Author's Note: Enjoy. :)

Michel & Josette

Chapter 17: Random Doings

Michel groaned in hideous boredom, lying in his bed and not bothering to get up. There was absolutely nothing to do and it was raining like crazy outside. The wind blew fiercely and the rain came down in huge drops. Michel didn't want to get soaked out there, so he stayed inside. However, unfortunately, he had nothing to do whatsoever!

Bartholomew wanted nothing to do with him today and was too busy sleeping and napping away in her room.

Yes, Bartholomew had her own room.

Michel groaned again and rolled over on to his stomach. He had been in bed since first thing in the morning. He didn't even bother getting up to make himself some breakfast.

Michel groaned for a third time and buried his face into his pillows, hollering into it like a madman.

He was lucky that nobody had heard him, because if they had, there would've been dire problems…very dire problems.

Michel lifted his head from his pillows, sighing through his nose deeply. He narrowed his eyes and just felt like doing something. He was so stupidly bored that it wasn't even funny!

"But I don't want to go outside…" He muttered to himself.

Michel rolled again and accidently fell from his bed, landing on his side on the hard, carpeted floor. He moaned in pain and then slowly got to his hands and knees, feeling like he could do something ridiculously random.

He started crawling on his hands and knees, letting loud, strange noises escape his mouth as he crawled. He was pretending to be an elephant/lion/zebra/ogre/troll/monkey/human. Yes, it was extremely weird and unnecessary. Plus, it was ridiculously random.

Michel continued to be silly for a few long moments, but then got tired from doing that and got to his socked feet, looking around. It was extremely quiet in his apartment, except for the clock ticking. He groaned and rolled his eyes, still bored out of his mind.

The young man went to his kitchen and randomly took something out of the fridge, which was milk. He frowned, getting some kind of idea.

Michel reached into one of the cabinets, pulling out one of Bartholomew's canned cat foods. He opened it and sniffed it, deciding that it had a very…strange aroma.

He got a bowl from another cabinet and sat that on the table, pouring the white colored milk into the bowl. Then he got a fork from a drawer and stabbed into it, taking some up and shoving it into his mouth.

Michel started chewing slowly, but then his eyes widened largely. He spat out the nasty cat food and wailed loudly. It did not taste good whatsoever! Michel reached over and grabbed the bowl of milk, bringing it to his lips and sipping on some.

However, he tasted something far more worse.

The milk tasted extremely sour, moldy, and old!

Michel spat out the milk, still wailing like an animal. He grabbed the carton of milk and checked the date.

12/3/2003

Michel's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the floor, passing out completely.

Bartholomew came in moments later, strolling on over to the carton of milk that had fallen to the floor with Michel. She wasn't concerned for her owner passed out on the ground at all. She looked at the milk carton, wondering why he passed out though.

The smart feline checked the date on the carton and saw what it said. She rolled her eyes and jumped on to the table, finishing up the cat food that Michel did not finish.