Colleen
June 17th, 2008, 06:58 PM
erm...first try at FF.
Georg Listing was bored. He also had nothing to wear. Standing in front of his dresser in his favorite green plaid boxers, he mentally beat himself up for packing at the last minute. Who knew that being on vacation on a beach could get so many clothes dirty in so little time? Obviously not him. Resigned to the fact that he would have to steal something of Gustav's again, Georg snuck out of his room and into Gustav's room across the hall from him. Quietly rummaging through drawers for something that might fit, he came across a quite interesting pair of pants. Midnight black with thin built-in kneepads; they were a pair of American Football pants. Curious, Georg pulled them out of the drawer and took a close look at them.
"Why are you in my room?"
"Ah! Gustav, you scared me!" Georg said as he whirled around.
"Well...you are in my room...taking my pants....again," Gustav said.
"Hey! I only took your pants that one time because Bill tried to do laundry and somehow managed to shrink all of mine to a size that only an elf could fit into!"
"Well, your ears are kind of pointy..."
"Hey!"
"Okay! Gosh, you're so touchy. You can borrow the pants for today. I just can't believe you forgot to bring enough clothes again."
Georg glared at the blonde standing across from him, but let him get away with it. He was lending him clothes. Normally he wouldn't mind walking around in his boxers in front of the guys, but this vacation was different. Jost had thought it would be a good idea for them to become friends with other guys in the music business, so he'd set up for them to go on vacation with the guys of another German rock band, Panik. He didn't mind walking around without a shirt in front of people, that was the whole reason he'd convinced Bill that letting him bench press him would keep him skinny! But going pants-less was different.
"Georgy!" Someone was calling his name from outside the window. Walking over to it, he cringed at the repeated times the person yelled his childhood nickname.
"What?"
"Come outside and hang out with us, Georgy!" Bill called up from the beach.
"Yeah, yeah, one second. Just let me...uhm...brush my hair!" Georg called back.
Bill rolled his eyes. "So we'll see you in half an hour then?"
Georg glared at the skinny singer. "I don't take that long to brush my hair, Bill."
"Okay Georgy! See you soon!" Bill said as he skipped off to find Tom and the others.
Georg rolled his eyes. "Half an hour...okay, maybe on a bad day," he said to himself. "Now. How do I get into these?" He said to himself as he eyed the football pants. They looked awfully small to him. 'Okay, we can do this. Come on caveman,' he said to himself. He started to pull them on, and everything went fine until he started trying to pull them up over his thighs. Slightly panicking, Georg started to jump up and down, attempting to get the pants on. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the pants got higher and higher up. And then they came to a dead stop. "Crap!" Georg said. After a couple more minutes of jumping, Georg flopped onto the bed. "There is no way these pants are going on. Unless..." he said.
Peeling off the pants, Georg slipped out of his boxers. Then, grabbing the pants, he hopped up and down for another three minutes, and finally got the pants on. They fit almost too tightly, almost to the point where they where uncomfortable, but they would have to work. Quickly running a comb through his lustrous brown locks and slipping on a pair of flip-flops, he padded down the stairs and out the door.
"Five...four....three...two...one. And there the lovely lady is!" Tom said as Georg walked outside onto the beach. "Okay, cough up the money, daddy needs a new pair of giant pants!" Tom said as he stuck out his hand to get the money he'd won.
"****! That was my last five dollars. Tom, you're heartless," David said as he dug around in his back pocket for the money.
Tom pretended to brush his shoulders off. "That's just how I do!" he said.
"What's going on here?" Georg asked.
"Ah, the Lady speaks!" said Tom.
"Tom just won himself about one hundred and fifty dollars from betting on you," said Gustav.
"He was right on the mark!"
"What was the bet?" Georg asked, raising an eyebrow.
"How long it would take you to get downstairs from brushing your hair," Bill said. "Tom said half an hour, but everyone else thought at least forty-five minutes. So, Tom bet them all, and won!" Bill said as he looked at Tom proudly.
"Completely cleaned me out too. I was sure you would take at least forty-five minutes," said David.
"Well, you should have brought more than five dollars on vacation with you!" said Linke.
"Sorry, Mom," David replied sarcastically.
"I should get a cut of this money, Tom!" Georg said.
"No way. This is just enough to get me that new pair of pants I wanted!" Tom said as he gripped the money tight.
"Whatever," Georg said as he rolled his eyes. "What are we doing today?"
"Well...." Juri spoke for the first time that day. "Linke, Timo, Gustav, Franky, Jan and I were thinking of doing a water ballet routine we choreographed the other day."
"Water...Ballet?" Georg asked, looking questioningly at Timo.
"What? Men can't enjoy relaxing water ballet routines?" Timo asked, challenging Georg to say no with his eyes.
"Of course they can!" Georg may have had caveman-like muscles, But Timo scared him. All rappers scared him. Especially Timo. Something about a hat without dreads just made him get all skittish.
"And I wanted to teach Tom and Bill a new land Ballet routine I thought up!" said David.
Georg just stared at him. David, with his long, dyed black hair and slightly depressed demeanor, was the last person you could see teaching ballet.
"What? I can't enjoy Ballet?" David challenged Georg.
"Of course you can!" Georg said for the second time that day. David was Timo's best friend, and he wasn't about to mess with him.
"I'm so excited!" Bill said as he bounced up and down with anticipation.
"What about you Georg? what are you doing today?" asked Franky.
"Well, I'll figure it out as I go along," Georg said.
"Okay! Bye Georgy!" Bill said as he and Tom ran off to learn some ballet.
"See you later, Buddy." said Gustav as he and everyone else headed for the ocean to do their water ballet.
Surveying the area, Georg couldn't see anything to do. So, he slipped off his flip-flops and pulled his hair back. Lying back in the sand, he was more relaxed than he'd been in a long time. He laid back, closed his eyes, and slept for a while.
He woke up to the sound of the twins fighting. Shaking the sand out of his ponytail, he walked up to where the twins were having an argument about something.
"What's going on?" he asked David.
"Apparently, Bill made fun of Tom because Tom's tutu wasn't as fluffy as his," David replied, shaking his head. That was when Georg noticed that both of the twins had on a large, puffy pink tutu over their flowered bathing suits, and Bill's was noticeably fluffier than Tom's.
"Fine!" Tom yelled. "If you're not going to be nice, then I'm going to go and swim with Gustav and his friends!" And with that, he stalked off.
"Fine!" Bill yelled back. "I'll just keep dancing with David!"
"Well, looks like everything is under control here so....I'm gonna go!" And with that, he left the area, shaking his head. Slowly, he walked up to the line of the water. Then, he noticed something on the horizon. "What the heck..?" he said to himself. On an impulse, he dove into the clear blue-green water.
What he saw was the most bizarre thing he'd ever seen. A large sea serpent, maybe fifty feet long, was swimming towards him. Without even thinking, He jumped onto the serpent's back. The serpent didn't like that very much, and tried to throw Georg off. Thinking quickly, Georg grabbed a long piece of seaweed and looped it around the serpent's large neck.
"Heel!" he yelled. It was the first thing he could think of. "Heel, girl, Heel!" he yelled again. Holding on for his life, he endured the thrashing of the serpent's body. "STOP!" he yelled at the top of his voice. Miraculously, the serpent stopped.
"Good girl!" he said. "Can you sit...er...float?" he asked the serpent. She nodded and came to a dead stop. "Good girl!" he said again.
"Now..what should I call you?" he asked. "Hmm...Nena?" he questioned. the serpent shook her mighty head no. "Maiwen? Tay? Gaja? Aly? Ashley? Kit? Laura? Carol? Dani? Katie? Dahni?" All of these got a shake no from the Serpent. "Umm...Nessie?" he asked, thinking of the serpent of the Scottish Loch Ness. Surprisingly, she nodded her head yes. "Really? Cool!"
Slowly but surely, Georg taught his new pet tricks that day.
"Who's a good girl! Who's my Big good serpent girl?!" Georg was saying to Nessie, using the voice he normally only used for puppies and babies.
"What are you doing?" asked Gustav, for the second time that day.
"I'm just talking to my new pet!" Georg answered, stroking her neck.
"Whoa. That's a...big pet you got yourself Georg!" Gustav said, looking up the 50 foot length of Nessie's body.
"Isn't she just beautiful?" Georg asked, sounding like a proud father.
Gustav nodded, and promptly fainted from shock.
Georg and Nessie looked at each other. "He'll get used to you," he reassured her.
FIN
Georg Listing was bored. He also had nothing to wear. Standing in front of his dresser in his favorite green plaid boxers, he mentally beat himself up for packing at the last minute. Who knew that being on vacation on a beach could get so many clothes dirty in so little time? Obviously not him. Resigned to the fact that he would have to steal something of Gustav's again, Georg snuck out of his room and into Gustav's room across the hall from him. Quietly rummaging through drawers for something that might fit, he came across a quite interesting pair of pants. Midnight black with thin built-in kneepads; they were a pair of American Football pants. Curious, Georg pulled them out of the drawer and took a close look at them.
"Why are you in my room?"
"Ah! Gustav, you scared me!" Georg said as he whirled around.
"Well...you are in my room...taking my pants....again," Gustav said.
"Hey! I only took your pants that one time because Bill tried to do laundry and somehow managed to shrink all of mine to a size that only an elf could fit into!"
"Well, your ears are kind of pointy..."
"Hey!"
"Okay! Gosh, you're so touchy. You can borrow the pants for today. I just can't believe you forgot to bring enough clothes again."
Georg glared at the blonde standing across from him, but let him get away with it. He was lending him clothes. Normally he wouldn't mind walking around in his boxers in front of the guys, but this vacation was different. Jost had thought it would be a good idea for them to become friends with other guys in the music business, so he'd set up for them to go on vacation with the guys of another German rock band, Panik. He didn't mind walking around without a shirt in front of people, that was the whole reason he'd convinced Bill that letting him bench press him would keep him skinny! But going pants-less was different.
"Georgy!" Someone was calling his name from outside the window. Walking over to it, he cringed at the repeated times the person yelled his childhood nickname.
"What?"
"Come outside and hang out with us, Georgy!" Bill called up from the beach.
"Yeah, yeah, one second. Just let me...uhm...brush my hair!" Georg called back.
Bill rolled his eyes. "So we'll see you in half an hour then?"
Georg glared at the skinny singer. "I don't take that long to brush my hair, Bill."
"Okay Georgy! See you soon!" Bill said as he skipped off to find Tom and the others.
Georg rolled his eyes. "Half an hour...okay, maybe on a bad day," he said to himself. "Now. How do I get into these?" He said to himself as he eyed the football pants. They looked awfully small to him. 'Okay, we can do this. Come on caveman,' he said to himself. He started to pull them on, and everything went fine until he started trying to pull them up over his thighs. Slightly panicking, Georg started to jump up and down, attempting to get the pants on. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the pants got higher and higher up. And then they came to a dead stop. "Crap!" Georg said. After a couple more minutes of jumping, Georg flopped onto the bed. "There is no way these pants are going on. Unless..." he said.
Peeling off the pants, Georg slipped out of his boxers. Then, grabbing the pants, he hopped up and down for another three minutes, and finally got the pants on. They fit almost too tightly, almost to the point where they where uncomfortable, but they would have to work. Quickly running a comb through his lustrous brown locks and slipping on a pair of flip-flops, he padded down the stairs and out the door.
"Five...four....three...two...one. And there the lovely lady is!" Tom said as Georg walked outside onto the beach. "Okay, cough up the money, daddy needs a new pair of giant pants!" Tom said as he stuck out his hand to get the money he'd won.
"****! That was my last five dollars. Tom, you're heartless," David said as he dug around in his back pocket for the money.
Tom pretended to brush his shoulders off. "That's just how I do!" he said.
"What's going on here?" Georg asked.
"Ah, the Lady speaks!" said Tom.
"Tom just won himself about one hundred and fifty dollars from betting on you," said Gustav.
"He was right on the mark!"
"What was the bet?" Georg asked, raising an eyebrow.
"How long it would take you to get downstairs from brushing your hair," Bill said. "Tom said half an hour, but everyone else thought at least forty-five minutes. So, Tom bet them all, and won!" Bill said as he looked at Tom proudly.
"Completely cleaned me out too. I was sure you would take at least forty-five minutes," said David.
"Well, you should have brought more than five dollars on vacation with you!" said Linke.
"Sorry, Mom," David replied sarcastically.
"I should get a cut of this money, Tom!" Georg said.
"No way. This is just enough to get me that new pair of pants I wanted!" Tom said as he gripped the money tight.
"Whatever," Georg said as he rolled his eyes. "What are we doing today?"
"Well...." Juri spoke for the first time that day. "Linke, Timo, Gustav, Franky, Jan and I were thinking of doing a water ballet routine we choreographed the other day."
"Water...Ballet?" Georg asked, looking questioningly at Timo.
"What? Men can't enjoy relaxing water ballet routines?" Timo asked, challenging Georg to say no with his eyes.
"Of course they can!" Georg may have had caveman-like muscles, But Timo scared him. All rappers scared him. Especially Timo. Something about a hat without dreads just made him get all skittish.
"And I wanted to teach Tom and Bill a new land Ballet routine I thought up!" said David.
Georg just stared at him. David, with his long, dyed black hair and slightly depressed demeanor, was the last person you could see teaching ballet.
"What? I can't enjoy Ballet?" David challenged Georg.
"Of course you can!" Georg said for the second time that day. David was Timo's best friend, and he wasn't about to mess with him.
"I'm so excited!" Bill said as he bounced up and down with anticipation.
"What about you Georg? what are you doing today?" asked Franky.
"Well, I'll figure it out as I go along," Georg said.
"Okay! Bye Georgy!" Bill said as he and Tom ran off to learn some ballet.
"See you later, Buddy." said Gustav as he and everyone else headed for the ocean to do their water ballet.
Surveying the area, Georg couldn't see anything to do. So, he slipped off his flip-flops and pulled his hair back. Lying back in the sand, he was more relaxed than he'd been in a long time. He laid back, closed his eyes, and slept for a while.
He woke up to the sound of the twins fighting. Shaking the sand out of his ponytail, he walked up to where the twins were having an argument about something.
"What's going on?" he asked David.
"Apparently, Bill made fun of Tom because Tom's tutu wasn't as fluffy as his," David replied, shaking his head. That was when Georg noticed that both of the twins had on a large, puffy pink tutu over their flowered bathing suits, and Bill's was noticeably fluffier than Tom's.
"Fine!" Tom yelled. "If you're not going to be nice, then I'm going to go and swim with Gustav and his friends!" And with that, he stalked off.
"Fine!" Bill yelled back. "I'll just keep dancing with David!"
"Well, looks like everything is under control here so....I'm gonna go!" And with that, he left the area, shaking his head. Slowly, he walked up to the line of the water. Then, he noticed something on the horizon. "What the heck..?" he said to himself. On an impulse, he dove into the clear blue-green water.
What he saw was the most bizarre thing he'd ever seen. A large sea serpent, maybe fifty feet long, was swimming towards him. Without even thinking, He jumped onto the serpent's back. The serpent didn't like that very much, and tried to throw Georg off. Thinking quickly, Georg grabbed a long piece of seaweed and looped it around the serpent's large neck.
"Heel!" he yelled. It was the first thing he could think of. "Heel, girl, Heel!" he yelled again. Holding on for his life, he endured the thrashing of the serpent's body. "STOP!" he yelled at the top of his voice. Miraculously, the serpent stopped.
"Good girl!" he said. "Can you sit...er...float?" he asked the serpent. She nodded and came to a dead stop. "Good girl!" he said again.
"Now..what should I call you?" he asked. "Hmm...Nena?" he questioned. the serpent shook her mighty head no. "Maiwen? Tay? Gaja? Aly? Ashley? Kit? Laura? Carol? Dani? Katie? Dahni?" All of these got a shake no from the Serpent. "Umm...Nessie?" he asked, thinking of the serpent of the Scottish Loch Ness. Surprisingly, she nodded her head yes. "Really? Cool!"
Slowly but surely, Georg taught his new pet tricks that day.
"Who's a good girl! Who's my Big good serpent girl?!" Georg was saying to Nessie, using the voice he normally only used for puppies and babies.
"What are you doing?" asked Gustav, for the second time that day.
"I'm just talking to my new pet!" Georg answered, stroking her neck.
"Whoa. That's a...big pet you got yourself Georg!" Gustav said, looking up the 50 foot length of Nessie's body.
"Isn't she just beautiful?" Georg asked, sounding like a proud father.
Gustav nodded, and promptly fainted from shock.
Georg and Nessie looked at each other. "He'll get used to you," he reassured her.
FIN