this is the story im ganna do for my video of jake and roland
it was written by my friend emilce
jake and roland are mine
and she wrote this awesome story
Roland stormed through Jakes’ room as he habitually dose. He turned the knob and slammed the door into the wall; the lock on the knob sled into the dent from privies times that Roland had done it. Jakes’ room was neat and shipshape; all his books were in alphabetical order by author and not a dust bunny in sight. Jake gasped for air, he was not expecting Roland to come over. Before Jake could say anything Roland cut in by saying “Jake! What up man?” said Roland. “How the hell did you get into my house? No one except me is here. Who let you in?” asked Jake. “Dude, I know where you keep your spare key at, under that freak gnome. How else do you think I got those embarrassing pictures of you in your footy pajamas? Hi five for 10,000 hits,” Roland replied extending his arm high in the air expecting some recognition from Jake, but Roland realized there would be none “Oh come on man you ganna leave me hanging?” Roland asked as he gave himself a hand five. “…So what’s the deal? What do you want?” Jake asked. “Nerfin (funny word for nothing)…just bored out of my mind at grannies.” Roland spent a lot of time at his grandmas, “Thought maybe you would like to go out, breathe some outer oxygen, you know some of that polluted stuff,” Roland said. “What did you have in mind?” asked Jake. “I don’t know…I was thinking some place like the mall,” said Roland. “No way man! That’s almost five miles away. I don’t want to go that far on my bike, I’m way too lazy,” said Jake. “Well who said anything about riding our bikes down there?” said Roland. “What do you mean?” asked Jake suspiciously. “Well”, said Roland,
“A little birdie told me that since your parents are out of town for the weekend they let you borrow the keys to the car.” “Yeah and I also told you that it was for in case of an emergency only,” said Jake. “Come on man! Don’t be like this,” wined Roland. “Be like what Roland? Responsible?” exclaimed Jake. “No Jake! Dependable,” said Roland. “What? That’s what I meant,” said Jake. “Is it Jake? Is it?” Roland asked. “YES!” answered Jake loudly. “Because all of this in my head leads to boredom,” said Roland. “Well you know what? Let’s just end the conversation here because, were not going to take the car,” Jake said angrily. “Come on man! Bend the rules for once in your life,” begged Roland. “No Roland! Because rules are what keep me out of trouble,” Jake said. “Fine Jake I tried to do this the easy way, but if that’s the way you want it I guess you leave me no other choose,” Roland said as he pulled out a small glass vile from his back pocket filled half way with some sort of clear liquid, along with the glass vile there was a small handkerchief. Roland tried to be as discreet as he can as he kept it all behind him as he slipped a bit of clear liquid into the handkerchief. “What are you doing? What’s that behind your hands? Jake asked. “Look Jake distraction!” yelled Roland as he pointed out the window. Jake turned in the direction of the finger “What? I see nothing.” Jake said. Roland swiftly mothered Jakes face into the handkerchief.
35 minutes later... “Well hello sleepy head, you were out for quite a while.” Roland said. “What happened? Where…w-where am I? Why do I smell like chloroform?” asked Jake jadedly. “Dude, I’m not trying to judge your driving skills or anything, but you should really keep your eyes on the road,” Roland said. “I’m driving!” Jake said frightfully as he swerved on the empty street as he put his hands on the steering wheel, steadying the car. “Yeah you’re driving, how else do you think I would be able to finish these cross word puzzles?” Roland said. “How far are we?” Jake asked looking in all directions. “Well we’re about three miles away from the mall,” Roland replied. “No way, I drove all the way here to this point asleep? And I didn’t crash or kill anyone?” Jake said proudly. “YUP! Well you did hit a couple things,” Roland said calmly. “WHAT! Did I damage the car?” Jake asked expecting the worst. “No you didn’t, but those cats knew what was coming. I’ll help you hose them off later,” Rolland said. “You know what I should just turn this car back right now for all that you have done,” Jake said. “Oh come on, name something bad I’ve done excluding this?” Roland asked. “Remember my sisters wedding?” Jake asked. “Oh please that was years ago,” Roland said. “It was last month…I can still hear the screaming,” Jake said, frightened by the flash backs. “Well let’s just stay on the positives,” Roland said trying to get off the topic. “To bad there isn’t any,” Jake whispered. “Man, these crossword puzzles sure are hard to the bone. Oh man I can’t even pronounce this word, look Jake, look, you’re not looking,” Roland wined. “Roland I’m driving! Get that out of my face! ROLAND!” Jake shrieked. Jake moved the steering wheel hastily to his right in the wrong direction before they could go any further Jake collided into a bright silver pole, hitting the corner of the car. Jake ran out of breath, not being able to believe what happened. “HUUU! Look what you did!” Roland said. Jake could breathe again. “What just happened? Oh my God! That did not happen.” Jake said frantically, with all the consequences rushing through his head. Both Jake and Roland walked out of the car to view the damage. “Well if it’s worth anything it doesn’t look that bad.” Roland said, trying to console Jake. “Okay, Okay! It’s just a busted head light… I –I can get that fixed,” Jake said, trying not to lose his grip. “Well there’s an auto repair shop not that far from here,” Roland said. “Let’s go!” Jake said.
The boys pulled up to a dirt road that lead them to a short wide building layered in blue and decorated in colorful graffiti. A sign hung crookedly and rusted on the wall of the building in red words it read “HANKS GRAED A CAR SHOP” A small greasy, dirty, filthy man wiping is black stained hands, wearing a shirt that read “I do it for the ladies!” came out telling the boys to pull in to the garage. The man introduced him self as hank. “Yup! What you got yourself here is a broken head light,” Hank said. “Really! I didn’t realize that,” Jake said sarcastically. “Dude how could you not realize that, it’s right there,” Roland said (a fool to sarcasm). “Oh God, so can you fix it?” Jake asked. “I recon I can, just replace it with a new one. I’ll have it done in about ten minutes,” Hank said. “Oh great! So how much will this all cost?” Jake asked. “Well all it is, is a new head light so about $400 dollars,” Hank said. “$400! I don’t have that kind of money!” Jake explained. “Well boy I’m not the one who crashed into a mail box,” Hank said. “HEY! For your information it was a stop sign and it came out no where, so anyone else could have hit it,” Rolland explained. “Get out of my shop,” Hank said to the boys. “I’m dead, my life is over!” cried Jake. “HU! Dudes don’t pull that trigger just yet. I have an idea,” Roland said. Being Jakes only hope, he watched Roland put the head light back together. “Well it doesn’t look that bad. Do you think my parents will me able to notice the tape?” Jake asked. “What tape? See it’s so good I could hardly even notice it,” Roland said. “Well I’m going to bed, good night, Thank you man.” Jake said. “No problem man you’re my best friend, well good night,” Roland was the last to speak.
THE END…WELL NOT REALLY