Yes, it's another chapter of "House of Pullip", enjoy!
Chapter 29:
*Hawk is alone…for once not following Sabrina around*
Hawk: *thinking to himself* I hope Sabrina isn’t getting into some trouble while I’m not paying attention…but I am so tired of following her around, I need a break!
Voice from offscreen: Hawk, is that you, man?
*Hawks looks up*
Hawk: Lucas? What on earth are you doing here?
Lucas: Looking for you, stupid!
Hawk: Well, you found me.
*Lucas looks around with a distinct expression of distaste*
Lucas: What kind of place is this and what are you doing here?
Hawk: I know it’s quaint but it’s nice.
Lucas: There’s playground equipment in the back. Really, this isn’t the type of place I ever pictured you in. I don’t know what I’m doing here. *shakes head*
Hawk: *annoyed* No one is forcing you to stay.
Lucas: I have no where else to go, man!
Hawk: Yeah…why aren’t you with the band?
Lucas: The band broke up.
Hawk: What? When? Why?
Lucas: One question at a time.
Hawk: Okay, what happened?
Lucas: The stupid lead singer decided to go solo…just when the band was getting so popular, too. What a jerk.
Hawk: When did this happen?
Lucas: Just last week, didn’t you hear about it in the entertainment news?
Hawk: I’ve been a little out of touch.
Lucas: Out of touch? *snort* I’d believe that in a place like this, do you even get cable?
Hawk: *sarcastic* Yes, we even have indoor plumbing and running water.
Lucas: *laughs* At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor.
Hawk: Okay, okay…that still doesn’t explain what you are doing here. You should be looking for a new band.
Lucas: Don’t think I’m not looking but these things take time. In the meantime I needed a place to stay. I hope you don’t mind.
Hawk: No, I don’t mind at all…but I’m not sure it will suit you here. It’s not the lifestyle you are so used to living. Things are slower and simpler here.
Lucas: Why are you here? Last time I checked, you liked the wild life as much as I did.
Hawk: I needed a break from all that so I came here. I didn’t intend to stay but I think I will.
Lucas: But what about your stunt flying?
Hawk: I can still do that, but it’s nice to know I have a real home to come back to now.
Lucas: You’ve changed, man.
Hawk: Good. I was afraid I was becoming a bit shallow before.
Lucas: Whatever. I hope I don’t get stuck in this place, I think I’ll be bored to tears here.
Hawk: Listen, if all you are going to do is complain about it of course you won’t like it. You could at least give it a chance.
Lucas: *rolls eyes*
Lucas: I forgot to tell you the worst news.
Hawk: Worse then the band breaking up? What could be worse than that?
*Lucas shows Hawk his empty guitar case*
Hawk: Where is your guitar?
Lucas: Some deranged fan stole it when I was cleaning my things out of the tour bus.
Hawk: What? That’s terrible!
Lucas: I know. It was my first and only guitar; I’ve had it since I was twelve.
Hawk: I’m sorry, man. Really, I am.
Lucas: I’ll just have to get another one, that’s all.
Hawk: Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
Lucas: I just want a place to stay.
Hawk: You can stay. Just try not to be a jerk.
Lucas: What do you mean by that?
Hawk: Nevermind. Come on, I’ll show you around.
To be continued...