Summary: The girls in pants lose the magic pants—AND THEIR OWN!
Warning: Only for those who aren't going to kill us for taking the innocence of the four girls--- WITHOUT PANTS!
Disclaimer: No, we don't one the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants—THANK GOD! ahem OF COURSE IT WAS A GOOD BOOK! cough cough
It was a bright, sunny night in Naibsel Apartment Complex in Naibsel, Maryland. Inside of one of the fateful apartments, a brunette of great beauty was a cooking Greek dinner in her kitchen. She was wearing a brown suede skirt with a sky blue tee-shirt that showed off her nose, as well as small brown sandals. The apartment was shared with her three other friends.
The front door slammed open, and a girl of boy-cut brown hair in a loose green shirt and baggy jeans yelled, "Lena, Carmen, Bee, I'm HOME!"
"Hey, Tibby," the brown haired cook smiled, "Bridgette's still at soccer practice, and Carmen's at work."
"Oh," the blue-eyed girl sighed. It had been Tibby that forced all of her friends to join together to get and apartment. They had just graduated from college.
Tibby had become a film maker an interestingly rated films, film maker. Lena was a home maker, who modeled on the side. Bridgette had become a professional soccer player. Carmen had become a nurse.
The dor slammed open. A blonde girl in short blue short shorts and a white skin-tight tee-shirt screamed, "I'm HOME!"
"Hey, hey, Bee!" Tibby squealed, running to her to hug her, smashing her into herself. It was a really hard hug, where you get smashed into the person you're hugging.
"Hey, Tibs," Bridgette smiled, turning toward Lena, she yelled, "What are we eating?"
"Food that is good for beauty," Lena said.
"I'm home!" a curved Hispanic beauty in a short hosipital nurse dress cried out.
"Hey, Carma!" Lena smiled as Tibby did one of her creepy hugs to poor Carmen.
"Carmen, aren't you supposed to be wearing the pants this week?" Bridgette said.
"No," Carmen said, "Tibby's supposed to have them."
"No," Tibby said, "Lena's supposed to have them."
"No," Lena said, "It's Bridgette."
"WHO HAS THE PANTS!" Tibby screamed.
Silence came over the group.
"Well, it's not any of us," Bridgette said.
"TO THE PANTS ROOM!" Tibby cried, leading the girls down their small hallway to the biggest room in the house, that was dedicated to the pants. This room was given up to be devoted to the pants. All of the girls slept in the small room. Throwing open the lid to where the pants were kept, Tibby gasped at the nothing that was there.
"N-n-NOOOOOOOOOO!"