DISCLAIMER: Once again, I don't own anything. These characters belong to Capcom.

A/N: Nothing super-special about this chapter, besides that it's longer than the last one, but I think this one is a little better written, so it evens out.

Miles stared at the mess that was the kitchen. It was atrocious; they had tried making pizza, brownies, cake, and even chili and cookies from a recipe book and failed at all of them. There was a horrid mess of chocolate chips, tomato sauce, frosting, and pepperoni scattered all over the floor, the counter, the stove, and pretty much anywhere that could have stuff put on it.

"We did all of that, and we made nothing?!" Miles was so angry he could hardly speak. They were going to have to all clean this up…and they were all still hungry.

But when he heard no reply, he turned around and saw neither of his friends there. But, instead, he saw Mrs. Butz standing there, folding her arms, glaring at him.

"Larry says you made this mess. Clean it up or you're going home. Now."

Then I guess I shouldn't clean it up. Miles thought grimly and despite this, nodded, and picked up a washcloth.

About forty-five minutes later after cleaning up the entire kitchen, Miles flew downstairs where he found Phoenix and Larry eating brownies.

"What are you guys doing?!" The nine-year-old roared.

"Chilling, eating brownies," Larry held his up, as if giving a toast.

"I was just cleaning up our mess!" Miles yelled, pointing accusingly at his classmates whom were eating gooey chocolate brownies. He didn't even bother commenting on the fact that he thought that nothing had turned out right.

"Oh, yeah, that," Larry grinned. Phoenix couldn't hold it in anymore – he started laughing maniacally, and Larry followed suit.

Miles, red with anger, walked over to where the boys stood and peered in the pan where the brownies were. As expected, they were all gone.

He was about to explode when Phoenix cut in, "So what now, Lord o' Sleepovers?" he chuckled.

Yes, yes, very funny, indeed. Miles was frowning severely. No, no, just calm yourself down. He forced a smile. There, that's it. They were just having a little "fun". Miles tried not to gag as he said "fun." That's probably what they do at sleepovers, anyhow. Miles knew this sleepover business was harder than it looked. How come these guys seem so cool but I can't seem to do that? I just need to stay cool…stay cool…and wing it!

"Hmm. What time is it?"

Phoenix looked at his watch. "About 6:30."

"Really?" Larry looked genuinely surprised. "My mom said that around that time that the-"

"PIZZA'S HERE!!" The boys heard Mrs. Butz yell from upstairs.

"All right!" Larry and Phoenix cheered and the three of them went upstairs. Miles was grumbling to himself behind them, thinking, Of course. If we can't make pizza ourselves, then we'll just buy the pizza. Why didn't they think of that sooner?

When they got upstairs, three boxes of large pizzas sat on the counter, lids open, five plates out. Five…? Miles wondered, not remembering Larry's parents. Oh, right.

They all grabbed a plate, but Miles somehow got shoved to the back – not only by his friends but by Larry's parents as well. He tried to move his way through so he could get a slice before they were all gone, but as soon as he tried to move up, he was shoved back again. By the time he got up to the counter, there was one slice left. One slice.

How do two parents and two kids eat three large pizzas? Miles balled up his fists again and angrily put the one slice of cheese pizza – small and cold – on his paper plate, and sat at the table with the rest of the pigs.

Everybody was hastily munching away on their four or five slices of pizza, and Miles thought they looked like vultures – or maggots, perhaps? – eating like there was no tomorrow.

Miles properly picked up his slice of pizza and ate it slowly, savoring every cold bite he took. He finished it in mere minutes, and tried to turn away from the sight of the others stuffing their mouths full for the next ten or so minutes they were shoving the pizza down their throats. Finally, everybody stood up.

Mr. Butz was the first to speak. "Larry, please clean up. You are the host, after all."

Mrs. Butz was next. She turned to her husband and said, "Now, Paul, we don't want him to do all of the work, right? Larry, get your friends to help too. Have fun!" they walked away and Phoenix and Larry turned towards Miles.

"Have fun cleaning this up, dude," Larry said and he and Phoenix ran away as fast as they possibly could to destination unknown, laughing very hard.

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About twenty minutes later, after throwing everything away and scrubbing the counter and the table off (and then taking out the trash), Miles badly wanted to go home, to where he was appreciated. But he knew that was an impossibility, as both of his parents were currently out right now; after hearing Miles had plans, they decided to take advantage of this night and go out to dinner, and he had no idea to when they'd be back.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, he noted that it was officially 7:10. Good. Miles sighed out of half-relief. That means we only have about sixteen more hours, about eight of which we should be sleeping, anyway.

As if on a cue, Larry and Phoenix came out of nowhere and Miles exploded. "How could you guys do that?! Honestly, I barely got any food the way it was and you made me clean up? I can't believe-"

"Dude, chill out!" Larry calmed his friend down. "It's all in the fun." At this, Miles sighed. He once again made himself look like an idiot. "Look, right about now we're going to have some real fun. Nick. Grab the phonebook."

Phoenix did as he was told and also grabbed a telephone. The two of them walked downstairs and Miles followed behind, once again lost. What are they doing?

They sat down in the middle of the floor and Larry opened the phonebook. "So who should we call first? How about our oldbag of a teacher?"

"Why are we calling our teacher? We didn't have any homework this weekend," Miles pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Shh!! It's ringing,"

"Hello? What is it?"

Larry put on a deep, over-exaggerated manly voice and said, "Hello, ma'am. Did you order 14,000 bottles of mustard?"

Phoenix stuffed his head in a pillow to keep himself from laughing. Miles furrowed his eyebrows at the both of them.

"What? Who is this? I swear, young'uns these days have no respect for women like me! I mean, when I was a kid, we all had tons of respect for our elders, except for that one kid next door to me who was always-"

"BYE, OLDBAG!" Larry hung up and he and Phoenix burst out laughing, but Miles couldn't see how that was funny.

"Why did you tell her that she ordered 14,000 bottles of mustard?" Miles wanted to know.

"Duh! It was a prank call! You're supposed to tell people stuff like that." Larry said, as if everybody was supposed to know that. Miles rubbed his temples. He had the urge to go home again. "Who should we call next?"

"No one!" Miles blurted.

"No! Let's call…Caroline," Larry grinned.

"Why? She's the most obnoxious girl in our class." Phoenix laughed.

"Exactly. Besides, I know exactly what I'm going to tell her."

Miles just lied on his back. Oh, how badly he wanted this night to be over.

Larry dialed the girl's number and asked for Caroline. When he heard the girl's voice, he immediately said, "Hello, this is Miles Edgeworth."

Miles bolted up but before he could say anything, Phoenix tackled him back down and covered his mouth. "Miles?" he could hear the girl say on the other line through speakerphone. "What the heck are you calling me for?"

"Um…" Larry obviously hadn't planned that part. "Uh…I LOVE YOU!" he hung up the phone and he and Phoenix started laughing so hard that they were rolling on the floor.

"Oh, yes, very funny!" Miles said with gritted teeth. "Make me look like an idiot. That's always fun!"

"Come on, lighten up!" Larry put his arm around Miles. "She's never going to remember anyway."

"Can we please do something different now? Anything different?" Miles pleaded.

"Uh…well, I guess we can ride bikes," Larry suggested. "You guys could use my old ones."

Finally! An activity that I can do without being mocked! Miles smiled, agreed, and the boys headed upstairs and into the garage.

A/N: And so ends Chapter 2. Sorry about the AU things…like Oldbag being a teacher. I've already started writing Chapter 3, for those that are still reading this. School is starting in 3 days, so that should consume most of my life, but I'll update as often as I can! Please review and tell me what you think I did well/need to improve on. It really helps. Thanks!