All Thangs Just Keep Getting Better For Erik
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Hey! Sorry for the long wait. A little thing called 'school' got in the way. Bleh. Please read and review. Have fun!
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Ted rolled his eyes. "Sheesh." He said, clambering out of his... er- bed. As he walked out of the room, he muttered to Kyan. "Rock soup. Not a lot of flavor."
Kyan shook his head melancholically. "Not a lot of patience either."
"Or class..." Thom added.
Erik turned the other cheek when he heard Kyan's and Ted's comments, but with Thom's, he took a great stride and eyed him maliciously.
"What was that, monsieur?" he mouthed sardonically.
"Well..." shrugged Thom.
"How dare you call me a ruffian!" he bellowed hotly. "You pompous, arrogant, insolent twit!!! Why. WHY?! Why, I—"
Erik was cut short by a tutting Carson, who stood with his hands on his hips at the door. "Well." He observed. "Is that how a gentleman should act?"
He walked into the room. Erik rolled his eyes. "Let's say, that, Mister... Whatever... Okay, so, let's pretend that it was that little dear, Christine, who made that comment?" he related. "What then? Huh? Huh? It's her opinion, isn't it? So... Whatcha gonna do, Mr. High-and-Mighty?"
Erik groaned exasperatedly. "Well, Christine's a lady..."
Now, it was Carson's turn to eye Erik maliciously. "So what makes us any different?"
"Yeah!" supplied Thom.
"Would you just leave me alone?" he huffed after a grueling second. Unable to think of a reply, he stormed into the living room. Remembering the use of his good sheets, he locked himself in his den.
Once Erik was out of earshot, Carson cried, "Yay! Party!" The Fab Five continued their work on Erik's large room, save for Jai, who was handling the crewmen and the other people filming their segments, and Carson, who was ransacking Erik's closet.
Carson stood in front of two large doors that most likely led to a walk-in closet. He bit his nails anxiously... Well, just lightly chewing on them, because it's a big no-no to do so. Thom stood beside him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm scared." He replied plainly. A look of genuine worry was on his face.
"At least the closet doors are nice..." commented Thom, running his hands over the ornate designs on the door. Carson rolled his eyes.
"Okay. Number 1, it's too tacky. The designs are too intricate, making these hard to clean... Ooh, and party central for dust..." he said as he ran his fingers down one looping carved on the edge. "And Number 2... I'm scared too..."
Carson sighed and decided to get it over with. He held on to the dark gold knobs, twisted them, and threw the doors open. Neither Thom nor Carson moved for two whole minutes.
Thom blinked. "Where are his clothes?"
Carson slowly raised his arm and pointed to the seemingly endless abyss of blackness. "There..."
Thom squinted. "Oh..." he clapped Carson's shoulder and wished him luck. He then went to explore the rest of Erik's abode.
Carson sighed. "To boldly go where no homo has gone before..." He clenched his hands into a fist, one in the air, and one on his waist. "Wooosh...!"
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Another short chapter, noh? Oh well. I'll upload Chapter Five soon. Please review. I really appreciate them, and they inspire me to update, despite my failing Science grade. Oh and if you flame me, I'll write more and watch you spaz. evil laughter Oh well. 'Til we meet again! flies away
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!!
Hey! Sorry for the long wait. A little thing called 'school' got in the way. Bleh. Please read and review. Have fun!
!!
Ted rolled his eyes. "Sheesh." He said, clambering out of his... er- bed. As he walked out of the room, he muttered to Kyan. "Rock soup. Not a lot of flavor."
Kyan shook his head melancholically. "Not a lot of patience either."
"Or class..." Thom added.
Erik turned the other cheek when he heard Kyan's and Ted's comments, but with Thom's, he took a great stride and eyed him maliciously.
"What was that, monsieur?" he mouthed sardonically.
"Well..." shrugged Thom.
"How dare you call me a ruffian!" he bellowed hotly. "You pompous, arrogant, insolent twit!!! Why. WHY?! Why, I—"
Erik was cut short by a tutting Carson, who stood with his hands on his hips at the door. "Well." He observed. "Is that how a gentleman should act?"
He walked into the room. Erik rolled his eyes. "Let's say, that, Mister... Whatever... Okay, so, let's pretend that it was that little dear, Christine, who made that comment?" he related. "What then? Huh? Huh? It's her opinion, isn't it? So... Whatcha gonna do, Mr. High-and-Mighty?"
Erik groaned exasperatedly. "Well, Christine's a lady..."
Now, it was Carson's turn to eye Erik maliciously. "So what makes us any different?"
"Yeah!" supplied Thom.
"Would you just leave me alone?" he huffed after a grueling second. Unable to think of a reply, he stormed into the living room. Remembering the use of his good sheets, he locked himself in his den.
Once Erik was out of earshot, Carson cried, "Yay! Party!" The Fab Five continued their work on Erik's large room, save for Jai, who was handling the crewmen and the other people filming their segments, and Carson, who was ransacking Erik's closet.
Carson stood in front of two large doors that most likely led to a walk-in closet. He bit his nails anxiously... Well, just lightly chewing on them, because it's a big no-no to do so. Thom stood beside him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm scared." He replied plainly. A look of genuine worry was on his face.
"At least the closet doors are nice..." commented Thom, running his hands over the ornate designs on the door. Carson rolled his eyes.
"Okay. Number 1, it's too tacky. The designs are too intricate, making these hard to clean... Ooh, and party central for dust..." he said as he ran his fingers down one looping carved on the edge. "And Number 2... I'm scared too..."
Carson sighed and decided to get it over with. He held on to the dark gold knobs, twisted them, and threw the doors open. Neither Thom nor Carson moved for two whole minutes.
Thom blinked. "Where are his clothes?"
Carson slowly raised his arm and pointed to the seemingly endless abyss of blackness. "There..."
Thom squinted. "Oh..." he clapped Carson's shoulder and wished him luck. He then went to explore the rest of Erik's abode.
Carson sighed. "To boldly go where no homo has gone before..." He clenched his hands into a fist, one in the air, and one on his waist. "Wooosh...!"
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Another short chapter, noh? Oh well. I'll upload Chapter Five soon. Please review. I really appreciate them, and they inspire me to update, despite my failing Science grade. Oh and if you flame me, I'll write more and watch you spaz. evil laughter Oh well. 'Til we meet again! flies away
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