If you're reading this, then that means you're interested in this. Some what. And that's good! Hope you like it. Hopefully it gets more random. It's supposed to be somewhat. Also, Bill-E knows he's Grubbs' brother in this fic.

Grubbs was dancing on his bed, pulling some impressive Lady Gaga moves, and singing to Bad Romance. He did this every Friday to celebrate the end of the school week.

"Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma-ro-ma-ma, Ga-ga, Oh-la-la, want your bad romance."

Grubbs was sure no one could hear him but he was wrong. His bedroom door was cracked open and behind it, were two little, twin girls named Latisha and Ladonna. They, like all the Grady's, had red hair that they both wore in cute pigtails. They both looked like adorable angels, and everyone in their family loved them, except for Grubbs. They didn't understand why though. They watched Grubbs unknowingly making a fool of himself.

"Oh, my god, what an idiot," said Latisha.

"This is soooo going up on Youtube," mused Ladonna.

"I wonder if Uncle Dervish knows he lives with a moron…"

"Of course he does. Only a moron would let a moron live with him. That way they can live Happily Moron Ever."

"Then does that make us moron too? You know, we're living here too now."

"No. We are not morons. And we're only living here for a week."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LITTLE MONSTERS DOING HERE?"

The two little girls looked up and saw Grubbs, who was huffing and puffing and spluttering in anger and confusion.

"We're living here now," Ladonna informed her cousin.

"Yeah, we live here now," said Latisha.

"W-w-why?"

"Because mommy had to be checked into a mental ward. She didn't say why though," Latisha explained.

Probably too much stress and chaos from living with these devils, thought Grubbs.

"And so we're living here until someone will take us in."

"Yes! You're not staying permanently!" Grubbs shouted with joy.

"Grubbs! Come downstairs!" Dervish yelled from below.

Grubbs left his cousins and walked downstairs. Why on Earth would Dervish let those monsters live with them? Does he want his nephew to be murdered?

"We need to talk. A couple people will be living with us for a couple weeks. And don't freak out…"

"I know. Latisha and Ladonna. I have one question for you though. WHY WOULD YOU LET THEM LIVE HERE? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO INSANE?"

Dervish sighed. "I'm letting stay here because I feel bad for them. You know I'm not very fond of them either but it's only temporary…their mother le—is sick."

Grubbs didn't fail to notice his uncles slip up. He wondered what he was really going to say. But he had a feeling that Amy, the girls mother, was not sick though.

"So? That doesn't change the fact they killed my pet rabbit, Roxy! Or tied me to a chair and gave me a make-over! And cut my hair! And torture me! THEY SHAVED MY FREAKING LEGS!" Grubbs screamed. Those "little angels" were no little angels. He just knew there was something off about them.

"Your point? They're going through…a difficult time right now. You've fought and killed demons! I'm sure you'll survive a couple weeks with them."

Grubbs folded arms and rolled his eyes. But Dervish was right. He had kicked demon ass and the girls definitely couldn't do that. He nodded to his uncle. "Fine. But if they do something incredibly terrible, then I'm kicking them out."

"You can't kick them out, it's my house. But I can ground."

"Oh, please. You've never been a parent and you're too cool. You don't know how to ground two eleven-year-old trouble makers."

"I know how to punish kids. If they go out of line, just let me take care of it."

"Fine."

"Why don't you find Billy."

"Fine."

"And she asked me to sit with her at lunch and I did and we talked about how everyone are jerks—not you, of course. She actually thinks you're decent, but she doesn't know you well. Then, in Math, we kept passing notes and she spit-balled Mrs. Penfold and she got detention. She said it was worth it, though. It was so hilarious. Hey, Grubbs, don't you think she sounds cool? Grubbs?"

Bill-E shook his half-brother's arm and Grubbs snapped his head to look at him.

"What?" Grubbs asked.

"You're not listening to me."

"Sorry."

Bill-E knew something was wrong with Grubbs. Normally his attitude his cool and fun but now it was…frustrated and somewhat pissed off.

"Er…something's bothering you…."

"Yeah…"

"Wanna tell me?"

Grubbs sighed. "My—our cousins are going o be living with us for a couple weeks…."

Bill-E was a little confused. He was actually happy that family was over, even though he didn't know them. "Okay…that's coolio."

"No! it's not! They're horrible girls! I swear, if I didn't know better myself, I'd say they were demons!"

"Are they older than you? 'Cause that would explain why you probably hate them. Because, you know, sometimes the older people pick on the younger kids…."

"No. They're eleven."

"So…I'm assuming that when you say they're "horrible" and "demons", you mean they're annoying."

"Well, yeah that too. But I'm serious. They're evil. They killed my pet when I was younger and everyone in the family seems to love them."

"Well, I want to meet them. I can come over for dinner tonight and I'll let you know what I think of them. I'm sure they're not as terrible as you're making out to be."

Grubbs glared at him.

Bill-E shuffled his feet. "Er…Like you said, I'm sure they're terrible people.

A/N: So what do you think? What will Bill-E think? How terrible are those girls? I'm sure Grubbs is exaggerating…or is he right?

Let me know what you think. And if you have any suggestions, tell me. Only constructive criticism is allowed. No flames.

Reviews = No demons coming to eat you anytime soon.