Nick Mallory's Words of Wisdom

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Chapter 7: Nick Mallory on Scooters

Nick Mallory is seen riding his red scooter like always. After he stops at a stoplight, Nick took the time to look at the camera while paying attention to the road.

"Nick Mallory loves scooters. It's like a bicycle, but I don't have to work my feet over and over again. After all, there's nothing cutting Nick Mallory off from having a nice drive around Peaceville." Nick smiled.

However, someone was behind his tail. By the look of that familiar pink vehicle, Nick Mallory knew who that figure was. Unfortunately, he wasn't even noticing who was driving behind him.

That figure of course, was Trina Riffin. She decided to play stalker like always.

"Nick Mallory, you shall be mine..." Trina smiled evilly, "Once I catch him, I'll finally get the chance to ask him out!"

Trina was driving very slow, hoping that Nick Mallory wouldn't notice her very easily. She was wasting a lot of gas, but it was all gonna be worth it.

What Trina didn't know was the amount of traffic she was causing behind her. Seeing Nick turn left around a block, Trina followed the same. It was almost like a cat-and-mouse chase.

"Okay... just honk at him and he'll see you..." Trina thought as she was about to reach her hand for the horn.

But before she could reach for the horn, somebody honked the horn behind her.

"Hey! Speed it up, pinky!" The driver said behind Trina.

"SHUT UP, TURDBURGULAR! I'M TRYING TO STALK HUNKY NICK MALLORY SO THAT HE CAN BE MY DATE!" Trina shouted angrily to the pissed-off driver.

After her little rant, Trina refocused on Nick. It was a good thing Nick Mallory didn't hear her shout because she would be caught red-handed that easily. The wheels of Trina's vehicle were still rolling gently following Nick's trail.

"Okay... no more interruptions... no more mistakes..." Trina said to herself as she began reaching for the horn again.

As soon as she saw Nick Mallory stop at a nice Frozen Yogurt shop, Trina decided to pull in. But before she can do all of those things...

*HONK! HONK!*

The pissed-off driver honked the horn right behind her.

"Hey, are you on dope?! Speed it up, will ya! You're wasting my gas here!"

"KISS MY BUTT! I DON'T SEE YOU HAVING TO STALK A FRICKIN HOT DOG VENDOR!" Trina yelled to the guy behind him, "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I DRIVE CRACKHEAD, THEN FOR GOODNESS SAKE, GET OUT OF THE-"

*CRASH!*

Trina was suddenly cut off by a disturbing sound. The sound of her favorite pink vehicle being crashed into a steel pole.

Apparently, she ended up losing Nick's trail, which forced her to lose focus on the road thanks to that angry pissed-off driver behind Trina. And it cost her big time, knowing that a screaming match between Trina and the driver did her in.

While Trina hit her forehead with the car horn completely, the police siren showed up behind her. The police officer slowly approached her with a yellow notepad in hand.

"Miss, did you know how slow you were going?" The officer said to Trina while he wrote up the ticket.

"Slow as that guy's death is gonna be when I'm see him..." Trina mumbled, referring to the angry driver.

While an enraged Trina was having trouble with the law, Nick Mallory was still at the frozen yogurt shop, kicking back with a strawberry yogurt.

"Nick Mallory's such a sucker not also for riding in scooters, but he's also got a kick for frozen yogurt." Nick smiled while he felt the taste of fruit in his mouth, "That way the strawberries he's feeling can decrease painful urination. That's the life of Nick Mallory."


I can hardly imagine Trina saying those kinds of stuff, but whatever floats her boat.

More words of wisdom coming soon.