Friday, August 6, 2004

Fab's House! - Day Two.
A horrible bell sounded, startling Alex, who rolled over, falling off the couch onto me. How heavy he was! >_< Almost killed me for sure… I think I broke a rib, too. >.O

We walked right into the kitchen. Minutes later, we were on the floor outside the kitchen, and Fabrice smiled apologetically, as he explained house rules; “Showers in the morning, afternoon, and night.” And he walked off into the kitchen. So, we all took those quick five to seven minutes showers, and ran back into the kitchen. Minutes later, we’d been kicked out again. Jules stood before us this time. “Gotta brush your hair guys.” This was one thing my brothers wouldn’t stand for. My brothers never brush their hair… they’ll shampoo it, condition it, but never, EVER brush it. It’s against our policy. Even I don’t brush my hair, ‘less it’s long, but when it’s short, it’s a big, “Screw You” … So, we ignored this rule.

… Found myself on the counter, as Fab’s mom brushed my hair, and started saying things about keeping my hair neat, or else it looks all rumpled. I like it that way, thank you. I wanted to say something nasty that was buzzing in my head, but I feared a random broom whacking would conclude the conflict in the end, telling me, “Never oppose Fab’s Mom! She 0wnz j00!” so I let it go… With my hair brushed, making it fall limply over my eyes like a sheep dog, I returned to the kitchen table, where I found my brothers had been over taken by neat hair… Aran’s bangs split right in the middle. His face was so… it… it seemed to glow in a holy light, and his eyes gleamed, too… we’d never seen his whole face before. It was as if we were unworthy… which is funny, cause once Mike saw it, he hissed and screamed; “It burns!” …See how long it’s been? It was awkward seeing his face… I’ve only seen it once, and that time, I only saw his left eye, but this… this was history here. It was also obvious that Fab’s pretty younger sisters took a liking to Aran, who didn’t like the unwanted attention, and stuck his tongue out at us all. As a response, Fab’s sarcastic brother Jules playfully flickered his tongue back at Aran, and my siblings and I, all fell back in our seats at the same time. That freaks me out all the time. o_O

After breakfast, Fab’s mom had us clean the house up, afterward. We all told Fab we’d be killing him. So, we started picking up stuff from the couch and pillows and all this other junk… in their couch, I found twenty bucks (Which Jules snatched from me, so I pushed him and now he has a bump on his head,) five remote controls, including the one for the TV in my room which I told Fab not to put it in his back pocket, but he never listens. I also found Fabrice’s left shoe, Jules’ “pink Party” tie, but Aran took it and alerted Jules he was stealing it from him… I found Aleksandr’s CD case, his socks, a floppy he owned, his wallet, his watch… and a pair of frilly pink boxers I didn’t dare to touch them, seeing how I had no idea how long they’d been down there with those socks. When I found them, though, Fabrice hugged me, and mentioned how he had been looking for those the longest… I didn’t ask how they got there, whether it be he sits naked on the couch, or he wears them on his head, I didn’t care. Mike was having trouble coping with the vacuum for his fear of being sucked in… Jules was having fun scaring him with it. I felt bad. Mike witnessed his hamster get sucked up by a vacuum once when he was four I think… never got it out of his head, so if you chase him with a vacuum (Even those little handheld ones,) he’ll run away screaming. Sad, but true.

I myself had fun finding the many things Fab can hide in a couch. Whilst rummaging through the other couch, I found a drum stick (for drum sets… I doubt Fab would hide chicken in his couch. o_O), a microphone which Aran has some obsession with those, as he pulled it out of my hand, out it to his cheek, hugging it tightly and said, “I love micro-phoooones” And he just… sat there… hugging it… it was so disturbing. Yet it reminded me of my Aran and his obsession for bunnies, so it wasn’t so disturbing. Leaving the two alone to uhm… hug or whatever, we finally finished up. By that time, we had settled down and just hung around for a bit. Nothing too weird I suppose, heh. The rest of the day pretty much happened like the night before. Whackings and rules, rules, rules. -_-;
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