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Chapter Four: Eating and Sleeping Arrangements
"Fifty-six monkeys jumping on the bed!" everyone sang once Lawson put the spare tire on. "One fell off and bumped his head! Momma called the doctor, and the doctor said 'no more little monkeys jumping on that bed!'"
"If they start arguing," Bob whispered to Ashley. "I'm stopping this van, and they can WALK to Talladega!"
"Give 'em a break," Ashley joked lightly. "They've only been sixteen for a few months."
"Yeah, well, Lawson's gonna be seventeen next month," Bob added. "And I think they ALL act like two year olds."
"Man, my throat's dry," Vince said raspily, shaking his empty soda can. "And I'm starving."
"Does it ever end?" Bob groaned. "Okay, I'm starting to see a town. Maybe they've got a McDonald's or something."
"McDonald's? Eww..." Ashley Q. said disgustedly.
"What's the matter?" Lawson asked sarcastically. "Doesn't the princess like Happy Meals?"
"I'm going to drown you in their ball pit if you don't shut up!" she threatened.
"Oooh, I'm so terrified."
"Please, shut up," Vince said dryly. "Bob, you know we all hate that place."
It was a good thing that Bob had learned to keep his temper LONG ago, because he felt like screaming at all of them. He breathed out slowly.
"O-kay, how about Sonic?" he asked.
"They don't have a ball pit," Ashley Q. noted a bit evilly, glaring at her "enemy".
"Can't you drown him later?" Bob asked, rolling his eyes for the hundredth time today. "We're starving."
"I'm on a diet," Ashley Q. spat out quickly. "Do they have salads?"
"You're on a what?" Lawson asked, glancing at her. "You're not fat."
"It's too late for apologies, Erwin," she snapped.
"I wasn't apologizing, Queen-lin. I was just saying--"
"ARE WE GOING TO SONIC OR NOT?!!" Vince yelled in order to shut everyone up.
"Yes, they have salads," Ashley A. told her dieting friend.
"Fine."
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It was starting to get dark and everyone was tired...not to meantion full. Bob found himself nodding off several times, which isn't safe when you're driving. The girls were all asleep, thank goodness, and the guys were trying hard not to.
"Man, are we going to stop somewhere or something?" Vince asked after yawning for the twentieth time.
"Yeah, I'm bushed," Lawson added.
"You're bushed? I did all the driving," Bob said, forcing his eyes to stay open. "Can't we just pull over on the shoulder?"
"Dude, I have got to get out of this van!" Vince complained. "I think I'm getting cabin fever!"
"But the girls are already sleeping," Bob reminded him. "What do you want me to do, wake them up and have them drag themselves to a room?"
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Bob was busy handing the hotel manager some cash as the others laid around in the lobby. The place was packed with guests, and there was only one room left. Bob walked over to everyone with the key.
"What? One key?" Ashley Q. asked, waking up all the way.
"There was only one room left," Bob explained.
"You can always sleep in the van if you don't like it," Lawson told her.
"Shut up," she sneered.
They all dragged themselves to the elevator so they could get to the second floor. It was a good thing they didn't bother with luggage, because all six of them were squished once they were inside. Ashley B. started dozing off and leaned on Vince's shoulder for support, who disgustedly pushed her over to Ashley A.'s shoulder. Finally, the "torment" was over, and they all went inside room 214 after Bob unlocked it.
Ashley B. collapsed on the bed once inside. They were all a little shocked at what they saw.
"Only one bed?" Ashley Q. asked, glaring at Bob.
"How was I supposed to know it was a one-bed deal?" Bob snapped at her, exasperated from the day's events.
"We girls can share the bed," Ashley A. proposed. "I don't know where you guys are supposed to sleep though."
"I get the bathtub!" Lawson said immediately, making a dash for the bathroom.
"No way!" Vince argued, running after him. "I get the bathtub!"
Bob was so tired, he didn't care if they killed each other for it. He grabbed an extra pillow from the closet and bunked on the table. It was a small table, and he wasn't too comfortable, but it would have to do. In the meantime, the three girls crawled into bed. Lawson had won the fight for the bathtub, so Vince was left with the option of taking the television of the dresser and sleeping on it. For the first time through the trip, everything was quiet and peaceful...
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Chapter Four: Eating and Sleeping Arrangements
"Fifty-six monkeys jumping on the bed!" everyone sang once Lawson put the spare tire on. "One fell off and bumped his head! Momma called the doctor, and the doctor said 'no more little monkeys jumping on that bed!'"
"If they start arguing," Bob whispered to Ashley. "I'm stopping this van, and they can WALK to Talladega!"
"Give 'em a break," Ashley joked lightly. "They've only been sixteen for a few months."
"Yeah, well, Lawson's gonna be seventeen next month," Bob added. "And I think they ALL act like two year olds."
"Man, my throat's dry," Vince said raspily, shaking his empty soda can. "And I'm starving."
"Does it ever end?" Bob groaned. "Okay, I'm starting to see a town. Maybe they've got a McDonald's or something."
"McDonald's? Eww..." Ashley Q. said disgustedly.
"What's the matter?" Lawson asked sarcastically. "Doesn't the princess like Happy Meals?"
"I'm going to drown you in their ball pit if you don't shut up!" she threatened.
"Oooh, I'm so terrified."
"Please, shut up," Vince said dryly. "Bob, you know we all hate that place."
It was a good thing that Bob had learned to keep his temper LONG ago, because he felt like screaming at all of them. He breathed out slowly.
"O-kay, how about Sonic?" he asked.
"They don't have a ball pit," Ashley Q. noted a bit evilly, glaring at her "enemy".
"Can't you drown him later?" Bob asked, rolling his eyes for the hundredth time today. "We're starving."
"I'm on a diet," Ashley Q. spat out quickly. "Do they have salads?"
"You're on a what?" Lawson asked, glancing at her. "You're not fat."
"It's too late for apologies, Erwin," she snapped.
"I wasn't apologizing, Queen-lin. I was just saying--"
"ARE WE GOING TO SONIC OR NOT?!!" Vince yelled in order to shut everyone up.
"Yes, they have salads," Ashley A. told her dieting friend.
"Fine."
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It was starting to get dark and everyone was tired...not to meantion full. Bob found himself nodding off several times, which isn't safe when you're driving. The girls were all asleep, thank goodness, and the guys were trying hard not to.
"Man, are we going to stop somewhere or something?" Vince asked after yawning for the twentieth time.
"Yeah, I'm bushed," Lawson added.
"You're bushed? I did all the driving," Bob said, forcing his eyes to stay open. "Can't we just pull over on the shoulder?"
"Dude, I have got to get out of this van!" Vince complained. "I think I'm getting cabin fever!"
"But the girls are already sleeping," Bob reminded him. "What do you want me to do, wake them up and have them drag themselves to a room?"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bob was busy handing the hotel manager some cash as the others laid around in the lobby. The place was packed with guests, and there was only one room left. Bob walked over to everyone with the key.
"What? One key?" Ashley Q. asked, waking up all the way.
"There was only one room left," Bob explained.
"You can always sleep in the van if you don't like it," Lawson told her.
"Shut up," she sneered.
They all dragged themselves to the elevator so they could get to the second floor. It was a good thing they didn't bother with luggage, because all six of them were squished once they were inside. Ashley B. started dozing off and leaned on Vince's shoulder for support, who disgustedly pushed her over to Ashley A.'s shoulder. Finally, the "torment" was over, and they all went inside room 214 after Bob unlocked it.
Ashley B. collapsed on the bed once inside. They were all a little shocked at what they saw.
"Only one bed?" Ashley Q. asked, glaring at Bob.
"How was I supposed to know it was a one-bed deal?" Bob snapped at her, exasperated from the day's events.
"We girls can share the bed," Ashley A. proposed. "I don't know where you guys are supposed to sleep though."
"I get the bathtub!" Lawson said immediately, making a dash for the bathroom.
"No way!" Vince argued, running after him. "I get the bathtub!"
Bob was so tired, he didn't care if they killed each other for it. He grabbed an extra pillow from the closet and bunked on the table. It was a small table, and he wasn't too comfortable, but it would have to do. In the meantime, the three girls crawled into bed. Lawson had won the fight for the bathtub, so Vince was left with the option of taking the television of the dresser and sleeping on it. For the first time through the trip, everything was quiet and peaceful...
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