Part 14: Um, I would save you, but I'd rather watch "Chilly Beach"...

(Author's note: SORRY I was going to post double yesterday, but I ended up not doing so and I most likely won't do so tonight. Sorry. Homework. But anyways. YESSSSSS I'm in Gryffindor! Unicorn hair, yew, 9 inches. SWEET, that's my wand! Hehehe I'm sooo addicted to HP lately, but I'm not going to use one of those movie plots yet, eh. Sooo cool. Um, yesterday, Tyler and Natalie audition for a musical at Natalie's old college, where Tyler discovers the shocking three year age difference, which isn't really that big a deal, but it's Tyler, so...? And today something along the lines of Elmo and french bread and elevator shaft will happen. Cooo... No, I am not cooing, I am...agh, never mind. Um, I'll start writing in a minute... Okay, in a looooong minute. Hm, maybe I can permanently add a HP character to the cast? Cedric, Krum, Cedric, Krum, Cedric, Krum...AGH, I CAN'T DECIDE! *ponders while playing golden egg game* OOOH, 7 SECONDS! YOU GOT OWNED! Wait...I think that's a bad thing. Oh well... I have to pee...)

Stolen Movie Plot: "Bible Man and the Wrath of Rage" for the most part...for one scene...whatever...except in the movie he drops Coats...and Natalie doesn't...SORRY, ZIPPING IT!

Special Guest Stars: That cellphone guy

Character Addition: Coming soon if plot develops in that direction...

Moxie walked nonchalantly down the hall. She didn't know where the heck she was (besides the fact that she was in a college) and was having a lot of fun peeking into classrooms to see what was going on inside of them. A sour looking professor glared at her as she poked her head into his classroom.
"Go away!" Moxie giggled.
"Sorry." But she wasn't. This was too much fun.
A hoarse whispers wafted down the halls toward her. "Further, come further, open up this classroom, won't you pleaaaaase?" Moxie looked around. She didn't see anyone. The whispering continued.
"Come on, come ON, you're so SLOOOOW! Hurry up...faster...closer...good." Moxie kept walking. The voice was getting louder.
"Closer...closer...STOP!" Moxie stopped. The cellphone guy appeared from around the corner. He was talking into his cellphone.
"Can you hear me now? Gooood..." He walked away, seeming not to notice Moxie. Moxie breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard another voice. A different voice. She frowned.
"WHAT'S WITH ALL THE VOICES! If you have something to say, don't bother to WHISPER!"
"Okay then." Whispered the voice. Moxie grunted in frustration.
"If you're going to whisper, come over here so I can hear you properly."
"I am over here." Moxie rolled her eyes.
"Well, I don't SEE you!"
"That's cuz I'm right behind you." Moxie suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. Strange...it felt like someone was taking out her liver...

* * * *

Natalie groaned as they exited the auditorium. "That was horrible."

"No it wasn't." Tyler assured her. Natalie stared at him.

"We didn't know half the words. And I was singing in the wrong key the whole time."

"Were not."

"And then you did that jazz square. I told you not to do that jazz square." Tyler reddened.

"It's a crowd favorite! Everyone loves a good jazz square!" They walked in silence. Then they realized a very important member of their party was missing.

"Moxie!" Natalie cried. "Where's Moxie?" Tyler shrugged.

"Maybe she's back in the auditorium?" But she wasn't. The two of them raced down the hall, crying their friend's name. Several professors stepped out of their classrooms to glare at them. Natalie asked the sour looking one if he had seen anyone.

"Did I see anyone? Yes, I did. Some annoying blonde girl disrupting my class." A tall broad-shouldered guy with thick dark eyebrows smiled dreamily.

"She vas hot." He had a strange accent. The professor rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut up, Crumb!" (HAHAHA I decided. And since I changed the spelling of his name, it's all original!) Crumb shrugged and went back to his textbook. Cellphone Man walked up, still holding his cellphone to his ear.

"Can you hear me now? Goood... How bout now? GOOD!" Natalie ran after him.

"Oh mister cellphone, please mister cellphone, have you seen anyone lately? Particularly a blonde girl who giggles obsessively?" CM sighed exasperatedly.

"Hold on. What do you want?" He asked Natalie rudely. But before she could repeat the question, he said, "Blonde girl? Yeah, my boss kept pointing her out." Natalie's eyes narrowed.

"Who's your boss?"

* * * *

Moxie found her liver was, in fact, still intact, but the pain in her lower back did not recede. Elmo kept smirking.

"I finally got Moxie. I finally got Moxie. Now Natalie will HAVE to come see me." Moxie rolled over to face him (he'd tied her up and thrown her on the floor, which hurt...A LOT).

"Clue phone, it's for you...IT'S OVER! It's BEEN over! Get a grip, Elmo!" Elmo shook his head.

"You poor, simple..." He couldn't think up a suitable insult. "Blonde person. I don't want to see Natalie. But wherever Natalie goes, Tyler goes also." Moxie frowned.

"What do you want to do with Tyler?" Elmo's smile grew wider.

"That's for you to know...and me to find out...wait... Never mind. Now for the next part of my plan." He unwrapped a large loaf of Albertson's french bread. Moxie gasped.

"You wouldn't!" Elmo nodded.

"I would." He placed the french bread on a sheet of wax paper and turned on a fan, which was facing the stairs. "I so totally would..."

* * * *

Natalie stopped in her tracks. A delicious smell she knew very well was floating towards her...French bread... She drifted towards it. Tyler noticed her walking away.

"Um...Natalie...where the heck are you going?"

(AAAAAAAH I'll finish this tonight but I'm being kicked offline.)