Ok I have to time whatso ever in my tiny little life. I mean, two chapters today. And this one is longer then the last one, i think, yeah it is. Buy I gotta say, I love this chapter. I might not be able to get another chapter in the next few day, considering school. But since I don't have school this next Friday, due to something about a teachers day, I might be able to get one in. I had this last Friday off also, but that was because it was the end of the quarter for my school so...

I have decided to move all the Reviewing things up to the top of the chapters, so that all you have to worry about reading is the story. Cause I get kinda disapointed when I see one of those solid lines, thinking there's more to the chapter, but its just more info on Reviews. Anyways, you can read the chapter now.

Andrea: Good to hear your feeling better. I'm glad. And no, Ma will not get drunk. She is not the type of person to drink alcohol. But maybe, she will punch Barbie. Your just gonna hafta read this chapter to find out.

Princess: It doesn't matter, just as long as your able to read it, right? If you liked the last few chapters then you shall love this one.

I can't breathe! Whoo, ok breathe Ma, breathe. The look on the boys faces were totally priceless. I had walked to the Lodging house with Sarah (It is Sarah right? I just completely blanked out what she was called in the movie. Ha!) and had opened the door, expecting the boys to be ready by now.

Shit though, I was not prepared for what was going on behind those closed doors. the boys weren't even in the lobby, they were still upstairs in the bunkroom. I could hear their loud yelling and water being splashed on the floor by the baths being taken. And they say us girls take forever to get ready for a party. It only took me ten minutes to get my assembly ready thank you very much. I told Sarah to stay down in the lobby, I wouldn't want to scar her for life if the boys weren't dressed.

I walked up the stairs slowly, trying not to make any noise. As I got to the door to the bunk room, the noise has rose considerably more then it was in the lobby. They didn't even notice as I slowly opened the door and got onto the bunk above mine, which just so happened to be Spots. He made Lover move once I became his girlfriend.

As I laid there on my stomach, my hands holding my head up, and my legs kicking back and forth, I silently laughed at the mayhem going on around me.

Mush was trying to get a shirt over his head, and failing.

Kid Blink was trying to put his pants on, but kept falling over.

Skittery looked like he was trying to comb his hair down, it didn't work out too well.

Jack was putting shaving cream on his chin, I gotta ask, what's there to shave.

And Spot, he was the worst of them all. He was the one more less ready that any other of the boys. His pants were unbuttoned the suspenders hanging by his legs. And he was trying to hold them up while he brushed his hair back. He didn't even have a shirt on. And then he had to go and trip over his pants, which had started to drag on the floor, and fell with a thump.

I just lost it, I laughed out loud.

And everything turned silent. All the boys turned towards me. Resulting in me not being able to breathe.

I even fell off the top bunk bed, and started hitting the floor with my closed fist. My feet started kicking, and I was full out blown laughing at them. And they were still staring at me.

I slowly got up, my fit of laughter ceasing. "Would you all l-like some h-help." A small laugh came forth.

Without them giving an answer, I pulled Mush's shirt over his head, stood Kid Blink up, messed Skittery's hair back up, because it looked better, wiped the Shaving cream off of Jack's face saying something along the lines of "There isn't anything to shave."

Grabbed a shirt for Spot, picked him up off the floor, pulled the shirt over his head, then pulled his suspenders over his shoulders, buttoned his pants, put his hat on his head, gave him his cane and said, "Ready boys?"

They were amazed that I had just done all that in less the 60 seconds. What? I've had to live with four boys for most of my years, I just learned a few tips like: Boys don't know what to do when getting ready for party. And as it turned out, Monkey and Lover were the only ones even ready for the party when I had arrived.

Once again without waiting for an answer, I skipped out of the room down the stairs and out the door, giving a signal for Sarah to follow me. In seconds I heard pounding footsteps and looked back at the Lodging house door in time to see five boys trying to get out of it at once. Spot being one of them, pushed and shoved until he landed on the ground outside, the four other boys following suit.

I just grinned and followed Sarah towards Medda's.

Eventually the boys did catch up to us. Spot latched himself to my arm, and stayed like that till we reached the theater. By that time, I was bored out of my mind, half asleep and about ready to do so, with my head leaning against Spots shoulder.

Have you ever been so bored out of you mind that you just start making up a song about things you do or see. I did just that.

"I'm walkin down the street.
With boys who are great to meet.
Looking down at my feet.
And seeing the cobble stoned street.

I looked back up to the sky.
And said 'Hey Hey oh my'.
And Spot just happened ta walk by.
But he just said bye bye."

Most of the boys looked at me like I was crazy. But Spot, Monkey, Lover and Mush added in their own lyrics. There's were too nasty to be repeated to the public, so sorry, I'm gonna hafta leave theirs out. Lets just say that they put them together and it included a banana, a blanket, and a teddy bear. That's all your gettin outta me.

Ugh, not another beer Spot. "No Don't drink-," I sighed. "That."
Spot is now on his third beer. It shouldn't do too much damage, but ya never know.
He was starting to act a little woozy, and his eyes were glazed over.

"You are so gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. Stay here Spot, I'm gonna go and get you a glass of water. ok?"

He just nodded and mumbled, "Stay."

Ok good Boy, just stay. No don't fall over. I rushed to catch him before he hit the floor, and pushed him back to a sitting position. Great, a drunk Spot is not fun. I put his head on the top of the table, and he closed his eyes.

I slowly backed away keeping my arms out a little, well if he was gonna fall over again I'd be ready to catch him now won't I. As soon as I saw that he wasn't going anywhere I rushed up to the bar and asked for water.

What in the hell was going through Medda Larkson's head when she decided to give teenagers alcohol. Doesn't she know that this is what's causing teens everywhere into unplanned parenthood. Oh wait, its not 2006 so she doesn't know yet. Lov-el-y.

I took the glass from the bartender, got winked at by a Newsies from Harlem, some kid grabbed my butt, and I saw Racetrack making an ass outta himself.

And as I started towards where I had left Spot, I took notice to that he wasn't where I had previously left him. I didn't move him by any chance before I got the water did I. No I don't think so...This is just great! I now have a drunk and lost Spot on the loose.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a frilly pink thing. I had a great suspicion that this is where Spot had been dragged to. I put the glass I was holding down on one of the empty tables, and made my way to where the pink thing had disappeared up a set of stairs.

As I got to the top of the stairs, the music could still be heard, and it was still as loud as it was downstairs. There were only four doors on this floor. Two on the right, and two on the left.
I took my chances and opened door number two, the second door on the left.

There was a shriek and I quickly covered my eyes, "Sorry didn't know anyone was in here. Just looking for something." I closed the door fast, and another shriek could still be heard on the other side of the door.

My virgin eyes are not so virginized anymore. And I think I was just scarred for life. Whoever they were it was going pretty hot and heavy, I just hope that it wasn't on anyone's bed of importance.

I am not taking anymore chances with these rooms. I put my ear against the first door on the right, and heard moaning. Ok not this one. I did the same thing with the first door on the left and heard silence. Nothing in there. As I put my ear against the very last door I heard wimpering, and a sound like "Shush" came from the other side. That would be the door I'm lookin for.

I quickly twisted the door knob, and found it locked. "Argh, you've got to be kidding me," I gave out an aggravated sigh. Whoever made up the lock on the door knob sure was an ass at some points in life. Like when your boyfriend has been kidnapped and you can't get into the room.

I took a few steps back, then ran at the door. "Owie!" You've probably seen movies where someone has been kidnapped, and the good guy knocks the door down with his body. He saves the person and they live happily ever after. Yeah, well what they don't show you is that your shoulder hurts like hell when you hit it.

So, I'm sitting here, holding my shoulder, about ready to scream in frustration, when someone behind that closed door opens it, making a sliver of light fall down into my eyes. I immediately jumped up and pushed the door open, making the person fall backwards.

"Ah-Ha! I knew it!" Yeah, that was me who yelled. But I'm yelling because I was right with my suspicions. It was the Bimbo'd Barbie Whore. Yes, Sandy, who else did you think it was. Obviously not Mush, because I saw him drunk out of his mind earlier, just about ready to pull his shirt off. Another scarring moment in my life. Actually it wouldn't be that scarring, because he's got those great abs. He sure is a looker ain't he.

Anyways back on topic. Sandy was lying on the floor, her frilly dress surrounding her, and she looked like she was knocked out. Yay, I didn't have to get my hands dirty with her Barbieness.
And as my eyes landed on Spot, he looked a little pissed off. And he didn't look like he was intoxicated anymore that was a good thing. His hands were tied behind his back, and he had a gag in his mouth.

"Mmm...Mhhpf...Mhhrp."

I think that means untie me, but I'm not entirely sure. So I untied him anyways. He didn't look so pissed anymore, well he still did, but some of his edgy nervousness came back.
"Can we leave before she wakes up?"

I give an enthusiastic nod, ran out the door, and going down the stairs, Spot right behind me, when I hear a loud crash and then scream. "Get back here you lousy Whore!"

Who in the hell is she calling a Whore, doesn't she know that I've been calling her a Bimbo'd Barbie Whore from the first time I saw her. Oh wait, she can't read my thoughts. Never mind.

So we reach the bottom of the stairs, and I turn around to see her barreling down the steps and land right in front of me. And she did something I will never forget. She actually Spit on me. On Me of all people. Couldn't she have Spit on the guy who grabbed my ass earlier I mea- Ok never mind I'm not even gonna go into that.

But I did do the only think I could think of at that moment. I punched her. Yes people, Ma just punched a lady in the jaw. And it felt so good when she landed on the floor with an angry cry.

"Don't even think of calling me a Whore again. And stay away from Spot! You Obsessive Barbie, stay out of my way or so help me I will punch you again.!" Oh yeah, I rule. Sandy jumped up off the floor, took one look at my clenched fist, and the people who were staring, and fled the scene of the crime.

And now comes the awkward silence...That is until I actually squealed. "Yay, I did it, I did it! Go Ma! Go Ma!" I did a victory dance, I love Victory dances their so fun.

What is it with people and staring. "Alright, would you stop staring at my girlfriend. That's just the way she is, if you don't like it, well then, your just gonna have to live with it."

Spot got Drunk, He disappeared, I walk in on couple doing raving wild monkey business, I knock Sandy out, Spot gets scared, I punch Sandy, and Spot compliments and defends me for the way I am. I love my life.