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B.J: This is monotonous, isn't it?

What The Hell Is Going On?

The Sleepover Part 3

Before we could pick the movie, we had to change into our PJ's and get the pizza. The girls and I went up the stairs. The girls changed in one of the spare bedrooms, while I trudged up to my room (aka the attic).

Now, I personally like my room. Sure the only thing that lights it up is my lamp, but it's not so bad. The walls are painted a nice dark blue color, and my sheets and bedspread have little white dragons and white Japanese signs on them on a black background (however, the sheets are white and the signs and dragons on them are black).

I also have my own computer up there, my dresser, my make-table (which is small, but kinda pulls the room together), and a bunch of anime posters in there too.

When I opened the door, I saw that a bunch of folded clothes were on my bed. I got giddy, because that meant that my favorite pajamas were in there. The contained a black tank-top with a silver dragon on them with silver Japanese signs that meant honor and loyalty on either side of it, and the pants had silver Japanese signs on them that meant honor, loyalty, bravery and love on them.

I was pulling my t-shirt off when Klinger popped his head in.

"KLINGER!" I screamed when I saw him, pulling my shirt down quickly.

"Sorry!" he yelped, quickly retreating. I sighed, and smoothed my shirt. I went and opened the door to see a very embarrassed Klinger and a laughing Hawkeye beside a laughing Trapper, all three leaning against the wall.

"What do ya need?" I asked, my face heating up a little.

"Um, can we have some night clothes?" Klinger mumbled, still highly embarrassed. I blinked, then realized what they meant.

"OH! Um, yeah. . . It's probably not too comfortable sleeping in your clothes and stuff, huh?" I asked, my blush intensifying because of my stupidity.

"Stupid me!" I added, lightly punching the side of my head.

I got all the MASH people together and led them to my parent's bedroom, the one they used when they visited. They still had some clothes and stuff there. I swallowed hard so that I wouldn't cry.

"All right, um. . . There are some clothes in the closet and stuff. . . Um, the men's clothes may be a little bit big cause. . . Well, my dad was a big guy. . ." I mumbled.

"Was?" I heard Margaret (ever the nosy one) ask.

"My parents are dead. Y'know, bye-bye." I snapped. I froze when I realized how mean I sounded.

"Um, sorry." I mumbled, then rushed out. I went back to my room, and changed quickly into my pajamas, listening to Margaret scream at all the men to go change somewhere else. Then it changed to her screaming at Hawkeye and Trapper.

I laughed, and pulled on my lion-slippers (you know, those slippers that have the little animal heads on them).

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my black sleeping bag (one that had a huge silver wolf that appeared to be running down the front), and grabbed my hair brush and some other hair stuff, then headed downstairs to the living room.

And do you know what was happening down there? No, of course you don't. You weren't there. Well, I'll tell you. Klinger was giving the girls clothes advice (A/N: Thank you Kooshball for giving me that idea!).

"And don't EVER wear yellow with pink. Those colors DON'T go together. . ." Klinger was saying.

Frank and Margaret looked thoroughly disgusted, but everyone else (in the MASH crew I mean, save for Klinger) were rolling on the ground laughing.

I cleared my throat. Everyone turned to me, and the girls immediately started blabbering. . . well, this:

"Vicky, you are sooooo lucky!"

"Yeah, you've got, like, the coolest family!"

"A cute cousin. . ."

"An uncle who's a genius on fashion. . ."

"Two hilarious uncles. . ."

"A beautiful aunt. . ." (No, none of the girls are gay, they're just saying that to be nice. . .)

"A cool priest cousin. . ."

"YOU ARE SO LUCKY!"

"God, I wish I was you. . ."

I blushed, rubbing the back of my head.

"Girls, what do you want on your pizza girls?" Granny called from the kitchen.

Our responses:

"PEPPERONI!"

"CHEESE!"

"HAWAIIAN!"

"BACON AND ONION!"

"MEAT LOVERS!"

"ALL THE ABOVE!" (That one was from me, by the way.)

Then it was time for our next tradition; watch American Idol while we did each other's hair. While the men (and my grandfather, who just got back from tending the animals) drank gin, we women (including Klinger) did each other's hair.

I did Jess's, Jen (who had Japanese blood in her) did mine, Klinger did Jen's, Annabelle did Klinger's, Brittany did Annabelle's, and Cindy did Brittany's. Jess did Margaret's.

As a result, Jess's hair was in two French braids, Margaret's was in a nice bun on top of her head, Annabelle's was in a braid that circled around her head, Jen's was three braids that made up another braid, and Brittany's was in corn-rows.

My hair was in two buns on top of my head on either side of it.

The men. . . Well, they were still drinking, and thankfully, not drunk. That could result into some very bad things.

The pizza arrived. We grabbed the boxes and dragged them over to the coffee table.

And then it was time for the movie.

(A/N: Alright, I appreciate all of you who gave me suggestions, but I've never seen the Matrix or any rocky movies, and I haven't seen Grease since I was seven, so that was. . . Seven years ago. Sorry!)

I pulled out the Blair Witch Project. Now, people usually say that it isn't that scary, but for some reason, it scares us.

And I hoped that it would seriously scare us tonight, especially because it was raining and lightning now.

We laid our sleeping bags out (I had told the MASH crew to get some out of the closet, the girls didn't seem to mind that my 'family' would be hanging out with us).

I turned to my 'family', a serious expression on my face.

"This is a true story, with real footage. I hope you can handle it." I said seriously. I winked at my friends and popped it in, fast forwarding until it started. Then we settled around and started munching on our pizza.

So, whatcha think? What will happen? How will the MASH crew react to the movie? Why am I blabbering? Well, please review and tell me what ya think!