A/N--- Thanks for the suggestion of spending more time on the latter part of the chapter, Midnight-Pixie. I added a bit more stuff to it. And as for washing the pants better, I need them dirty for the rest of the story. You'll see later..
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
DarkenedEyes77- Thanks for reviewing! Yay people liked it!
Elephantsrocmysox- Yay more people liked it :-)
Riza-4789- Yeah, I plan to read them when I finish these other books that I'm in the middle of.
Caryl- OK, I'm going to go in the order from the first book. Yay people think it's funny :-)
MIDNIGHT-PIXIE- Yeah, I'm going to make them wash the pants.
nobody's listenin'- Well, you're probably not reading this, 'cause you obviously didn't like the first chapter, but I'll write this just in case you are. I appreciate your honesty. Most people would just not review if they didn't like a story, or lie and say that they did. Heck, that's what I would do. And, as Stan Laurel said, 'Honesty is the best politics.'
bellamegs- Sorry you didn't like it.
Spacegrace- Yay! More people think it's funny :-D
katmiester- Glad you liked it. I will read the other books in the series at some point, but I'm not gonna wait until then to write this fanfic. I mean, I'm not trying to make this a masterpiece or anything.. I'm just trying to make it funny, not accurate. Unless something HUGE happened in either the second or third book, like, I don't know, one of the girls dies or something, I don't think it'll really make much difference to this fanfic whether I know what happens in them or not.
Riza-4789- Glad you liked my second chapter : D
Chapter 2
The girls looked at Carmen as though she had just sprouted another head. "Are you crazy? We can't wear those pants! They're all moldy and gross!", said Tibby.
"I know," said Carmen, "but it's a tradition. (A/N- Tradition! Tradition! Do-de-do-do. Tradition! Tradition.. sorry, I have that song from Fiddler stuck in my head.)We've been doing it for three years already, we can't just stop doing it now. So, who wants them first?" There was a chorus of "not me"'s. "Well, someone has to get them." There was a long pause. "Well, if no one's volunteering, then let's draw names out of a hat."
"Can't we at least wash them first?", said Lena.
"I guess we can.", said Carmen. "Not that I think it would do much, anyway. But we can try."
So, the girls went down to Carmen's basement, where the washing machine was. They put the pants in, put in some detergent, and pressed the 'on' button. They waited a half hour. They were waiting. Bridget said, "So, now that we're breaking the rule by washing them, are we allowed to say 'phat' while in the pants?"
Carmen, Lena, and Tibby gave Bridget a look. She quickly shut up.
A half-hour later, they took out the pants and put them in the drier. They waited another half-hour. Then the moment came, the moment that they had all been waiting for. They took the pants out of the machine. They looked at the pants. Most of the mold was gone, but they were still slightly discolored. They still reeked of mildew, but not quite as bad as before. They could now make out little bits of the things that they had written about their previous summers.
"So," said Carmen, "let's pick a name out of a hat to see who's getting the pants first." So, the girls cut four slips of paper, and wrote their names upon them. They put them in a hat. Lena pulled out a slip of paper. She uncrumpled it, and read the name.
"Oh crap", she said. "Crap, crap, crap!"
"What? Who is it?", Bridget wanted to know.
She handed Bridget the scrap of paper, which had 'Lena' written on it.
"Oh", Bridget said.
"I don't want the pants!", Lena whined. "They're.. they're.. they're yucky!"
"Too bad", said Carmen. "You're taking them."
"NOOOO! Don't make me!"
"I know that they're still sort of moldy, but.. it's a tradition.. please Leny? Pleeeease?" At that point she gave Lena the puppy-dog eyes.
"Well", Lena began. "Sigh... I guess.. I guess I'll take them."
"Yay!", the other three girls said in unison. "Don't worry Lena, I'm sure you'll still look great in them. You always look great.", Carmen reassured her.
Lena smiled. "Thanks." Then she frowned. "The pants are kinda gross though.."
Tibby glared at Lena. "Just shut up! If you keep arguing, then nothing's gonna happen. And if nothing happens, then the readers will get bored. And if the reader's get bored... they might not review!"
Lena gasped. "Not review? No! No.. that can't happen.. I... I'll stop arguing and take the pants, I promise." (A/N- I know that whole thing was kind of stupid.. what am I saying, 'kind of'? It was really stupid, but I just needing to get her to stop arguing. Anyways, this is parody. I'm allowed to do stuff like that in parody, right? Of course right. I really have Fiddler on my mind tonight :-) )
They quickly forgot about that brief OOC moment, 'cause that's what characters do in parodies. They started talking about the exciting places that they were all going. They talked for quite a long time. Then Bridget glanced at her wristwatch. "Look at the time. I'd better get going."
"I'd better go too", said Tibby. "Bye."
"Me too", said Lena. The girls all gathered together for a group hug. "Bye," said Carmen, tearfully. "I'll miss you guys."
10 minutes later, they had all said their good-byes and were on their way to the airport. Lena had the pants in her suitcase, and was still thinking about how she did not want them. But too bad for her.
If I take a while on the next chapter, I have to study for the math A regents, so I don't have that much time to write. Sigh.. regents are a pain in the neck.