Chapter 18 ~ BRUSCAMENTE

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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

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April blinked owlishly at the kitchen's state. She didn't care about the eggshells littering the floor, nor did she care about the smoking microwave. Heck, she didn't even care about the towering scorch mark on the wall. She was more concerned about the plates on the island counter. The supposed meal was still in flames. She honestly had no idea how that was possible.

May was furious. She didn't acknowledge the condiments staining the counter. She was glaring both boys down. They had delayed her meal considerably. They were going to pay.

"I think there's some lasagna in the fridge," Drew supplanted helpfully.

"Lasagna? Awesome, we just have to put it in the microwave which you destroyed," Jun said sarcastically. May would've yelled at them but her stomach beat her to it. The girl sighed.

"I'm too hungry to get mad…" she whined, grabbing a pop tart and putting it into her mouth. The taste seemed to have rejuvenated the girl and she pushed the boys out of the kitchen.

"OWT!" she yelled, the pop tart hanging from her mouth muffling her speech. The boys recoiled in fear. A hungry May Maple was not to be trifled with.

"May, pop tarts aren't that substantial you know. And don't talk when your mouth's full," April commented as May slammed the door.

"What else is there to eat?" May asked. April tossed her an apple as an answer.

"Sandwich?" April suggested, holding up a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. May opened the fridge.

"You have any creamed cheese?" May inquired.

"Beside the milk."

"Awesome! We can make a sandwich!" May chirped enthusiastically. April nodded, placing the used pots and pans in the sink and tossing the flaming plates in with little remorse. She then started to look for a new pan.

"Thank God we have a dozen and a half eggs left," April mumbled, taking out four, and the case of butter for good measure.

As the girls worked wonders in the kitchen, the guys reclined around in the lounge. Yes, they were lounging because the boys most certainly didn't mope. Moping was childish. They were men; therefore, they did not mope, especially if it was for such petty reasons like being kicked out of the kitchen for being so useless. They were going to tell themselves that until they coerced themselves into believing it.

After nearly an hour, the girls burst through the door seeming pleased. Each had a cinnamon-apple sandwich in hand and a tray in the other. They shared the sandwiches, pop tarts, and eggs with the guys.

"What now?" Jun asked.

"I swear, if I hear that question one more time I'm gonna-" Drew's statement was cut short when he was ambushed out of the blue. The teen glared at his attacker as it merely grinned innocently as if it had done nothing wrong.

"Dammit…" he hissed, picking the cat up by its neck.

"Don't curse in front of Skitty!" May exclaimed indignantly, taking her beloved cat away from Drew, momentarily forgetting the one who gave her the said cat.

"May, it's a cat," Drew deadpanned with a stoic expression. She was taking the cat's side? He was the victim here!

"Skitty is a living, breathing being that has feelings too!" May huffed. Before the violinist could defend himself, May had yelled at him and he stared at her in disbelief.

"What?" he asked, feeling as if he had been viciously wronged.

"Oh you heard me Drew Hayden. Apologize," she ordered.

"To a cat?" he asked, unjust feelings cast aside being replaced by amusement. May's jaw slackened as she gasped audibly. April sighed. May honestly had her dramatic moments.

May crossed her arms and turned away. Now it was Drew's turn to be stupefied. And to add insult to injury, the cat was peering over May's shoulder and he swore he heard it laughing at him, mocking him. He glared hatefully at the evil fur ball.

"You got owned," Jun snickered. Drew glared at the blond.

"My brother lost to a cat. So not cool," April teased. Drew rolled his eyes.

"This is ridiculous. You're ganging up on me." he said.

"Awww, poor Drew is sulking," Jun teased. When he received no response he leaned back in defeat. After a while, the silence was starting to get a little awkward.

"So what do we do now?" May asked.

"Everyone keeps asking that, if we knew the answer we wouldn't be lounging around here, wasting time," April replied.

"True."

"Let's play truth or dare," Jun suggested. Drew raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. Jun faltered.

"Well, aren't we bored as heck?" Jun asked. April shrugged. May nodded enthusiastically. Drew sighed quietly in defeat. Skitty leaped out of May's arms and ran out of the room, only to come back a few moments late with a relatively small perfume bottle.

"Where'd you get that Skitty?" May asked, picking the cat up. Skitty meowed in response.

"Hey, that's mine!" April exclaimed. She stared at the cat for a while before leaning back. May scratched Skitty behind the ears as she spun the bottle. After a few rotations, the bottle stopped spinning.

"Jun, truth or dare?" April asked tentatively.

"Truth," Jun replied, feeling a little lazy for dares.

"What's the real reason you're here?" May asked out of the blue. Jun pointedly looked away, flushed.

"No reason." he replied all too quickly. May's eyes narrowed.

"Right..." May shot back sarcastically. Drew stared at Jun calculatingly with narrowed eyes.

"Lie," April accused. Jun flinched.

"Next!" Jun yelled, grabbing the bottle from May and spinning it.

"No fair," May sulked, pouting. Then, the bottle stopped.

"Okay April, truth or dare?" Drew asked.

"Dare," she replied brazenly, not wanting to divulge anything personal.

"I dare you to so the air chair with you back straight for ten minutes!" May exclaimed, smiling gleefully. April groaned before getting up and straightening her back against the wall before lowering herself to a 90 degree sitting position, her legs perpendicular to the floor.

"You. Are. Evil."

May flashed her a peace sign and April grunted.

"Okay, next!" Jun cheered, spinning the bottle.

"Knightly, truth or dare?" Drew challenged.

"Dare," Jun replied cautiously.

"I dare you to tell us why you really came!" May chirped.

"Hey! You can't do that!" Jun exclaimed indignantly.

"She can," April supplied.

"But Drew's the one who should give the dare," Jun added.

"And why is that?" Drew asked.

"Because, ummm," Jun started.

"Aw come on Jun! Just answer the question!" May persisted.

"If you don't answer I'll throw you out," Drew threatened oh so calmly.

"That's harsh," May commented.

"May! My legs are killing me! I WILL get revenge!" April yelled out of the blue. May chuckled nervously.

"I'm starting to regret my dare..." she mumbled to herself, "but first, just answer Jun!"

"I already said that it was for no reason, if you don't believe me, then fine!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, you could've just said so in the first place," May asked.

"But I did!" he argued.

"It lacked conviction," Drew commented.

"Boyish pride," April added from the sidelines.

"Hey, I resent that," Drew put in.

"Well, whatever," Jun said, face red from embarrassment. He spun the bottle again.

"May, truth or dare?" April asked, a sadistic smile making their way onto her lips. May gulped.

"Truth?" she replied half-heartedly. April fell over. Her legs were aching. She shakily returned to her seat.

"Do you like Drew?" Jun asked tentatively. For a moment, time stopped. Three pairs of eyes stared at her intently, awaiting the answer. She only saw one pair though, those emerald orbs that stared straight at her, as if they saw right through her soul.

"Uhhh..."

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A thousand apologies for the really really late chapter! I've just been so busy! Plus inspiration's been sparse lately. Well, happy holidays and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Meaning behind the chapter title:

bruscamente – brusquely or abruptly

~ In reference to the abrupt ending.

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