A/N- Sorry this took so long. I'm sooo busy. But yeah, I'm gonna try to update more. So sorry if you're a reader! This is dedicated to my reviewers- get ready for things to heat up in chapters to come.
Dancing monkeys. Yes, you heard me. Dancing monkeys. Imagine how enlightening that would be. You know what? Actually, it'd be pretty scary. But that's what Chris woke up to. The guestroom had a Cabana-like theme, so it was only natural that there should be an alarm clock with dancing monkeys.
So, doing what any rational teenager would do, she screamed and evacuated the room. Upon hearing this, Randy skidded to a stop in the hallway.
"What happened? Are you okay?" with a slight sound of hysteria in his voice.
"There are screeches coming from that room! Insane screeching and circus-y music!" Chris looked completely freaked out. Randy just shook his head. He slunk down against the wall and started laughing. Just cracking up.
"Randy? It's not funny!"
"Chris- whoa, just hold on, for, y'know, one minute. That was not some crazy person. Okay, get a grip."
"How do you know?" Chris questioned pointedly.
"Because it was the alarm clock. It has these dancing monkeys on it because the 'go with the theme' of the room."
"Why in the hell do they yell like that?"
"Chris . . . I have no idea. They're monkeys, I guess they just do that. Sometimes I think I should be the babysitter."
"Not on your life, Orton. Take a number. Babysitters are a dime a dozen."
"Y'know, I really hate that expression."
"I really hate that alarm clock. It's time for breakfast. Go change. But first, turn it off for me." Randy sighed and turned off the alarm clock. And unplugged it. Because who wants to wake up like that? Not him.
Ten minutes later, the two were downstairs munching on cereal. Mostly, they were being quiet, because cereal takes some skill to eat. Especially if it's the kind that they advertise for big mouths. Honeycomb, if I remember correctly. But they weren't eating that kind. Just some random athlete's cereal, like Wheaties.
"I like pancakes because they're stackable and I like waffles because you put things in the little holes," Chris informed him.
"Oh, that's nice . . . Do you think that I could have some friends over today? Like, just a few," Randy asked.
"But, also, I like cereal because I just love milk and the crunch and- did you say something?"
"Can I have some friends over today?"
"Like, a party?"
"NO! Unless . . . Can I have a party?"
"No, your mother said no girls over. So if it's a boy buffet . . . I'm fine with that!"
"I should be enough man for you." Chris choked on her cereal and snickered.
"Excuse me?"
"N-never mind. So, can I?"
"Be enough man for me? Someday, maybe."
"PLEASE forget I said that. Have friends over."
"If they're cute, yeah."
"Why should you care if they're cute? I don't think they're cute!" Randy said defiantly.
"Good. Because then I'd say that you could only have girls over."
"Oh, really? Well, in that case, I'm gay."
"Riiight, well, I guess I just figured I was enough woman for you," Chris teased. Randy glared and started dialing. Much more dialing went on than would be necessary for a few friends coming over, but Chris knew nothing. No one would be over until 7:00 that night, and she'd absolutely know then.
