I Forgot "Censure"

Tom clenched his teeth and reluctantly opened his eyes, awoken by the absolute bedlam coming from the kitchen. The past few days, the house had been swarming with people, and abounding with activity and especially noise. In all honesty, it was admirable to anybody who knew him that he hadn forced his three roommates into signing an affidavit that would curtail any and all noise before 8 AM, a prelude to the anarchy to come if they allowed him. It wasn't that he was timorous to do so, or that he always granted his friends amnesty, but simply that often he was too drunk in the afternoons to remember to draw up the terms.

The rubbed empty, tired eyes and glanced blearily around his room. There was nothing especially ornate about it; it's not interesting feature was the guitar-shaped, high-tech safe in the corner, which held his prized bass guitar, Susan. The actual safe had taken a huge chunk out of their overall budget when buying a house, but it was Tom's inalienable right to protect one of the few things he held dear, next to the stash of emergency vodka he kept hidden in the closet.

Honestly, Tom had such a bias to alcohol, it was surprising that his constant intoxication had not caused a rift between him and his friends. But Edd, Matt, and even Tord were willing to deal with his staggering around the house, and his colloquial language whenever he returned home past 10 PM. It was constituent to his personality, and had consolidated them in the past, making them stronger by taking care of him when he had given himself alcohol poisoning. Hospital visits were something that none of them liked, none of them forgot, and all of them knew was a stepping stone somewhere in the general direction that was what many called "right".

It took him and inordinate amount of time to practically emancipate his limbs from the twisted bed clothes that had encircled him in the night, and then make his was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his hoodie and pajama pants. He was shocked to see the scene before them.

The reason behind the noise for the past few days was simply explained to those with an open mind. A magic mirror that was certainly part of the problem wasn't needed to explain it to those destitute in mind who didn't. Simply put, each of the young men's' girlfriends were having their house fixed after a water leak flooded it, and decided to crash for a few nights in their living room.

But right now, it was pandamonium as they attempted to make what Tom suspected was breakfast. Matilda was climbing the counters trying to reach the cupboards. Tori was exultantly holding a tea bag over Matt's head despite her diminutive size. Tamara and Edd were standing together by the stove top, frying bacon and eggs, and Ell was trying to set the table with Tord poking her and constantly talking in her ear.

All seven looked at Tom as he froze in the entryway, falling silent until he said, in a croaky, annoyed tone, "I'm… Not even going to ask."


A/N Lol, are you questioning? I know you are, I can feel it XD Welp, to 'splain, I had an English assignment. We had to write a story in 15 minutes using all of the bolded words, and if you can't read the title, I forgot to use the word "censure". So... Schoolwork! Can you guys see how desperate for prompts and requests I am? SEND ME SOMETHING! AHHH!

Okey bye