"They've got to get out!" Kaoru hissed between gritted teeth, rage boiling inside her eyes.
Momoko nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but the tomboy cut her off sharply.
"No I mean it, we've said this for the past month, but this time they crossed the line!"
"Wh- what did they do?"
"Miyako was taking a bath, why she didn't lock the door, I have NO idea, but they walked in on her and asked…they asked her--…" The green puff choked on her words, finding the story difficult to tell.
"Yes…" Momoko urged as she nodded her head understandingly.
"They…they asked her how to feed a baby-you know…feeding a baby that way."
Momoko winced. She could almost hear the blonde saying "Well come over here and I'll show you." She knew the boys had to get out, everyday their behavior got worse and worse. And starting last week they had started to act very strange, calm and quiet one moment and the next second, screaming at each other, shouting nonsense.
It was almost like cleaning up a dirty basement. You say that you HAVE to clean it, as the girls said they had to get rid of the rowdy ruff boys. You want to clean it as the girls wanted to get rid of the boys. But you never exactly "get around to it" as the girls never exactly "got around to getting rid of the rowdy ruff boys". And so now, your basement is piled up with crap, and it's basically impossible to clean up, just as now it was basically impossible to get rid of the boys.
Did any of you actually read that? Or did you just stop after the first sentence and skip down back to here. If you did, please go back up and read that, I was trying to make a good point, and for you to just skip my hard work and a whole five minutes of my time put into my thoughts, it upsets me gr—you know you're probably not even reading this…
We're you reading it? If so, raise you left ha- no you OTHER left hand and…OKAY OKAY! I'm getting back to the story, SHEESH!
"At least they stopped drinking so much…" Miyako offered as the three tried to think of a way to "clean up their messy basement".
"But…doesn't that seem a little suspicious?" Momoko asked, just now realizing what she was saying was true.
The boys had stopped drinking so frequently, right around the time where their behavior took sudden climbs and drops. At first the girls assumed it was just hormones, but usually hormones don't make boys start seeing iguanas under the couch.
On top of the ruff's emotional roller coaster, they began to shout random sentences and claimed to see and hear very unusual things. For example, just last Friday, Butch was complaining that the Romans were building an empire on his food. On Monday, Boomer whined that he kept hearing some one playing the American Idol theme song on the CD player. And yesterday, Brick was screaming that some one took his socks, even though they were clearly in the drawer.
Miyako wondered if it was the lack of alcohol that made them this way. Momoko figured that they had just finally snapped, seeing as they never were that smart. Kaoru pushed that it was the amount of pills the boys were swallowing every day due to their "frequent head aches and back aches".
"You know I read one of the pill bottles, and it said 'May cause liver damage if over used'." The tomboy laughed.
The leader opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Boomer dashing into the room and hiding behind his counterpart. The girls could hear Brick and Butch screaming and stomping around up stairs. Suddenly, glass shattered.
"What is going on?" Kaoru demanded.
"Michal Jackson is upstairs in our room, and he's trying to rape us! Make him go away!" Boomer moaned in a frightened little boy tone.
The girls looked at each other before starting up the stairs as a nervous Boomer followed about six feet behind them. Now Brick and Butch's shouts became clearer and it was obvious they were throwing objects in order to "defend" themselves. Momoko even heard Brick shout "He won't die! Quick, get a knife!".
Cautiously, Kaoru opened the door to see Brick and Butch running in circles, chucking items at the beaten up wall. Boomer whimpered and retreated back downstairs. There was no one else in the room. The tomboy slammed the door and stormed downstairs, angrily snarling to herself. Miyako followed.
About ten minutes later, Brick and Butch exited the room, panting as if they really had been fighting off a person. The male leader assured Momoko that it was okay, and they managed to kill Jackson by sawing off his arms and driving a golf club down his throat.
Once everyone was downstairs, the female red head made her way into the boys' room. Its back wall was beaten up, with paint peeling. Items of all sorts lay scattered across the floor, and glass from a lamp that had been hurled at the wall littered the ground with bits of pointy, broken glass. Just as Momoko was about to leave, she spotted something on Brick's bed. A small bag.
She trotted over to his bed, stepping carefully to avoid the glass. She held the soft bag in her hand and observed it carefully. Suddenly, she choked, clutching the bag tightly and glancing around to make sure no one was there.
Breathing heavily, Momoko looked at the bag again, and her pink eyes widened. She darted out of the room and dashed down the stairs, nearly tripping over her own feet twice. The girl glanced around frantically and ran up to Brick.
"Momoko what's with y-?"
"BRICK!" the pink puff cried, holding the bag to her counterpart's face.
"Is this…. CRACK?"
A/N- I know I spelled Jackson's name wrong, shut up, and don't none of you point it out .