I watched tiredly as the twinks wrestled across my bedroom. I could barely even remember how this all started. I slightly recall herding all four of them in here to work on their fic and when the topic of who it would mainly be revolving around came up; a suggestion turned into a disagreement, a disagreement turned into an argument, an argument turned into a stray punch, which finally led to a no holds barred match in the middle of my floor. Currently, Cody had Alex in a sleeper, who had Kofi in a boston crab. Evan had been floored a while ago by a beautiful disaster and was now having a competition with Kofi to see who could punch more teeth out of the other's mouth. And you people ask me why their last fic from me was in January. There was a knock at the door and I didn't bother to glance up.
"HaphazardbyMikey is not to be held liable for any injuries that take place in an environment where enraged twinks are fighting. By opening the door and stepping through the frame, you agree to these terms. Enter at your own risk,"
The door swings open and Stephen steps through. He glances down at the twinks before looking back up at me, brow furrowed in confusion. I don't see why though, I did just give the guy fair warning. He shakes it off before stepping around them and walking over to sit next to me on my bed for momentary safety.
"Mikey," He starts amicably.
"Yeeeees?" I answer, continuing to watch the fight escalate on my floor.
"I see you posted chpter 4 of MSOIA."
"M-hm."
He's quiet for a while and I start to count down in my head. Three, two, one...
"Why the hell am I the bad guy?!" He shrieked, gripping me by my shoulders and shaking me. My head bobbles around as I plead for him to stop. When he does, I stare wide eyed at him.
"Why did you do that?!" I whined.
"Why'd you make me heel?!" He countered. I sighed.
"Cuz you said you were bored and wanted to be in a fic. Now you're in one."
"Yeah, but-" He was cut off as a loud crash ecoed throughout the room from the twinks' direction.
We both look up at the same time. Bewildered isn't the word for what I'm feeling. There should be a new word made in my honor. Bewildshitferred. Yeah, that's the word. Bewildered and shitfaced...erred.
"What the hell?" I spat, glaring down at the four frozen twinks all looking wide eyed in the same direction, "Which one of you broke my freaking weapons display?"
I look bewildshitferred at the case which had tumbled from my dresser down to the floor; the glass shattered from the frame, a pair of nunchucks, sais, kamas, and my bo lying in he wreckage. As if I wasn't broke enough; that damn case is gonna cost me about fifty bucks to replace it. Glaring back at the twinks, they all stare innocently at me, wide eyed like a bunch of deer caught in the headlights.
"Just a few minutes ago I couldn't get you bastards to shut up, don't tell me you've turned into Twinkcicles now!" I growl. Stephen stifles a laugh beside me but I ignore him as the twinks still five me nothing but a bunch of blank stares. A long line of curses leaves my mouth in a jumbled mess as I grab my laptop before stomping out of the room. I sometimes forget just how aggravating the twinks are once I get them all together in one room, but as soon as I do, it's like waking up to Kevin Nash stripping every morning.
Making my way to the living room, I plan to work on a few thousand oneshots that don't even seem close to being finished. I plop down on the sofa and start up my computer. I might actually get something done as thankfully, none of the damn musi are currently visible or audible.
"Are you working on my oneshot?!" I jump a few five feet in the air before landing with a shriek. I glare back at Shannon but he just rolled his eyes at me.
"I'm working on A oneshot, thank you," I growl, my nerves obviously frayed. Too lazy to walk around, he jumps over the back of the sofa and sits next to me.
"Well then you might as well work on MY oneshot, thank you," He bit back. I stopped fiddling with my laptop and I slowly glared up at him. Let me introduce you, the readers to my Shannon Moore muse, or as I like the call him, the sexiest bitch I'd ever hate to meet.
Whenever me and my poor sexy Shannon muse get together in the same room, bitchfest immediatley begins. Especially since he finds it irritating that I have yet to finish a one shot I started with him and Thor, waaaay before the Avengers movie came out.
"Fine. Lemme just move the documents out of the briefcase first and put them in a folder," I say. I copy all the documents out of the briefcase and then delete the now empty briefcase. Now, I just have to put the files into the new folder.
"Uh...Mikey...what does that say?" Shannon asks nervously at the little grey pop up on my screen.
Files cannot copy into new folder because they no longer exist.
"Did you just delete your whole one shots folder?" He asks carefully. Not really thinking about it, I shake my head no.
"I'll just go to the recycle bin and restore it, calm down," I say, rolling my eyes. As I open the recycle bin though, I go through it for a good long while before I begin to hyperventilate. Panicking, I wonder where the hell it could be before I spot the folder in the top corner. How did I not see that before? Dang, I really need to fix my glasses, because I can't see worth a shit. I go to click on it, but someway, somehow, I touch the wrong thing. My eyes widen as the whole page goes blank.
"NO! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?! NO, FUCK, COME BACK!" I scream, tapping random keys. I can feel Shannon staring at me dumbfounded but I ignore the bitchy little bastard.
"What happened?" He asked. I glance over at him before setting my laptop down on the coffee table, grabbing a throw pillow, and burying my face in it.
"I veermed va fepikle vin..." I mumbled into it.
"You what?"
I pull the pillow away from my face and stared straight ahead as I yelled out.
"I CLEARED THE RECYCLE BIN DAMMIT!"
"YOU CLEARED THE RECYCLE BIN?!" Shannon yelled as he shot up from his seat. I glanced over at him, shrinking back into the sofa in fear of the pissed off blonde.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU CLEAR THE RECYCLE BIN?!"
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"
"YOU SLOW MOTHERF'ER OF A DUMBASS PISSBITCH RETARD!"
I gasped, looking up at him, hurt in my eyes.
"I am not a slow motherf'er of a dumbass retard!" I pout, standing up to glare at him. He rolls his eyes at me, scrutinizingly before copying what I had said in his whiny bitch voice.
"You forgot the pissbitch part," He corrected me. I narrowed my eyes at him before stepping in closer.
"I'M the pissbitch? You must not know what a complete triflin bitch YOU are," I shot back. Shannon scoffed.
"Bitch, you don't know me!"
"You live in my head bitch, of course I know you! Even Jojo, who is like, head bitch, knows damn well that you are just a whiny-yet extemely sexy- PUNK ASS BITCH! " I holler back. His eyes widen as he shoves me back.
"So you're the BITCH that told that bitch that I'm a bitch?! Well listen bitch, it takes a bitch to know a bitch, BITCH!"
My jaw dropped as I stumbled back. So this fool has the itch to bitch? I growl as I stomp back up to him, our chests pressed together.
"Please, if I'm a bitch, then your a bitch, your mom's a bitch for having a bitch, your dad's a bitch for screwing a bitch so who's the bitch now, BITCH!?" I yell back, craning my head to look up at his face. He flared his nostrils at me. Damn little bitch boogers...
"Bitch, go sit down because we all know you've got more issues than vogue!" He snarled into my face. I rolled my eyes, brushing away the stank breath he had exhaled into my face.
"Bitch please, to the hand you talk because I'm listening not!"I mused out in a yoda voice. Shannon opened his mouth to talk but stopped and glared at me. I shot him a victorious grin.
"Don't play games with bitches that know how to play them better," I chimed sweetly. Rolling his eyes, Shannon stomped out the room. Laughing maniacally in my spot, I glanced back at my laptop and all that tingly 'I just beat a bitch' feeling left me. I still just deleted my whole oneshots folder. Looking on the bright side, I sigh, deciding I still had some of the paper originals. Reaching forward on the coffee table to grab my binder, I jump, hearing a voice behind me.
"You know, you should really take your own advice."
Aw, hell no.
I glance up slowly and my eyes meet ARid's. Did I mention she was still po'd at me for the smokebomb thing? I grin shyly.
"Heeeey, AJ! Wassup?" I start carefully. She glares at me and pulls out two of my powerblaster water guns I thought I'd lost. My eyes widen as she aims them at the open binder.
"Don't you do it." I warned, holding a hand up. She smiled.
"AJ, I'm serious. Me and water don't mix, I'll melt."
"Well good news for you. This isn't water," She grinned before pressing back on both triggers.
I screamed as the table, the sofa, my papers, me; everything got covered in a slimy, yellowish substance. When the guns finally, and I mean finally, emptied, AJ blew me a kiss and laughed as she skittered out the room. I held my breath. I was scared to know what the hell was covering me. Looking down at my binder, everything is soaked. And shiny. The hell? Against my better judgement, I breathe in through my nose and I growled. Bacon grease. Dammit, that bitch has been hanging out with the twinks!
"ALEX!"