Chapter 2
In comes the Russian, dun dun DUN!
I woke up to knocking once again. It had been one week since Matthew had arrived and sanity had been restored to my hectic life. Trevor and company were running behind by about two, or three days. And I had no time for a new unit! I barely had Matthew out looking for a job! But there it was on my fricken door step! "Ivan Braginski… well this is bad… I better hide the vodka they sent with him." I grabbed the five bottles they had sent and pulled out my crowbar that I had recently spray painted hot pink. I then proceeded to hide the bottles in my room and crack down on the stupid lock with my crowbar. I the screamed at the top of my lungs, "Брат!" Almost instantly the box started shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. I popped the lid off to see a twenty-five year old Russian staring back at me. "You are not Natalya… привет I am Ivan."
"Привет I am Megan the owner of this home. Destroy anything with any significant value and you will regret it, да?"
"Да… where do I sleep?"
"I'll find you a room, but first things first do you have any age I.D.?"
"Нет. I do not, Megan, do I need one?"
"Yes, which will be a pain to get, but I guess worth it in the long shot."
Knock, knock. SHIT!
"Ivan, grab your box, go upstairs, got it?"
"Да."
He then proceeded to pick up both boxes and run upstairs.
I slid the door open and proceeded to make the second biggest mistake of my life.
"WHERE'S THE CANAIDIAN?" both Katy and Trevor yelled.
I screamed…well, what else did you expect?
"MATTHEW! RUN LIKE HELL, MAN, DON'T TURN AROUND, JUST RUN!"
Matthew ran past me and towards his room. Katy was following close behind with a short black streak behind her. So they brought Mellie? I heard a piercing scream that no doubt belonged to the poor Canadian… I ran around the corner to see Katy and Mellie, latched onto Matthew and said man being killed by an apparent love for… Justin Bieber?
"Katy don't kill him, he makes good pancakes!"
"Fine, I'll just pack him in my suitcase for Nebraska with Billy!"
"NO! He's MY Canadian; I can make him look like Justin Bieber!"
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE! JUSTIN BIEBER IS CUTE AND SHORT AND HUGGABLE. Matthew is sweet and tall and the best cook I've ever met!" Don't ever make the mistake of stereotyping Matthew in front of me, I get vicious.
"Sorry, I just think he'd fit better in my suitcase."
"I know he's from Canada but he's not just another Justin Bieber, okay?"
"Okay." They both answered in unison.
"I'll go clear out the rest of the rooms I set up for you upstairs, and Matthew can help you bring your stuff in from the vehicle."
I bolted up the stairs and saw Ivan standing in the hall. Oh, right, there's that issue too…
"Follow me Ivan, I'll get you a room to stay in."
"Спасибо, you are very kind, Да?"
"Да, it is no problem, can you help me move some crap from the end room?"
"Да, if you really need my help."
"Спасибо, Иван, вы так добры, чтобы помочь мне ... это ваш номер."
(Thank you Ivan, you are so kind to help me... this is your room.)
His smile brightened as he saw the sunflower colored room. It had a couple old fluffy blue blankets. I pulled some of my old boxes out of the room and threw them in my hall closet. Ivan smiled and set his boxes on the plush green carpet.
"Пожалуйста, спуститься вниз, когда вы закончите распаковки, у нас гости."
(Please come down when you're finished unpacking, we have guests.)
"Да."
I ran back downstairs to see everyone standing by Matthew as he was biting down into a…NO FREAKING WAY!
"Hey, is that a horseshoe?"
"Yep, your mom sent a whole box chock full of them!" Trevor replied.
Matthew smilied and took another bite, "These doughnuts are amazing what flavor are they?" '
"Cinamon sugar with maple frosting, Matthew..."
His eyes lit up and he took smaller bites savoring the taste.
"Well that answers one of my questions, Canaidians do like maple frosted doughnuts!" Trevor said with a proud look of accomplishment in his eyes.
i heard the sound of rather large footsteps on the stairs...
F-F-F-FFFF
"Oh, and our newest transfer student arrived today from Russia, his name is Ivan Braginski."
This was going to be two loooong weeks...
Drehmelwithwings:
Hello, everybody sorry for not updating in soooooo fricken long i have sooooo much going on but never fear cuz now i have crazy Russian man with alead pipe making me update!
Russia: Да, now she will be updating all the time or i will get my pipe out.
Me: oh f#!, Ivan i'm working, i'm working!
Russia: Write faster i want to meet our new housemate soon!
Me: well if i'm not dead i'll be updating very soon! So read and review!