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Disclaimer- I don't own Art. Everything else is mine! Muwhehehehe! P
((A/N: Okee dokee, this chapter revolves around bob, and only Bob, it kind of sucks, but hey, I never claimed to be a good writer. Hmmm, the idea seamed funny at the time, oh, well.))
Response to a couple of reviews:
Aerin: Thanks for the suggestion, but I had a sudden inspiration of another sort for Bob.
Spectra16: Um…who the hell is Anna?
Nicole: What's so creepy?
Kngsleby: Now you know.
Oceanchild: I'm no genius! I'm just really bored.
Trinity Day: first off- I found you're review to be rude. So I'll ignore it. Second off- don't say first off unless you're going to follow it up with something.
ON WITH THE SHOW: -
Bob was odd at first sight; he was thin, with gangly arms and legs. He had long rainbow bangs and thick brown hair behind that. His favorite outfit consisted of an orchid turtle neck sweater and a pair of neon-green pants. His house was fancy, it was like walking into a freaking' opera house or something. # Jesus, mother decorated this place like there's no tomorrow! But I still don't get the Japanese theme. Our family's always been from England. #
He had gotten off the phone just a little while ago, he'd been talking to his Irish sweetheart, Arty. #God, he hates that nickname. Heh. # He had the flue and had been visiting Mr. Toilet a lot lately, so naturally he was complaining to Arty-boy.
Bob shuffled slowly down the dark hallway, time for his medicine. #Bah. Cherry flavored earwax is more like it. #
The sudden glare of the bathroom light blinded him. He stumbled into the colossal bathroom and headed straight for the bathroom cabinet, still blinded, he reached into the cabinet for his medicine. He felt a bottle and decided that was it. Unknown to him, he had picked out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Bobby boy felt like shit, so it seamed only appropriate to gulp a couple of swings down. Yes, he really was that sick. The next thing you knew he was swaggering around and looking at himself in the mirror thinking, "I'm one sexy bitch, man."
He wobbled out of the bathroom and saw a picture of a ninja his mother had put up one the wall. "Hey! It's my Ary!" (Yes, he really did say Ary.) Then he grabbed one of his mother's precious sticks of bamboo and started dancing around stripper-style.
His little brother decided to stop watching from his hiding place on the stairs and go to their parents bedroom, Their mother wasn't home and he wanted to try on her make up while he had the chance- I guess some things run in the family.
((A/N- Wow, that sucked o))