This chapter's kind of funny. You'll see why Gretchen told her to wear that dress. It's not exactly... subtle. They kind of get closer...
Anyways, I fail to possess the wealth and fortune that owning a television show such as the brilliant and visionary Recess would bring me, thus it is pretty certain that I do not own the glorious cartoon that is Recess. Also, I don't own Jimmy Neutron, lol, or Spinelli's cousin Vinny.
I should have known. That's all that I can think. I should've known.
Gretch and I bought our dresses. I dunno why I'm mentally describing this, but, hey, if I focus on this, it'll take my brain off of everything else happening. Anyways, her's is teal, sort of straight across the top, and pretty short actually. Yeah, I was surprised too. She's always been so straight-laced.
My dress? Well, it's spaghetti-strapped, kinda low-cut, red, really really bright almost fire-engine red, and long with a slit all the way up to here (can you tell it's long?). Anyways, I get there, and T.J. and Vince are sitting in her living room. Needless to say, I now know why she wanted me to wear this dress.
Anyways, her parents are out of town. Some convention or something. Vince, I can kinda understand that. Not that I want to see him, considering what I'm gonna wind up doing to him at the dance. And T.J., man, don't even get me started!
So those bozos look up, seeing me, naturally, and Vince blinks. He's trying a little too hard to not be interested. Not that I care, anyways. T.J.'s gaping, and I'm starting to get majorly uncomfortable here. Vince and Gretchen take the opportunity to leave the room at this moment, and T.J. walks up to me.
"Uh, hi, Spinelli."
I gulp. There's something really strange about this.
"You look nice."
I look down, embarrassed.
"Thanks."
And then, out of nowhere he puts his hand on my arm. And I'm letting him. It's very surreal. For once in my life, I actually wish that I were my nine-year-old self again. See, something like this wouldn't have bothered my nine-year-old self. T.J.'s really touchy-feely, as in the sense that he touches people a lot, and I've never been like that, and, for some reason, just about every embarrassing thing happened to me, of all people, in fourth grade. Anyways, so, this is really strange. For some reason, I have no idea why; I'm being reminded of Butch's hair streaked white from the terror of a kiss. That's really very funny to think of now.
Anyways, he pulls me to the couch with him. I practically wind up falling on top of him, which is just what I need right now. Seriously, does he have any concept of personal space? He's invading my bubble, you know! Ugh.
"Hey, Spinelli, remember when we beat the crap out of Johnny V?" He replies softly.
How could I forget? He'll always remember to never make out with anyone he's cheating on his girlfriend with in the alleyway outside of Kelso's again. And he'll never forget how it feels to lose your two front teeth. They really were all he wanted for Christmas.
"You kidding, Teej? How could I forget?" I exclaim, smirking.
He looks at me funny.
"You know where we're supposed to sleep?"
I shrug.
"You know where Gretchen and Vince are?"
He shrugs.
"Let's look for them. Okay, we need a flashlight, a whistle, and a pie-" T.J. starts.
I interrupt, "T.J., that's not necessary. We'll just turn on the lights and close our eyes if they're doing something we don't want to see, okay?"
Together we trek down the halls of Gretchen's house, which is kind of creepy at night. You never know what experiment might be lurking in a corner. CRASH! What was that!? I turn to look, realized that it's just T.J., having tripped over some robot or something on the floor.
"Sheesh, Spinelli, why does her house have to be like Jimmy Neutron's basement?" T.J. complains.
I shrug.
"How am I supposed to know, you bonehead? Oh, yeah, she's a scientist, duh!" I retort.
We stumble through the darkness, and T.J. trips over something, bringing me down with him hard on the floor. I swear I heard my spine snap.
"Teej, did you have to kill us?"
He shushes me and creeps forward. Okay, when did we land ourselves in an R.L. Stine book? Seriously, I'd like to know. He's pulling me up, flicking on a light, and, oh great, we're in a closet. I tried to open the door, but then I learned that it was, surprise, surprise, a locked closet. Marvelous. Good thing I brought my cousin Vinny's lucky hairclip with me. I ought to have the lock done in a second. If I could only reach it...
"T.J. Detweiler, do you think you could move?" I question, getting cramped.
T.J. nods in the dim lighting and we switch places. It takes a second or two, but the door's soon open. I peer out and see Vince and Gretchen in the room, glancing surreptitiously at the door. And it's then I realize why they stuck us in that closet. I turn to T.J., smirk forming on my face.
"Teej, they locked us in here, so we're gonna play a little joke on 'em, okay? Just follow my lead," I whisper.
T.J. shrugs, but then nods. I make kissing noises and T.J. follows. I let out a moan, and I'm pretty sure that they're pressed against the wall. T.J. laughs a little, he hears them too.
"Oh, T.J.!" I moan.
T.J. has to fight off a laugh, making more kissing sounds. Finally, when we're both sure that they're pressed up against the door, we push it open, tumbling them unto the floor. We're both cracking up, and it's a nice moment. But Gretchen ruins it by getting up and telling us that there's a bed shortage, because her house, like mine, apparently has only two and the androids are sleeping on the couch. Load of crap, if you ask me. But no one does, so I wind up in the same bed with him. 'Course, I don't want him getting all touchy-feely and grabby, so I set up a pillow barrier.
Ah, sleep, how I've missed it so.
- Loren ;
You know, come to think of it, I do rather appreciate reviews... Because the next chapter is incredibly long and one of my personal favorites. And it's got old characters and semi-new ones and all sorts of fun stuff.