5. Chocolate Pudding Fights Are Never A Good Idea
a/n: so here is the first part of three, now this kind of changes around the order of how everything actually occurs in Big Time Mansion. You'll see how everything changes, but just remember this is the first segment of three. Enjoy everyone :)
James's Point Of View:
"This house is amazing." Callie said as she entered Gustavo's mansion.
The two of us were the last to enter, and upon our entry Callie had spun around in a few circles, causing her skirt to go around her like they do in all of those movies. We were only in the main foyer and the house was already amazing, now what does that say about being decadent?
"You can say that again." I replied with a smile.
There is just something about Callie, that whenever I am with her I smile. She's just so simple yet complex, I don't know what I am trying to say, it is one of those things that is really hard to describe, and I couldn't ask for a better friend.
"I mean just look at this statue! It's so, I don't know, artsy." Callie answered with a laugh. As Callie laughed I couldn't help but to join her and laugh as well.
"Um, guys you might want to be careful around that statue, Gustavo left a note on the other side of it warning us not to break it." Logan said as he popped up from behind the statue.
"Okay no breaking the statue. Someone ought to tell Lottie that, because she is so unbelievably clumsy, and you really don't want her to accidentally break it." Callie said.
"So which rule should we break first?" I asked my two best friends.
"Media room." Callie said with a huge smile.
I already knew that Callie had a thing about movies, we had gotten into in-depth conversations about Star Trek, Indiana Jones, and Mission Impossible multiple times already. We had been meaning to organize a movie night for a few weeks now but we had yet to get around to it.
"Um, I am sorry to say that Kendall and Lottie have already taken and called the media room, very odd music is coming from up there, and it sounds like the musical episode of Buffy on repeat." Logan said.
"Oh goodness gracious, and we wanted them to be friends why?" Callie asked Logan and myself.
"Because them being friends is better than them fighting?" I asked Callie not really sure if this was the right answer. But hey, I figured that guessing and getting it wrong was better than saying nothing at all, *cough* like Logan *cough* .
"This is true. So what are we going to do while house sitting? I mean what is there to do in an epically sized mansion?" Callie asked Logan and me with her seldom seen evil grin.
"We could I don't know explore?" Logan asked nervously.
"Now that sounds fun." Callie said with the same smile.
She then grabbed both my wrist and Logan's and pulled us up the stairs and into the first open room. Inside the room was a closet, which was probably the worst thing for both Callie and myself to find. I have found in my short time with Callie (we've only been friends for about two weeks) that we both love fashion, and she knows every single fashion and make-up secret to man, which is really just a bonus.
"James, this is going to be fun." Callie said with another evil grin.
Callie's Point Of View:
"So my conclusion to all of these fabulous pieces is, Gustavo must tell everyone that he is either a heck of a lot smaller than he is, or samples just don't come in his size." I said about two hours later.
James and I had just been goofing off in Gustavo's closet room. This mainly included us telling each other to try random pieces of clothing on (James had found a bunch of white v-necks that he was totally 'borrowing' and I had found a gorgeous scarf that I just adored), and forcing Logan to try on random outfits. He had eventually just left the room to go and join Carlos and Robbie or something along those lines.
"Or maybe they are from when he was this size and he was just a really progressive dresser." James replied as he played with a pair of fingerless gloves.
"True, really James, fingerless gloves, on you, those only look good on certain people, and you are barely one of them, you don't want to push it do you?" I asked him.
Even though I am in general a nice person that is nice to everyone and never insults everyone, I can be blunt sometimes, which some people mistake for being mean, but it isn't it's just another form of being honest.
"Wow Callie, way to be mean." James answered with a light smile.
"I was not being mean, I was being blunt there is a difference and just because I am the only one that every notices doesn't mean that it doesn't exist." I replied in a somewhat annoyed tone. I cannot deal with stupid people repeatedly and even though James is not a stupid person, sometimes he could pay a bit more attention.
"Callie, I was joking, I know the way that you meant it." James answered with a slight laugh.
"And you wait until now to tell me?" I asked him curiously.
"Yes, you really need to relax. Hey do you want to head down to the kitchen to see if we can find anything to make facial-like things out of?"
"Oh my goodness yes! That sounds great!" I shouted excitedly.
James and I took off all of the extra clothes that we had put on over the course of two hours, and put everything back in it's proper place. We then closed the door to the room and headed back downstairs. I have no idea how many rooms and hallways we walked through before finally finding the kitchen, but there was at least ten of each. It took forever to find the kitchen, and when we finally found something that resembled a kitchen somewhat it was a refrigerator filled with chocolate pudding. Which was just going to have to do, because I didn't feel like wondering around the mansion for another three hours trying to find the actual kitchen.
"This could actually work." I said after taking a handful of chocolate pudding cups out of the fridge.
"How so? Because I am just lost right now, and how the heck did that huge chain that was around the bottom of the refrigerator get broken? Because things don't just get broken." James replied curiously.
"It was probably Carlos and Robbie, you do not want to get in between that girl and her pudding, now that is a very bad idea, believe me, been there, done that, did not end well." I said with a laugh.
At that moment I was remembering the first time that Robbie, Lottie, and I had all had a sleep over together, by parents hadn't been able to find any jell-o cups so they had bought a bunch of chocolate and vanilla pudding cups instead. I had of course tried to stop Robbie from eating another one after she had already had about fifteen of them. It had ended in me being covered in maple syrup, which was just an awful experience that I always try to forget about but I never can succeed at.
"Okay then, note to self, never get between Robin Jones and her pudding. I think I can accomplish that. Now I know that this is going to sound awful, but what can I do about my pores? They are huge." James asked me.
Whenever he starts talking about his pores, he just reminds me that he truly is a true pretty boy, because he is incredibly concerned with his appearance. Oh, and because the occasional guyliner isn't enough of a give away on that one.
"James, your pores are not huge, so stop saying that or I will hit you. Oh my garsh, I am turning into Lottie." I said and hit my hand on my forehead.
"How are you turning into the crazy Charlotte?" James asked me.
It took me a minute to get over the fact that James had called Lottie Charlotte. The only people who ever call Lottie, Charlotte are her parents and family members, and then they only call her that occasionally. I don't mean to say that Lottie doesn't like her real name, she does, she actually loves it, but she's been called Lottie for basically her whole life, and some things are way harder to change then others.
"Whenever anyone calls themselves fat, or anything that can be viewed as bad about their appearance in front of Lottie she hits them, and I just threatened to hit you because you said something bad about your pores."
"Oh wow. Really she does? How hard does she hit, because I kinda just want to experiment with this..."
"When she was five she made her ten year old older brother cry because she hit him after he made fun of her. It isn't the best thing to really experiment with."
"I am going to most defiantly trust your judgment on that one... I would rather not cry... Or get hit at all now that I think about it, because she could totally mess up my wash board abs, or my pretty face." James replied.
"Oh yes, Yoda forbid that your abs get messed up, or your gorgeous face." I replied as I rolled my eyes.
"You think my face is gorgeous?" James asked me, right at that moment his pale blue eyes began to sparkle.
"You know most people would pick up on the Yoda forbid part, but no, not you, you only pick up on the me calling your face gorgeous, you truly are a rare individual." I said with a laugh.
"Yes I am aware, and on the Yoda part, what did you expect me to say, oh my God you like Star Wars? I mean really I kind of already figured that, because you liking other Steven Spielburg movies, that you also liked Star Wars." James replied with a smile.
"You are a really good at assuming things correctly then. I love Star Wars, always have and I always will, I just don't get why people like Galaxy Wars, they just aren't as good, and I mean really if you are going to do a rip off of Star Wars at least do it well, or make it a spoof like Space Balls. I mean people saying that Galaxy Wars is better than Star Wars is like someone saying Football is better than Hockey, just a grave misunderstanding that must be remedied in the nicest and fastest way possible." I replied with a smile, as James and I sat down on Gustavo's white couch (the one that we aren't even supposed to sit on because we could possibly stain it).
"You like hockey?" James asked me with a look like a five year old at Christmas after he opened what her really wanted on his face.
"I love it. I am the biggest Michigan fan you will meet next to my dad and my cousin." I answered with a laugh. I was really hungry so I couldn't resist eating some of the pudding.
"You are just too good to be true." James answered as he ate some of his own pudding.
"How so?" I asked him curiously, I was genuinely confused.
"Well let's see, one, you like, no, I'm sorry, love Star Wars, two, you know every little beauty/styling/skin trick that there is to know on the face of the planet, and three, you love hockey. I mean seriously, and that's only what I know after a few weeks, you are really going to make some man very happy one day." James responded.
"Oh thank you, that's so sweet. Speaking of those beauty/styling/skin tricks that I know, if you really think that your pores are too big I can totally give you a killer facial." I answered with a wide smile.
"Really? Will it make my pores smaller?"
"No, but it will make your skin glow." I began with a laugh. "Now, just sit back, close your eyes and relax." I finished.
'I can do that." James said as he sat back on the couch.
I got up from my place on the couch and opened another one of the chocolate pudding cups. I then began to smoother the pudding all over James's face. This was of course a complete joke. Even though chocolate is apparently good for the skin (I wouldn't know I have yet to get one of those chocolate spa treatments that they have at Hershey), I don't think that overly processed chocolate pudding really belongs to that group. But of course James didn't know this, well I don't think he knows this, but for all I know he could totally know that I was just pranking him and I would soon be getting my own face full of pudding.
"Um, Callie, is there any particular reason that you are putting chocolate pudding on my face?" James asked me from where he was lying with his eyes closed.
"Yes, that's what the facial is silly." I replied in an innocent voice. I am really good at doing innocent voices because most of the time I am completely innocent in these situations. Right now was defiantly the exception no the rule.
"Uh huh. I don't really believe you."
"You don't believe me, that really shows trust." I replied. I then got up grabbed a fist full of pudding and threw it at James.
"I knew you weren't being serious!" James shouted as he jumped up and starting throwing pudding at me as well.
I must say, it becomes significantly harder not to laugh at someone when they are throwing pudding at you and have said pudding all over their face, it just boosts the entertainment factor instead of the intimidation factor.
"Oh crap!" I said at the same time that James did about five or six minutes later when some of the pudding had gotten on the white couch and had stained it.
"This is not good." I said in shock as I dropped my pudding on the ground.
"We should really find Logan or interrupt Kendall and Lottie, any of the three of them ought to know what to do." James replied.
"Yeah, let's go."
James and I then headed out of the living room and throughout the mansion trying to find Logan or break into the media room, it all depended on what we cam across first.
a/n: I must say that I am very proud of myself, I just finished this chapter around two, three, four, or five hours after I finished the previous one, that was just a totally yay me moment for me. So I am very happy. Next up, some interesting things about cats, please remember to review. Thanks for reading. :)
