And here we are with a disclaimer (again): We don't own it.
Na: Scooby dooby doo, where are you . . . that film rocks. Both of them rock!
F456: here's the story.
Chapter Six: the morning after the night before.
Again the next morning was another day that dawned nice and early for the SSX competitors . . . not that they cared, as Sandy snuggled back down to what she thought was Psymon. She frowned with her eyes closed thinking that Psymon had way more muscles than the skinny person she was with now. Opening her darkish blue eyes, she yawned, sat up and then looked around the room.
It was trashed; funny, her room wasn't like this, it was normally kept clean. Even Psymon wasn't that much of a pig . . . speaking of that twat she turned her blonde haired head around and her mouth gaped open. "JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wha?" Griff said opening in eyes.
Sandy stared in horror at the sight before her, there was Griff right in the middle with boxers on, and around him was her, next to her was Kaori, and Allegra and the other side of Griff was Elise, Marisol and Zoë all sleeping peacefully.
Griff soon realising it was Sandy in front of him, his face turned from sleepy to happy, as he couldn't help but go, "hey Sandy!! Nice rack!!!"
"HOLY FUCK!!!!" She yelled again realising she was naked and this, being as loud as her voice could go, woke up the others.
Griff looked around more at the sight realising he had every girl on the circuit in his bed apart from Alex. "Oh wow!!! Now I know how Psymon feels!!"
"Shut up you!!" Zoë said, scrambling out of his bed trying to find her clothes. "You're gonna die, Simmons!"
"Why? I'm not the one who slept with a twelve year-old!! I'm gonna tell Nate!!!" With that he ran outta the room.
"SIMMONS!!!" Yelled Elise.
Kaori burst into tears.
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Moby Jones meanwhile was perfectly comfortable with his head laid on two squishy pillows. Opening his dark brown eyes, he yawned and raised his head before taking a look around his room, what he didn't notice until turning around and seeing a peaceful looking Alex was that he hadn't been sleeping on pillows. "Ack." He said for lack of a better word.
Alex yawned and opened her eyes. "Morning Moby . . . MOBY!!!!!!"
"Heh heh, hey there love," Moby said
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Psymon meanwhile was walking around the lodge pissed out of his head. Why? Well that was simple, he spent the whole fucking night getting Sandy pissed then couldn't find her when he wanted to fuck her! All thoughts of a kinky Sandy leaving his head when he heard a scream from around the corner.
Poking his head around the wall he saw Alex storm out of Moby's room, totally pissed and as red as a balloon. Psymon smirked; so maybe getting people drunk last night wasn't a total waste after all. Shrugging it off, he walked down the lodge stairs for breakfast. What he saw in the kitchen was a very vampiric very pissed off very embarrassed looking Brit.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?" He asked Sandy.
"Nothing." She spat. Psymon knew better than to piss her off further so he just grabbed some rice crispies, sat down next to her and ate them dry. Next thing that happened was Moby walking in to the room, Psymon snorted and tried to stifle laughter.
Moby looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you, mate?"
"Nothing." Psymon said sniggering.
Sandy raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Moby yawned. "Tired Mobs?" She inquired
"Oh yeah." Psymon interrupted, "He had a very tiring night."
Moby's eyes went wide as he realised Psymon knew. "You tosser!" He cried before Psymon burst into laughter, of course watching Alex walk in next was too much for Psy as he burst into maniacal laughter, banging his head on the table. Sandy dismissed this as normal as she looked at Alex and Moby. "What's the matter with him?" She said, "What did you do last nigh Moby? Shag someone?"
This was too much for Psy as tears formed in eyes from the laughter, the colour drained on Moby and Alex's faces, as even Sandy couldn't help but snigger. "You.... two.... didn't?" There was no answer, and Sandy burst into laughter.
"Piss off!!" Alex cried.
"HEY SANDY!!!" Griff yelled coming in. This time the colour on Sandy's face drained. "I've decided I'm gonna tell everyone at once!"
"What?" Moby asked
"Why you little shit-" Sandy said jumping over the table to get at Griff. The twelve-year-old laughed and ran off as everybody else walked into the room.
"Ah, chica, I need water." Marisol said
"What, to get that taste outta your mouth?" Zoë spat angrily. "Where is that little fucker anyway?"
"Sandy's killing him." Kaori answered sitting next to Mac.
Elise, Marisol, Zoë and Allegra answered together. "Good!"
Brodi raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he went back to his cereal. Next moment Griff ran back in with Sandy on his heels. "Touch me and I'll tell!!" He warned her.
"You little son of a-" She hissed.
"Tell what?" Nate inquired.
"I slept with all of them 'cept Alex last night!" Griff said. Sandy slapped a hand to her face.
There was a silence . . .. "You were with that little fucker last night." Psymon said.
"No way, how the fuck could he bed the whole lot of you?" Nate said
"One word Logan and I will murder you hear me?" Zoë warned.
"You accuse me of fucking Mobs when you were shagging that little booger!!!!!" Alex yelled "YOU HYPOCRITE!!"
"I DID NOT FUCK HIM!!" Sandy yelled
"I do not believe this." Brodi said, "That little blonde haired twelve year-old woke up with you six?"
"Yep!" Griff said happily.
"Kill him." Psymon stated.
Fortunately for Griff Sandy stood up and stopped the boys from harming him. "Uh.... aren't we forgetting someone, Mr. Brains and Strength?"
"What?" Psymon said.
"JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ah." Psymon said "Him."
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"You lot! I hate you all! Why can't you be normal? Why can't you just let me do my job in peace! When are you going to let me down?!" Rahzell screamed as everybody walked outside and looked up.
"Calm down, Michael Fish, you're making it cold out here," Alex stated, shivering as the cold air blew around them.
"You bastards! If I didn't mean what I said yesterday, I do now! No boarding for two months! I mean it! You deserved it, the lot of you! Now get me down, or there'll be no boarding for three months. HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! LET ME DOWN!!!"
The entire group had started walking back inside. "You see," Psymon said, His head sticking out of the door. "We don't board, you don't get down. Have fun,"
He shut the door. "STARK!!!!! FINE! YOU THINK I CAN'T GET DOWN BY MYSELF? Oh, I'll get down, and there'll be no boarding for four months!"
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Three and a half months later.
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I wanna board!"
"We know,"
"I WANNA BOARD!!!!"
"WE KNOW, SANDY!"
The entire group was sitting in the living room, either reading magazines, painting their fingernails, losing to Yoshi on Mario Kart, ranting to the group and pacing up and down (main purpose: to wear a rut in the floor and make Rahzell fall into it) and, in Alex's case, staring absently into space.
"Alex, back me up here," Sandy moaned to her longest friend as she paced past her. Alex didn't respond. "Ally, backy uppy herey. ALEXANDRA ELIZABETH TAYLOR, ARE YOU FRICKING LISTENING TO ME OR NOT?!"
This jerked Alex out of her trance. "What was that, Sand?"
"I said, back me up," Sandy moaned.
"On what?"
"Er . . .. Rahzell is an asshole, ya?"
Alex rolled her eyes. "Is that it? Ok, I back you up. Jeez, Sand, I think a complete stranger would back you up,"
"Well, there's no need to get bitchy,"
"There's every need to get bitchy, Sandy Amanda Thomas!" Alex snapped. She stood up and grabbed her demin jacket off the back of her chair. "I'm going out," she said, picking up the car keys from the sideboard.
"Wait a minute, we're not allowed to-" Brodi started, but the door slammed, cutting him off.
There was a stunned silence for a second. Marisol rolled her eyes. "That time of the month, chica." She smirked. "Must be a little annoyed that she's been piling on a few pounds, if I'm not mistaken,"
This comment was lost on most of the group. Sandy took time out of moaning about Rahzell and his stupid ban to put two and two together, but she'd hoped she'd come up with five. Finding it pointless to make any meaningful eye contact with the oblivious Moby, she looked Brodi in the eye and found he was thinking the same thing.
Suddenly Griff snorted. "Her middle name is Elizabeth? You learn something new everyday,"
"After her grandmother," Brodi and Sandy said simultaneously, having grown up with Alex.
Griff rounded on Sandy. "Your middle is Amanda?!"
"Laugh it up, fuzzball," Sandy snarled. She composed herself and started inspecting her nails. "There's nothing wrong with Amanda,"
"Except for the fact it was our great-aunt's name," Brodi pointed out. Sandy glared at him.
"You can't talk, Winston,"
The whole group burst out laughing at the same time.
"Y-you're middle n-name is w-Winston!? Aha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ha!" Psymon laughed.
"Our great uncle, if I remember correctly,"
"Sandy! You swore you'd never tell!" Brodi shouted. Sandy shrugged.
"It was my trump card,"
"You used your trump card as a comeback for that?" Elise asked.
"It doesn't matter, there are more important things to talk about," Sandy replied.
"Like what?" Kaori asked.
"Like . . . the fact I'm going out," Sandy replied, grabbing her coat.
Taking the hint, Brodi jumped up too. "I'm coming! So are you, Mobs,"
"Wha-?" Moby asked, before Brodi grabbed him and dragged him out, sandy following. For the second time, the door slammed.
"Oh, piffle," Griff said. "Yoshi kicked my ass,"
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The Pentagon.
"We can't allow these creatures to stay in human society! Who knows what they could do to us!" one man said to group of others, all sat around a round table.
"We don't even know what power they have over us!" another said.
"They could get into our minds!"
"Or even worse, our banks!"
"Then something must be done. When will the troops be ready to move in?"
"Two weeks,"
"Good. It's time for some action against these freaks,"
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Dun, dun, dun! Oooooooo. . . the plot. . . emerges!
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