"You can't tell me how to raise my own kid, Amanda!" Macey growled.
"She can't be spoiled forever,"
"Oh I see, those two beasts you called children having been fighting ever since Jimmy knew how to walk. My little Blake never starts fights, she loves the people around her, especially your husband who showers her with gifts, kisses, and hugs,"
"My children aren't beasts, you fucking bitch," Amanda hissed. "Your daughter needs to learn how to behave,"
"You put a belt on my child in front of me, my fiancee, your husband, and even your children," Macey retorted. "You called that fuckin parenting?!"
"Macey, stop this now," Carter retorted, pulling his fiancée's arm, before she turned around. "Look, we'll figure out a way to pay for the damn picture frame. Let's just get Blakesleigh and we'll figure out a way to punish her,"
"It better be a good punishment, beside taking away her sweets,"
"Amanda," Michael hissed. "Seriously, fuckin' stop,"
"Are you fuckin' defending them?" Amanda hissed. "I'm your wife, Michael Townley,"
"Look, you didn't have the right to hit and beat Blake with a fuckin' belt," Michael said. "She said she was sorry, and you ain't gonna take it?! She's four years old!"
After the argument, everyone went outside to find the children who told them to step out of the Townley's trailer home for them to have grown folks talk. They weren't playing outside in front of the trailer home, until everyone started calling out their names.
Carter and Trevor turned around to see Tracey and Jimmy climbing down a tree slowly, as they ran towards their parents, but there was one problem.
"Where's Blake?" Carter asked.
Macey turned to face Tracey and Jimmy. "Where's my daughter?"
"Auntie Macey,"
"Where's my fuckin' daughter, you two animals,"
"Hey, that's my kids you're talking to," Michael defended.
"I don't care, Michael," Macey hissed. "Where's my baby,"
"We saw ran towards the woods," Jimmy explained.
"She was afraid of heights, Daddy," Tracey said.
Michael, Macey, and Carter had the color drained from them, as they were worried about Blake now. She's only four years old and now she was in the woods alone, running for her life.
Loud music ringing through Blake's mind as she had a headache, followed by bad breath due to the alcohol intake from Ethan's party last night. She can really hear music playing, as the lyrics to Closer by Tegan and Sara was still playing out loud.
"Here comes the dreams of you and me. Here comes the dreams,"
A dog was panting in her ear, as she felt a wet tongue licking her face, smelling it's bad breath.
"Lunch, you are so fuckin' nasty,"
She opened her eyes to see a black and white Corgi dog in front of her as she realized who it was.
It was Max's dog, Zen-Zen, since he had his red collar around his neck and his tags.
"Zen-Zen?" Blake said slowly confused.
He barked twice, before Blake covered her ears because of the sensitivity of having a hangover made it sound really loud.
She opened her eyes to see that she was wearing her red wayfarer sunglasses on her nose, before pushing them up to her eyes.
She wasn't wearing her party clothes when she woke up. She was wearing her white bikini with large sized rainbow polka dots which was the most hateful bikini that she ever wore.
"The fuck I'm wearing this for?!" Blake asked herself.
She preferred dark colors instead of bright beautiful colors for her clothing, but her aunt Amanda bought this for her to wear. For her bottom, she had her bikini bottoms on, but they were covered with blue jean shorts.
She noticed she was laying on the sectional couch of the De Santa living room. She slowly raised her body upright. As she looked down at the floor, she noticed something was wrong while noticing her lavender purple toenails.
On the floor, there was beer bottles and even soda and beer cans.
"What the hella happened?" Blake asked herself, placing her two feet onto the floor. She step onto a few spruck soda cans, before she noticed someone else in the living room area with her.
Max was wearing Tracey's blue bikini as she was laying on the square mahogany coffee table, with her butt in the air. She was sleeping as she was drooling on it.
"Max," Blake called out, before she stood up.
"Maxie J!" She called her name out once more, before caramel haired teen fallen while jumping off and onto the right side of the square coffee table.
"Damn it, Blake, you loud," Max complained, slowly standing up from the floor. She had an empty beer bottle in her left hand, before she looked to see the inside of it and then looked around the living room area.
"What the hell happened," Max asked, dropping the beer bottle.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," Blake replied, before they heard loud snoring coming from the kitchen.
Lunch was laying on the counter in the middle of the kitchen as she was still asleep. She still had on the sexy black lacy dress she stole from Michael and Amanda's closet, while not having the red heels on.
She had Michael's expensive bourbon whiskey bottle in her hand as it was empty when Blake removed it. Her other hand was in a bowl of cold water. There was shot glasses and red solo cups at the end of the counter where Lunch's barefeet where.
Blake and Max move closer, until they smelled something in the air. There was two different scents in the air. One of them was coming from the ovens and the second scent was coming from the counter where Lunch was still asleep.
"Lunch," Blake shooked her sleeping friend from the countertop, as she moved a little by turning her face to the left.
"Lunchables," Max shooked her as well, before the pink haired teen raised her head slightly, until they finally recognized the scent that was on the counter.
"Lynnette Haines!" Blake hissed.
"Don't call me that," Lunch mumbled. "And shut up… you giving me a headache… Why am I wet?"
"Cause, you peed the countertop," Blake explained, before she and Max were in front of her face. Lunch moved her legs to see a yellowish pee pool underneath her and still felt wet on the dress.
"Aww, damn," Lunch said, before removing her pink locks out of her face and looked up at her friends. "Look, B, your uncle had the good-"
Blake and Max started laughing, as they looked at Lunch's face. Something was drawn onto her face skin in black as it made them laughed.
Blake was pointing to Lunch's face, while Max was trying to covered her laughs.
"What?" Lunch said confused. "It ain't funny?"
Blake walked away as she grabbed a metal pan from the sink and showed her face.
On her forehead, it says 'bitch'. Her facial cheeks had cat whiskers on them and her nose was covered with black marker for the nose.
"Aww, that's fucked up,"
Lunch stood up from the countertop slowly, as pee was slowly dripping from off the countertop and she broken a few shot glasses, once they fallen onto the floor.
She walked towards the kitchen sink as she started washing her face.
Then Max and Blake decided to investigate what was the second smell coming from the kitchen.
And it all leads towards the ovens.
"Lunch, you aren't by any chance…" Blake asked, while walking slowly towards the first oven on the left while Max takes the second oven to the right.
"Whattie?" Lunch asked, lifting her head up out of the sink as there was still permenant black marker stains on her face.
Both Max and Blake opened the ovens at the same time.
"Wooooo!" They said disgusted, before closing the oven quickly.
The girls in front of the oven started coughing, before they looked through the windows of it to see what was inside. They notice that the oven was still on low, but there was something burning inside of the oven. They keep seeing melted but burnt chocolate on the rack of the ovens, as they noticed a familiar white grayish smoke still coming out of the oven doors, which caught the pink haired teen's attention.
"Is that my Girl Scout Cookies?" Lunch asked, recognizing the smell of her favorite type of weed.
She immediately left the sink and pushed Max out of her way, as she opened up the right oven to smell her favorite type of weed all brunt from overcooking in a silver pan.
She fallen on her knees as she covered her face.
"Why?!" Lunch cried, looking up at the ceiling of the kitchen area. "Why me? My weed never did anything to me. All it did was give me happiness,"
Lunch mourned her burned up batch of weed brownies, before she reaches over to the nearest drawers next to ovens and pulled out at two white dishtowel. She covered both pans up with the dishtowels, before she clasped her hands together and quietly said a silent prayer.
"Honor thy weed and my sadness, Jesus…" she silently said, before she stood up looking at the ovens, before Blake turned them off and shutting the oven doors.
Lunch through the windows once more. "Good-bye, my delicious friends. You never got the chance,"
"Alright, it's all clear that we were all drunk last night," Max stated.
"But what happened overnight?" Blake asked. "Look at my house. Look at my Uncle Michael's house! Are you fuckin' seeing this?!"
"Whoa," Lunch said, amazed looking around the kitchen area of the De Santa house. "Whatever we done last night, this ain't us,"
"Well, duh," Max looked at Lunch. "No shit, Sherlock Holmes,"
The girls decided to look around the destroyed De Santa house as they were amazed and shocked at what was the damages to Michael and Blake's house. They were over fifteen people who were left downstairs and ten people who were in the upstairs part of the house, using the kid's bedrooms and the bathroom as a sleeping quarters except for the master bedroom where Michael and Amanda slept in, since it was locked.
The paintings up on the wall were covered in graffiti paint used from spray cans. The one next to the bathroom, facing Jimmy's bedroom had "WTF?!" on the yellow tulip picture. The one next to Tracey's room had "Street ass and poontangs room" with a red arrow pointing to Tracey's room door on the beautiful scenery picture.
The girls nodded.
"That's true," Lunch stated.
And once they turn around to face the other side of the upstairs part to where the master bedroom was. There was a painting that happened to be graffiti with words again. It had a green arrow pointing to Michael and Amanda's bedroom that says "Pimp and Stripper De Santa's sex room,"
"Okay, that's fucked up," Blake stated, pointing to the picture. "The stripper part was one thing, but calling my uncle a pimp is another thing,"
As they climbed down the stairs to reach to the bottom part of the mansion house, everything was the same before when they noticed the sleeping party-goers, the open pizza boxes with leftover pizza inside, crushed soda cans and red solo cups, beer bottles that were in glass shards, and also three ply toilet paper was scattered across the living room room, along with buttered and cheddar cheese popcorn and potato chips.
On the picture portrait of Amanda, it had devil horns on top of her chocolate brown hair and 'Bitchy Wife' was written at the bottom with blue spray paint.
On Tracey and Jimmy's portrait, they both had dark colored eyes and mustaches on them and goatee on Jimmy's chin. 'Slut and Bitch Ass' were written in red graffiti spray paint at the top and bottom of the portrait.
They walked into the kitchen and it was still the same with the red solo cups on the counter and broken shot glasses on the floor. Michael's expensive bourbon whiskey bottle was still sitting on the counter, as it was collecting dust knowing that it was empty. There was a few open wine bottles taking from the wine rack as they were left open as well next to the juicer.
They noticed a green, but cold splatter on the floor as Max stepped onto it. She jumped away from her as she thought it was throw up at first, but Blake warned her that it could be her aunt's green juice that she be making for herself and it could be the leftover in the refrigerator.
Blake opened the refrigerator to see that everything in the refrigerator was gone, even the kale green juice that her aunt always be drinking, even though her Uncle Michael don't drink because of the bad taste.
The only thing that was left inside of refrigerator was a half empty carton of eggs and two cold trays of brownies, which Blake pointed it out.
Lunch moved Blake out her way, as she grabbed the cold tray of brownies on the left and started munching them down. Once she ate half of them, she realized that it wasn't her weed brownies that she made. It took her five minutes to recognize that something was wrong, until she felt her stomach rumbling inside as she started to clutching onto it, before sprinting off towards the upstairs bathroom.
Blake and Max were looking at Lunch running away, before they look at the cold tray of supposably weed brownies. Blake was about to reached out and grab one, before Max stopped her.
"I don't think those were weed brownies,"
"What were they anyway," Blake asked.
"Holy mother fuckin' shit!" They heard Lunch swearing upstairs. "Those have chocolate super laxatives in them!"
Blake immediately pushed the cold tray of chocolate laxative brownies away from her, before they heard Lunch flushing the toilet, multiple times.
"I hope Lunchables don't flood the bathroom," Max said, before walking towards the backyard area of the De Santa house. Blake follows her as well when they walked outside of the house, hoping to get some fresh air, because the house doesn't smell fresh like it always does.
It smelled like leftover pizza, pot, and burned up brownies.
The backyard area of the house had cigarette butts in the pool and even beer and soda cans. There was someone that was laying down in the deck chair as she was getting a suntan while still asleep.
Max pushed the deck chair close to the pool, and she let Blake do the honors.
"Get your drunk ass out of my home!" Blake hissed, pushing her into the pool to wake her up. She immediately woke when she felt the cold water touch her skin and she immediately climbed out of the pool before looking at the girls.
"Cool party, you two," she said to them, before leaving the property.
Blake and Max looked at each, before Lunch showed walking slowly behind them and they noticed her.
"Feel better?" Max asked.
"Or you shit yourself?" Blake asked.
"No," Lunch quickly replied to Blake's question.
"Why you smell like ass?" Blake asked. "Please don't tell me you sharded up the bathroom,"
"Uhhh," Lunch didn't know how to reply to that question.
The girls were back in the living room area as they were sitting on the white sectional couch together. They were all sharing a morning beer and also a bowl of popped popcorn, which Lunch had the munchies for after eating two weed brownies from the refrigerator.
"What happened last night? What caused all this?" Lunch asked, with a mouthful of popcorn.
"That's we're trying to figure out," Blake replied.
"Seriously, I don't remember my dog being here at your house, Blake," Max stated, before Zen-Zen jumped onto her owner's lap, and the brown haired teen started petting him.
"All I remember is that we came home when my boyfriend dropped this off," Blake explained, rubbing the sides of her forehead, before taking off her red wayfarer sunglasses. "That's when we must have crashed into bed,"
"But there has to be more," Max explained, looking at Blake, before Zen-Zen ran towards Lunch who was still having the munchies while eating popcorn.
She decides to give Zen-Zen some of it to eat, before listening to her friends.
"Somehow I don't remember making pot brownies and chocolate laxative brownies," Lunch explained. "If I was making them, I would be waking up to the smell of them,"
Max shifted as she moved to get comfortable, before she felt something cold laying against the small of her back. It felt like a cold screen as Max raise up to find Blake's iFruit pad that had a purple and black case, covering it for the protection.
She pressed play on the screen as it was showing a video.
"God, I need something," Blake said, bored.
Blake and Lunch moved closer to Max as she was holding the iFruit pad in her hands, while watching the video.
"That party had me tired the fuck out," Max said tried as she laid down the white sectional couch.
"Well, I know another way to have fun," Lunch stated.
"What?" Blake asked.
Max fast forward the video as it showed that they were still on the couch.
"Inhale it deeply," Lunch instructed as Blake was holding Jimmy's bong in her hand, before she lit it up, and placed her mouth over it. Blake inhale deeply as she was coughing for the first time, before removing it from her mouth.
"Girl, you weak," Max giggled.
"Fuckin' *cough* *cough* true," Blake said, still inhaling the smoke.
"I smoke weed?!" Blake exclaimed.
"Damn, B, you had a hard time," Lunch stated.
"Shut the fuck up, Lunchables,"
Max fast forward it once more.
The girls was still smoking weed on the couch, as they were laying down on the couch still and then they had a bowl of potato chips and cheese balls next to them.
Max pressed play, as it continues playing the rest of the video.
Max was licking one of the chocolate fudge pops which belongs to Michael. "This is so… yummy,"
"Let me have a lick," Blake said, before licking the side of it with her tongue.
"Mmm, yummy, Maxie J,"
"I see Jim Jim's face in the chip," Lunch said, looking at the potato chip. "He looks so fuckin' sexy and delicious,"
Blake grabbed another weed joint and light it up with Michael's blue cigarette lighter, before she blew smoke in Lunch's face, as she was looking at her friend inhaling and exhaling it. Lunch inhaled in the smoke as she layed back to enjoy the lovely smell of weed.
"Hey, I have a question, will my auntie ever love me?" Blake asked.
"That wannabe sex crazed housewife loves two things, money… and sex," Lunch replied.
"And real men dicks," Max added.
The girls laughed, before Blake passed the weed joint to Max, as they were doing puff, puff, pass.
Max inhaled the weed joint, as she held onto the melting chocolate fudge pop with her hand.
"Are you girls hungry?" Blake asked. "I wanna brownie so badly… or maybe a pizza,"
"How did get the cheese balls, on the cheese?" Lunch asked. "And how is the planet so small with some good cheese, instead of dirt?
"Maybe they got the cheese from the ground, just how they got bacon,"
"Maxie J, bacon did not come from no ground… it came from my Uncle Michael with those love handles he got,"
The girls laughed, before Max passed the weed joint to Lunch which she had to walk pass Blake, until the dark haired teen made her trip, making her drop her fudge pop on the floor. Max dropped the weed joint as it started making the the red rug, underneath have a small flame, before Blake spilled her beer to make it go away.
"Ta-da,"
Max and Lunch clapped their hands.
Suddenly, the girls heard something vibrating.
Max paused the video as she once heard it.
It was coming from the white couch cushions as Blake dig in between them to find her iFruit phone. The screen was light up as she received ten messages. Five from LifeInvader, two voicemails which came from missed calls and even three text messages from Franklin, Carter, and Norah.
The people who were calling her and left her voice messages was her Aunt Amanda and Uncle Michael.
She decided to listen to Uncle Michael's voicemail, before she put it on speaker phone for her friends to listen.
She tapped her Uncle Michael's voicemail message, as it started playing.
"Hey, Blake, it's your uncle, I'm just checking on you, since I thought about you this morning. I hope that you haven't destroy the house, because I will be coming home soon, later on tonight,"
Blake dropped her iFruit phone on the floor, as it slide out of the palm of her hand.
The girls were shocked at the moment, as they heard Michael saying that he will be coming home soon.
"I love you, Blakie Bear, goodbye,"
The voicemail ended before the girls looked at each other, as Lunch dropped her bowl of popcorn on the floor, which made Zen-Zen ran and started eating it off the floor.
"Oh, shit," the girls said together, slowly.
Only an hour has passed, since the voicemail they heard from Blake's iFruit phone. They only have the morning and the afternoon time to clean up the whole house from the inside and out, before Michael returns from Sandy Shores. Blake walked back into the house, through the front doors as she noticed Max cleaning up the front foyer of the house. She was holding a black trash bag in her left hand, as she was picking up soda and beer cans.
"Yo, after that weed and party fiasco, I didn't get much sleep. Where'd you been?" Max asked.
"I went out for walk," Blake said tiredly, pointing to the door behind her. "While I was doing that, I finally got the people to leave the house. Maxie J, what we gonna do, those party-goers nearly turned my uncle's home into the De Santa Bed and Breakfast,"
Suddenly, Lunch fallen down the stairs as she landed at the bottom part of the stairs.
Max and Blake looked away from Lunch as she stood up slowly.
"Lunchables, what are you doing?" Blake asked.
"I thought I heard the doorbell ringing," Lunch replied, as she pulled down the shirt to cover herself, which belongs to Blake.
"The doorbell ain't ringing," Max replied, before looking at Blake. "Listen, B, we won't have the chance to clean up as much as we can since there's only three of us. Michael didn't say anything about what time is he truly coming home. He just said he's coming home at night,"
"If we were together and finish this before he comes home, we won't have to be fuckin' six feet underground,"
"But how?" Max asked. "Can we just get that maid that your aunt and uncle hired to clean all this up?"
"Uncle M relieved her from her duties and she's on vacation at the moment,"
"What about the gardener?" Lunch asked. "Can't he used his leaf blower to clean some of this shit up?"
"He won't be here until the weekend," Blake explained. "Besides, we'll all be dead at that time,"
"Okay, Blake I think we ran out of options at this point," Max said dropping the trash bag, full of soda cans and beers. "You might as well get your aunt on the phone and tell her to come home right now, so she can help fix this,"
"Uh, do you know who my aunt is at the moment?" Blake asked. "She's a raging bitchy wife or soon-to-be ex-wife fucking with the yoga instructor who's a bitch ass,"
"But, can you at least talk to her?" Max asked.
"No and plus she knew about Ethan's party and also about the party we through here as well," Blake explain while pulling at her iFruit phone from her back pocket. "Here, listen to this voicemail. She's losing her mind,"
She played Amanda's voicemail message on speaker phone.
"What the fuck did you do to your cousin and my daughter?! I can't fucking believe you, Blakesleigh Rose Grant or whatever the fuck you are in this world! Wait until Michael knows about this and he'll kick your little ass out on the streets-"
Blake ended the voicemail by pressing pause.
"And you two don't wanna hear the rest," Blake sighed before looking back at her iFruit phone. "Let me try to talk to her and and we'll clean up this mess together,"
Blake walked outside of the De Santa house, before placing her phone up to her ear, as she can the ringing on the other line of the phone. Amanda didn't pick up her phone as it went straight to voicemail.
So, Blake decided to leave her a voicemail.
"You listen to me and you listen to me very good," Blake growled. "Everything was fine before you end up fuckin' that tennis coach and now that bitch ass yoga instructor and even my Dad, Carter Missildine. I hope that you will never return back into my life and to my uncle and Daddy's life. If I see you again, somebody is gonna end up getting hurt and it's not going to be me or Uncle Michael. Do you hear me you, bitch?!"
She hanged up her phone before looking through her contacts, and dialed another number that can be helpful for her.
"iFruit Customer service, how may I help you,"
"Hi, I would like to have a number blocked,"
So, after a night of partying and left alone in that house, Blake, Max, and Lunch had finally messed up big time by destroying the De Santa house.
What will they do now, since Michael will be returning home soon? Will they be able to clean up everything before he returns home? Or he'll be one over protective but angry uncle to his niece once again?