YAY! Another chapter! [Skittery: Don't forget about Fallen Leaves!] Meep. Oh, yes. I must work on that later tonight... Ehehehe... But for now, enjoy the next chapter of TPC!

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Randy

Well, yesterday was eventful. My housemates seem okay, although I'm pretty sure they're all going to get on my nerves at least once this year. Hell, Gabe's already made me mad twice! God, he's a fucking jerk. A sexy son of a bitch, but a fucking jerk nonetheless. I swear, if I didn't think he was cute, I'd have done more physical damage to his face than just that stupid black eye. He deserved it, anyway, calling me a girl and trying to hit on me. Whatever. I can't let one person bring down my whole year.

Anyway, I awoke this morning to someone yelling, "MEETING IN THE LIVING ROOM!" What a nice way to wake up.

"Whoever that is better shut the hell up. Some people are trying to sleep!" groaned Erin from across the room. My thoughts exactly.

"OH, COME ON!" came the yelling voice again, "WAKE THE HELL UP AND GET DOWN HERE!" Fine! I'm up! I'm up!

After pulling on some socks (what? It was cold!), I trudged sleepily over to Erin's bed in an attempt to wake her up. After smacking her over the head with my pillow, she decided to get up.

"Damn," she said, rubbing her head, "Why do you have to hit so hard?!" I rolled my eyes.

"I wouldn't have had to hit you if you had just got out of bed!"

"I SAID," came the voice again, "WAKE THE HELL—."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Erin and I yelled simultaneously. Oddly enough, the person yelling heard us and stopped. After stepping quickly into the bathroom to splash water onto our faces, Erin and I made our way into the hall where the others were slowly making their way downstairs.

"That was Blink, wasn't it?" I heard Gabe ask as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"What do you mean?" replied Dewey, as we all walked lazily down the stairs.

"The one yelling," said Gabe, "I swear I'll kick his ass." Not if I don't get to him first. Or Gabe, for that matter.

Once in the lobby, we discovered that the person yelling was, indeed, Blink. He wasn't alone, however. Standing right behind him were Ershey, Mush, Lucas, and Alexia. Oh, I get it. These were the morning people. Well, they're the minority, so this had better be the last meeting we have at the crack of dawn.

"Good morning!" exclaimed Blink cheerfully, "I see you all heard me, eh?" YOU THINK?!

"Do we really have to walk all the way over to the living room?" Dewey yawned. Good idea!

"Yeah," I agreed, "I mean we're all here right now. Why not just have your little meeting here?" I watched as Blink took this into consideration before he started nodding.

"You've got a point. Okay, make yourselves comfortable—."

"On the marble floor and staircase," Erin muttered. I giggled. God, I hate that word. I am making a vow right here never to say the world 'giggle' ever again.

"Hey, you're the ones who wanted the meeting here!"

"Fine, fine," Erin replied, rolling her eyes, "It was just a joke. Continue, continue." We all took seats on the steps of the first flight of stairs, with the exception of the crazy morning people who decided to remain standing up.

"Okay, then," Blink said, clapping his hands together, "As you can see, this how is really, really big, right?" There was a soft murmur of "Right…" and the slow nodding of heads. "Well, as you can also see, the refrigerator is fully stocked… for now. So, we have to have money to pay for food and the electric bill and stuff like that right?" Again, the murmur of "Right…" and the slow nodding of heads. "So—." Oh, I get it.

"We have to all get jobs," I said, knowing that's exactly what Blink meant. He even gave me the biggest smile ever, telling me I was right. Wow, he's way too much of a happy person… Is it even possible to be that happy all the time?

"A job?" Gabe asked, "You woke us up this early to tell us that we need to get a job?" As much as I didn't want to agree with the asshole, I was tired and he had a point.

"Well," said Alexia, crossing her arms over her chest, "We figured we needed to get an early start!" Then again, that was a good point as well.

"Okay, then!" Blink said, clapping his hands together again. I swear, he reminded me so much of a football coach there. "Try to get jobs near the house, okay? For now, at least, since we don't have the money to rent a car just yet." I noticed that. You know, they gave us this huge house with everything BUT a car. Smart. Very smart.

"Ready? BREAK!" Blink exclaimed, jumping up. Football coach, football coach, football coach…

Me, Erin, and the rest of the normal-waking-hour-people made our way back up the stairs and into our rooms to change.

"So," said Erin, pulling on a jacket, "You got any idea of what kind of job you want?" I shrugged as I bent down to tug on my sneakers.

"I guess I'll just go walk around for a bit and check out the restaurants and stuff," I replied, "What about you?"

"I don't know," Erin replied, picking up a brush on her dresser and proceeding to fix her hair, "I was thinking maybe a Harley Davidson store." Eh?

"A Harley Davidson store?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. Stupid shoe! Get on, get on, get on! There.

"What? I like motorcycles!" she replied, making her way out the door. I followed her out the door and down the stairs into the lobby. Motorcycles? Hm, well that's a little different.

As I made my way out of the house, I started thinking of where exactly to get a job. What kind of things do I like? Well… there's fighting of course, but where was I going to get a job fighting? Come on, Randy, you know this city like the back of your hand. You're from here, anyway! Think, think, think! Where do I always go? What's my favorite place? DING. Huh, so that's what it's like to have the light bulb in your head go off.

I ran a short distance down the street in front of the house, my destination clearly set in my mind. Once I reached the building, I looked up at it and smiled. Perfect! I mean, what's better than this place? There's no way a job here can piss me off. Entering the building, I walk right up to the counter where an employee is eagerly waiting.

"Welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?"

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Meep. Sorry that was a bit shorter than the other chapters... Hehe, wanna know something cool? Okay, it ain't really cool, but I woke up at like, 2am last night with the whole job idea in my head and just had to put it down on paper so I wouldn't forget. Oh, fine, I thought it was cool.

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