Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven.
That Darn Whistle
"And he didn't even let us eat breakfast. A glass of water, that's it," Ruthie complained to Peter.
From downstairs, they heard the faint sound of a whistle being blown.
"Aahh!" Ruthie screamed, pulling at her hair. "His stupid whistles! I put the first one in the garbage disposal, so what does he do? Pull another one out of thin air! So I throw that one in the gutter, but he just keeps blowing! It's driving me mad!"
Crazy. Peter shook his head. This school project was never going to get finished. He glanced at Ruthie and slowly started to speak, "So, um, about this project…"
"My grandfather is trying to KILL me and you want to talk about school?"
"Ruthie, dear, those toilets don't shine. Hop to it," the Colonel said, entering the bathroom."
He turned to Peter, "Young man, I let you in, but I won't have you distracting Ruthie from her work. Either help or leave."
"Yes, Sir," Peter saluted.
"At-a-boy," the Colonel walked out.
"So, you helping me or what?" Ruthie asked.
"Nope, sorry, Honey, but if we're not working on school stuff, I've gotta go," Peter responded.
Ruthie growled.
"Fine, I'll help," her boyfriend surrendered. The poor boy was whipped at sixteen. "But, I'm not sticking my hands into that toilet." Well, maybe he still had a bit of dignity.
"Oh, yes you are," Ruthie commanded.
Peter looked at her oddly.
"I'm certainly not going to do it," Ruthie said in response to his stare, "I'm waiting for the fun." She grinned, baring all her teeth.
Peter looked at her, still oddly.
"Watch," Ruthie told him, "3, 2, 1…"
"RUTHIE!" a voice called from the first floor of the house.
Ruthie cocked her head to the side and smiled.
Simon came running into the room, "The Colonel told you to leave us alone!"
"It's just honey," Ruthie said innocently.
"In the carpet!" Simon yelled, "Where could you have possibly gotten THAT much of it!"
Ruthie looked down at her nails and said nonchalantly, "I have my ways."
"And just when did you do it?" Simon continued his ranting.
"After Kylie ate, when you and Cecilia were getting her back to sleep."
"Why, you-"
"What's all the screaming about?" the Colonel interrupted.
"Ruthie, why would you do that?" Cecilia asked angrily, storming into the room, holding a screaming Kylie.
"Do what?" Ruthie grinned.
"Don't play dumb just because the Colonel's here now!" Simon shouted.
The Colonel blew his whistle. "Hey! Now, stop that. I said, 'what's all the screaming about?'"
"Ruthie poured honey all over the dining room floor! And SHE will clean it up, won't you!" Simon swung around to glare at Ruthie, who was batting her eyelashes sweetly.
She laughed, a laugh that was actually more like a cackle.
"Yes, she will," the Colonel said, causing the smile on Ruthie's face to immediately die.
"What? Why?" she yelled.
"You have caused enough trouble around here. You're going to finish the bathrooms by yourself, then clean the dining room."
Simon laughed out loud.
"Simon and Cecilia may head into the living room to-"
Kylie cried out, interrupting her great-grandfather.
"-to clean as soon as they get that baby quiet," the Colonel finished, then added, "Young man, you should leave, now."
"Ok. Bye, Ruthie. I'll call you later tonight," Peter caught the look the Colonel was giving him, "or maybe it'll be tomorrow." He ran out of the house.
"Bye," Ruthie called after him. "You traitor," she muttered under her breath.