When the Girls are Gone, the Boys will Play

"Don't take life to seriously, you'll never escape it alive anyway."

                                                                               -Unknown

                           When the GIRLS are gone the BOYS will play

                                 Chapter 1: Vodka or Champagne?                              

            I slipped on my jeans and T-shirts, getting ready for the first day of my new summer job. It was a miracle that Franco knew the Gabrielle Marco. I smiled as I stepped out my house and got on my bike. I rode down my street looking at the houses that I was delivering mail to just yesterday. I closed my eyes and picture me rich. Rich just like Gabrielle Marco. "And I swear your just like a pill, instead of making me better you just make me ill" I sang to my self, dreaming about money and money and more money. All of a sudden a loud horn blasted through my ears and I dart open my eyes. Turns out I was pedaling straight for a truck which made a quick turn missing me by two center meters. Wow that was close.

            The driver braked and threw open his door. Out came the guy from yesterday but this time he was not wearing an ugly blue chicken costume. It was the manager for chicken to the bone. Dayum did he gain more weight or did that chick costume hold his fat together? layer after layer piled over each other on his stomach. It was so gross to look at.

          "Hey you!" He called "Watch where your going? You trying to cause trouble?"

I looked down and shake my head, hoping that he wouldn't recognize me.

      "Hey I remember you! Your that boy from yesterday. I knew you were up to no good. Your little friend quit his job just yesterday. I bet you told him to didn't you? Now all those girls don't come by anymore!"

       I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Oops?" What else am I suppose to say? I don't even know the guy!

"Yeah BIG Oops" He snapped "Now I think I'm going to teach you a lesson young man!"

       I pictured a sweaty blue chicken yelling words at me like there was no tomorrow. His spit flying everywhere, hitting my face as I gag in disgust. My eyes popped open. "No thanks!" I shouted before quickly riding away. I past by 3 streets in a blur. I turned around hoping that the man just gave up but he didn't. He was fallowing me! I couldn't go to the mansion now. He would probably think I'm robing them. I made a quick turn and rode into a strangers back yard. The huge truck coudn't catch me now. I smiled to my self and slow down a bit. Just as I did I heard a loud crash and the truck came right through the fence onto the stranger's lawn now. My eyes filled with panic. Shit this guy's got some nerves.

        I started to pedal faster and faster. My legs ached from pedaling. The huge truck was right behind me. I made a quick turn and hoped off my bike. I was back at my house. I threw the bike into my back yard and ran as fast as I could toward the police station. The truck came around the corner and now it was going to crash into me. Shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT! This is all Matt's fault! He HAD to work for him.