Sorry it's so short. I thought it was the best place to end it. Plus, it's 11:30 at night. I'll write more in the morning. Bye!
"That was so much fun!" said Armpit. I continued grinning goofily at the fact that I got to sing with Korn.
"Okay, we're gonna have to squish in the Limo because Tyler's gonna take Tony, Delilah, and Natalie home. Let's go," I said after saying good-bye to the other's. Everyone got into the limo and I found that they were already all squished and Twitch sat in the front with Curtis. I felt Zig Zag pull me from my forearm. I sat on his lap.
"Now we're all comfortable," he said, smiling at me with sweet, gentle eyes. I chuckled at his gesture and shook my head slightly.
"Hey, Curtis? Put on some music, will ya?" I asked.
"Sure thing, Miss Carter," he said, pressing a button that made the surround sound speakers come out from hiding. He put in my rock mix CD. 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus. Zig Zag sang along with it.
Zig
"Her name is
Noel Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Her boyfriend's a dick Cause I'm just a teenage
dirtbag baby Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know
what she's missin Man I feel like mold
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym
class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube
socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn
about me
Yeah I'm
just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with
me
And he brings a gun to school
And
he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my
block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And
he doesn't give a damn about me
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to
Iron Maiden baby with me
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's
missin
It's prom night and I am
lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be
fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And
why does she give a damn about me
she said"
Jordan
"I've
got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say
maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you"
Both
"Yeeah
dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no
she doesn't know what she's missin"
We sang to random songs. We even listened to "Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" by Relient K. We laughed, we joked, we ate, and some even slept. And this was only the drive home!
"Okay, we're here," Curtis announced. We all thanked him and then went inside Caveman's house. We were totally flat. Energy was draining out of us almost as fast as root beers could drain into my throat.
"Good night, Mrs. Yelnats," said Armpit, dragging his feet upstairs. Stanley, X-Ray, and Zero shared Staley's room, Armpit, Squid, and Magnet shared the guest room, and Zig Zag, Twitch and I shared the livingroom.
Good night, boys," I said to Zig Zag and Twitch, getting comfortable on the floor. Twitch had already fallen asleep on the couch so Zig Zag and I contributed the floor, which was actually quite comfortable.
I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering why hadden't been dreaming lately. 'Have I run out of things to dream about? Or am I to simply create my own dreams?' I asked myself. I got up and tip toed to the small kitchen, hoping no one would wake up once I flicked the light on. Zig Zag lightly stirred but didn't awake. I decided to make fudge. I had been craving fudge for a while now. Not sure why, but I had the sudden urge to have some hot fudge. I looked for the ingredients in every drawer and cabinet. I began cooking and stirred the hot, chocolaty, gooey, delicious substance as I licked my lips in patience. I suddenly felt two hands rest on my hips.
"Is someone making fudge?" the figure blew in my ear. I giggled, knowing exactly who it was. I turned my head to face Zig Zag while I was still stirring.
"Yeah, you wanna test it to see if it's done?" I asked.
"Sure, he shrugged. I shoveled up some of the hot goop with the wooden spoon, cupping my free hand about two inches below it to prevent any spills from making a mess. I turned my upper body so that I didn't have to turn around completely using my hips. Zig Zag leaned closer when he noticed I couldn't turn any further. After licking off the spoon, he had a chocolate mustache right above his upper lip.
"It's good," he said. I smirked at him and turned off the stove, putting the pan on the other side of the stove for it to cool down. "What?" he asked. I dipped my finger in the chocolate and whipped it on his chin, complimenting his mustache with a goatee.
"Nothing," I said, licking the rest off my finger.
"Unbelievable. Preying on those whom are gullible and worship your beauty," he said smiling sweetly. I turned around to face him completely, His hands drove up to my waist and he leaned in. I put my hand in his face and pushed him off.
"Not looking like that, you don't. You look like my uncle," I said throwing a napkin at him. He wiped his face then came onto me again, not that I wasn't enjoying every second of it. He cornered me against the stove and leaned in to kiss me, again. I put my hand on the stove to balance myself but I burned it, forgetting it was still hot from the cooking I was doing. We bumped heads but he attended my wound immediately.
"You okay?" he asked, a little concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said as he stroked my hand with a mild wash cloth. "Don't stop," I commanded after he finished. He held my hand lightly and leaned in for the third time that night. We kissed, right? Wrong.
"What's going on in here? I heard a shriek and came over," said Twitch, rubbing his eyes. Zig Zag went to him and told him to go back to sleep. I smiled to myself.
"Let's eat this and get to bed," he said. We ate and talked about whatever we hadn't discussed about, which wasn't much. "Let's go to sleep. It's almost 7 AM," he suggested, taking my hand and leading me back into the livingroom. Twitch had fallen off the couch and rolled all the way to the TV set. Zig Zag lay on the couch, resting his upper body on the armrest and grabbing a blanket. "Get in," he said. I walked over and lay next to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and relaxed his head on my arm. We both fell into a light, dreamless slumber.