2 October 2008
6:45am
Yet another plane ride and Joders finds herself standing on the front doorstep of yet another house.
She is no longer sure what day of the week it is, nor what time nor what her own name is. She has had about 2 hours sleep and her hair looks much like she has stuck her finger in a power point. But she must keep going. It is important that she not stop until her plan is laid out in full.
Joders rings the doorbell and waits.
Inside she hears the mad barking of a small dog. And then the mad cursing of the occupant of the house.
Lady of the House: Shit, who the hell is ringing the doorbell at this hour of the morning? And will you be quiet? You’ll wake the neighbours with that crazy barking. God, this had better not be some weirdo Republican beseeching me to vote for McLame and Failin.
The occupant of the house yanks the door open, looks at Joders and goes strangely quiet.
Lady of the House: Oh. My. God! Oh my phuckin’ God! It’s Bill Kaulitz. I’d recognize that hair anywhere!
Joders: Jeez, does my hair look that bad? Show me a mirror!
The Lady of the House unlocks the screen door and launches herself at Joders.
Lady of the House: Bill, I can’t believe you’re here. You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be. Let me give you a hug. (Hugs Joders tightly). Oh! That answers it then. You’re a girl. I can feel boobs.
Joders: (in a strangled voice) Akeelers, I’m not Bill Kaulitz. I’m Joders.
Akeelers: (holding Joders at arms length and studying her closely) Really? Are you sure? You look like Bill. The fair skin, the hair, the smudged eyeliner…
Joders: I’ve only slept for 2 hours out of the last 36. And I don’t think I’ve combed my hair in 2 days. I’m definitely sure I’m not Bill.
Akeelers: Joders! I’m so excited you’re here. Let me hug you. (Hugs Joders again). What are you doing here?
Joders: (in a strangled voice again) I’m really excited to see you too Akeelers! And if you’d let me go, I could explain what I’m doing standing on your doorstep at a quarter to seven in the morning.
Akeelers: Of course! What sort of host am I? Come in! We can have breakfast, you can have a shower if you’d like.
Joders: I’d like that a lot.
Joders follows Akeelers inside and Max obediently trots behind Joders.
Akeelers: Joders, sit down and I’ll put the kettle on. Would you like tea? Coffee?
Joders: Tea please. White. No sugar. Not too hot. Strong.
Akeelers: What about breakfast? Bacon and eggs?
Joders visibly gags at the mention of bacon and eggs.
Akeelers: Oh Joders! Are you okay?
Joders: Just feeling a little off at the thought of a full breakfast.
Akeelers: (looking and sounding worried) You’re not pregnant are you? That’s not what you’re here to tell me is it?
Joders: (laughing hysterically) That’s hilarious! Hell no! I’m not pregnant. I just have the worst jetlag in the world. My body still thinks it’s last month. And my hair clearly thinks it’s still 1987. Cereal would be great if you have it.
Over breakfast Joders discusses her plan with Akeelers, who listens wide eyed with excitement.
Akeelers: And you seriously want me to join in?
Joders: If you’re interested in joining in. It’d be a terrible shame for me to have come all this way and for you to decline my offer.
Akeelers: (smiling widely) Your jetlag must be really bad if you think I’d decline!
What exactly is Joders’ offer? What is it that Akeelers is so excited about joining? Keep on reading. I’m sure you’ll have the answer any day now.
Filed under: Whorelando Phiction | Tagged: Saving Whorely. Again.
The suspense is killing me. Whatever you girls are up to, don’t leave me out of it! I’ll clone you anyone.
Joders, u r evol.
I hope you aren’t disappointed when the secret is finally revealed.
“Shit, who the hell is ringing the doorbell at this hour of the morning? And will you be quiet? You’ll wake the neighbours with that crazy barking. God, this had better not be some weirdo Republican beseeching me to vote for McLame and Failin.”
HAHAHA! This is totes me at 6:45 am! And everyone who meets you bear hugs the hell out of you. You’re gonna need a chiropractor by the time you finish rounding us all up.
Bill’s manicure is hot!
Do you know a good one by any chance?
Nope. Sorry.