Chapter Ten
A/N: Here is the chapter that I promised! Sorry it's a couple of days late but I got it out!
Also, special mentions to GothGirl69 and 5. Your answers were really quirky and had me laughing. Thanks a lot! And thankyou to everyone who is reading, reviewing favouriting and following. I appreciate everything you guys comment on or like. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
Five's POV
In the middle of the night, a table lamp exploded through the wall of the room that Nine and I were sharing. I dashed to the kitchen and wielded a spatula in front of me. Lame, I know, but what other choice did I have? I peered through the hole and I could see all the way into Four and Six's room. Do we seriously have to repair these damn walls AGAIN? 'What's happening?' I ask frantically. I am relieved by Eight's answer. 'Six is practically murdering Four just to get some information inside his thick head.' Eight explains. 'HEY! MY HEAD IS NOT THICK!' Four protests. 'Do you want to prove that? I happen to have a screwdriver in my suitcase.' Six smirks. 'I WANNA HELP TOO!' Nine yells through the hole. 'SHUT UP NINE!' Four screams and throws the plasma screen TV through the wall. The TV crashes through the wall in the exact same place as the lamp and creates a massive hole. I glare at Four. Ella reads my mind and mumbles, 'I don't want to fix these walls again'. 'Exactly! So stop throwing random things through the walls!' Six shouts. 'You were the one who started it!' Four shouts back. 'IT WAS NECESSARY!' Six screams and throws him on the stove. Very bad mistake. She turns it up full heat and grin. I assume that she completely forgot that Four was fire-resistant since she was so angry. He turns into a fireball and stalks up to her. 'Who's more powerful now?' He threatens playfully. She grabs the fire-extinguisher off the wall and sprays him in the white foam. 'ME!' She yells and bowls him onto the floor. An intense make-out session takes place so Nine attempts to cover the massive hole with the bookshelf. It barely covers half of it so I place the kitchen cupboard next to it. It'll have to do. I take my place on the couch and snuggle up to my fluffy cushions. 'Did you seriously think that you could take down a hundred Mogs with a spatula?' he asks. 'In fact, I took down half an army of Mogs with a wooden spoon. It's very effective.' I retort angrily. How dare he doubt my skills? 'Okay, okay, I'm sorry.' He apologises. I let out a huff of air and scowl into the cushions. He comes over and kisses my forehead. 'Goodnight, Five.' He says then turns out the light. My heart is racing and beating rapidly. Is it because of the argument or is it because of Nine? 'I do like him. I don't like him. I do. I don't. I do. I don't. I DON'T KNOW!' My subconscious screams. I decide to let the matter wait until tomorrow.
Ella's POV
We're going to have to dedicate tomorrow to fixing walls. From my past experience yesterday, it was not fun. Six bowled Four onto the floor so Eight, Marina and I covered our eyes. I walked away and locked myself in the bathroom. I tried sending a telepathic message to Six. 'Uhm…. This is kinda awkward. It'd be nice if you moved somewhere else. Maybe somewhere we can't see?' I wait for a response for Six. 'Nope' She replies then there is silence. I sigh and walk out of the bathroom. 'What did she say?' Marina asks. 'She said she's not going to move.' I reply. 'Well… let's just temporarily patch up this hole shall we?' Eight says with a bit too much enthusiasm. We stuff random objects into the hole like phone books, washing baskets and bars of soap. Once we're done, we've created a tower of house hold objects, scented with watermelon sorbet (from the soap). There are holes in the washing baskets so unfortunately, we still can see some of the action. Six and Four are still rolling on the ground so we use toilet paper to patch up the holes. I curl up on the couch and use the cushions to keep me warm. Marina and Eight share the king bed and we turn off the lights. Hopefully we can get through the night without any more interruptions.
Seven's POV
Well, last night was… eventful. Today, we spend the morning fixing the walls. Ella collects the plaster from the floor and places them in small piles. Eight is lazy so he just sits on the couch and fits the plaster in with telekinesis. Six and I have been assigned to help Eight with rearranging plaster, then painting the wall. Four and Nine have gone out in search for beige paint and glue. Five has gone with them to look for a similar television, table lamp, refrigerator and bed frame to replace what was damaged last night. Eight, Six and I manage to fit the plaster into the holes. It was a bit like a jigsaw puzzle, except a little more difficult. By the time we finished putting the wall back together, Four has returned with the paint and glue so we spread it on the broken pieces. We wait for the glue to dry then we apply the beige coating. Six and I did a pretty good job. There are no bits dripping everywhere or lumps. Five and Nine are bringing in the new furniture and appliances and putting them where they were. We have just finished returning the room to its normal state when there's a knock on the door. I walk to the door and put my mouth against the crack. 'Who is this?' I ask. 'Oh, it's the hotel manager. Some of our residents complained that there were loud crashes and screaming coming from this area last night. Did it happen to be you?' he asks. 'Oh yes… I'm sorry that we disturbed other people last night. My friend in the next room tripped over a chair and fell over the table. He broke the table and was yelling in pain.' I explain. 'Okay then, that's alright. We'll replace the table as soon as possible.' He offered. 'No, it's okay, we've already taken care of that.' I said quickly. 'Alright, tell your friend that I hope he's fine.' He said, and then left. I let out a quick breath and returned to look at the walls. We were all in our room, since both of our side walls had been smashed. Okay, you two are staying in different rooms tonight.' Eight warned. 'Why?' Six whined. 'There are to be no more fights between you two and NO MORE DESTRUCTION! I AM SICK OF FIXING WALLS!' Eight yelled. 'Fixing walls?' a voice came from the door. Damn, it was that freaking hotel manager again. Ella turned into a six year old girl and skipped to the door. 'Did I hear you say fixing walls?' the manager asked. 'Err… uh… erm… Mama was uh… pole dancing… last night… and broke the uh… wall.' Ella said lamely. 'Don't worry, we've already fixed it.' She added quickly. The manager kicked the door open. 'YOU DESTROYED OUR WALLS?' he screamed in horror. 'I-I-I said we fixed it.' Ella whispers. Your mother was pole dancing?' he says while his eyes widen. Just before he comes around the corner, Five shape shifts into a pole. 'Uhm… yeah. This is the… pole.' Ella says. 'And where is your mother?' he asks. Eight has shape shifted into a mid-thirties woman and walks out of the bathroom carrying a stick of lipstick. 'Yes, I am Shirley's mother. Do you need anything?' Eight asks in a fake Irish woman accent. 'I hear you were pole dancing last night and broke the wall?' the manager asks in disbelief. Eight shoots Ella an exasperated look. 'See here, this is none of your business. Your walls are fine. We fixed them already. So get your fat ass out of this room and don't come back.' Eight fumed. 'Let me inspect the walls.' The manager suggested and walked up to one of the side walls. 'I SAID GET THE *%^$ $^%&%$&* OUT!' Eight screams and marches up the hotel manager. He throws him over his shoulder and kicks him out of the door. He lands with a thud and glares at Eight. He gives him a sarcastic smile and flounces away after slamming the door in his face. When Eight has shape shifted back, we start laughing uncontrollably and give him a round of applause. Eight glares at Ella. 'Did you seriously have to tell the hotel manager that I was pole dancing? You're lucky that we have two shape shifters in the Garde otherwise we would have been in trouble. None of us here looks thirty and we don't have a pole. Also, it was quite difficult to keep up the Irish woman accent, seeing that I'm from India.' He states. 'It was the first thing that came to mind!' Ella protests. 'Pole dancing is the first thing that comes into your innocent mind. POLE DANCING?' Eight shouts. Ella grins sheepishly. 'You are going to get that back, young woman.' Eight fumes and falls back onto the floor. I look pointedly at Ella and get back to filing my nails.
A/N: Haha! I never imagined I would have Eight pole dancing in my story! Ella is innocent as usual and you can't stay angry at her for long! Okay, I have been relying mainly on humour for the past couple of chapters, so there will be a battle soon, for all you action lovers out there. Stay tuned! Toodles! XD
~Celinachanz