RM: Sorry if some of this isn't making sense, I swear it'll get better! Oh
and: this fic wouldn't revolve around Ray and Amara (sorry 'bout that), I
don't hate Bobby, he would so do all those things anyway, and you will find
out if it's just the mansion in the next chapter! (gasp) Yes! It's true!
lol : ) Read on, and don't forget to review!
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Screaming isn't the most pleasant sound to wake to, but that didn't stop Roberto from falling out of bed with a rather loud thud.
Across the room Bobby hurled a pillow in his direction. It missed and smacked Jaime in the face.
"'Didn't do it," Jaime mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his checks sleepily. From the floor Berto muttered a curse and he himself sat up. His head swirled as he stood, kicking the bed across from his to wake up the occupant.
Sam groaned. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the Brazilian boy standing over him and he literally screamed. Bobby shot out of bed.
"Who got shot?!" He yelled, breathing heavily.
"Ah du'know, but if it makes HIM look any dif'ernt, one to da chest would do meh good," Sam managed. Bobby shook his head a few times and squinted at the dark figure.
"Oh hell no," He laughed. "No no no!" He hugged his stomach. "You gotta be kiddin' me!"
Something heavy was thrown at the wall from the other side. "Who screamed?" Tabitha's voice shouted through. "If 'yer in my heels again, Berto, I WILL kill you," She growled. Bobby fell to the floor laughing.
"No one's in THOSE deadly killers, Tabby," Jaime remarked.
"Well try'n keep it down, ya freaks," Was her only comment.
Sam sat up. "What did ya do?" He asked Roberto with wide eyes. The boy cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean what did I do?" He questioned. Bobby, who had momentarily stopped laughing and stood, fell once again to the floor with laughter.
"You-" He breathed between outbursts, "Sound like a... a CIPMUNCK!" His abdominal muscles ached from laughing so hard and he tried to stop, but one look at Berto disintegrated all thoughts of ceasing.
"What?!" Roberto's eyes narrowed angrily. He didn't have time for this.
"You know, Chip and Dale?" Another fit of laughter. Jaime crossed his arms.
"And what are you doing, making fun of Sam 'er somethin'? He cut it off already, deal with it," A smile tugged at the corners of the Brazilian boy's mouth until he realized the guy probably wasn't talking about what he was thinking. Reaching to the back of his neck, he jerked his fingers away instantly.
"Aww God! Wha'd you do ta me?!" He yelled. Bobby held up his hands in defeat.
"Stoooop!" He giggled. "Pleeeease, I beeeg of you! I'm gonna implode!" Jaime climbed out of bed. He glanced at Sam, but then clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Dude, what the fricken' heck happened," He didn't say it as a question at all, more like a statement. "What?" Sam asked. Jaime pointed to the bathroom.
"You see," Sam rolled his eyes and got up. His shirt hanging off one shoulder, he flipped on the light in the bathroom. His face went white and he cried out.
The door to the room burst open. Every pair of eyes swiveled to the doorway with the exception to Sam, who was now ready to cry at the sight of his own reflection.
"All right, what the hell's goin' on over here?!" Tabitha, clad in Bayville High illegally short shorts and spaghetti-strap undershirt, demanded, her ruffled pigtails shaking. Surveying the room's occupants, a small giggle erupted and she covered her mouth.
"What?!" The ever-so-confused Roberto yelped.
"Who's that?" She questioned.
"Berto?" Jaime shrugged. Roberto smacked his face with the palm of his hand.
"Just tell me what awful they did to my hair," He pleaded. She sauntered up to him and leaned down to eye level.
She smiled innocently. "Aww, sweetie, I think you look good in a mullet," His eyes rolled to the back of his head and, again, he fell to the ground with a thud.
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RM: I'm sorry for the short chapter. I won't have access to a computer for ten days, as I will be at camp. I know, feel sorry for me ; ) Anyway, all that means is that I'll have more time to write the next chapter! I take every suggestion into account, thank you for the great ideas! If you've read please review!! (Again sorry for the shortness)
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Screaming isn't the most pleasant sound to wake to, but that didn't stop Roberto from falling out of bed with a rather loud thud.
Across the room Bobby hurled a pillow in his direction. It missed and smacked Jaime in the face.
"'Didn't do it," Jaime mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his checks sleepily. From the floor Berto muttered a curse and he himself sat up. His head swirled as he stood, kicking the bed across from his to wake up the occupant.
Sam groaned. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the Brazilian boy standing over him and he literally screamed. Bobby shot out of bed.
"Who got shot?!" He yelled, breathing heavily.
"Ah du'know, but if it makes HIM look any dif'ernt, one to da chest would do meh good," Sam managed. Bobby shook his head a few times and squinted at the dark figure.
"Oh hell no," He laughed. "No no no!" He hugged his stomach. "You gotta be kiddin' me!"
Something heavy was thrown at the wall from the other side. "Who screamed?" Tabitha's voice shouted through. "If 'yer in my heels again, Berto, I WILL kill you," She growled. Bobby fell to the floor laughing.
"No one's in THOSE deadly killers, Tabby," Jaime remarked.
"Well try'n keep it down, ya freaks," Was her only comment.
Sam sat up. "What did ya do?" He asked Roberto with wide eyes. The boy cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean what did I do?" He questioned. Bobby, who had momentarily stopped laughing and stood, fell once again to the floor with laughter.
"You-" He breathed between outbursts, "Sound like a... a CIPMUNCK!" His abdominal muscles ached from laughing so hard and he tried to stop, but one look at Berto disintegrated all thoughts of ceasing.
"What?!" Roberto's eyes narrowed angrily. He didn't have time for this.
"You know, Chip and Dale?" Another fit of laughter. Jaime crossed his arms.
"And what are you doing, making fun of Sam 'er somethin'? He cut it off already, deal with it," A smile tugged at the corners of the Brazilian boy's mouth until he realized the guy probably wasn't talking about what he was thinking. Reaching to the back of his neck, he jerked his fingers away instantly.
"Aww God! Wha'd you do ta me?!" He yelled. Bobby held up his hands in defeat.
"Stoooop!" He giggled. "Pleeeease, I beeeg of you! I'm gonna implode!" Jaime climbed out of bed. He glanced at Sam, but then clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Dude, what the fricken' heck happened," He didn't say it as a question at all, more like a statement. "What?" Sam asked. Jaime pointed to the bathroom.
"You see," Sam rolled his eyes and got up. His shirt hanging off one shoulder, he flipped on the light in the bathroom. His face went white and he cried out.
The door to the room burst open. Every pair of eyes swiveled to the doorway with the exception to Sam, who was now ready to cry at the sight of his own reflection.
"All right, what the hell's goin' on over here?!" Tabitha, clad in Bayville High illegally short shorts and spaghetti-strap undershirt, demanded, her ruffled pigtails shaking. Surveying the room's occupants, a small giggle erupted and she covered her mouth.
"What?!" The ever-so-confused Roberto yelped.
"Who's that?" She questioned.
"Berto?" Jaime shrugged. Roberto smacked his face with the palm of his hand.
"Just tell me what awful they did to my hair," He pleaded. She sauntered up to him and leaned down to eye level.
She smiled innocently. "Aww, sweetie, I think you look good in a mullet," His eyes rolled to the back of his head and, again, he fell to the ground with a thud.
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RM: I'm sorry for the short chapter. I won't have access to a computer for ten days, as I will be at camp. I know, feel sorry for me ; ) Anyway, all that means is that I'll have more time to write the next chapter! I take every suggestion into account, thank you for the great ideas! If you've read please review!! (Again sorry for the shortness)