Philip 'Pip' Whitfield (pipwhit) wrote in letscruise, @ 2008-09-12 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | pip whitfield, trystan van |
Who Pip, Trystan, Lettie and Scott Whitfield
Where Mother effing Lerwick, biotches.
When Lerwick day! aka Friday morning
What The epic adventures of Pip and Trystan in Lerwick.
Rating/status tba (bet R! Just bet ya!) / in progress
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."
A flash of movement through the room streaked across the floor and to the bathroom.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."
Hair done, it streaked back to the dresser to grab a light blue t-shirt and a white hoody to put on over its jeans.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmy-" Cell ring!
"Hello? Ohmygosh, mum! Yes! Yep! Uh huh! Yeah! Yep! Okay!" Hang up!
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmy-Trystan, sweetie, you ready?"
To say Pip was excited would be one of the biggest understatements of the year, rivaled only by something like it was a bad choice for Britney to shave her head. He was flailing and running about, showered and dressing and stepping over the cat and grabbing things to put in his shoulder bag-camera! Sun screen! Sunglasses! Keys! Cell phone! Pictures to show parents!-all the while murmuring 'oh my gosh' over and over.
Poor Trystan!
"They are outside. On the dock. The dock I used to play it. The dock where I once got in the biggest brawl, let me tell you. The dock where there are like a hundred seagulls all wanting your chips. Comeoncomeoncomeon!"
He was at the door, and near bouncing!