Chapter 2: The Morning Issues

Author's Note: I'm sorry for some of the language and disturbing parts in this chapter. Enjoy...I guess...

The once tidy clubhouse was a mess, as an overweight huge hamster was seen digging through some papers, looking for something. The door to the place opened and in entered a stylish white hamster, her hair flipped out on the ends and in a side ponytail. She wore two cute hoops earrings, one in each ear. Her eyelashes stuck out as beauty seemed to be one of her gifts. One of her only gifts. She frowned looking around at the messy clubhouse. "Geez, can't you clean this place?" she asked in a foreign accent. It was pretty obvious she was French. She blinked once or twice awaiting the other hamster's answer.

"Huh?" the huge hamster turned around to reveal a pretty ugly face. His thick eyebrows crossed, looking mad as ever, his mouth shaped in its usual frown. "Yo Bijou!" he said, sounding a bit drunk. It had been obvious he had been getting on the beers again. "Want some lovin'?" he asked, winking in a rather flirty manner.

The white hamster immediately shook her head. "Eww no. Don't tell me you've been drinking beer again. Do you know what that can do to you?" She rolled her eyes, remembering the second part of the speech. How disgusting.

The hamster frowned. "Well who asked ya?" he said, turning away. He was pretty easy to get mad, having the short temper he did. A huge medallion hung around his neck as he slipped his sunglasses on.

The white hamster rolled her eyes and made her way to the table, just barely. Everything was on the floor; from empty beer bottles to dirty pairs of underwear. It certainly wasn't the ideal place to hang. She blinked once or twice, sighing to herself. "Bijou, Bijou, how could you ever hang with such bad friends," she said to herself with remorse.

Just then the door swung open. "Oh gosh!" exclaimed the voice of a punk hamster. Her fur was full of different color streaks, produced by dye. She wore a spike bracelet on each paw's wrist, along with a sweatband. She narrowed her eyes, full of dark colored eye shadow.

"What is it this time?" Bijou asked, eyeing the punk hamster and sighing. That girl always had problems.

The hamster made her way next to Bijou. "My damn owner abandoned me. Damnit. That's the third one. Grr..."

"Calm down Pashmina!" Bijou exclaimed. "I'll help you find a home. If I can..." she muttered in disgust. "And stop cussing!" she snapped. Geez, that stupid hamster could get on her nerves sometimes.

Pashmina looked over at the other hamster, still rapidly digging through his stuff. "Darn, what's his problem?"

"STOP!" Bijou yelled, hating her fellow Ham-Ham's close-to cussing. "Gosh!" She said, getting frustrated. She asked nicely...at least she thought.

"Shut up you stupid punk," the huge hamster yelled, in fury. He had a short temper. He threw a broken beer bottle at her, just barely missing her. "Gosh Pashmina!" he exclaimed. He looked over at Bijou lovingly. "Now, sweetheart, that punk hamster won't bother you anymore."

Bijou rolled her eyes. "Boss I am NOT your sweetheart." She said, trying to get her voice to sound American. "Don't you EVER call me that!"

Boss sighed and started cussing to himself. "Come on Bijou! Give your rap dog a chance!" he begged, seating himself next to her.

She held her noise. Boss had a stupid body odor...a very unpleasant one. She moved down a seat. "Err....no." she simply answered, looking back at Pashmina.

Pashmina laughed. "Ha ha! Gosh damn hamster can't even get himself a date!"

"Stop cussing!" Bijou exclaimed again.

Boss threw another beer bottle at her. "Yeah you bitch!"

"BOSS!" Bijou said aggravated. "Gosh! Stop okay!?"

Pashmina frowned. "Fine." She said to Bijou, turning away. "Bitch." She muttered.

"Sorry baby," Boss said.

"Grr...I'm not your sweetie, honey, or baby!" Bijou said to Boss, still annoyed.

"Then what are you sugar cakes?" Boss asked, sweetly.

"I'm JUST Bijou!" the white hamster said. "No, I will NOT date you, I NEVER will! You're disgraceful. You're over weight and you smell like dirty gym socks. Your house's a mess and I can't TAKE being around you! I HATE you!" She let out, panting at the end. She covered her mouth, realizing what she just said.

"Oh Bijou are YOU in trouble," Pashmina said with a smirk.

Boss stood shock struck from the outburst. Bijou? Hating him? He looked upset. "I-I..." he shuddered and immediately left the clubhouse...maybe never to be heard from again.

Pashmina held her nose. "Gosh this place smells like a gym locker."

The doors to the clubhouse opened once again, letting in two gay lovers, holding hands. Who was it? It was no other than Howdy and Dexter.

Pashmina burst out laughing. "Look...it's the gay ones!"

"Shut the heck up Pashmina," Howdy said in his Western accent. "Me 'n my sweet Dexy here have plans for gettin' married this October." He finished.

Dexter smiled fondly at Howdy, and they took a seat next to each other. Bijou looked disgusted. Getting married? To each other? They were both men for Pete's sake!

"You two are so gay," Pashmina said, looking away.

"Aren't you a little..." Bijou hesitated. "Young for marriage?"

"We're in love; we won't be affected by a thing. Will we Howdy?" Dexter asked, staring deeply into Howdy's eyes.

"No won't Dexter." Howdy said staring back.

Bijou looked sick. "Could you err..." she hesitated. "Do that somewhere else?"

"Sure," Howdy said taking Dexter's hand. "Let's go into our love den,"

"Oh Howdy you're TOO much!" Dexter exclaimed following.

Now Bijou looked ever worse. "Ohmigosh," she said, about to throw up.

"Yeah I know," Pashmina said. "It's so disgusting."

The two watched the couple leave. But that was nothing to what was to happen next. The door swung open and in ran an orange hamster with brown stripes. She looked shocked, and horrified. "Ohmigosh!" she exclaimed. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh!"

"What's wrong?" Bijou asked.

"Oh gosh! I can't believe it! I screwed up big time!" she said, about to burst into tears.

"What's wrong Sandy?" Pashmina asked, confused.

"I'm pregnant that's wrong!" Sandy exclaimed. "Oh gosh! Me and Maxwell had too much fun! Shit...just shit!" She started crying.

"Ohmigosh Sandy," Bijou said, patting the poor hamster's back. "You're married right?"

"No we're only engaged, but Maxwell's totally going to abandon me after he finds out." Sandy started crying even louder. "I'm such a idiot. I can't believe I did that, I just can't believe it."

"He's the father right?" Pashmina asked.

"Well yeah, who else?" Sandy said, still crying her eyes out. "I don't wanna be a teenage mom!"

"You have to tell Maxwell this," Bijou said with a concern look on her face.

Pashmina nodded. "Yeah. You just gotta."

Sandy sobbed even louder. "I don't wanna tell Maxwell! I don't ever. I don't ever wanna face him, I want my Mommy!" she cried.

"Take a chill pill Sandy," Pashmina said, with a concerned voice. "You need to calm down."

"THE PILL DOESN'T WORK!" Sandy screamed, banging her head down the table.

"Well yeah, there's no such thing as a chill-" Pashmina was interrupted.

"Not the chill pill Birth Control!" Sandy cried. "I've been taking it for over six months and it didn't work. It just didn't!" she sobbed.

Bijou's eyes widen. All these problems...all happened to her friends. This was unbelievable. Just unbelievable. What was Maxwell going to say? What happened to the happy lives they once live? Why was all this happening? It was overwhelming. But there was more to that...

Pashmina sighed. "Calm down Sandy, you just gotta calm down."

"I wanna die!" the orange hamster exclaimed.

"No you don't," Bijou said in a comforting manner. "Things'll get better."

"I made the biggest mistake of my life!" Sandy said. "Things WON'T get better. I'm killing myself...that's official." She ran out of the clubhouse still in tears.

Bijou sat in shock. Sandy? Killing herself? Hopefully she was kidding. Pashmina saw it too. It was unbelievable. Sandy was worse than her.

The two sat there, over-whelmed. All these problems...it was horrible. Just horrible. They sat alone, watching the morning suddenly turn into afternoon.

A Final Note: Thanks for reading! Reviews would be appreciated. Sorry for spelling and grammer mistakes if there are any.