Chapter 36
Mel knocked lightly on John's door as Randy tried to pull his arm out of the killer grip she had it in. John took his time moving to the door, knowing it was either Randy, Mel, or Aimee. He stopped just before opening it when he heard whispers on the other side of the door.
"Ow, Mel, that hurts, let me go!" Randy hissed, still trying to wriggle out of her death grip.
"Will you shut up and stop whining, you're worse than my little sister!" she hissed back.
When John heard this a small smile crept onto his face at the mention if Bella. He heard Randy whine again and he opened the door, reconfiguring his face so he looked pissed off.
"Yes?" he asked, in what he hoped was an irritated voice.
Me could see the amusement in John's eyes as he tried to look serious and smiled, "You have to talk to him, or I'll kill him myself," she said, laughter prominent I her voice.
"What? I don't even want to look at him right now!"
"Um, does it matter that I'm right here?" Randy piped up.
"NO!" the two said together and continued to snap at each other.
"John, he has a lot to say, please, listen," Mel pleaded.
"No."
"John!" Mel said sharply, "Speak to him, NOW! And no fighting!"
At that, Mel shoved Randy into the room and closed the door with a snap. She noticed that the lock was on her side in stead of the inside of the room and clicked it so neither of them could escape. She heard Randy bang on the door and smirked.
"No, Randy, you two have to work this out!" she yelled and waddled down the hall and back downstairs to the kitchen where Aimee was sitting, drinking her fourth cup of coffee.
She looked up when Mel walked in and raised her eyebrows, "What did you do now?"
"Just took a leaf out of John's book. I locked them in a room together, but I don't think Randy will end up kissing anything but John's ass this time."
Aimee smirked and nodded, "Did he talk to you yet?"
"Who? Randy? Yes, and he told me about his mixed up feelings for Ryann and how they were clouding his mind, I think he's going to go back to her!"
"I meant John."
"Oh, no.." Mel sighed, and sat down across from her at the kitchen table.
"Well, he'll talk to you after we decide what these two are going to do to make up for your being knocked out, nad I have the best idea ever!" Aimee said, and the two leaned forward to plan out how they were going to make John and Randy pay Mel back for their fighting.
Randy leaned against the locked door and looked at John wearily, "She locked us in."
"I figured that," John said shortly.
"Listen, I'm tired of doing this, can we just talk and get it over with, just hear me out," Randy said pleadingly.
John shrugged, laying back on his bed and rubbing his eyes, "I want this over as much as the next person, but what you did I can't just push aside, Randy."
"Then let me explain why I did it!"
"Start talking then!" John snapped.
Randy then told him exactly what he'd told Mel only moments before. John sat up and listened closely as Randy spoke. He nodded at the explanation and stood up, moving toward Randy wearily.
"Well, she's not going to let us out of here until this is fully settled. I will accept that explanation, I know you and Ryann are going back and forth, so I can understand. Just promise me one thing, don't so this again, or I will tear your head off."
"Deal, I swear I won't ever," Randy said, holding out his hand for John to shake.
John took his hand firmly and they stared into each other's eyes nodding before John removed his hand from his and moved to the door, banging on it loudly.
"Mel! Let us out! We're cool! Mel!"
When Aimee heard John yelling for Mel to let them out she grinned happily, "Time to put then through hell!"
Mel smiled devilishly and got up from the table, practically skipping up the stairs. She unlocked John's door and he stumbled out, Randy walking out behind him looking relieved.
"I told you, you didn't me," she said, smiling innocently at Randy.
He stuck his tongue out at her and moved toward the stairs but she stopped him.
"You two aren't going anywhere, yet," she smiled. "You still need to make this up to me, and I know exactly how you're going to do it!"
At that she grabbed John's ear and dragged him toward the stairs. She jabbed Randy in the side so he'd lean forward and grabbed his ear as well and pulled the two whining men down the stairs and into the kitchen where Aimee was waiting.
"Now, Melanie and I have determined what you will be doing for her, and it's going t be fun…At least, for us," Aimee grinned.
"And what will we be doing?" John questioned.
Aimee's smile widened and she picked up two hangers at which both men looked mortified.
Mel handed one to John and one to Randy, smiling evilly, "Starting tomorrow, you will be doing the chores around the house for Aimee and I, or whatever random things we think up for you to do. And you'll be wearing these lovely French Maid costumes, have fun boys!"