AN: I'm REALLY sorry for the late update. Honestly, I lost interest in this fic so fast, I wasn't planning on updating. But I tried. xD I don't like this chapter one bit, it's totally half assed. But for those who still have interest, I hope you enjoy. Thank you.
Life with Drew--Chapter 4
"Wow, the sand feels incredibly amazing in between my toes!" May giggled, watching the gentle ocean tide waves move up closer to where she was standing.
As she felt the tide wash up her feet, a small green hermit crab appeared on her foot as the ocean waters retreated yet again. Looking down at the small creature, she knelt down to pick up the crab by it's unique green shell. "Well aren't you a cutie--YE-OW!"
The "cute" hermit crab clawed down onto her finger, making May wail painfully as she swung off it's grip. Just as it landed onto the sand, the crab began to rapidly grow before May's eyes, quickly it was as tall as her own house. It's face was much more pronounced too, as it began to scowl a familiar snicker.
May nearly stumbled in her steps as she backed off in amazement, seeing this hermit crab form the head of Drew Ontario. "Drew--!"
Drew continued to laugh hysterically as he began chasing May with his claws, "Come on May, I just want to pinch those 'cute' cheeks of yours! Haha!"
"AHHH!"
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"AHH!" May bolted upwards from her slumber, her face dampened with cold sweat. Looking about her surroundings as her alarm clock continued to ring, she began to realize that the evil Drew hermit crab was just a dream. Running her hands tiredly through her slightly damp hair, she looked at her alarm clock, seeing that it was 5:30 a.m.
"...I thought I set my alarm at seven--Drew." May snarled, slamming her fist on the alarm clock, turning the ringing noise off. Weekdays I wouldn't mind it so much, but on a weekend? Ugh..
Laying her head back on her pillow, her eyes were already fixated through the darkness. She growled with irritation, knowing she won't get back to sleep. "Fine. I'll make the most out of this early Saturday morning. Drew won't even mess this day up for me."
Once out of bed, she wondered quietly downstairs to the laundry room. She remembered throwing her laundry in the dryer before going to bed last night, forgetting to pull them out of the dryer. Walking in, she found her laundry scattered all over the floor, with mud stained foot prints all over them.
"Wow, who could have ever done this?" May slapped her forehead, suppressing the almost welcoming urge of suffocating Drew with her polka dotted pillow. Picking up her mud stained attire, which she was planning to wear today on her outing with Brendan, she threw her clothes back into the washing machine, only taking a pair of dirty jeans with her. On her way back, she grabbed one of Drew's hockey jersey's that he proudly displayed on the living room walls; much to May's and Caroline's dismay. Though right now, she was a bit grateful for Drew's sport-obsessed acts.
Continuing to express her annoyance, still, she stomped back up the stairs, not caring who she woke up.
"Normal people are trying to sleep Dumbo!" Drew's voice shouted from his bedroom. May huffed, "I'll show you Dumbo!" She shouted back stomping her feet harder as she passed his bedroom.
"Alright Dumbo, let's not break the house down!"
"I'm break you're face after what you pulled on me!" May challenged as she kicked his closed door just to irritate him some more.
"Kick my door one more time Maple, and I assure you that I'll make every Saturday miserable for you--"
One of the other family members doors swung open fast, "Will you two just shut up?" Leah's discheveled voice erupted the..already disturbed hallways. "It's 6:30 a.m, it's Saturday, do you think you do can resist fighting at least until decent hours of the day, sheesh!" Leah slammed her door shut, leaving a dead silence in the halls.
"...You have better not pulled anything else Drew." May whispered harshly at Drew's door.
"Blah blah blah May, that's all you ever--"
"HUSH!"
Not wanting Leah to go ballistic again, May hurried into the bathroom for a shower. Closing the door as quietly as possible; while Drew collapsed back on his bed, hearing the shower begin to run. He began to snicker, knowing that May's morning wasn't quite done yet.
Before Drew went to bed that night, he had a few errands to complete on his own. Besides doing his laundry and assisting in May's early wake up call, he switched out the shampoo bottles and replaced them with honey and mayonnaise; very cliche, but much appreciated.
Hope her date likes the greasy and sticky look on her, heheh.
--
Stepping out of the shower, May had a frown of uncertainty, feeling dirty, still! Running her hand through her hair, she cringed at the greasy feeling. She looked back at her shampoo and conditioner bottles, she always uses Aussie product in her hair.
Maybe if I dry it it'll feel less...ew.
Wrapping a towel around her, she went over to the mirror quickly turning on the blow dryer.
-Minutes later-
"DR-EW!"
--
Hearing a high pitched screech erupt the household, Drew cracked open an eyelid and giggled to himself, glancing at his door knob making sure it was locked.
And good morning to you, May.
--
Rich and full May Maples hair was usually. Now crusty, dry and smelly it was. She fumbled through the cabinets and whatnot for real shampoo to wash this monstrosity out of her hair, but from what it seemed, Drew took the entire stock. She already attempted to break down his door, but it was impossible, he had that thing barricaded. She screamed a few more times that morning, resulting the other family members for a rude awakening.
Pacing about her bedroom, with Drew's over sized jersey, mud stained jeans and her moms garden cap on to cover her tainted her she gripped the phone tightly in her hand.
"Thanks to Drew, I'm going to have to cancel..."
Just like he wanted.
May began to dial Brendan's number, tears streaking down her face.
"...Jerk."
--
Drew yawned, groggily turning himself to face his Pamela Anderson figurine clock on the counter beside his bed. His eyes widened, seeing the time was quarter after four in the afternoon. 'Dammit!' He cursed, jumping out of his bed, beginning to dart out of the room. Feeling his right leg not going along with the rest of his body, he fell face first onto the floor, seeing that his sheets and blanket were intertwined around his leg. Slapping his face at his own idiotic actions, he kicked out of the blankets grip, finally free he went back on his feet and hurried down the stairs.
Not even half way down the stairs, Drew came to a stop, seeing his dad block his way. He was dressed in his tuxedo for work, his briefcase was sitting beside him. Lips curled into a frown, Jordan glared up at at his son. Drew knew that Jordan had just came from work, and he knew why. 'I can't believe I forgot!'
"Uh, mornin' Dad." Drew ran his hand through his bedhead hair, trying to disguise his worry.
"It was morning four hours ago," Jordan stated, keeping his intimidating stance. "Did you just wake up?"
Drew grew unsure whether or not he should answer that truthfully. Maybe he can get himself out of this one. "No--"
Jordan cut him off before Drew began to babble on. "Did you hear the telephone ring?"
"No--"
"Your cellphone?"
"It's out of batteries--"
"You're grounded."
"WHAT?" Drew's eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets.
Jordan raised an eyebrow at his sons reaction, "You woke up just now, Drew. Next time think of some lies that you haven't used already on me," He picked up his suitcase, heading towards the door. "You forgot to pick up Leah from practice again. Her, Caroline, May and myself reminded you yesterday that practice is over at two--"
Drew walked down the rest of the stairs, following Jordan. "B-but Leah is home now, so it's really not necessary to ground me, come on dad, Drew Ontario can't be tied down!"
Jordan opened the door and began walking out, this was quite routine for him and Drew almost every week, he knew how dramatic his son can get. Turning around, he faced him. "I'm making history then," Flicking his his blond hair just as Drew does it, he walked out of the door. "Later!"
Drew slammed the door, cursing to himself.
"Well well, Mr. No-one-can-stop-me-cause-I'm-good-like-that has finally been stopped. By his daddy." Drew whirled around to face May, who was sitting on couch. A growl emitted his throat, knowing that she was right.
"Just because I'm grounded under his terms, doesn't mean I follow." Drew replied, regaining his cool composure.
May gave him a quizzical look. "I don't follow.."
Drew casually rubbed the sleepy out of his eyes, flicking them towards May. "Of course you wouldn't follow," He laughed, dodging the pillow May threw from the couch. "You are The Ms. Goody Two Shoes."
May crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a 'hmph' in response. "Fine, Mr. Cool, so is it a great feeling to loose your sisters trust? How envious everyone must be of you."
"Where are you getting at?" He asked nonchalantly, thinking about what kind of sandwich he was going to make in the kitchen.
"Uhm, Leah?" May reminded him with a simper smile. "Oh and sure, Ontario, you definitely get away with hurting your little sisters feelings. There's something to brag about."
He looked at May intently for a moment, taking in her words. "Leah is upset?"
"Wow, Drew actually wondering of anothers well being, you surprise me every day." May replied with the utmost sarcasm, turning on the television.
Drew was silent for a moment, Leah upset? He's never seen her upset in his whole life, not even the day their parents had filed for divorce. Why would someone like her brother upset her? Nah, May is trying to get her revenge, must say it's a lame way to do so.
"Hah, I see where you're getting at May, us Ontarios' are not babblin' babies like you Maples. Leah could care less what I do wrong."
"Of course you would think that you are like a God in this household..." May muttered.
Drew, of course heard her, but said nothing walking into the kitchen to make his sandwich. Leah stood from outside the kitchen, her arms crossed, leaning against the doorway. Drew stopped shortly, his eyes aghast, but maintained his calm gestures. "Move 'side Lee, going to make me a sandwich."
Leah didn't move, only looking at Drew with disbelief and anger. "Not even a simple apology?" Leah's eyes looked pained suddenly, "You know what, you're right. Us Ontario's, we're hardcore, right? Well, Drew, I will be a man like you and say that I don't need you to do anything for me anymore." She attempted laugh, which came out cold and robotic.
"It's not like you ever have to begin with."
And with that, she moved out of Drew's way.