RamTalk... the rest of the story

Based on the RamTalk: “To the person who stole a one-piece bathing suit, a giant ketchup bottle and a metal wallflower from our house on Saturday: I just want to know why?”

Editor’s note: This is a fictional interpretation of a RamTalk submitted by an anonymous student.

As Cody and I stepped off the late bus, I heard a rip. At first, I thought I’d imagined it. I reached down and grabbed the front of my slacks. My stomach sank as I found a giant tear that left my white underpants exposed.

“Oh God…” I muttered.

Cody looked down at my pants and let out a low whistle. “I told you those were way too small. You should have borrowed some of mine. I bet Malinda is totally going to fall for you after you show up to her dinner party with torn pants.”

I glared at Cody, and then began thinking. I hadn’t brought anything else to wear, and there wouldn’t be time to go home. Then I noticed loud music. I looked around and saw it: a party.

“Cody, do you think they might have something in there?” I asked, pointing to the brightly lit house.
Cody turned to the house and smiled. “There’s a good chance.”

We walked inside and were met with multiple glares. Cody and I passed through the living room before anyone could speak to us and ducked into the first room we found. I closed the door and flipped on the light to find that we had entered a girl’s room.

“Damn it,” I growled as I began searching through the closet.

“You know,” Cody said. “Maybe we should be bringing something to contribute to this dinner. Hold on.” And with that, Cody vanished from the room.

I searched through the entire room, and had very nearly given up hope when I found a black one-piece bathing suit. I pulled it out, and compared it to my pants. They matched perfectly. I undressed and put the one-piece on before covering it up with my nice clothes. I looked in a mirror and found it hard to notice the rip with the black swimsuit under my clothes.

Cody reappeared with a bottle of ketchup in hand and a metal wallflower.

“Seriously?” I asked, as we started moving toward the back door.

“Yes, and I even found you a flower to give her since you forgot to bring one,” Cody said with a wink and a smirk.

Fiction writer Justin Goodfellow can be reached at verve@collegian.com.