Amy pov
"okay, and here are your rooms. Ian, yours is the one next to mine and Natalie's and Natalie, yours is the one next to Ian's and Sinead's."
And that is all the Cahills assigned to their bedrooms. After walking down to the front door, carrying at least a dozen suitcases (jeez, these Cahills don't know how to pack light. It's only a five day stay for crying out loud), and showing nine Cahills where their room was, I was exhausted…
I slumped down on the couch and closed my eyes… only to be rudely awakened a few seconds later by something that sounded like a whale getting strangled or something along those lines.
"AAAAAAANNNNNND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLL AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLWAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSS LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Oh not again…
Immediately after, nine Cahills ran into the living room where I sat.
"what happened?!"
"is someone getting murdered?!"
"who's that singing, yo?"
"is that your babysitter?"
"this is interrupting my beauty sleep!"
"where's Dan-O?"
"what the hell is going on?!"
"I think I heard something like that on the nature channel once… it was a tiger in heat…"
"hey! That's Whitney Houston!"
Everyone turned to the person who said the last sentence. Madison stared back and shrugged.
"what? I have my own priorities…"
Nellie poked her head around the doorway and looked around at the shocked faces of the cahills.
"that's not me, in case you're wondering…"
I sighed and said," that's Dan… he recently realised that singing in the shower was 'possibly the best thing on Earth next to ninjas and trading cards.' His words not mine."
Another Earth-shattering wail pierced through the air.
"HEY I JUST MET YOU! AND THIIS IIISSS CRAAAAAAAAZYYYY! BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER! SO CALL ME MAYBEEEEEEE!"
I face-palmed. But not before plugging my ears to hopefully soften the impact of that last super high-pitched note.
I could already tell this was going to be an amazing reunion…
Ian pov
Bloody hell! That sounded even worse than that Cahill babysitter lady, uh, Sally? Or was it Nessie?... whatever. Dan should really consider lessons!
As the first strains of a new song floated through the room, I covered my ears and braced for impact.
"AAASSS LONNGGG AAASSSS YOOUU LOVEE MEEEEEEEEEE!"
Next to me, Sinead remarked,"he makes Justin Bieber sound like an angel…
Ah yes, Bieber… I can remember quite fondly when Natalie went through the 'addicted to bieber' phase…
Anyway… back to the matter at hand… Dan had just strutted into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist while humming what I believe was the tune of the song: I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves. How I know that song, is a long story that I would rather not delve into…
Dan pov
That was an awesome shower. Who knew something as simple as singing could brighten up something as horrible as getting clean?
I had just stepped into the living room when I was greeted by ten pairs of eyes… hate-filled eyes…
"did I miss something?"
"get him!"
Second chapter everybody! My inspiration for this story is actually my little sister… she sings rather loudly while in the shower… and I swear I am not exaggerating but she sounds literally like a cat getting mauled… and you know how singing in the shower usually improves someone's voice right? Yeah… I don't think she sounds better at all…