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Chapter Three Continued AND Chapter Four
Mom and Dad followed me upstairs to my room. Mom went with me into my room, and Dad went to inspect the damage done to Matt's. A few minutes later, Dad joined us all in my room, where we were all still very wet and if you were me, very angry.
"Well, it looks like neither of you can sleep in your bedrooms until we get a plumber out here to fix things," Dad announced. "I guess we're going to have to keep you both in the living room together for the night. Together."
"No!" I cried. "I am not sharing a living room with that brat! No way! I'd rather sleep in the basement."
"That can be arranged," Matt said, Lanny giving him a silent thumbs up.
"No, it can't," Mom said to him, clearly annoyed enough at the men in our family. "You can share the sofa bed. I'm sorry kids, but it looks like this is the way things have to be, at least for a couple of nights."
"Ugh," I groaned as my parents, Matt, and Lanny left my bedroom. "This is terrible! He's probably going to make me watch Cartoon Network all night, and miss all the music videos on MTV."
"It's not like you haven't seen them all a hundred times before," Gordo offered unhelpfully. I sighed and looked around at my wet room.
"You guys better go home," I said unhappily. "I've got to get what I need out of here before the water level gets any higher, and I want to try to fall asleep before Matt can get to me."
"Okay," my friends both agreed with a shrug and left the room.
I looked around one more time. How could this have happened? This was... awful. I was going to have to share not only a living room but a SOFA BED with my dorky little brother for a few nights! Why does everything always happen to me?
*Toon Lizzie- Let the games begin!*
A few hours later, Matt and I were in the living room, trying to sort out our things and get comfortable. Mom and Dad were upstairs sleeping, and the house was dark and quiet.
"I'll be back in a minute," Matt told me, leaving his pile of junk on his side of the sofa bed. "Don't let your dinky stuff touch my stuff." With that, he dissapeared from the room to go I don't know where.
I sat down and layed Mr. Snuggles down next to my pillow. I grabbed the remote and flipped the TV channels until I reached MTV. I layed down and closed my eyes, pulling the blankets up to my chin and tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately, the sofa bed was uncomfortable and squeaked with every movement. I finally found a spot and hoped I'd fall asleep before Matt got back.
Ten minutes later, I was still awake. Matt was still gone. Mom and Dad were still asleep. The house was still dark and quiet.
*Toon Lizzie- Too quiet.*
"Prepare to meet your match!" I heard Matt cry loudly, and his voice sounded very, very close. I opened my eyes and turned over just in time to see him drop a giant filled water balloon on my head.
"Aaaa!" I screamed as a cold, blue liquid hit the bed and splattered all over me, my hair, the bed, and Mr. Snuggles. I sat up. "What was that?"
"Calm down, you big baby!" Matt said. "It's just ice and blue Kool- Aid!"
"Kool Aid?" I shreeked, jumping up and chasing him around the room. "My hair will be blue for the next two weeks! You little freak!" Unfortunately, my chasing attempts were to no avail. Just as I was about to catch him, Mom and Dad were rushing down the stairs to see what all the noise had been about.
"Why aren't you two asleep?" Dad demanded groggily, looking quite angry that he had been awakened.
"Lizzie, why is your hair blue? And what happened to the sheets?" Mom wanted to know.
"Oh, I'll explain!" I yelled angrily. "I'll explain everything. Matt threw a huge Kool-Aid balloon on me when I wasn't expecting it!"
"I could have waited until you were expecting it," Matt commented calmly. "But this was just so much more fun!"
"All right, that's it," Dad said, now fully awake. "Lizzie, go upstairs and take a shower and put on new pajamas. Matt, go get me your full supply of Kool-Aid and water balloons-- now." He sounded like he meant business.
I ran upstairs, got a towel and new pajamas, and got into the hot shower. I was able to wash all of the Kool-Aid off- but it left my blonde hair a light shade of blue. I felt miserable as I trooped back downstairs to find out where I would be spending the night.
"Lizzie, your hair!" Mom exclaimed when she saw me walk into the room. "We'll take you to the hair place first thing tomorrow morning."
"It better help," I grumbled, feeling very tired and very grouchy. "No way am I ever sleeping in the same room with him again."
"Don't worry. You won't be," Dad assured me. "We've learned that from past experiences."
"So where are we going to sleep?" Matt asked, draining the Kool-Aid from Mr. Snuggles.
I snatched him away, rescuing him. "Yeah. Where are we going to sleep?"
"Sam?" Mom asked, turning toward Dad. "Where are they going to sleep?"
Dad looked uncomfortable. "Lizzie, you can stay down here on the couch. Matt.. you'll have to sleep with us."
"And that means no more Kool-Aid," Mom said in a warning voice. "Or else." "The couch?" I grumbled to myself as my brother and my parents retreated upstairs. Matt gets my parents' comfortable bed and I get the couch?
*Toon Lizzie- I must have done something in a past life to deserve all this.*
Chapter Three Continued AND Chapter Four
Mom and Dad followed me upstairs to my room. Mom went with me into my room, and Dad went to inspect the damage done to Matt's. A few minutes later, Dad joined us all in my room, where we were all still very wet and if you were me, very angry.
"Well, it looks like neither of you can sleep in your bedrooms until we get a plumber out here to fix things," Dad announced. "I guess we're going to have to keep you both in the living room together for the night. Together."
"No!" I cried. "I am not sharing a living room with that brat! No way! I'd rather sleep in the basement."
"That can be arranged," Matt said, Lanny giving him a silent thumbs up.
"No, it can't," Mom said to him, clearly annoyed enough at the men in our family. "You can share the sofa bed. I'm sorry kids, but it looks like this is the way things have to be, at least for a couple of nights."
"Ugh," I groaned as my parents, Matt, and Lanny left my bedroom. "This is terrible! He's probably going to make me watch Cartoon Network all night, and miss all the music videos on MTV."
"It's not like you haven't seen them all a hundred times before," Gordo offered unhelpfully. I sighed and looked around at my wet room.
"You guys better go home," I said unhappily. "I've got to get what I need out of here before the water level gets any higher, and I want to try to fall asleep before Matt can get to me."
"Okay," my friends both agreed with a shrug and left the room.
I looked around one more time. How could this have happened? This was... awful. I was going to have to share not only a living room but a SOFA BED with my dorky little brother for a few nights! Why does everything always happen to me?
*Toon Lizzie- Let the games begin!*
A few hours later, Matt and I were in the living room, trying to sort out our things and get comfortable. Mom and Dad were upstairs sleeping, and the house was dark and quiet.
"I'll be back in a minute," Matt told me, leaving his pile of junk on his side of the sofa bed. "Don't let your dinky stuff touch my stuff." With that, he dissapeared from the room to go I don't know where.
I sat down and layed Mr. Snuggles down next to my pillow. I grabbed the remote and flipped the TV channels until I reached MTV. I layed down and closed my eyes, pulling the blankets up to my chin and tried to get comfortable. Unfortunately, the sofa bed was uncomfortable and squeaked with every movement. I finally found a spot and hoped I'd fall asleep before Matt got back.
Ten minutes later, I was still awake. Matt was still gone. Mom and Dad were still asleep. The house was still dark and quiet.
*Toon Lizzie- Too quiet.*
"Prepare to meet your match!" I heard Matt cry loudly, and his voice sounded very, very close. I opened my eyes and turned over just in time to see him drop a giant filled water balloon on my head.
"Aaaa!" I screamed as a cold, blue liquid hit the bed and splattered all over me, my hair, the bed, and Mr. Snuggles. I sat up. "What was that?"
"Calm down, you big baby!" Matt said. "It's just ice and blue Kool- Aid!"
"Kool Aid?" I shreeked, jumping up and chasing him around the room. "My hair will be blue for the next two weeks! You little freak!" Unfortunately, my chasing attempts were to no avail. Just as I was about to catch him, Mom and Dad were rushing down the stairs to see what all the noise had been about.
"Why aren't you two asleep?" Dad demanded groggily, looking quite angry that he had been awakened.
"Lizzie, why is your hair blue? And what happened to the sheets?" Mom wanted to know.
"Oh, I'll explain!" I yelled angrily. "I'll explain everything. Matt threw a huge Kool-Aid balloon on me when I wasn't expecting it!"
"I could have waited until you were expecting it," Matt commented calmly. "But this was just so much more fun!"
"All right, that's it," Dad said, now fully awake. "Lizzie, go upstairs and take a shower and put on new pajamas. Matt, go get me your full supply of Kool-Aid and water balloons-- now." He sounded like he meant business.
I ran upstairs, got a towel and new pajamas, and got into the hot shower. I was able to wash all of the Kool-Aid off- but it left my blonde hair a light shade of blue. I felt miserable as I trooped back downstairs to find out where I would be spending the night.
"Lizzie, your hair!" Mom exclaimed when she saw me walk into the room. "We'll take you to the hair place first thing tomorrow morning."
"It better help," I grumbled, feeling very tired and very grouchy. "No way am I ever sleeping in the same room with him again."
"Don't worry. You won't be," Dad assured me. "We've learned that from past experiences."
"So where are we going to sleep?" Matt asked, draining the Kool-Aid from Mr. Snuggles.
I snatched him away, rescuing him. "Yeah. Where are we going to sleep?"
"Sam?" Mom asked, turning toward Dad. "Where are they going to sleep?"
Dad looked uncomfortable. "Lizzie, you can stay down here on the couch. Matt.. you'll have to sleep with us."
"And that means no more Kool-Aid," Mom said in a warning voice. "Or else." "The couch?" I grumbled to myself as my brother and my parents retreated upstairs. Matt gets my parents' comfortable bed and I get the couch?
*Toon Lizzie- I must have done something in a past life to deserve all this.*