Chapter One: (1)
"Stupid Commercials!" Megan threw the remote acrossed the couch.
"What's wrong honey?" Her mom was just coming out of the laundry room with a basket full of clothes propped on her hip.
Megan stood up and headed towards her room. "What's the point of having cable if theirs never anything on?"
Josh passed Megan on his way to the kitchen. "Move Boob." She elbowed him into the wall.
"Ow," he squeaked, "Megan!"
He detached his face from the floor and walked into the kitchen. Drake was sitting at the table staring at a bottle of Orange Juice.
"What are you doing?" Josh asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Sshh...The bottle says concentrate." He pointed to a spot on the jug.
Josh shook his head. "How did you manage to get into highschool?"
Walter peeked his head in from the livingroom. "Have you boys seen my keys?" Josh shook his head no. "What's with Drake?"
Josh made a face. "He's concentrating. Don't ask."
"Um..ok." He rushed off muttering to himself.
"Josh!"
He jumped and his chair fell over. "Megan." He squeaked.
"Be quiet Boob. I just talked to mom and she said that you have to take me to the library. I'l be ready in five." She disappeared behind the door and Josh listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway.
"Yay! Look at all the books." Megan was jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"Since when are you so excited to see books?" Josh asked skeptically.
She started walking down one of the isles. "Since always. Duh!"
"Josh. Josh." Drake ran through the library until he reached his brother. "Josh."
"What?"
"Your never going to believe this." His expression was comical.
"Again, what?"
"There is a guy outside that can balance a hotdog on his head while juggling tennis balls."
Sighing, Josh said, "Wow Drake. For a second there I thought you might have something interesting to say." He started after Megan.
Drake through his hand up. "What? It's amazing." He started after Josh. "It's balancing a hotdog and juggling. Amazing."
"Shhh...!"
There was an old woman with tiny spectacles on the end of her nose glaring at him from behind a desk. "This is a library."
"Ugh..Duh!" He darted off after Josh when she stood up.
"Man she's been doing that for an hour now." Drake had plopped down onto a blue beanbag chair hoping that Megan would find her books and they would be leaving early, but everytime she chose one book she'd put one back and go off in search for another one to replace it.
Josh knodded. "Yeah. If she keeps going like this were not going to get home until tomorrow."
"Megan come on." Drake winced as he heard his voice echo. He hadn't meant to be that loud.
A voice echoed in reply. "That's it young man. Your out of here."
"Oh crap! It's that lady from earlier." Drake struggled to get up. His butt was sunk all the way to the floor. "I hate these things."
Josh peeked around the nearest bookcase and could see an old lady coming their way. "Man, here she comes."
Drake had to roll off of the beanbag just to get up. "Come on." He grabbed Josh by the sleeve and ran towards the door. "Megan."
Megan looked up and rolled her eyes. "What did you boobs do this time?" She tried to yank away when Drake grabbed her wrist and started pulling her towards the door. "That's it!" She ground her feet on the floor and used Drakes weight against him. He flew forward and she twisted his arm. The change in motion sent his body into a flip and his body hit the floor with a thud.
"Ow." Was his only reaction.
Josh was shocked. "How do you do that?"
She pinned him with a glare, then jumped at him. He squealed and ran, not bothering to slow down, he threw the door open and continued his run outside and kept going.
"Couldn't have done it better myself." The old lady came up behind Megan and put an arm over her shoulders.
Megan smiled triuphantly. "Thanks Mrs. Tanner. Boobs never saw it coming."
