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Mail's Here
The band was lounging about in the garage, minding each other's business.
Entering the garage door was Abby Rhodes, Tripp Campbell's neighbor next door. Abby's raven hair bounced off her shoulders and her grey eyes twinkled like stars. "Hi, guys."
"Hey, Abby." Tripp got up from the couch and smiled, "I think you know Iron Weasel."
"Yeah. That's the guy who devours anything in his path." She looked over to Burger Pitt, the bass player, who was stuffing a hot dog in his mouth. "Over there is the guy whose hair is so spiky it could put a porcupine to shame." She pointed to Ash, the drummer.
"My secret is lots and lots of hair gel." Ash smiled from behind the drums.
"And on your couch, trimming his nails, is the Brit who constantly flirts to women…and animals." Abby's grey eyes glanced over to the lead singer, Derek Jupiter.
"That was one time. Ash dared me!" Derek shot up from the couch.
"So, what brings you here, Abs?" Tripp asked.
"Your mail got mixed up in mine." Abby showed Tripp a stack of letters. "Burger, here is your Junk Food Weekly magazine." She handed the magazine to the bass player.
"Sweet! There's an article on a quadruple stack cheeseburger!" Burger smiled and flipped through the magazine.
"Ash, here's your latest issue on the Captain Crazy comic book." Abby tossed his comic book over to him.
"Awesome! Captain Crazy is giving a high five to a monkey with his foot!" He showed everyone the picture and laughed.
"Tripp, you got a letter from Juliard! Oh, my gosh!" Abby gave a bright smile.
"Really? I can't believe it!" Tripp jumped up and down with joy.
"Nope, I was just messing with you. It's just a catalog for guitars. I hope you don't mind, I took the free gift cards." She handed him the thick book.
"No guitar will ever replace Angie." He flipped through the book, "Ooh, this one glows in the dark."
"So, Abby, what did I get?" Derek asked.
"A fancy invitation."
"Really? It is from some record producer who wants to hear us play?" Tripp looked up from his catalog.
"No, it's from someone name Penelope Pimbleton." Abby looked down and read the invitation.
"What? No! No!" Derek began to freak out. "Please tell me you did not just say Penelope Pimbleton!"
"Yes. Yes, I did. About nearly fifteen seconds ago. You okay, Derek? You seem on edge." Abby gave him a confused look. "Besides, who's Penelope Pimbleton?"
Derek screamed, "Don't say that name!"
"Do you guys know who she is?" Abby asked the rest of the band.
"Nope." Burger said.
"Sorry." Tripp answered.
"Captain Crazy is swinging from a tree with a string of sausages. I love this guy." Ash laughed as he read from his comic book.
"Well, I'll find out for myself." Abby said.
"How?" Tripp put down his catalog.
"She wrote her number on her along with a lipstick print. I'll just call her." Abby pulled out her phone and dialed the number.
"What are you doing?" Derek looked over at Abby.
"Calling Penelope Pimbleton."
"Don't!" Derek began to freak.
"I'm one button away from making the call, but I won't call her unless you us who she really is." Abby held the phone away from the singer.
"All right, fine!" Derek gave in.
Abby turned off her phone and sat down on the couch, "So, who is she?"
"We knew each other when we were kids. Man, she was hideous. She always had this giant crush on me."
"Like Annoying Arlene." Tripp said.
"Worse than Annoying Arlene." Derek confessed.
"Continue, Derek." Abby smiled.
"She would follow me wherever I'd go, steal my clothes, and even told her parents that I would marry her!"
"So, you could've told her parents it was a lie." said Tripp.
"She also told my parents! My parents were best friends with the Pimbleton family! They thought it would be a miracle to join the houses of Jupiter and Pimbleton together by marriage." He explained.
"So what did you do next?" Burger asked.
"Moved to America, formed a band, and now living in young boy's house. I told her that I was going to study abroad." He laughed.
"Wow, that must've been some scapegoat." Abby rolled her eyes. "Derek, maybe she's changed. It wouldn't kill you just to go and see her."
"Yes it would."
"Hey, boys! Hi, Abby!" Mrs. Campbell entered the garage. "What's going on here?"
"Derek's afraid of seeing a girl." Tripp confessed.
"Well that's totally unlike you, Derek." Beth gave him a confused look.
"It's not just a girl. It's Penelope Pimbleton." Derek shuddered by the sound of her name.
"Wait! Penelope Pimbleton? Of Dreaming Designs?" Beth grew happy.
"Mom, you know who she is?" Tripp asked.
"Of course! She is the famous wedding gown designer ever! Women everywhere dream of having her wedding dress done by her."
"The invite says it's celebrating Penelope's latest fashion award. Think of the guests that'll be there, Derek. Rock stars, pop stars, Lady Gaga could be there. You guys could get Iron Weasel to be famous again. What do you say?"
"Derek, if it makes you feel any better, we'll go with you." Tripp said.
"We will?" Burger and Ash said.
"Yes. Because not only is Derek the lead singer of Iron Weasel, he is also our brother. And brothers stick together."
"Can I come?" asked Abby.
"The more people with me, the better I feel." Derek said.
"Cool, I'll call Izzy." Abby pulled out her phone.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"Don't worry, bro, you'll be fine. Fine like Captain Crazy surfing the Amazon River on a pepperoni pizza." Ash reassured him, only to have everyone give him an awkward look.