AN- so this is just a little baby plot bunny I decided I loved enough to complete. So I present to yall for your reading pleasure, the horsemen driving each other crazy.
Soon after Lula's visit, the five (Henley) had decided to have a household meeting. Henley went through all the basic things with the group. "Jack, stop taking paper towels off the grocery list. Merritt keeps forgetting and if you keep doing that soon we'll have to use beach towels. Merritt, sit down. You don't get to leave yet." she was met with a groan, which went promptly ignored. "Taylor, have you learned your trick for tomorrow's show?"
"Shoot. I forgot. I'll get right on that."
"OK. Danny, It's your day for dishes, and since you didn't clean the deck on Tuesday, can you do that to? Great. If no one else has anything to say…"
Her speal was interrupted by a ring in jack's pocket. He pulled his phone out of his jeans and checked the caller ID. "It's Lula."
"You have Lula's number?" merritt spoke from his place on the couch. "Nice."
"It's for work reasons, ya know, having a contact in the eye?" He said, though blushing.
"Oh, OK, sure. Then why don't we all have her number?" Danny piped up, entering the conversation.
"Guys, let him answer the phone, otherwise their break up will be our fault." Taylor defended.
"We're not… you're impossible" He side hugged Taylor, messed up her hair, and answered the phone. He didn't make it in time, however, and as such only got a voicemail to play back.
"Hey jack. Dylan wanted me to tell you all I'm moving in with ya." Taylor broke into a load of fist pumping and small squeals. "Sooooo, yeah. Whenever ya feel like picking me up. He left me with a minivan to replace your car when you get here. Text me before ya come. Bye!"
"Dang Taylor, calm down." The young girl's squeals had escalated throughout the message, until reaching a point where they sounded shrill as a kettle. She stopped, but suddenly started shaking, first her hand, then her whole body. Jack relented. "Spit it out."
"Lula gets to live with us! Lula gets to live with us! Lulagetstolivewithus! LULA GETS TO LIVE WITH US!" She advanced into her squeaks and squeals.
"I liked shaking Taylor better." Merritt remarked to his couch buddies,who both nodded.
"Then let's go get her, shall we?" Jack decided, and Taylor nodded her head vigorously before running over to the front room to put on her shoes, talking all the way.
"I can't wait to show her my new trick! I figured out how to chop off both my legs last night, and I modified that leg trick she showed me to work on my hands and-"
"Do you ever stop talking?" Danny cut her off with his question.
"Nope!" Taylor answered quickly before explaining excitedly how she'd created a perfect replica of her hand, oblivious to the fact that no one was really listening anymore, only to be cut off by Henley.
"Wait! We still have all our chores to do!"
This time Merritt answered. "We can do them when we get back, besides, then Lula can help."
"Ok, fine." she conceded. "How far is it?"
"Three hours one way." Danny already had his google maps out.
The escape artist pushes air out her nose "I'll drive"
(Don't mind me, I'm just a cute little page break)
Two hours later, The horsemen were really starting to hate their car. Merritt and Jack had the window seats in back, Jack behind Henley, Daniel in shotgun, and Taylor on the hump. All but merritt and henley were cringing and covering their ears from Merritt's singing, Although Heley did have an unnaturally tight grip on the wheel and a deeper scoul than her usual driving face. To make matters worse, the highway was stopped bumper to bumper as far as the eye (not the eye) could see. Joy.
"21 full decks of cards on the wall, 21 full decks of cards! Take one down, throw it around, 20 full decks of cards on the wall! 20 full decks of cards on the wall-"
"Jack, are ya sure we don't have any duct tape? Like at all?" Danny tried to cut off the singing, but ended up talking over it.
"Sorry. I just checked at 23 decks of cards on the wall."
"Mom, He won't quit singing!" Henley's grip increased, if that was even possible.
"Talk to Danny. I'm driving." Knowing and fearing Henley's road rage, Taylor did.
"Daniel, He won't quit singing."
"I already told you we don't have duct tape. Just lean away from him. We'll only be in here for another…" he checked his watch and sighed. "Fifty-three minutes."
Taylor sighed and leaned into Jack's shoulder, squishing him into the window.
"Danny, she's touching me!"
"I. don't. care. " Daniel turned to look out the window "figure it out yourself."
There was a brief pause from the two of them, then Taylor spoke over Merritt, Who had decided to switch songs to old mcdonald "Daniel, Jack's poking me!"
They sounded like kids. "Lean away from him!"
"Now merritt's poking me!"
"EVERYONE STOP POKING TAYLOR" Henley's voice silenced them all...for a sum of five seconds. Even mother hen couldn't stop her chicks when they were all cooped up.
Danny checked his watch. Only fifty-two minutes to go. He may have forgotten the drive back.
AN- There ya go! My plot bunny's all grown up! I feel so proud. Now in the words of Thatcrazychic179, "REVIEW, please. Every review is like a ray of sunshine plus a 6-pack of dr. pepper. It makes me want to update faster." even all yall guests out there can do it, so Go ahead!
Question- (more like a prompt) I like ideas. Agian, even if it's just a line of dailouge or a scenario, I would like to hear it.
Thx,
-Rain
