Chapter Two: Simon Says
"Simon?! What are you doing in there? I've gotta use the bathroom!" Lucy Camden complained as she pounded on the bathroom door. "I'm shaving.. I'll be out in a sec," he calmly responded from inside. "Shaving?! Shaving what? You don't have any facial hair." When she didn't get a response, she began to bang on the door again. "Will you hurry up?" she impatiently shouted. "I've really gotta go!" "Will you just hold on?" Simon yelled back, growing impatient himself. "Ugh!!" Lucy snarled. Just as she lifted her fist to start pounding again, her oldest brother Matt emerged from his bedroom. "Whoa, whoa, whoa- what's going on here?" he asked, stepping in between the angry teenager and the nearly broken-down door. "Well, Matt, SIMON won't come out of the BATHROOM--and he's been in there for the past TWENTY MINUTES!" She growled through clenched teeth. Matt smiled, amused with his petite yet out-of-breath sister. "Hey, calm down. There's gotta be some reason he's taking so long...." he implied, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Oh yeah, there's a reason. He's shaving," she mumbled, pursing her lips in annoyance. Matt grinned. "Shaving? Shaving what?" Just then, the door flew open, nearly hitting Matt in the head. "For your information, when I woke up this morning I had at least three hairs on my face. After all, I am becoming a man." Suprised, Matt turned to see his younger brother Simon standing in the doorway. The twenty-one year old raised his eyebrows, trying to hold back a laugh. Even firey-eyed Lucy cracked a smile at poor Simon, who still had splotches of shaving cream and several little pieces of tissue stuck to his hairless face. Offended by their reaction, he crossed his arms and shook his head. "You two are so immature. I guess it's obvious that the real man around here is me." Not able to further contain himself, Matt began to crack up laughing. "R-real man, huh? And since when does a real man wear underwear with little dinosaurs on them?" he managed between chuckles. Simon's face drained and his ears turned a bright red. "They're rocketships..." he mumbled as he walked past them down the hallway. "Rocketships?!" His siblings cried in unison, their knees giving way as they fell to the floor in laughter. "Jerks," Simon muttered under his breath. Just as he prepared to enter his room, he was stopped by his little sister Ruthie. "What happend to your face?" she asked curiously. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the door. Ruthie shrugged and continued down the hallway, stepping past her hyperventilating siblings and into the bathroom. Shocked, Lucy immediatly sat up and started beating on the door again. "Ruthie!!" she shouted. "Come out of there." "Hold your horses, sis, I'll be right out." Lucy threw her arms up in frustration and screamed.
"Simon?! What are you doing in there? I've gotta use the bathroom!" Lucy Camden complained as she pounded on the bathroom door. "I'm shaving.. I'll be out in a sec," he calmly responded from inside. "Shaving?! Shaving what? You don't have any facial hair." When she didn't get a response, she began to bang on the door again. "Will you hurry up?" she impatiently shouted. "I've really gotta go!" "Will you just hold on?" Simon yelled back, growing impatient himself. "Ugh!!" Lucy snarled. Just as she lifted her fist to start pounding again, her oldest brother Matt emerged from his bedroom. "Whoa, whoa, whoa- what's going on here?" he asked, stepping in between the angry teenager and the nearly broken-down door. "Well, Matt, SIMON won't come out of the BATHROOM--and he's been in there for the past TWENTY MINUTES!" She growled through clenched teeth. Matt smiled, amused with his petite yet out-of-breath sister. "Hey, calm down. There's gotta be some reason he's taking so long...." he implied, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Oh yeah, there's a reason. He's shaving," she mumbled, pursing her lips in annoyance. Matt grinned. "Shaving? Shaving what?" Just then, the door flew open, nearly hitting Matt in the head. "For your information, when I woke up this morning I had at least three hairs on my face. After all, I am becoming a man." Suprised, Matt turned to see his younger brother Simon standing in the doorway. The twenty-one year old raised his eyebrows, trying to hold back a laugh. Even firey-eyed Lucy cracked a smile at poor Simon, who still had splotches of shaving cream and several little pieces of tissue stuck to his hairless face. Offended by their reaction, he crossed his arms and shook his head. "You two are so immature. I guess it's obvious that the real man around here is me." Not able to further contain himself, Matt began to crack up laughing. "R-real man, huh? And since when does a real man wear underwear with little dinosaurs on them?" he managed between chuckles. Simon's face drained and his ears turned a bright red. "They're rocketships..." he mumbled as he walked past them down the hallway. "Rocketships?!" His siblings cried in unison, their knees giving way as they fell to the floor in laughter. "Jerks," Simon muttered under his breath. Just as he prepared to enter his room, he was stopped by his little sister Ruthie. "What happend to your face?" she asked curiously. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the door. Ruthie shrugged and continued down the hallway, stepping past her hyperventilating siblings and into the bathroom. Shocked, Lucy immediatly sat up and started beating on the door again. "Ruthie!!" she shouted. "Come out of there." "Hold your horses, sis, I'll be right out." Lucy threw her arms up in frustration and screamed.