Guess who's back?
Well, I thought it was about time to write another multiple chapter story, so I'm going to see if I can get back into the swing of things here. Oh, and a thousand points if you know where I got the story's title and why I'm using it… even though you probably won't get it until later. Anyway I hadn't planned on this early of a publish date, but I just got going pretty fast… I'll shut up now.
Turmoil.
That word could very well have described the state of the Teslow residence. Keely, despite her better judgment and mother's orders, had thrown a party when her mother was on a business trip.
Of course, Keely made the classic mistake. Her older sister warned her something bad would happen, but Keely didn't listen. Keely reasoned that if she only asked a few people to come over, things would be easy to control. She had only asked a few people, but once Owen and Tia found out… well, that's probably where things got out of control. People kept flooding to the door… it was pure madness.
"A little help?" Keely shouted, as she ran around the house, trying to clean up. "Mom will be home on Friday!"
"Well that gives you," Bonnie said, consulting the calendar, "two days. With luck, you'll be done cleaning up!"
"Shut up and help me!" Keely urged.
"Yeah, no," Ashley muttered. "Besides, this is fun, watching you be all stressed out like this. We might even be able to see you get in trouble!"
"I just-- EEWWWWWWW!"
"What?" Ashley asked, walking to what Keely was looking at.
"Somebody puked in Mom's Lazarus bowl thingy…"
"Okay… maybe I'm willing to help," Bonnie announced. "And it's not a Lazarus bowl, it's some ancient wishing bowl. Mom's into all that spiritual crap, remember?"
"Right," Keely said, picking up the bowl and holding it as far away from herself as humanly possible.
"What could have possibly happened here?" Bonnie asked.
"As long as nobody was on the beds in a horizontal position, I'm happy," Ashley replied.
"How many things could these people have dirtied up?" Bonnie asked, sitting on a coffee table, taking in all the damage caused.
"Or destroyed," Ashley added, and then, as if on cue, the table which Bonnie was sitting on collapsed, and she fell to the ground.
"AARRRRRGGGHHH!" she shouted, looking at the broken legs of the coffee table.
"What?" Keely asked, coming into the room with the thrice-scrubbed wishing bowl.
"Damn coffee table collapsed," Bonnie muttered. "What, were people dancing on top of this thing?"
"Uh… maybe," was Keely's shy reply. "Listen, it'll be no sweat, I'll fix it right up!"
"And when you say you, you mean Phil, right?" Ashley asked, for clarification.
"Oh yeah. You know me." A knock at the door sounded. "I'll get it," Keely said.
She opened the door and Phil stepped in. "Hey, Keely… what happened here? It looks like an earthquake struck here!"
"Could you help me? It was that party last night… it kind of got out of hand…"
"Ah yes, the party… I remember now. Alright, I'll help," Phil mumbled.
"Okay, thanks. And I'll pay for our date on Friday night, alright? To make up for you helping?"
"Well that'd be great, Keely," Phil responded, and he began to help sort everything out.
I suggest you review.
