Here's another update because I feel guilty if I have to delay it again... Thanks to the last chapter's first review: Alex The Rayquaza.
Tomorrow's the second day of my national exams and it'll continue until the 26th so, I feel guilty.

Disclaimer: I don't own HoA or the movie Birds

Back at Anubis House; 17:00

Joy's POV

I bet some of you are wondering what I found in the bathtub or some of you may have guessed it by now. But for those of you who are still in the dark and wondering, I'm sure it's quite clear what I found to most of you, here's what happened:

Earlier that morning…

"TRUDY!" I slammed the door open but as soon as I did, I was met face to face with Amber.

"What's wrong?"

"Look in the bathtub, Amber…" I said. She walked over to the side of the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain aside.

Amber's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, "Oh. My. God… I did not know that Mountain Dew could get people drunk. Especially him."

"Well, now you know." Minutes later, Trudy came bursting through the bathroom door.

"What's wrong? Did any of you get hurt?" she asked, obviously worried.

"No, we're not hurt. But we're not so sure about him…" Amber replied, still looking at the bathtub weirdly.

"Him?" Trudy asked.

"Yeah, look in the bathtub," I gestured towards the bathtub. Trudy's eyes widened in shock and amusement.

"Sweet baby Jesus, what happened to him?"

"If only we knew, Trudy… If only we knew…"

"Well, we need to get him out of here," Trudy stated. "And I can't carry him on my own."

"You mean … Ew, no! I'm not touching him!"

"Sorry, Trudy, I agree with Amber on this one. I am most definitely not touching him."

"But I'm pretty sure the guys won't mind," Amber said, grinning ear to ear.

"Call them then," Trudy replied. "I won't be able to do this alone."

"Okay, wait a second…" Amber grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room and downstairs to call the guys.

"Guys… We need your help! Go upstairs! Trudy needs you!" Amber yelled in the middle of the hall like Victor giving his 'Its Ten O'clock Pin Drop' speech. Mick ran past us up the stairs, followed by Jerome, Eddie, Alfie and Fabian. Now, I'm pretty sure you've guessed it by now. If you haven't, then I suggest rereading this. What we found was Victor lying in the bathtub surrounded by various bottles of Mountain Dew. He looked like a drunken 50 year old guy who fell asleep in a bathtub while swimming in Mountain Dew. And trust me, that was most definitely not a pleasant sight to see.

Amber shuddered, "I will never look at Victor the same way again."

"I think I'm scarred for life. I mean, who wouldn't be if they saw their terrifying housekeeper lying unconscious in a bathtub surrounded by Mountain Dew?"

"I'm starting to regret ever telling my dad I wanted to go to a boarding school… I thought it would be fun, living with your friends and all. I didn't expect to have a scary housekeeper with an obsession with his stuffed bird and strange facial hair…"

"Honestly, Corbierre creeps me out more than Victor does… I feel like he's gonna suddenly come back to life and attack us like in that movie… Birds. That movie changed my whole way of seeing birds. Now they give me the creeps."

"Oh! That movie where the birds started killing everyone right?"

"Yeah…"

And well, that's how our day of cleaning up the house ended; with me and Amber talking about a movie where birds started changing into coldblooded killers and attempt to assassinate everyone. While you're reading what's on my mind, in real life, I was just sitting on my bed, randomly drawing things on a notepad. Somehow, I ended up drawing a taco. I honestly think it's because I didn't get enough lunch.

Jerome's POV 20:50 PM

I looked at the clock in the living room; ten minutes till nine. Did you know that ten minutes could feel like an eternity when you're waiting on something or someone? It's like time decided to be a jerk and go, 'Oh look, Jerome's waiting for someone. I'm feeling like a jerk so I better slow myself down so he suffers the wait.' Well time, who or whatever you are, screw you too.

I sat in the couch alone in the living room. Everyone else had something to do while I had to, to put it dramatically, suffer the long wait that is ten minutes. Even Fabian had something to do, I mean, what did the kid have to do? He was Fabian for God's sake; the only thing he used to 'have to do' was read a book and do homework. You just know your life is sad when Fabian has something better to do than you do. I could go on and on about how sad my life is at the moment or how Fabian's 'something to do' probably involved books but that would be boring. And the last thing I needed at the current moment was to bore myself out of my mind, talking to you strangers who decided to intrude my thoughts by reading this. I don't even know why I'm narrating everything that's going on to you guys, whoever you are.

I snuck another glance at the clock; 20:59. Really, time? Really? One more minute and I'll be done waiting. That is, if she's on time. As the minute hand reached the number 12, my phone rang and vibrated right off the table. It's one of those good thing bad thing type of thing. I picked up the phone to be greeted by an overly bubbly voice, "Jerome!"

Patricia's POV 23:10

I sat on my bed, listening to Joy talking our ears off about, and I quote, 'the magic of 11:11 wishes'. Sometimes, I wonder how we became best friends. She was one of those people who believed in mythical creatures, wishes, good luck charms and all that jazz. We literally had almost nothing in common.

"-And you still doubt me?" Joy ended her speech with a question.

"Yeah, Joy, I do," I replied.

Joy glared at me playfully, "Mara?"

"Sorry, Joy. I'm with Patricia on this one," Mara said.

Joy huffed, "Traitors."

"Sorry," Mara laughed.

"Ten seconds till 11:11. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Make a wish!" Joy exclaimed, shutting her eyes. "Do it."

"Fine, fine…" I muttered, shutting my eyes like Joy and Mara and made a wish. If you think I'm going to tell you, then you are delusional. A hint that it doesn't involve violence, for once. Shock, I know.

"How about we make a bet?" Joy offered.

I raised my eyebrows, "What type of bet are you talking about?"

"If your wish comes true, you owe me 100 bucks, the two of you. But if it doesn't, I'll pay you guys. 100 bucks each," Joy explained, reaching her hand out for a handshake to seal the deal.

"Screw it, I've got nothing to lose," I decided, shaking her hand. "Mara?"

"Okay, fine," she said, shaking Joy's hand.

"You both are so gonna regret making this bet," Joy said, cackling evilly. "Goodnight!" And the lights switched off.

Thanks again... The first few chapters of Love's a Crazy Thing is up, for those who have read it. If you haven't, check it out...? Okay then, thank you again and R&R!