Oh my god, chapter twenty already? Awesome! And yay, I'm back from Mt. Olympus! Do you know how hard it is to write when you have your cousin trying to talk to you and won't shut up? Oh well, he may be annoying at times, but I love him. Anyway, chapter nineteen reviewers! In celebration of twenty chapters, GIANT cookies for CayennePeppr, lovingSkipper, PerryRocks, Annacrombie and Numuh6 (I appreciate your tips, although I don't feel I beg for reviewers, and combining chapters is just too hard for me. But, I am trying to make them longer.), 'your little Kowalski' for dolphinz2121, a million packs of gum for Music4eva1414, and for eppowannabewritergirlXDXDXD, the reason for my name is: most of my usernames on websites is Peanutking900, because my first Webkinz pet was a boy elephant, and I didn't want people thinking I was a boy at first glance. Okay, story time!
The Lives Of Sixth Grade Military Boys
Chapter Twenty: Ringers N' Royals
It was about 12:30 in the afternoon when Julien, Maurice, and Mort were walking back to Julien's apartment.
"Can you be believing that the silly Sarge kid will not be letting me into his place of hanging out?" Julien whined to his followers.
"Maybe they don't want you in there," Maurice suggested to his 'king', though well knowing he would be ignored.
"How could they not be wanting me in there?" Julien questioned. "I am the king!"
"And don't we know it..." Maurice muttered.
"The king should have security clearance!" Julien screamed. "Okay, I'm bored. Maurice, we shall be going to your apartment, and then you can make me a smoothie."
Maurice opened the door to his apartment, Julien and Mort following, and found that Julien's father, Julien Daniel Ringers Xll, was there, talking to Maurice's mother, Lauren Ayein.
"Father? What are you doing here at this commoners house?" Julien asked, pointing to Maurice.
"What, just because the kids are best friends, their parents can't be friends?" the older Julien teased his son. Julien was a splitting image of his father, both of them having sleek, shiny grey hair, tall posture, and yellow brown eyes.
"No, they can not," Julien told his father.
Mort began tugging on Maurice's arm. "Is Kylie here?" he asked. Kylie was Maurice's eight year old sister, who he found difficult to live with because she was, in many ways, a lot like Mort. Mort had a crush on her, and what he didn't know was that Kylie had a crush on him. It seemed that everyone else knew they liked each other, but they were completely oblivious to each others feelings.
"Go to her room and see," Maurice told Mort, pushing him towards Kylie's room. But before Mort could go in there, Kylie came out. She, like her brother and mother, had dark grey, almost black, hair. At the time, she was wearing a yellow tank top and a short white skirt. Her shoulder length, dark grey hair was tied into two pigtails.
"Hello, Kylie!" Mort exclaimed, happy as always.
Kylie smiled. "Hi, Mort!" she replied, as Mort walked up to her. "Do you wanna play?"
"Okay!" Mort agreed. The two sat down in front of the TV, Kylie turning on the video game station.
"What's with the face?" Julien's dad asked his son, seeing that he was not smiling like he usually was.
"The stupid Sarge kid and his group of lameos will not let me into the apartment they rented to hang out in." Julien said. "If I can not invade their hang out, then where in the Sky Spirits am I supposed to hang out?"
"What's wrong with your room?" the older Julien asked.
"A hang out place needs to be private! A bedroom is not private, what with siblings bursting in and out all day!" Julien exclaimed.
"You don't have any siblings," Maurice pointed out.
"Well, it's still not the same!" Julien whined.
"Hmm," Julien's father said. "Well, if it's a private place you want, I have an empty storage room in the back of the bar you boys could use." The bar was the bar that Julien's father owned, named Ringers N' Royals. It was also a dance club.
"But the bar is too far away! How the heck would we get there?" Julien complained.
"It's right around the corner," said Julien's father.
"Oh yeah," Julien remembered. "You would let us have a room in your bar?"
"Sure, why not?" said Julien Ringers Xll. "Maybe it's time I gave you your own keys."
"Wow." Julien said, thinking it over. "Will you show it to us?"
"Sure. Let's go," he said, grabbing his coat.
"Mort, Kylie, you guys coming?" Maurice asked his friend and sister.
"Yeah!" Mort said, he and Kylie getting up.
The five left the apartment building and walked to Ringers N' Royals. Julien's dad unlocked the door. Julien always thought that the bar was kind of creepy when it was dark and empty. Mr. Ringers walked behind the bar to a door. He unlocked it and flicked the lights on inside. There was a table, six fold up chairs, and a small TV.
"Woah, cool!" Julien said, looking around. "With a little of my kingly special touch, this place will be perfect!"
I tried writing in lines this time! If you prefer the paragraph format, tell me, but I think I like this way better! Review please, it makes oh so happy!