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Chapter Five: Cold Showers
It was about five o'clock in the morning when Bob woke up. Man, he was tired. And the table thing just wasn't working out. He cracked his eyes open and bent his head to look at the floor. Yuck...the carpet looked about thirty years old. No way was he sleeping on it. He suddenly got the urge to drink something so he decided to leave the room for a while and head to the snack machine he saw outside and get a soda.
While he was out, Ashley Q. woke up and decided she wanted to take a shower. A girl has to bathe, you know, especially after travelling all day. Completely forgetting that someone was taking a snooze in the tub, she locked the door and turned the shower on.
"HOLY CRAP!!"
Ashley Q. screamed her head off when she heard that. Half-soaked, Lawson managed to drag himself out of the tub without slipping and killing himself. Ashley Q. got over it, and glared at him.
"What are you doing in the tub?!" she yelled.
"Where else was I going to sleep?!" he yelled back, wiping the ice- cold water from his face. "With you?"
"Why you little--I am SO leaving!"
With that, she turned to open the door, only the door knob fell out in her hand. She stared at it, horrified at this predicament she had gotten herself in.
"Uh-oh," she said.
"You broke it?!" Lawson shouted. "We're stuck in here?!"
"What is going on in there?" they heard Ashley A. ask from the other side.
"Don't ask, just get me out of here!!" Ashley Q. pleaded.
"Miss Priss broke the door handle," Lawson explained, glaring daggers at her.
"Okay, let me see what I can do."
Ashley A. looked at Ashley B. and Vince for help. Where the heck was Bob? Almost immediately, they heard some banging on the room's door.
"Hey, it's Bob! Open up!" they heard. He must have locked himself out by accident.
"What on earth is going on in here?" he asked after his girlfriend let him in. "I thought I heard screaming."
"That was Ashley Q." Ashley A. explained. "Somehow she managed to get herself and Lawson trapped in the bathroom."
Bob sighed. "Guess we'd better get them out before they kill each other, huh?"
"This is all your fault!" they Ashley Q. accuse.
"MY fault?" Lawson asked in his own defense. "How is this MY fault? It's not MY fault that you wanted to take a shower at FIVE A.M.!!"
"Guys, shut up!" Bob demanded. "Okay, I'm guessing the door knobs don't work."
"It fell out on their side," Vince explained.
"All righty then, I guess we're going to have to break the door down or something," Bob decided.
"Why can't we just unscrew the hinges?" Ashley B. asked.
"Or we could unscrew the hinges," Bob repeated. "Someone grab the toolbox from the van."
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After that embarrassing predicament, Ashley Q. and Lawson hardly said a word to each other once they were all back on the road. Bob was actually relieved that he'd be driving in peace, but truthfully he did miss hearing conversation. They finally got out of desert country, and eventually headed into a foresty, mountainous area.
"How much longer?" Ashley B. moaned from the back seat.
"About three more hours of driving ought to do it," Bob told her. Thank goodness. If he had to stay in that van one more minute above three hours, he was going to go insane.
"Hey, Bob," Vince called. "Mind handed me that my Walkman from the dash?"
Bob grabbed the CD player and turned briefly to hand it to him. During that short moment of turning his eyes off the road, a momma deer and its baby stumbled into the middle of the road. Ashley A. looked up from her magazine and gasped.
"BOB, WATCH IT!" she screamed.
Startled, Bob quickly slammed on the brakes and swerved sharply to miss the two deer. Unfortuneately, he swerved TOO sharply. The van flew in mid-air over the side of the road and landed dangerously at the bottom of the hill.
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Chapter Five: Cold Showers
It was about five o'clock in the morning when Bob woke up. Man, he was tired. And the table thing just wasn't working out. He cracked his eyes open and bent his head to look at the floor. Yuck...the carpet looked about thirty years old. No way was he sleeping on it. He suddenly got the urge to drink something so he decided to leave the room for a while and head to the snack machine he saw outside and get a soda.
While he was out, Ashley Q. woke up and decided she wanted to take a shower. A girl has to bathe, you know, especially after travelling all day. Completely forgetting that someone was taking a snooze in the tub, she locked the door and turned the shower on.
"HOLY CRAP!!"
Ashley Q. screamed her head off when she heard that. Half-soaked, Lawson managed to drag himself out of the tub without slipping and killing himself. Ashley Q. got over it, and glared at him.
"What are you doing in the tub?!" she yelled.
"Where else was I going to sleep?!" he yelled back, wiping the ice- cold water from his face. "With you?"
"Why you little--I am SO leaving!"
With that, she turned to open the door, only the door knob fell out in her hand. She stared at it, horrified at this predicament she had gotten herself in.
"Uh-oh," she said.
"You broke it?!" Lawson shouted. "We're stuck in here?!"
"What is going on in there?" they heard Ashley A. ask from the other side.
"Don't ask, just get me out of here!!" Ashley Q. pleaded.
"Miss Priss broke the door handle," Lawson explained, glaring daggers at her.
"Okay, let me see what I can do."
Ashley A. looked at Ashley B. and Vince for help. Where the heck was Bob? Almost immediately, they heard some banging on the room's door.
"Hey, it's Bob! Open up!" they heard. He must have locked himself out by accident.
"What on earth is going on in here?" he asked after his girlfriend let him in. "I thought I heard screaming."
"That was Ashley Q." Ashley A. explained. "Somehow she managed to get herself and Lawson trapped in the bathroom."
Bob sighed. "Guess we'd better get them out before they kill each other, huh?"
"This is all your fault!" they Ashley Q. accuse.
"MY fault?" Lawson asked in his own defense. "How is this MY fault? It's not MY fault that you wanted to take a shower at FIVE A.M.!!"
"Guys, shut up!" Bob demanded. "Okay, I'm guessing the door knobs don't work."
"It fell out on their side," Vince explained.
"All righty then, I guess we're going to have to break the door down or something," Bob decided.
"Why can't we just unscrew the hinges?" Ashley B. asked.
"Or we could unscrew the hinges," Bob repeated. "Someone grab the toolbox from the van."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After that embarrassing predicament, Ashley Q. and Lawson hardly said a word to each other once they were all back on the road. Bob was actually relieved that he'd be driving in peace, but truthfully he did miss hearing conversation. They finally got out of desert country, and eventually headed into a foresty, mountainous area.
"How much longer?" Ashley B. moaned from the back seat.
"About three more hours of driving ought to do it," Bob told her. Thank goodness. If he had to stay in that van one more minute above three hours, he was going to go insane.
"Hey, Bob," Vince called. "Mind handed me that my Walkman from the dash?"
Bob grabbed the CD player and turned briefly to hand it to him. During that short moment of turning his eyes off the road, a momma deer and its baby stumbled into the middle of the road. Ashley A. looked up from her magazine and gasped.
"BOB, WATCH IT!" she screamed.
Startled, Bob quickly slammed on the brakes and swerved sharply to miss the two deer. Unfortuneately, he swerved TOO sharply. The van flew in mid-air over the side of the road and landed dangerously at the bottom of the hill.
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