I Started a Joke

Chapter 18

"My glasses? Where are my glasses?" June-Bug frantically looked around the hotel room for her glasses.

"I don't know Velma, did you drop them while you were looking for a clue to the Enchantress mystery?" I taunted June-Bug from my seat at the desk.

June-Bug stopped her search to mildly frown at me. "Not funny and not helpful, Lucia." She tugged her suit jacket down and fixed the collar of her dress shirt. She looked stiff and uncomfortable in her clothes.

"I thought it was plenty funny." I played with the ends of my freshly trimmed hair. All those terrible split ends are gone and my hair is free to be long and beautiful. June-Bug continued to pace and turn the room upside down in search of her glasses.

June-Bug is nervous because we're paying a visit to the White House. Ricky had informed his girlfriend and I of Waller's plan to initiate Task Force X. The two of us were required to attend the meeting. The little mouse went into a panic hearing about the Task Force and abandoned the jigsaw puzzle we working on together. June-Bug ran to her room and Ricky went after his lady love. I sat alone in the living room picking at the carpet, not touching the puzzle since my playmate was awol. When they came back out an hour later, Ricky explained exactly what Waller was planning for the meeting and how June and I came into play. June-Bug had more of a role than me, I was merely to be a spectator.

That discussion was when I learned, or rather relearned about The Enchantress and in return June-Bug learned about my delinquent parents. The mouse expected me to be disgusted or terrified of her but I shrugged her off saying that being with my Papa desensitized me to crazy stuff. June-Bug was a little disturbed to finally understand the reason I was in custody but she didn't let that color her treatment of me. The cards were all laid out on the table and the household dynamic remained much the same.

"Why don't you check the drawers, Juney? That's where I usually see you put your specs." I dryly said after getting tired of watching the metahuman run around the room like a chicken. I rubbed my tight covered feet against the carpet, feeling my hair hover from the static I was generating. Like June-Bug I was primly dressed in a neat skirt and blouse in order to appear professional.

HaHaHaHaHa.

As professional as a hostage eleven year old can appear. Only reason I'm going to this meeting is so that Wall-Block and Ricky can keep an eye on their chess pieces. They don't trust me to behave under anyone else's watch. If my plan with the flip-phone had worked I wouldn't even still be here.

Stupid Papa! His phone number had been disconnected and out of service. My entire escape plan was a massive waste of time. After I heard the phone operator say the phone number was out service for the third time I went into a rage and snapped the phone in half. I swear it's like the world itself conspires against me. The minute I get back on my feet I end up knocked back down. It's not fair!

HaHaHaHaHa.

It's almost like the joke's on me.

"Oh my gosh! You were right. I don't know how you and Rick do that." June-Bug gasped. She pulled her glasses out of the drawer and put them on, completing her I-mean-business look.

"It's nothing special June-Bug. You're just one of those people who forgets where they put things. I think I've seen you lose your glasses at least dozen times this month alone. Velma has nothing on you."

"God. You make me sound like I'm some ditzy airhead. I have a PhD you know." June-Bug slumped onto the bed, looking dejected and worn out. "I'm not entirely useless..." I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. While June Moone refuses to let her life spiral out of control, she does have her pity-party moments that rival Moaning Myrtle's. I typically go hunt down Ricky to deal with June when her self-loathing becomes too much to handle.