Worst. Roommate. Ever. (Brodey's college days) Short Story Completed! 11/9!

Hehe, thanks Lindsay. I'll try to get more up on this either tonight or tomorrow. That I think I can promise.

Jae Angel

 

Sweet.

Lindsay

 

Yeah, I know I'm behind on this. I've been trying to get the ball rolling on "Moron" and I haven't had much time for my other stories. I'll try to fix that this week, if Darth Writer's Block will let me.

Jae Angel

 

How's this, guys? I PROMISE more on this tonight! I've got it started. . .

Jae Angel

 

Oh, really?

 

Ack! I know, I'm bad! I wish I could get the words to the next post on this out, but they just won't come.

Jae Angel

 

It's okay- I've not had any time to write on my story and my favorite non-SW fanfic, either

 

I think I might get some writing done on this tonight, unless something horrible happens and my homework takes longer than I'd expected. But I'm almost done, so it's all good.

Jae Angel

 

OMG! It's a new post! Amazing!

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As the rockets fired, lifting the ship up into the air, they were bombarded by an abundance of search lights from above.

?Kriff!? Brodey swore. ?It?s an ambush!?

?Unhh,? Chaser grunted, barely comprehending what his friend had said.

?I?m getting us the hell outta here!? Brodey cried, kicking back the throttle to shoot forward blindly into traffic.

?You?ll never take me alive,? The crown prince growled through gritted teeth as he hung a hard left that nearly knocked Chaser out of his seat. Yes, restraints were a good idea, and he would have probably used them if he wasn?t so impossibly intoxicated.

A few meters was as far as the small cruiser got before she was flanked on all sides by a multitude of police vehicles, their laser guns all pointing directly at Brodey in the pilot?s seat.

?Eh, better alive than dead,? Brodey gulped, resolving to set her down gently and avoid a line of blaster fire along her hull. When the landing gear set down, officers on foot swarmed up, and more weapons were pointed at his face. Brodey turned and offered them a smile.

?Please exit the stolen vehicle with your hands up in the air!? A man with a megaphone called out from one of the circling vehicles.

?I?d like to do that, except my friend here needs my attention. He?s very sick, and I was just taking him to a healer,? Brodey drawled, trying to sweet-talk his way out of the situation.

?Exit the vehicle NOW!? The officer ordered. ?And we will call for medical backup for your friend.?

Brodey reluctantly did as he was told, rolling his eyes as one of the ground troops grabbed his raised wrists and stun-cuffed them behind his back. ?Come on, now. Why are you arresting me for taking my own ship??

?Your father owns that ship, your Highness. You?re in a lot of trouble for stealing it,? The officer replied bluntly.

?I can work my way out of these in an instant,? Brodey suggested, looking down at his cuffs.

?I can shoot you in the arse in an instant,? The officer countered, gesturing to his blaster.

?Ooooh, right,? Brodey agreed, finally shutting up. It was now fairly clear that he would be spending the night locked up somewhere. He didn?t know what would happen to Chaser, but he didn?t expect to be leaving lock-down at any point that night. His father was enough of a kriffing daa?rat to leave him there to rot. Hopefully Chaser wouldn?t be treated as harshly, although Brodey didn?t know when he?d started to worry about the kid more than himself. Perhaps he really had made a friend in the annoying, nervous kid-turned-legend.


~*~*~


?You?ve got company, Narundi,? The prison guard jeered, waking Brodey from his light sleep. He immediately jumped up, hoping that his father had some sort of change of heart and was going to spring him from this seedy joint.

No such luck would befall Brodey, as a guard led a stumbling Chaser into the cell and tossed him onto the other bunk. Then the door was locked again, and the lights were dimmed like before.

?What happened to you?? Brodey asked curiously.

?Got my stomach pumped,? Chaser mumbled.

?Did it help??

?Not really. I?m going to be hurting tomorrow morning,? Chaser confessed.

?You?re going to be here tomorrow morning, most likely,? Brodey snapped, the anger at his father flaring up again. The old man pissed him off like no other.

?I know. It stinks,? The kid murmured, already starting to fall asleep. ?Goodnight Brodey. I?m sorry I ruined our night out.?

?No way, man. You were the highlight of the evening. You?re my frelling idol!?

?You?re funny,? Chaser laughed lightly before yawning.

?Goodnight, buddy,? Brodey whispered one last time to the soft sounds of Chaser?s breathing. For him there would be no sleep ? there were too many ceiling tiles to count, and he had all the time in the world.


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w00t! :D Now, do I still have readers is the question? ;)

Jae Angel

 

"Poor" Brodey.

*feels no pity*



I like it when he talks back.

 

Yeah, he's a real little rotter in this story. I was hoping for that effect, because back in the day he was anything but cute and adorable. Now he's just a moron instead of an evil moron.

Thanks for reviewing, Jaid!

Jae Angel

 

WHOO! UPDATE! Theres that word frell again...Farscape fan?

 

Great post, NJ! Poor Chaser's still not feeling good, and I love how Brodey was talking back to the cops. His daddy is going to KILL him!

These posts may be slow in coming, but they're hilarious!

 

Thanks guys!

Gambler - Nah, I'm not a Farscape fan. I just saw the word in other SW fanfics and figured it was a SW swear.

Liana - Hehe, yeah, bad boy Brodey is so easy to write. Probably because I can make him more one-dimensional and slapstick. It's just a comedy.

I'm definitely hoping I can get up the next post soon, with Brodey's father reacting to his son's bad behavior.

Jae Angel

 

nice an update!
whoo hoo!

 

Thanks jade! Perhaps I should update this more often . . . We'll see how DRL treats me this week . . .

Jae Angel

 

LOL! 'You're my frelling idol!' Heh heh. (Hey - we never got around to writing JEDI IDOL, did we?) Yeah, Brodey is a brat in this fic, but a funny one.

Anna

 

Thanks Anna! Yeah, there wasn't a Jedi Idol, but there might be a Kyp-as-Jack-Sparrow round robin very soon. All Kyp fans are welcome! And I think we could probably fit in Jedi Idol at some point in the story . . .

I like Brodey as a bad boy. He's not as much fun when he's all serious and jedi-like. He'll be a real trip when he gets to be an old fogey like his dad and Gramps!

Jae Angel

 

I just wanted to thank everyone, because this story has won me the Best OC Author award!

You know what that means, right? It means that if homework releases its evil grip on me, you guys will get a very special celebratory post on this story! So stay tuned . . .

Jae Angel

 

Here's a special post in honor of the OC awards! Well, it's just a special post in general, with lots of disrespecting elders! Enjoy!

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The sound of the force field on the door deactivating caused Brodey to stir in his sleep. In his half-awake state, he imagined a giant police officer zapping him with a stun baton, but reality was even uglier.

?Chaa?klan!? Cried a panicked female voice. ?My poor baby! What happened to you? Are you all right??

?Don?t smother the boy,? A male voice growled. ?He?s in a lot of trouble and he doesn?t need you mothering him.?

?Of course he needs to be mothered! It wasn?t his fault that that boy purposely got him drunk!?

The accusation left him alert and his eyes finally focused on Chaser?s parents. He knew he should have felt just a bit guilty, but his initial thoughts were of anger that they?d be so quick to blame him. It wasn?t entirely his fault. Chaser chose to take that drink. The big, scary, bouncer guys probably would have left him alone, especially if Brodey threatened them with a little windpipe crushing. His uncle?s lessons were proving to be very practical lately.

?I?m fine, mom,? Chaser moaned. ?I made a mistake and now I?m paying for it.?

?Nonsense! You may be paying for it, but it wasn?t your mistake,? His father answered, his voice sounding more menacing than before. That was more than Brodey could take at the moment.

?Excuse me,? The crown prince asked casually, still lying down on his bunk. ?Do you get off on blaming others for your son?s transgressions??

?Don?t even start in that direction,? Chaser?s father retorted coldly. ?You have no right to comment on the private matters of our family.?

?I can comment all I want,? Brodey responded, still nonchalant as the other man?s temper rose. ?You?re the one speaking ill of me like I wasn?t in the room.?

?For the simple reason that Chaa?klan never did anything like this before he met you!? Chaser?s father bellowed, pointing a finger at Brodey. ?Therefore, you are at fault for this entire situation, and a bad influence on him.?

Brodey snorted, finally rising to his feet and coming nose to nose with Chaser?s old man. ?Is that what you think? What about the way you never left him any room to breathe for the first sixteen years of his life? Don?t you think that suffocating him prevented him from getting into trouble? Tell me, did you wipe his arse for him too??

?Brodey, you?re not helping,? Chaser warned, clutching his head from the pain.

?I?m willing to bet that you packed all his things personally, so he wouldn?t forget anything, even though you live a few kilometers away,? Brodey challenged, turning to Chaser?s mother. ?Is that the kind of parenting that creates a strong, independently-thinking son, or one who is easily influenced by everyone around him??

?How DARE you lecture me on parenting!? Chaser?s father shouted. ?You are the most disrespectful young man I?ve ever encountered, and I fear the day that sees you as King of the Narundi Dynasty!?

?Heh, at least we have one thing in common,? Brodey said, cocking a mocking eyebrow at him. ?And thanks for the compliment. I?d rather be disrespectful than another stuffy, arrogant jerk like you!?

?ENOUGH!? Boomed another voice, this time coming from the jail cell?s entrance. Brodey looked over the shoulder of Chaser?s father and right into the smoldering eyes of his own old man.


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So, now that Brodey's dad is there, what do you think will happen next? ;)

Jae Angel

 

ther's ginna be an 'splosion...

 

a big freakin splosin

 

jade and Gambler - Oh, you bettah believe it! I can't wait to write it too! Maybe I'll do a little tonight after my shower.

Jae Angel

 

I just uploaded my doodle that turned into the cover for this story! Here it is:

[image=http://www.rpi.edu/~orsakj/WRE.jpg]

The colors are a little off, but that's because the flash from my camera distorted the image so some parts were too bright, and others were too dark. Meh.

I hope to get some writing done on this, but Attention Moron comes first.

Jae Angel

 

w00t! I didn't procrastinate in reading this! I am teh .

Okay, now that that self-congratulatory moment is over - great story! Hehehe - it's the first I've read of your series, I hope that's okay.