phone away and Laurel grinned.

This was not an unordinary scenario for the two, and let's have a little flashback to when the two first met, shall we?

~FLASHBACK about 10 years ago, back to kindergarten~

"MOOOOOOOOOOOM!! I can't find my sneaker!!"
"Check under your bed, Terry."
"Thanks Mom!" 6 year old Terrance grinned, his newly cut hair flopping as he ran into the kitchen. He hoped he would make lots of new friends! It was his first official day of school, and he was kinda older than most kids but he didn't care. His mom then ushered him off to school, where everything he had seen with his parents seemed....larger...and SCARIER! Swallowing, he gripped the straps of his new backpack and caught sight of his new teacher, Ms. Newman. She smiled at him and he tried to budge from where he stood. Time seemed to move slowly as he somehow was put in the right place, back pack stowed away and all the kids were sitting in a circle.

"Now, kids, welcome to kindergarten! I'm excited to start teaching and I'm sure we'll all get along and have lots of fun. Why don't we start off with some art time? Now, we have a lot of art supplies but we still have to share. For every box of crayons, two of you will have to share." She said, motioning as she talked. Terrance scowled, not liking the thought of having to share already! He hoped the person who he shared with would be a pushover. All the little kids moved as if in a fog, skeptical of the whole sharing thing. Somehow, he ended up having to share crayons with a girl in a green dress, with pigtails and a scowl bigger than his. Terrance had a bad feeling about her. The girl immediately exclaimed to him, "I want the yellow crayon because it's my favorite color." Terrance felt a ray of hope. Would she only want one crayon? "Okay." He said, handing it to her. He watched her stare at it and begin drawing big yellow circles on her paper.

Terrance drew contentedly for about, 5 minutes, before the girl once again proclaimed, "I want the orange crayon because it's my favorite color." He shrugged and gave it to her. She was easily amused. This continued with the following colors, green, red, blue, purple, pink, black, and brown. Glaring venom at the girl, he realized that there was only one crayon color left... the WHITE one! Just as he was about to voice his injustice, she smiled sweetly at him and said, "Hand over the white." And that's when he snapped. "YOU'RE TAKING ALL MY CRAYONS!! YOU BULLY, SHARE!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he made a grab for her small pile. The girl gave what sounded like a hiss and clamped on to her crayons. Ms. Newman hurriedly rushed over to the two and took all the crayons from the both of them. "Laurel, Terrance, both of you in time out. NOW."
"But she----!"
"He took------!!!"
"GO!!!!!!!!!!"
Terrance sullenly went the corner and sat in a chair. The girl arrived two seconds later... Laurel. He made a face at her. "How many favorite colors can you have in day?!" He whispered loudly. She stuck up her nose and said defensively, "How many colors are there to be favoritted?" And he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. And that's when he knew his life just got way more interesting. "Wanna be my friend?" He said, and she twirled one of her pigtails and said loudly, "Yes!"

And nearly everyday after that, they ended up in timeout together.

~BACK TO THE PRESENT~

"Shoot! Gonna be late for dinner!" She yelled, running out the bed room door. She and Terrance thought best when they both had full stomachs, you know.

 

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Shortly after dinner, Laurel called, "Moooom, I'm going to the hideout with Terrance!" Her mother knew that meant the place where Terrance and Laurel met up to brainstorm or just hang out and get some peace and quiet. Both her parents. All 4 of their parents knew of that, because they had used it time and again over the years. Grabbing a light jacket because it was evening, she sprang out the door. Nearly tripping over a stray cat, she grabbed her bike and began pedaling.

Whistling the Andy Griffith theme song as she breezed down the hill of her street, she mulled over her newest idea in her mind. This was sheer genius! she would make a GREAT pizza delivery girl. And Terrance would have fun, too. Waving at a little kid licking an ice cream cone, she braked as she saw the alley that lead to their hideout. She set her bike down.

Finding the little wooded area, she pushed through the shrubbery and out behind it was a cleared off area with a few scattered trees. "Terrance!" She yelled, spotting him zoned out against a tree. "You took forever," he said, smirking at her. Ignoring the remark, she grinned at him. "Guess what I have in mind?! You'll love my idea. Guess, guess!" She said, dancing around him. He grabbed her by the arms and shook her. "You crazy devil! Just tell me before we end up on the moon!"

"Okay okay okay," Laurel breathed. "We should get a job delivering PIZZA! At that pizza place where your dad knows the owner, he'll give us a job. So are you up for it?" Terrance stared at her wide eyed. "Another job?! Laur... I dunno about this..." She gave him her puppy-dog gaze. "C'mon.... Terrance.... you know you want to, deep down inside..." He just scowled. Crossing his arms, he leaned against a lone oak tree. Groaning inwardly Laurel felt like timing him. He always thought about it for like, three minutes before giving in.

3.....2.....1..... "All RIGHT, but next time you get a bright idea it better not be a job, because school is starting sometime soon." He said begrudgingly. She gave a triumphant grin and replied, "Great! Let's go bike over to Mason's Pizzeria right now!" He stared at her skeptically as she already headed back the way she came. He had no choice but to go with her. Terrance knew all too well with Laurel everything was lead, follow, or get out of the way.

Throwing open the door, she called out, "Heeeey, Mr. Mason!" The 40ish year old man looked up from the cash register and gave her a tired smile. "Hello, Laurel, Terrance." He didn't bother asking for their order because they often just stopped in to talk to him or another employee. Laurel looked expectantly at Terrance and gave him a nudge for good measure. Coughing, he said hesitantly, "Mr. Mason, um, Laurel and I would like to apply for being delivery people for your store." And a big bright smile lit up his face. Both of the two teens flashed questioning looks at each other. Why does he look like he's just won the lottery? Their looks asked.

"You kids are a GODSEND!! All my deliverers went AWOL and I had no clue what to do. You two are hired, I would just prefer if you stayed together since you are new. How late can you stay out? When can you start?" Once again Terrance and Laurel exchanged looks. "Hold on!" Laurel said for the both of them and made a dash for the payphone.
"Mom? It's me... yeah, that me. I just got a job! How late can I stay out?.... What job? I'm a delivery girl for Mason's pizza, if you'll let me... OH!! Terrance too. Yes, I'll be with Terrance the whole time.... YES, yes, yes... 11:00?! Thanks Mom, you're the greatest! Can you tell Terrance's folks where he is? We've got to go, we'll be home around 11, bye now!" She hung up the payphone with relish. She checked her watch.... It was only about 7:10, so they had nearly 4 hours of work before they had to be home! She ran to Terrance and yanked on his sleeve. "We can stay out till 11, Terr!!"

He flashed a grin. "You're lucky we have such easy-going parents, Laurel. Otherwise you'd be insane!" She ignored his remark, and reported happily to Mr. Mason, "We can start now!" He looked like he wanted to hug the both of them. "Both of you, come on back and get the pizzas." He waved them to come. They both eagerly followed him as he started the briefing. Mr. Mason told them about where they delivered the most, gave directions, went through the rules, gave them money to make change, and told them how to behave. Then he gave them the store's hats and shirts to identify that they worked there.

He then handed them all the boxes, with the addresses taped onto the top of the boxes and rushed them out the door. "Cool delivery car!" Laurel said with a laugh, it was a dinky little yellow car with a cheesy picture of a dancing pizza on both sides, with the slogan of the pizza place. Mason's Pizzeria Makes Pizza Right in a Left World! Laurel laughed out loud at that. "I never knew that was his slogan!" She remarked, sliding into the passengers seat, letting Terrance drive. "This is your crazy idea, you can deliver the first pizza!" He said, not unkindly. She nodded disinterestedly as he drove up to the curb. "We're here! Have fun!" Terrance said with a grin. She stuck her tongue out at him as she got out and quickly ran up the steps and rang the bell.

"Yeah?" Said a pudgy guy in a grease-stained shirt, obvious not giving a hoot about who she was. "I'm from Mason's Pizzaria, you ordered a pizza?" She said cheerily yet shakily. "Yeah." He said, in the same tone. He then took the pizza box, opened it, and glared at her. "I ordered MEAT lovers pizza! Not this TRASH!" He bellowed, thrusting the pizza box at her. Laurel stared striken at the anchovy-pepperoni-mushroom-olive pizz.
"But s-sir! This was what I was given and-"
"THAT'S no excuse, girly! I ain't paying you for this pizza!"
"SIR, are you SURE this isn't your pizza?"
"I told you what I ordered!"
"Yeah, but this is the pizza you are getting."
"WHAT?! You can't make me pay for this!!"
"IT'S YOUR PIZZA, TAKE IT!!" She shrieked, forgetting civility. He roared at her when a boy who looked about 20 years old bounded down the stairs. He waved at Laurel and took the pizza box out of her hands as he said, "Oh cool! The pizza I ordered is here! Pay 'er, dad." He then flashed her a smile and ran back upstairs as his dad stared red-faced and open-mouthed. She smiled sweet as honey and stuck out her palm.

"I win, Mister, pay me." She said smugly, not caring that she was being extremely rude. He growled under his breath as he pulled a few bills out of his pocket. "Now get OUT!!" He hissed. She all but ran out of the mans house. Shaken, she retreated to the front seat. "You don't look so good... what happened?" She just shook her head vigorously and so Terrance shrugged and drove on. "You deliver the next pizza." She said in a slightly detained voice. "Alrighty, Laurel! Are you okay though?" She forced a merry smile. "Fine, FIIIINE!! I'll tell you later."

Terrance rolled his eyes to himself. What on earth was this girl doing to him?! She made him do crazy things... she SO was going to owe him. She wouldn't even deliver all the pizzas! This was what SHE wanted to do, NOT HIM! Groaning inwardly, he parked once again. "Stay here or I will kill you." He warned, picking up the pizza box. She nodded mutely. He bounded up the driveway. This isn't too hard, just give 'em the box, get their money and be on your way. Wonder what shook Laurel up so much. He knocked on the old-looking door when a sweet old lady answered the door. He gave what he thought was a charming smile. "Somebody ordered a pizza?" Her mouth puckered as she looked him up and down. "Young man, how old are you?"

Surprised at the question, he answered quickly, "17, ma'am." She gave him a disapproving frown. "You know... you should wait until you're 21 to get a job. Why do you want to have one so young?"
"Ma'am, I-"
"Do you have someone older with you? A chaperone? Does your parents know you're here? I could be some kidnapping wacko and ordered a pizza just to kidnap you! Do you have an older person with you?"
"Well, no, but,"
"Then you better go get one! I'm not paying you until you do. You're from Mason's Pizza? I'll go call them and request one for you-"
"MA'AM, PLEASE, I...!!"
"MOTHER!! Stop harrassing the poor boy!" Said a younger woman, rushing to accept the pizza. "I'm sorry, she's really old fashioned... please forgive her crazy behavior." Flashing stern looks to her mother, the lady gave him the money and a large tip, and her eyes warned for him to leave before her mother started lecturing him again. The older lady was still giving him disapproving looks. He tipped his hat and turned on his heel towards the car.

Once safely buckled in, Laurel looked at him. "Well?" He just shook his head. "Later," He muttered. He drove them in silence to the third and final house, where Laurel delivered the pizza in relative peace. They returned back to the store. "Mr. Mason, I.... we..."
"Sorry, kiddos, our normal delivers have returned and we won't be needing your help anymore... thanks a million, keep what they gave you as pay. I hope it's okay that it has been so strange." For the third time that night, Terrance and Laurel exchanged looks. "It's okay, perfectly fine!" She said, not bothering to hide her joy from her voice. Terrance grinned and added, "Not a problem at ALL."

They both exited the pizzeria and sat on the curb out front. It was only about 8:30. Laurel flashed a rueful smile at Terrance, which he grinned in reply. "That went well..." She said with a laugh, poking his arm. "Overly well. Now are you going to tell me what happened?"
"Only if you tell me YOUR horror story."
"Deal. Go."
"Well, I went in to deliver the pizza, right?...."

Episode #1:Finis
**Hope y'all enjoyed it, took forever to do **

 

[jelly_bean]

** *laughs* not really. I get spurts of ideas, it was at 9 o'clock last night when I really buckled down and finished it up. Inspiration isn't easy to get. Next story is going to be the modified story that I wrote for my English class about a year ago! Thanks for the replies, I really like hearing them. If y'all have any story ideas, I would love to hear those also **

 

[jelly_bean]

"...and this has been, At Home with Bev. God bless." Finished off the cheerful lady. Terrance flicked off the television set and sighed contentedly as Laurel threw him a disbelieving glance. "Terrance, what is it with you and that show?" Still staring at the screen, he replied dazedly, "I don't know... but it's not just that show, it's cooking shows in general. I don't even have to like the food, I just like watching cooking shows." He then shrugged carelessly.

Laurel rolled her eyes. "You skip 'Tomatos, Aliens, and You' to watch 'At Home with Bev'?!" She said. "I can't believe you!"
"Yeah, well... I like At Home with Bev." He declared stubbornly. "And I even signed us up for a cooking class!" He said, taking on a dreamy look. Laurel's jaw dropped and she managed to squeak, "Excuse me, US?!" And he threw her a Look. "I went along with your pizza delivery idea, Laurel. You HAVE to do this with me!"

Laurel released a frustrated sigh but couldn't deny she had him do many a thing he didn't want to do. She then gave him a dirty look and acquiesed. "Fine. When do we go?" He smiled smugly at her before replying, "Right after school tomorrow, we'll hitch a ride with my mom."
"And speaking of which, I have to get home. See you tomorrow, Terrance." Laurel said, grabbing her jacket and waving goodbye. She shook her head as she wondered what normally sensible Terrance had gotten them into....

~*Next day, at the cooking workshop*~

Terrance beamed as he put on his apron, which read At Home. He was normally not so nerdy, but he was in his element. Laurel suppressed a groan and put on her matching one. The obvious instructor, a man of generous size, smiled widely at everyone in the workshop. " 'Allo, my little créampuffs!" He said in a fake French accent. "Welcome to my cooking workshop, started by the great Bevlina(ahem, Bev) herself! And the first thing we shall make is zuchinni puffs..."

~*At the end of the session*~

Terrance seemed to be on Cloud 9. "For an hour and a half straight, we did nothing but cook foods that Bevlina herself concocted!!" He bubbled, clutching his apron dramatically. "No kidding, everything has at least one whole stick of butter and was so nasty nobody would ever EAT the thing." Laurel pointed out pessimistically. But Terrance was too far gone to be discouraged. "At Hooooooome!" He sang, tossing his spatula into a dirtied bowl. Then out of the blue, the fat fake French accented chef came over to the pair, and then hugged them both to him.

They were both starting to make choking noises before he released them. "CONGRATULATIONS!!" He bellowed, clasping his hands and smiling like the dickens at him. "E-excuse me?" Laurel panted. "Bevlina herself told me that if there were any star pupils, that she would invite them onto her live show! And you two are IT, I've never seen such enthusiam!" Terrance's face broke out into a huge grin. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" He said, looking ready to hyperventilate. The chef beamed. "Yes! So, will you two be here by tomorrow, half an hour before three o'clock? All you have to do is show up and follow Bev's instructions! Toodles!" He gave them a farewell wave and scurried off.

Terrance threw his arms around Laurel and hugged her as hard as the chef had just hugged them. "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! We're going to be on At Home! With Bevlina (Bev) Williams!" He cried, then letting go and dancing around. "Um... I think you've lost your mind. I just hope she doesn't make us eat the stuff." Replied Laurel with a touch of disdain in her voice. That one woman could make her best friend go off the deep end just by waving her stick of butter on the TV? "What's this world coming to?" She murmured, shaking her head.

~*The next day, at 2:30 P.M.*~

"We're HERE. In Bev's own studio!" Whispered Terrance, looking from item to item. "HEY! I recognize that fridge, it's... OHHH, it's the ONE." He looked like he was going to moon over everything, until Laurel snapped her fingers in front of his face and grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. ".......FOCUS!" She hissed, letting go of his face. "It's only a cooking show, get over it!" He completely ignored her and gasped as the infamous Bevlina Williams finally came to view.

"It's HER!" Whispered Laurel and Terrance in unison. And there she was, in all her glory. She was a decent height, plump in size, but actually very pretty, with blonde hair and glasses, one who could be described as aging gracefully. Laurel murmured, "She looks more like an Arlene than a Bev..." She caught sight of them and smiled broadly. "You two must be Terrance and Laurel!" She gushed, moving to shake their hands. "Go to our makeup people, have them set you up, and we'll get you on the show!" Bev said with a warm smile. Terrance returned the smile and charged off to the makeup people, and Laurel meekly followed.

Soon enough, they were ushered back in. Bevlina looked up from chatting with Michael the camera 1 guy. "Are we all set?" She said, more to the others than to Laurel and Terrance. Everyone gave the obligatory nod or thumbsup, and she went to the spot behind the counters. "You two, stay in that area until I say your names, then when I do, come out on either side of me, okay?" Bev said. They both nodded.

The whole show went rather smoothly, although Terrance over enthusiastically knocked over a few bowls and Laurel looked hopelessly bored and hardly did anything but smile and say little. At the end, Bevlina proudly presented the two with their own-made peach walnut raisin cookies. "And this has been At Home, With Bev Williams. God bless." She finished, with a large smile. "And... cut! Great show." Called Michael after a moment. Laurel gave a deflated sigh and Terrance looked ready to die of happiness.

"This is a dream come TRUE!!" He breathed, caressing the cookies. Bev walked over to them and smiled. "Thank you for being on my show, keep the cookies and things as a present. I have to run now, take care! Goodbye now!" She said, squeezing their shoulders and walking off. They took the basket full of strange foods and went outside of the building to wait for Terrance's mom.

Terrance took a bite of the cookie and grimaced. "Okay, so the food is gross... but you have to admit, it WAS fun making them on national television!" He said, spitting the chunk out. "Ah.... I guess so. But let's just say you owe me, big time." Laurel said with a laugh, kicking the curb with her shoe. Terrance got up from where he was, and patted Laurel on the head before stating:



"She does use a lot of butter, don't she?"

Episode #2:Finis
**AUTHOR'S NOTES:The long overdue Episode #2 is finally complete!! I really hope you like it, I spent a lot of time thinking and typing this up. I'm not too humble to say that I think this was worth the wait, though! First, Unique, I took forever because I was busy for a few weeks with just STUFF, and then I had to think up the idea and I've been typing for the past week whenever I got inspiration. Now, what's up with the cooking show feetish? I actually have one, myself, and because I want Terrance and Laurel to be a mix of me, Terrance got this weird quirk. Everything about this show... and the cooking, I based it on my own favorite cooking show, At Home with Arlene Williams. (http://www.ctvn.org/athome/, this is a real show!) Then why is her name Bev here? Bevlina the supermod helped me find my threads after I had a mod split it into a thread with replies! So, I dedicate this to her, I based the Bev description on Arlene because I have no clue what she really looks like! Sorry, Bevvy! Anyway, seriously Arlene loves her butter, and some of her recipes are outrageous, but I'm still addicted to her show. I watch it like, every other day! Yikes, actually, I *just* watched her show today. Ack, as for updates... I really suggest you subscribe to this thread, because it takes a good while for episodes to get done. That way you can see the updates as soon as they come. Oh, PLEASE put any comments/suggestions on the SiP thread, I so want to hear from y'all! Anyway, enough notes. Thank you for reading! **