Author: Twee PM
Congratulations on your new Vietnamese mail order bride...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 46 - Words: 85,718 - Reviews: 132 - Favs: 73 - Follows: 37 - Updated: 07-21-08 - Published: 01-22-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2308349
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Special Delivery© -Thuy
A/N- I apologise in advance if there are any mistakes. So, here's the prologue. Sorry I couldn't make it any more interesting but it tells you what's going on…but please look forward to Chapter 1 as it's more enjoyable. Oh, and reviews would be very much appreciated! Thank you!!!
"Um guys…shouldn't we call the police or something?"
"What? Like a prank call? I never thought you had it in you Miss Goody Two Shoes!"
"No, no, no! I meant call the police about them," she pointed and everyone followed her finger to see what she was pointing at. They gasped when they saw two men trying to break into a flat.
"We shouldn't jump to conclusions – they could have lost their key."
"Maybe. But they do look suspicious."
"Yeah, suspiciously gay and they're wanting a little privacy to…" she couldn't continue as all the girls broke into a fit of giggles which floated across the park and to the block of flats where the two men were building a makeshift ladder.
One of the men looked up to see the group of girls playing on the swings, pointing and laughing at him.
"Matt, they're laughing at me," he said, turning around to face his companion.
"So what?" Matt asked, wiping his sweaty brow.
"But that's mean!" he exclaimed.
"Shut up Jason! You sound like a girl," Matt retorted trying to lift a large block of concrete but he failed miserably. "Are you going to help me with the ladder or what?"
They both looked down at the disorderly pile that was the 'ladder.' So far, they've collected: a flowerpot, a milk bottle crate, a cardboard box and a block of concrete.
"This crappy ladder idea of yours isn't working. I guess we'll just have to use my idea now," Matt stated shrugging.
"Are you joking? No way you're standing on my shoulders," Jason argued backing away. He stepped forward anyway and grabbed Jason by the collar.
"Kneel so I can get on your shoulders." Matt barked. Jason whimpered and reluctantly got to his knees. Matt quickly clambered on and began tugging at the window.
"Ow! That hurts Matt!" Jason cried, slapping Matt's leg in protest. "All this just to water a plant."
"We promised Geoffrey," Matt grunted. "Anyway, it would have been a whole lot easier if you didn't lose the key."
"Yeah, well. I'm under a lot of stress."
"Aha! And the window opens. Now get up so I can climb through the window."
Jason stood up slowly and soon Matt was waving at him from the other side of the window.
"Hurry up and open the door!" Jason shouted. He heard the sound of a lock opening and the front door swung open. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
The flat was dark and had a musty smell to it. After repeatedly opening some doors and closing them, they found the small, dreary bedroom.
"How can he live here? It's so depressing," Jason said. "Oh, there's his plant. How comes it looks all wilted and dead?"
"Get water quick!" Matt instructed. Jason went in search for the bathroom and returned moments later with a cup full of water.
"Water it!" Matt exclaimed gesturing to the plant. Jason rushed over and poured the cupful of water into the plant pot.
"I think it's going to need more," Jason said disappearing out of the room.
Matt gazed around the room and his eyes fell onto the computer. When Jason returned with the second cup of water, Matt was already sitting at the computer.
"Maybe I should get a plant?" Jason wondered aloud. Matt sniggered.
"Well, if you do I'm not going to water it," he replied. "Geez, this computer is so slow."
"I hope Geoffrey finds a nice girl in Switzerland," Jason commented.
"This computer is so dead," Matt murmured, clicking frantically on the mouse. Suddenly there was a loud bang.
"What happened?" Jason asked rushing over.
"Nothing," Matt said hands up stating his innocence. "Just motivating it."
"Did you just thump Geff's computer?" Jason asked, hands on his hips.
"Now, thump is a harsh word. Encourage is better."
"Well did it work?"
"Yes…and no. It helped me. Not sure about the computer though."
"You better fix it or Geoffrey will kill you."
Matt laughed. "He won't be able to aim his punches cos of his poor eyesight."
Jason grumbled and returned to the plant.
"Um, I don't think Geff is going to find a nice girl in Switzerland." Matt said finally.
"Why not? I know that he's not Prince Charming but there'll be someone out there who'll see beyond the face and into his heart," Jason expected one of Matt's wisecracks but Matt sat motionless.
"What is it? Are you looking at porn? You sick…" Jason strode over and looked at the screen; it was only an innocent looking email:
Dear Mr Geoffrey Simmons,
We would like to congratulate you on your new Vietnamese bride. She will be arriving at Heathrow Airport on Tuesday 7th November at 1.30 pm. Take good care of her and we wish you a happy, rich life together with lots of children.
"That means she's coming…" Jason started.
"…Today," Matt ended for him.