Chapter 6 - "Like Jesus Christ Coming Back From The Dead" - Tweedle-Tay's
Story
April 11th, 2000 - Tulsa Oklahoma

"They've gone out!" Grubbery said, puffing as he ran into the house. We'd been taking it in turns, watching the house, waiting for everyone to leave for a couple of days.
"All of them?" I asked cautiously.
Grubbery nodded. "Come on!" he said, dragging Michaela and me up from the couch. "Who knows how soon they'll be back!"
We quickly made our way out of the house and down the street. We were becoming a regular little group of guerrillas. Except that, well, I was wearing jeans and Michaela refused to wear any sort of pants. Not in public, anyway. But Grubbery was dressed in army clothes.
He made a face. "Kay, would you mind not wearing red?"
"Why?" she asked, surprised.
"Red's my favourite colour," I added.
Grubbery sighed. "It's a bit of a standout colour. I'll buy you some cargo pants if you like...."
You should have seen the look of horror that came over Michaela's face. Grubbery obviously didn't know her as well as I did. She shook her head. "No. There is no way you're getting me to wear those icky pants. I'd look so fat in them!" She paused. "Besides Grub, if you ask me, you are far more conspicuous in your clothes than Tay and I are."
"Whatever," Grubbery replied.
When we got into the front garden Grubbery lifted the garden gnome and handed it to me, taking the spare keys. Our parents were so dumb! As if you wouldn't move the spare keys after your house had been broken into. When we got into the house we quickly got to work. I went up to the attic and brought down all of the Christening candles (except mine and Grubbery's). We all arranged them in the shape of five pointed stars, one in each room of the house. When we'd finished we stood back to admire our work. It looked really cool (and creepy).
Grubbery shook his head. "It's not enough," he said, taking the garden gnome from me. He walked into the lounge room and bashed the window with the gnome. The glass shattered. Michaela gave a little squeal and I nudged her so that she'd be quiet. We didn't want the neighbours to hear! Grubbery preceded to bash away all the glass in the loungeroom.
Michaela didn't stay quiet for long. "Whatever happened to being inconspicuous?" she asked, in a strained, quiet, voice.
"We're not doing enough!" Grubbery replied angrily. He ran into the kitchen and smashed in the windows there. What the hell was the point of this? I decided not to say anything because, well, Grubbery had that gnome in his hand and I didn't really want it to connect with my head.
Michaela was not thinking like me though and started to freak. "Stop it Grubbery!" she said loudly. "This is stupid and pointless. The neighbours are going to call the police!" she squealed, jumping up and down. When Grubbery ignored her she said, "Fine then, don't listen! I'm not sticking around - I'm leaving!"
She turned around and walked out of the house. I groaned. "Grub, come on, stop it!" He ignored me too. I grabbed the gnome from him.
"Hey!" he yelled. "Give it back!"
"Don't be silly Grub," I said calmly. "I think they'll get the message."
"No they-" Grubbery began, but I interrupted him.
"Do you have any idea how much noise we've been making?" I asked. "We've got to get out quickly."
I guided Grubbery out of the door and locked it, returning the gnome and keys to their places. Grubbery ran off down the street and I followed him.

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When Grubbery and I got back to the house Michaela was lying on the lounge watching television. "Why the hell did you do that Grubbery?" Michaela asked, pissed off.
He shrugged. "Revenge!"
Michaela shook her head. "This is stupid," she said. "Can't we just get on with the important part?" She looked and me with big eyes and smiled. "I could call the station right now."
"No!" Grubbery replied harshly. He softened his voice. "They haven't suffered enough mental anguish." He turned around and left the room.
Michaela smiled weakly. "What's his problem?"
I shrugged. "He's upset, I guess."
She rolled her eyes. "We were the ones locked in the attic Tay and even we aren't that upset." Michaela paused. "Has he always been like this?"
I hated it when people forced me to do this! There was no way I was going to take sides. Sure, Grubbery was being a little extreme, but that didn't mean I was going to bitch about him. I shrugged and walked over to the phone.
"Well?" Michaela repeated. "What are you doing?"
I picked up the phone and started to dial. "Calling Alisha."