Impractically Inseparable

Moving (10)

Sal's POV

Kerri and Rosalie looked at my house with big eyes except for Bessy and Haley. "This where you live?!" Kerri exclaimed. "Yeah, it is," I said shrugging my shoulders. "It's amazing!" Rosalie yelled. "Why are you two so amazed?" I asked. "They didn't watch the episode where the guys were in your house. That was a time when Bessy and I hung out by ourselves." "That explains it," I said getting out of the truck with a struggle.

"Sal is the struggle real?" Haley laughed already on my side. "Very fucking real. How the hell do you get out of this bitch?" "I had this truck since I was 1sixteen. I always loved big vehicles. I never had to struggle with getting out. You're not used to it city boy." "I'm not a city boy," I argued. "Sal, you live in New York City. You're a city boy," Rosalie argued back. "What does that make you four?" "Haley's a straight up redneck, Kerri looks like she's from the ghetto, Bessy is southern and I'm a bitch," Rosalie said. "I already established you being a bitch, but I can't see Haley as a redneck." "Oh just you wait for it Sallyretro," Haley snickered.

Now I was terrified. I can't stand listening to country and everything. I sighed and walked up to my door. I got my house key from the plant and unlocked it. "Sal come here! I have something for you!" Haley yelled to me. I walked over to her and she was sitting on the bed of the truck. She patted the spot next to her and I shook my head, "If you think I'm-" I was cut off by her pulling me up. "Holy shit you're strong." "Fuck yeah I am." She turned to the side and grabbed a box. She sat the box in my lap and looked at me with excitement in her eyes.

The other three came over and also watched me. I looked at all of them and slowly opened the box. What I saw inside was something that I've never seen before. It was a shirt with my name, the guys on it and at the bottom, it says 'Doing the Double Dutch since two thousand eleven.' I was in love with this. "What do you think?" Haley asked. "I love it. It's amazing," I smiled. She smiled back and hugged me. "I hope it's the right size." I looked at the tag and nodded, "It is." She smiled wider and quickly brought three more boxes out. "These are for the other guys. Same shirt, but it says their name, same picture, and different saying. Joe's says 'Trying to find Larry since two thousand eleven', Q's says 'Looking homeless since two thousand eleven' and Murr's says 'Looking like a ferret since two thousand eleven.'"

"They'll love them. I'm sure of it," I said hugging Haley. "They better because I bought all four of them and they weren't cheap," she joked. "I hope they weren't expensive," I said concerned. "They were. thirty dollars each." (Yes it's actually $30 to make a shirt. I didn't make them because I don't have that kind of money, but in Maryland, you can get shirts made.) "You spent one hundred twenty dollars on shirts?!" "Yeah. It's no big deal because my phone was six hundred." "Well it's Apple, so of course it's six hundred, but I can't believe you spent one hundred twenty dollars on shirts for us four idiots." "First of all, you guys aren't idiots. Second, of all, I had these shirts made last year." "You had them for a year?" "Well, I had yours for a year. Bessy had Joe's, Kerri had Q's and Rose had Murray's." "But why didn't you wait until this year?" "Because last year we were supposed to go to the Philadelphia live show, but some idiot," she said looking at Kerri, "lost the tickets. They'll turn up eventually though. That's how things always work out."

"You could've contacted Joe or Murr on Twitter. We probably would've sent new ones." "I don't think that would've been necessary because look where us four are right now." "But still you could've met us last year." "I like this better. If we went to the live show last year, we weren't going to drive up here." "Okay, I like this better then." "Besides we will be here until July twenty-first." "You can't stay longer?" I asked. "No, we all have jobs, Sal," Kerri commented. "What if you get jobs here?" I questioned. "What? Like here in New York City?" Rosalie choked. "No, not New York City. Staten Island." Kerri, Bessy and Rosalie nodded and jumped up in excitement while Haley shook her head, "I can't."

"Why?" I frowned. "Sal, what I do in Pennsylvania I will never find here." "What do you do?" "I work with my orchestra teacher that I had in middle and high school." "Haley, she will understand if you live here. I mean look who you're talking to," Bessy sighed. "But she's such a huge part of my life. I can't just drop everything and live in fucking New York," she snapped at Bessy, "Anyways, what if we all decided to live here? What if in a few years we don't like Impractical Jokers? What if we can't handle it?" "Haley, if we don't like Impractical Jokers then we don't like it. That doesn't effect love. Just because we won't like the show anymore doesn't mean our hearts won't love them anymore."

Haley sighed, "I'll let you know what my decision is before we go back. I don't care if they live here, but they need their crap from their houses." With that, she walked off towards my house and I followed her. Just as I was about to walk into my house I heard something fall. I turned around and saw something huge in my driveway. "What's that?" I slowly asked. "Haley's cello," Rosalie said. "My what?!" Haley screamed behind me. I flinched and moved out of the way while she ran to the cello.

She unzipped the case and sat still for awhile. "I'm. Going. To. Fucking. Murder. All. Three. Of. You," she spat. She quickly stood up and the others ran. Haley bent down next to the cello and tears formed in her eyes. I slowly walked over to her and bent down next to her. I looked at the cello and slowly took it by the neck. "What are you doing?" She quickly asked. "Seeing how bad the damage is on the back," I told her while turning the cello to look at it. I ran my hand over the back of it and felt a few small cracks. Other than that the cello was fine. "Haley it's fine. There are small cracks, but I wouldn't worry about it."

She sighed and took it from me. She plucked the strings and started messing with the knobs on the cello. "What are you doing?" "I'm tuning it to make it sound like its suppose to." "What are these?" I asked pointing to the black things. "They're the pegs I use to tune this if the gray ones don't move any further." "You know you're going to have to play for me," I smirked. "Maybe I will," she said putting the cello away in its case. She pulled it over her shoulders and took my hand. We walked inside and I was so glad she remembered to take her shoes off. "I knew you would have a fit," she laughed. I laughed with her and hugged to my side. She was the greatest person on earth and I never wanted her to leave.