Yay! People still love me! Ok, here's the 7th chapter!
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Quote of the Day:
Hawkeye (overwhelmed with work): My kingdom for an intelligent octopus!
What The Hell Is Going On?Chapter 7
The Sleepover Part 1
The next morning, which was a beautiful Saturday, I wasn't as sick, and I found myself back in the game room (I was now dressed in a white tank top and black bicycling shorts), only this time I was playing Final Fantasy 10.
Well, not really playing. More like drooling over Tidus. He may be stupid, but he was damn HOT!
Hawkeye and Trapper were over in the corner, on the computer, reading fanfictions on They had the most horrified expressions on their faces, most likely from all the slash stories.
I think the whole 'Hawkeye-Sim-and-Trapper-Sim-in-bed-together' thing kinda made them a little paranoid.
Every once in awhile, they would ask questions like, "Who's BJ?" or, "Who's Potter?" and "What do they mean, Klinger stopped wearing dresses?!!"
I merely smiled mysteriously.
Then Hawkeye and Trapper got an idea. They decided that they wanted to join and write their own stories.
I (at that moment, I had been taking a sip of coke) snorted coke out of my nose and started choking.
"Come again?" I gasped.
"We wanna join!" they whined.
I tried arguing, but it was no use. They wanted to join.
I let them use my e-mail. What were their pennames?
Hawkeye: LoverofWomen216
Trapper: PrankMasterofKorea369
Me?:. . . Wouldn't YOU like to know?
Trapper started to type--- well, actually he pushed the buttons with his finger, since he didn't know how to type. He wrote a story about Ferret Face.
It was called, Ferret Face's Worst Day.
I'm pretty sure you can guess what it's about.
Hawkeye wasn't sure what he wanted to write about, so he watched me 'play' FFX. That's when I got a phone call.
From my friend, Cindy.
I'd forgotten that every Saturday, we spent the night at each other's houses with a few of our other girlfriends. Today, it was Cindy's turn to spend the night at my house.
Shit.
"Hey, Cindy," I said when I got the phone. "What's up?"
My eyes widened.
"Oh, the sleepover!"
"No, of course it's still on, but. . ."
"No, Mark's not here, but he'll be here in a few days. . ."
"Of course there's nothing wrong!"
"Yeah, I know. . ."
"Sorry, I was sick. . ."
"How 'bout 5:00?"
"I have a few, um, relatives visiting, so. . ."
"Alright girl. . . See ya then."
I turned to the boys. "I'm having a sleepover tonight—and YOU guys are the guests of honor."
Around 5:00, the girls arrived. There was Cindy, brown-haired, green-eyed Annabelle, platinum blonde-haired, blue-eyed Brittany, black-haired, hazel- eyed Jenny, and Jess, our friend who came from the Philippines when she was a baby.
We exchanged hugs, and then Margaret came in. (For the record, she was unhappy about this sleepover because she thought I was still to sick, but I argued that I'd be breakin' a tradition.)
"Hey, Vicky, this a relative?" Jenny asked, pointing to Hot Lips.
I took a breath. Lies, don't fail me now!
"Uh, yeah, everyone! This is my Aunt Maggie!" I said cheerfully (she glared at me murderously).
Margaret was immediately pulled into and array of hugs and compliments, because we treat each other's family like our own.
"Oh, it's so nice to meet you!"
"I love your hair!"
"How old are you? 24, 25? You can't possibly be old enough to be Vicky's aunt!"
"You look very nice in that sweater!"
Margaret looked slightly dazed and very roughed up when she emerged. I dragged my friends into the living room, where the rest of the MASH crew were, doing what most of them did best—drinking.
"Everybody, I want you to meet my friends" I said, then introduced everyone, pointing to them at turn. "This is Cindy, that's Annabelle. . . Um, Brittany, Jess, and that's Jenny!"
"Hi!" the girls chorused, and they started giggling. Can you blame them? The males of the MASH crew are pretty good looking for their age—except Frank, of course.
I started introducing my family:
"Um. . . This is my Uncle Ben, but I call him Hawkeye, and this is his brother, um, Uncle John, but I call him Trapper. . . This is my other Uncle, Henry, my second cousin that I call Father Mulchay, 'cause he's a priest. . . That's my not so favorite Uncle Frank, he's the one scowling. . . You've met Aunt Maggie, and then there's—"
I was interrupted because the girls found Radar. They went ballistic.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" the girls screamed. They pulled him over to the couch and sat around him. Here were their comments:
"He's SO cute!"
"What's your name cutie?"
"What's his name, Vick?"
"I LOVE YOUR GLASSES!"
"Where've you been hiding?"
"How old are you?"
"Are you single?"
"GOD YOU'RE HOT!"
Poor Radar. . .
I'll post the next part of the sleepover later. I've got work to do. Hope ya liked this chapter! See ya!