Chapter 17 Liar, liar, pants on… water?

"Please tell me you brought a mask... Or anything that can cover my face." I gave Langston my puppy look face, "This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done!" Langston hissed at me, "You're not the one wearing the chicken suit here. Besides," He coughed, "Patrick said I'll get a promotion after doing this." "Really? Showing up outside the Big Apple with a chicken suit is worth the promotion? Are you kidding me?" I mean, we flew all the way from our home, Denovan, to this crowded and noisy city. New York. He just shrugged. I gave him a glare."What is the promotion, anyway?" I asked him while fluffing his wings gently. He looked at me sheepishly, "Well..." ----3 days later--- "So, how does being a messenger feels like?" I asked Langston with a teasing smile, which by the way annoys the hell out of him. Yes, the trip to New York a few days ago was for a promotion to become a messenger. I personally have no idea what chicken wings have to do with mails, but whatever.  Besides, it's a good promotion because he's not wearing a chicken suit anymore. Just this hideous pink-colored polo shirt with a chicken logo on the right, and bright yellow pants. Whatever. "I'm no one's messenger, I'm a delivery boy." He snaps at me, quoting Shrek, while juggling the bag full of envelopes on his arms. "You know," I said, "If you drop that thing, papers would fly everywhere -and I mean everywhere." He rolled his eyes, "Puh-lease, doing this is easy." I simply raised an eyebrow and walked silently. I may be silent now, but deep down, I'm just waiting for that bag to slip.  Believe it or not, Langston and I had been the best of friends for a few weeks now. After the 'heart-to-heart' talk with him on the mountain top, shockingly, I understood him. But the most shocking news is that, he's not that bad, at all. He's actually... cute! Especially the surprise he gave me on valentine's day, I mean, how can a bad boy do something that sweet to a girl? Or better yet, to anyone!? "Hey Langston," I called out. "Where are we even going?" He shrugs, "Somewhere down the road." I glowered, "Langston..." He nods toward a house that is located somewhere down the road, "No kidding, it is just somewhere down the road- Shit!" I faced him and started coughing to cover up my laughter. Langston slipped in a pile of what he just said: Shit. Poop. Crap. The thing that comes out of one's butthole. The brown black-ish smelly thing. Technically, when he slipped, the envelopes around him flew through the air, like the ones in the movies where someone graduates. But instead of caps, they were brown and white envelops. Ah, "I told you." He grunts. "Can you please help me up?" I smirked, "Did the bad boy just say please?" "CHLOE!" I chuckled, "Okay, okay!" I bent down on my knees and helped him up, making sure that I'm not anywhere near the smelly poop. "Oh fuck," He groaned, looking at the envelopes helplessly. Walking right beside him, I pinched his tummy and gave him the look. He glared at me, but when he noticed that he does need my help, he sighed painfully before giving a puppy look face on me, "Help me." I smirked before helping him to pick up the envelopes. "Hun! Oh honey!" Our heads snapped to the right and saw an old lady. Is she talking to us? "The boy with the weird fashion sense and his girlfriend!" Yeah, it's us. Forcing a grin, we walk towards her house, leaving a pile of mess behind us. "Are you a mailman, dear?" She asked with her frail voice, "Well, a mailman in a chicken suit?" Langston pursed his lips before giving the old lady a nod. "Do you need help picking those things?" Langston nods once again, but I immediately said, "But you can't help us." She looks fragile. She grinned, "Oh, don't be so sure my darling." She laughed, "I have my grandchildren visiting me later, but they're around their elementary years." "That would be great!" Langston said with pure excitement in his voice. "Oh, but I do have a favor though." His smile turns upside down, "I should've seen that coming." He muttered silently, while I covered his murmurs with, "What is it?" The old gran smiled warmingly at me, "Well, I have this special message to be sent to my friend." Langston raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you too old to have friends?" My eyes widened and immediately stepped on his foot, "Don't be rude." I hissed silently before looking at granny and smiled warmingly at her, "Why can't your grandchildren do it for you?" She frowned, "I did say they're still on their elementary years, right?" Wow, temper!! I continued smiling, "Of course, but... Where is this place?" She immediately smiled sheepishly, "Merlamich Villa." Merlamich Villa? "Where the hell is that?" Langston asked bluntly. Of course, I want to know the answer, so I didn't bother to do anything with his manners. "It's very near actually. It's just at the east part outside of town." My eyes almost bulged out, "You call that near!?" She smiled, "It's near the Walmart outside and eastern part of town!" Of course. I gave her a nod to acknowledge our deal. Langston said, "Just please make sure that everything from there," He points his thumb at the road, "Will be picked up and will be put in here." He raised the bag. "Sure!" She grinned, before picking something behind the door and gave him a box. Then, she handed it over to Langston. "Whoa," His voice strained a little when he took it, "This sure is heavy. What's in here? Rocks?" The old lady simply laughed and ignored his question, "Make sure that box will be in my friend's hand before tomorrow." Then, she shuts the door close, leaving me and Langston alone with a box. "Come on. We better start walking. My bike broke down, and apparently, my car's obviously at home." Langston said before walking away. Wait... Walk? "Walk? What? Let's just go back to the house and-" "Can't, we don't have much time," He said, "It's 5 already, besides, the walk towards the bus stop for is just a few minutes ahead." Fine. ~-~ "Langston! Where are we!? We've been walking for hours!" He looked at me sheepishly, "Well, it turns out that there is no bus stop." "What?"  He bit his lip, "But I do know a short cut." "But you lied!" "I didn't lie about anything!" "Really? You should've told me that there was no bus stop in the first place!" He looks at me and sighed, "You're right... I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but can we just not fight?" I raised an eyebrow before sighing, "Where is this short cut?" He grins, "Right here." I gasped when I stepped on something wet, which means that it covers my legs. I look at Langston and gasped when I saw that he was already wet. How the hell did this happen? "Uh, Langston... Do you have extra clothes or something?" He looked frantically around us before putting the box at the ground safely and grab his bag. "I do have this," And guess what it was. It's his freaking CHICKEN SUIT