Here are Ch.'s 12 and 13. They are kinda short, but I want to have a whole chapter for the party scene. Review!
Later that day, I heard mom yelling that she got sax. I am so happy for her. She deserves this promotion. The parents unfortunately made up that night though. So we just have to think of more plans. All of the kids were hanging out when Frank came up.
"Guys, guys. Listen up! You're mom is going to be very over the next couple of days so I want everyone on their best behavior. That's an order." Frank announced.
"We're always on our best behavior, sur." Harry told him. All of a sudden Ethan and Aldo came running up the stairs in their underwear only, running away from Mrs. Munion, screaming.
"Ethan! Aldo! Excuse us! Boys!" Mrs. Munion screamed, running after them. Me and Joni had to stuff our fists in our mouths to keep from laughing.
"I guess we'll be doing a little extra cleaning too." Harry said, looking at the boys.
"Right. As you were." Frank nodded, walking away.
"Cleaning huh?" Phoebe said, turning to me. I smirked.
"Grab the other guys. I know just where to start." I told Harry before walking away.
The next day was laundry day. I was sitting next to Joni and Mick when Frank came in with 3 laundry baskets.
"Colors." Puts basket down. "Permanent press." Puts basket down. "Whites." Puts basket down. So we all get up and grab a basket, quickly getting to work. We were all sitting on the couch in this order: Lau, Joni, Me, Mick, Michael, and Jimi. I turned when I heard Jimi talking.
"Um... Michael is there something you forgot?" Jimi asks, holding up a pink thong. Michael punches him in the arm.
"Shut up." He told Jimi. Then Mrs. Munion walks in and sees the thong.
"Oh, that's mine." She said, taking it before walking away.
"I am officially scarred for life." I told them, while they both nodded in agreement. Then we heard a yell.
"Kids!" Helen screamed. We all ran up to find her office perfectly clean. "Where are my velvet pumps? Why would anybody do this?"
"But it's clean." Ethan said confusedly.
"No, honey. I can't work with clean. I have a deadline. Oh my god. I'll never be able to find anything. My ultra suiad used to be right here, right beneath the blue bird. Do you remember that? Where's my fake alligator skin?" Helen asked, freaking out.
"We thought we'd surprise you." Christina told her timidly.
"Yeah. We thought that you'd like it. The admiral always does say a clean ship is a happy ship." William said, bringing the blame in Frank.
"Hey. Wow. This place is ship shape." Frank said, smiling.
"Well, you just had to, didn't ya?" Helen said, starting to leave.
"Excuse me?" Frank asked.
"No, Frank. I understand you pathological need to organize the rest if the house. But this is my space. I need just a little bit of respect." Helen said before going downstairs.
"Did I miss something?" Frank asked confusedly. All of us just shrugged, pretending not to know anything. Then Frank went downstairs, leaving all of us upstairs alone. We all silently cheered before heading downstairs to bed.