Guess who's ba-ack!!! With another chappie for ya'all!!!

This story has now been officially resurrected from the dead.

I don't own Pepsi, just so ya'all know. You'll know what I mean once you've started reading.

Taking Action—Chapter 6—Get this Party Started

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Normal POV

Enrique winced when he heard the crash. Mentally, he started calculating how much damage had been done, and how much whatever was broken would cost to replace.

All the other Majestics had known better then to let Oliver near the Pepsi. But Oliver always claimed he needed a 'daily dose of caffeine'—which came in the form of a 550-mL Pepsi bottle. Now that Oliver had his caffeine, he was walking around like a drunk, tripping over things that had been previously thought untrippable.

Enrique hurried downstairs to see what Oliver had broken now. He stopped as soon as he saw who was cleaning up all the fragments of broken china and glass. He didn't even run over to Oliver to see how the caffeine-high French teen was doing.

"Robert? What are you doing here?"

Robert didn't even bother to turn around. "I got out of the hospital early."

"Really? How ya doin'?"

"I'm doing well."

Oliver groaned. Owwie…there was a line of stinging pain down his forehead. Oliver could feel the warm, thick fluid trickling down his face from it. There were similar stinging lines, except more severe, on his cheek and hands as well. Ouch…Oliver had to admit, that had been his klutzy-ist fall yet.

"Oliver?" Enrique's voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

"Yeah?" Oliver responded, dazed.

"You OK?"

"I think so…" Oliver's voice trailed off at the end. The ground was rippling beneath him; and the room seemed to spin around him.

"Oliver?...Oh my god…Oliver!" Enrique exclaimed as soon as he saw Oliver's face. Blood was trickling down Oliver's hands, as well as from a large cut on his forehead and a very deep looking cut on his cheek.

"What is it, Enrique?" Oliver asked, staring at Enrique blankly. Now the whole room was spinning very quickly, and the floor was heaving. "Uhhh…" Oliver moaned. He felt so nauseous…

Enrique caught Oliver before he slid to the floor. "What did he do? Get the china teapot to explode in his face or something?" Enrique asked.

"More like he crashed face-first into it." Robert replied calmly.

"Guess this means no more caffeine for Oliver."

"Nope. It just means we have to get him onto coffee that much sooner."

"What's the difference between coffee and Pepsi?"

"Pepsi has sugar. Coffee only has sugar if you add it. Thus, Oliver gets more hyper off of Pepsi then coffee. That is, unless he raids a sugar plantation and adds it all to his coffee."

"Oh. Okay." Enrique seemed satisfied with Robert's answer. "Looks like it's time for another trip to the hospital, huh?"

Robert smiled wryly. "We'll be on a first-name basis with all the staff if this keeps up."

Enrique smirked at that. "Yeah."

The sun shone warmly on the two figures in the luxurious four-poster canopy bed. Oliver had gone to the hospital and gotten stitches; and now he was at Enrique's house with the other 3 Majestics, recovering, which so far had translated into sleeping every spare moment he got. Enrique lay close to him, one arm draped over him possessively, lying on top of the covers.

'Mmmm…' Oliver stirred. He felt warm…inside and out…

Moving to get up, Oliver was surprised to feel a weight leaning against him. "Enrique?" he asked tiredly.

"Uhh…" Enrique moaned, just beginning to wake up. "Heya…how ya doin'?"

"Just great, though my face feels stiff." Oliver responded, blushing red. Enrique was awfully close…

"Great!" Enrique chirped. "Now, lets get you out of bed, LazyButt, and on to doing other things!!! How's the party coming along?"

Oliver groaned. "Not well at all…why?"

"Just wondering. Why don't you work on the party prepping now? I'll help if you need me to."

"Okay. Sure!" Oliver responded happily.

Half an hour later, the 2 boys had come up with a revised checklist.

The list went something like this:

1) Pick out recipes.

2) Sort recipes into courses.

3) Find someone to wash the dishes.

4) Rent the Louvre.

5) Find and go through a French phonebook to find out what the Louvre's phone number is.

6) Hire musicians to play at the party.

7) Choose wine and champagne for the party.

"Great!" Enrique chirped. "Let's get started!"

Oliver groaned. Why was he throwing a party again? He just wanted to sleep…

Robert found himself lured to the fourth floor master ballroom's adjacent drawing room. Someone was playing electric guitar in there…and they were pretty damn good at it, too. He opened the door, to find Johnny sitting on the low couch, in the corner by the big window, just plucking guitar strings to his heart's content on a big shiny black electric guitar.

Johnny looked up upon finally coming out of the dreamland he'd been in, and noticed Robert in the doorway.

"Robert!!! What in hell are you doing outside of the hospital!!!" Johnny exclaimed.

"I got sent home early." Robert said simply.

Johnny would've said more, but then raised voices were heard, sound suspiciously like Oliver's and Enrique's.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! The flour's gonna come tumbling down on top of you!!!"

Seconds later, a thump was heard, followed by a yell.

"Can I say I told you so now?! You friggin' idiot!!!"

"Hey, back off Oliver" a second voice chimed in. "Look, I'm trying my best to help you, okay? If you don't want my help, just say so, and I'll go!!! It's as simple as that!!!"

Another loud thud was heard.

"Enrique…" Oliver said in a small, upset voice.

"This does it!!! Screw you, I'm not gonna help anymore!!! All you do is yell at me!!! If I want to be yelled at, I'll go bug my crabby old aunt!!!" With that, Enrique stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Oliver all alone.

"Enrique…" Oliver's voice trailed off. Sinking to his knees, he began to sob silently. He'd really done it now, hadn't he? He'd tried so hard to be nice to Enrique, in the hopes that Enrique would maybe notice the change and make another move on him, but now that seemed all gone. Damnit!!! Why did he have to be such a goddamn perfectionist?

Robert and Johnny looked in on the scene sadly.

"Does Oliver love—" Robert began, but was interrupted.

"Yes, he does." Johnny finished. "But Oliver is so obsessed with having everything just so…and Enrique's super-sensitive right now…" Johnny sighed. "It doesn't look like anything will go smoothly for them for a little while at least."

Turning to Robert, Johnny continued. "Go in, and comfort Oliver as best you can without hugging him or anything—if Enrique sees that, he'll get jealous, and that's the last thing we—and they—need right now. I'll go talk to Enrique."

Robert raised an eyebrow. It was very unlike Johnny to be so logical and level-headed. "Shouldn't someone talk to Oliver?"

"I already did." Johnny replied. "Okay, okay, all I did was sit Oliver down in Enrique's room and forced him to read Enrique's diary, but hey, we had a bit of conversation."

"Has Enrique found out? About Oliver reading his diary, I mean."

"Nope." Johnny turned away and left to talk to Enrique, leaving Robert to go in and comfort the still-sobbing Oliver, who by now had curled up into a little corner in the kitchen. Robert paused before entering. "How on Earth am I going to do this?" he thought.

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