Chapter four: face to face---literally!
I ran out of the room, wiping the tears from my chin as I go. I end up in a family bathroom, locked inside, and let it all out. There's a familiar sound of boot stomping and a voice that I recognize well. "What're ya doin' in 'ere?" Cried out a phony country accent. "Stop it," "What?" His voice back to normal. "I know that accent isn't real, Huckleberry," I said, sniffling. "And I know that you're not really using this bathroom," he said, truthfully. "Oh yeah,..." I challenged. "Yeah," he replied. Suddenly, I heard a bang on the stall door. Then another. Moments later, he was swinging his leg over the top of the door with swift ease. "Why did you do that?" I asked with wonder. "Why'd I do what?" He asked, even though he clearly knew. "Why'd you come after me. I mean, I figured that you'd hate me," I said. He somehow looked surprised. "What? No way, Maya. We're friends. I could never do that to you; even if I am a Huckleberry." He said. "So you admit it! That you're a ranger Rick, ranger Roy, huckleberry, and a Bucky McBoing-Boing," I cried. "Why is that?" He interrupted. "Why don't you just call me by my name? And what does Bucky McBoing-Boing even mean? I think that's a new one.." I hesitated. "Y-yeah.." I froze---and thought of a change of subject. "Hey, let's get out of here and check on Rowan." I said. Pretty slick..."No! Uh..." Nice save, Bucky. Silence. The ever so dreaded feeling that's happened to me quite often. Then, to my surprise, he grabbed my by the face and it happened. For at least 2 minutes, but then again, who's counting? I can't wait to see what happens now...
TO BE CONTINUED...
