The Lemon Shop by Riley Waverly (freenovel24 .TXT) 📖

© Riley Waverly July 2, 2014 at 11:07 p.m. Do not twist, steal, save, manipulate, spin-off, or speak my words without my permission or else legal actions (and possibly homicidal actions) will be taken against you. STAY AWAY FROM THE ‘COPY’ OPTION ON YOUR COMPUTER AND WE’LL GET ALONG JUST FINE! *Slowly puts down knife* and we can all be friends *grins like maniac* friends we will be.

To think, this all wouldn’t have happened if Theo Tate hadn’t decided to throw a party that fateful Friday night. All of this had happened because Theo Tate wanted to throw a party in celebration of his stupidity.

Actually, it was something like his birthday or another unimportant matter. What mattered was the fact that a young teenage boy made the decision to go to that party and get drunk for the fifth time in his seventeen years of being on this planet. This teenage boy, he was no longer some random teenage boy, he was a boy who thought he was Superman. Whether or not he was high, we will never know. He tried to fly, while he was out drunk with his teammates, after he had left the party and returned to his parents’ house, he dove in their fountain in the backyard and tried to swim like a fish. That was when the boy’s parents knew that their son was in serious need of help, that he couldn’t just get hammered every night, that wasn’t the way the real world worked.

So they sent their son to a place better than rehab.

They sent him to work at his grandmother’s lemon shop.

Now this teenage boy—we can call him the teenage idiot—was extremely angry at his parents for making him go and actually work I mean, hello?! Working is totally last century.

Anyway, the teenage idiot was at the work place when he saw this teenage girl his age, seventeen years old, but instead of all the ‘holy crap she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen’ remarks that other teen romance novels had, his first thoughts were ‘I wonder if she’s a virgin’.

Classy, I know.

The teenage idiot and the teenage girl seemed to hate each other to no end, the painful time that they spent working together seemed to never end, the insults whipped out faster than a bullet from a gun, the cruel remarks, and the taunting laughter, it was all just one big blur.

Then the teenage idiot and the teenage girl did what everyone expected them to do, finally.

They got arrested.

I know, shocker. Arrested? What? That’s not what every cliché teenage novel tells us about! It’s all about the love and beauty and prosperity. Yeah, that’s what I wanted, but apparently I did not get all of my life’s wishes. So, we’ll get to the love and the beauty and the prosperity, but first, let me tell you the story of how the teenage idiot and the teenage girl got arrested.

Oh, and this teenage girl was me, obviously, and the teenage idiot was seventeen year old high school quarterback Travis Owens. Why would we mix, you ask? Well, three words, my friends, three freaking words.

The. Lemon. Shop.

All because of that stupid shop where they sell lemons was the reason I was sitting here in a jail cell waiting for my mother to come pick me up because I had the lack of foresight to tell her that I was planning to get arrested tonight. She was going to kill me, naturally, and I was all for it, it was better than facing the teenage idiot, or Travis Owens who was smirking at me from across the cell.

I also apparently had the lack of foresight to see that I was getting arrested for trying to steal a pack mule and knocking out a hillbilly who would refuse to sell the dang thing to us. I mean, if you were going to put a FOR SALE sign on your pack mule, at least sell it to the people who want it.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

The real point of all of this is the fact that I was so angry at the smirking teenage idiot next to me, that I almost didn’t hear my mother walk in with her group surrounded with sparkling diamonds and beautiful Chihuahuas that had more life insurance than I did.

“Farrah Faith Jo, why are you sitting in a holding cell with a sweaty delinquent?” Oh yeah, Travis tried to run from the cops with me piggy backing my way on his back, but due to my ‘fat ass’ (his words) we got caught almost immediately.

“You see, it’s a funny story,” I laughed nervously.

And she didn’t even know the beginning of it.

Hey, here goes the beginning of a new story! This one kinda reminds me of MO (Masked Outcasts) in the humor aspect, and it’s really a light hearted novel and I hope you all enjoy it! This was just like a prologue, so it isn’t as long and stuff.

Publication Date: 07-02-2014

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