"Come on out of there." Skipper said. "We don't bite…hard."
"He's kidding." Kowalski said.
Rico peeked in, looking curious. He had a bruise on his cheek and a few scratches.
"Is that you, Private?" Skipper asked.
"My name's Andre." Andre said before he could stop himself.
"It is you!" Skipper said.
The door slid open and Andre slowly came out.
"Now that we're roommates, we should properly introduce ourselves." Kowalski said. "My name is Kowalski Taro. I see you've already met my brother."
Andre nodded. "I'm Andre Davis."
"I'm Skipper Sorenson, real name…classified. That would be on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know." He smiled. "And that's Rico Blue; he's a man of few words."
Rico grinned. From Andre's perspective, it was a bit scary looking.
"W-was that from the fight?" He asked in a hushed tone, pointing to a long scar on the left side of Rico's face.
Rico shook his head.
"Well, do you need help unpacking?" Kowalski asked. "Or would you like some alone time?"
"I-I don't know." Andre squeaked.
"Alright, kid, we'll let you relax." Skipper said. "But no more snooping around any journals or I'll have to put you on my list of suspicious people."
He and Rico went to their own room to relax.
"He's not serious, is he?" Andre asked.
Kowalski laughed nervously, "Yeah, I have no idea." He said. "I forgive you for looking at my journal. Did you need help with anything?"
"No, I can do it." Andre said.
Kowalski set off to do his homework while Andre unpacked.
He put all of his clothes in drawers and the closet, and then he put his suitcase in the hall closet. His computer was plugged in and on his desk. He turned to his bed.
He took out all of the bedding and prepared to make it. However, as he lifted the bed, it started to fall on him. He yelped and pushed it back, which caused it to fall back down.
Kowalski watched with amusement as the younger boy tried two more times, and then he felt bad and helped him.
"Thanks." Andre said once the bed was made.
"No problem." Kowalski said, returning to his work.
Andre's cell phone rang and he took it out to the living room where Rico was reading.
"Hello, Andre? Are you alright, darling?" Candace asked.
"Yes, mum."
"Are you sure you don't want to come back? I received a call saying that you were being picked on. Is everything okay? Do you want to come back home? We're not leaving yet so we can pick you up-"
"Mum! I'm fine. It was nothing, just a few stuck up people. Honest, I'll be fine. I don't want to go back home. I just made my bed and met my roommates, they're-" he paused, "they're cool…er…yeah."
"Oh, really? That's wonderful! Are they really nice and safe? They're not like the boys we saw earlier this morning, are they? Is your little friend Kenny your roommate?"
They aren't LIKE the boys we saw this morning; they ARE the boys we saw this morning. He thought. Safe? He glanced at Rico who was looking at a magazine that had bombs on the cover. "Kenny's not my roommate, but it's alright." He finally responded.
"Well, at least you'll get to see him! Oh, your father wants to talk to you."
Andre sighed as the phone was given to his father.
"Hey Andre! How was your day so far? I'm not lecturing you; I think a few fights to start off your week are great- OW! Your mum has a strong arm."
Andre rolled his eyes. "Dad, I'm doing great. Er…is Mum still nearby?"
"Let me see. Nope, she just went to the restroom."
"I lost my salad, but a nice girl let me go to a club meeting for pizza." He said. "It was wonderful and later, my friend Barry gave me a snow cone! Both of them tasted like Heaven. Please don't tell Mum, I really think I can eat whatever I want now. This was brilliant; thanks for helping me convince Mum to let me come here."
"Well I'm certainly not telling, but you know she'll find out eventually. I'm glad you're having fun."
"Yeah, she'll also find out my roommates are those boys from earlier."
"The kid with the glasses and the other two?"
"Yeah, they're a little intimidating, but I think I can be friends with them."
"Alright, well it's good for you to be around different people and- It's really great that you got another salad from the lunch line."
Andre was about to question when he noticed the change in tone.
"Yup Dad, I'm being perfectly safe."
"Good boy, we love you and good luck!"
"I love you darling!" Candace shouted in the background.
Andre turned to see Rico looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"My mum is overprotective." Andre said.
Rico shrugged and returned to his magazine.
"Is your mum that way too?"
Rico didn't respond. Andre decided to leave him alone.
He was about to go to his room when there was a knock at the door.
"Can I answer that?" Andre asked, looking at Rico. Rico still didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes."
He walked over and opened the door.
"HELLO NEIGHBORS!" The boy shouted, startling Andre.
The boy had silvery-grey hair and was wearing what looked like a homemade hat. It took Andre a few seconds to realize who it was.
"YOU?! You're our new neighbor?" Julien said, examining Andre. "The boy who disrespects de crown…our neighbor…I am not believing this."
"Hooray for King Julien!" A little boy squealed, hugging Julien.
"MORT! GET OFF ME!" Julien bellowed, attempting to push the surprisingly strong child off.
"He likes you." Private said.
The boy ran off to his room. Andre had figured out where the music was coming from.
"It is stupidity." Julien said. "Anyway, I am decreeing that you come tonight to my royal party. It is in 4Q."
"I don't think I'm go-"
"Don't think? Don't think?! No, you ARE going. It is a royal decree, you cannot be disobeying it."
"I think I have a choice."
"You do NOT! I am de King here and you must be obeying de king which is me. I think I might have mentioned- I AM THE KING!"
"Could you please stop yelling at me?"
"I-" He caught sight of Rico's scowl and gasped. "Come here." He pulled Andre out into the hall. "He is your roommate?"
"Yes." Andre said, "What of it?"
"You really are new. Have you not heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Rico is dangerous. There's a reason those other whackos were beating on him. They call him a freak, yes, but he is also deadly."
"Deadly, what on earth are you talking about?"
"Even Mort knows. Rico is a murderer."
"What?!"
"They say he killed his mother in psycho rage. And he tried to kill his sister, which is why she is blind."
"I-"
"He's a psycho. You never know when he turns on you."
"I don't believe that for a second."
"Suit yourself pal, don't say I didn't warn you." Julien smirked and returned to his room where the loud music was playing.
Andre rolled his eyes and turned to find the door shut. Having left his key inside, he knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, Rico opened it.
"Thanks." Andre said, following the older boy inside.
Rico nodded and continued to look through his magazine.
It can't be true, can it? Andre asked himself, looking at Rico. He's looking through a magazine about explosives, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's violent, does it? Can Julien's word be trusted? Ca-
"AHH!" He had almost crashed into Skipper.
"Whoa there, what happened?" he asked.
"Julien." Andre mumbled.
Skipper groaned, "He's annoying, don't listen to him. Half the stuff he says is garbage, anyway. You can hardly count on him for a straight answer."
"Even if he looks like he's completely serious?"
"Sometimes. It's hard to tell if he knows what he's saying or if he doesn't have that little voice in his head."
"A conscience?"
"Yeah, I don't think he has one of those. Everything comes out of his mouth without prior thought."
"Okay."
Skipper approached Rico to discuss something while Andre returned to his room.
He was still confused, Julien had seemed so serious, but Skipper said not to trust him. He hardly felt like he could trust either at the moment. He still felt uneasy around his roommates. Even Kowalski was a bit intimidating, probably because he was smart.
Andre pulled out his laptop and began an email to his friend in England.
"Well, that's Math done." Kowalski sighed.
"Really?" Andre asked, "But that wasn't even an hour."
"I can finish pretty fast." Kowalski admitted. "What're you doing?"
"Writing to my friend, Ginger, she's always wanted to know what it was like here. By the way, your brother's in trouble for having smelly pizza in his room."
Kowalski groaned. "Again? I keep telling him that he can't- how does he even pay for it?" Kowalski rummaged through his bag and pulled out a wallet. "Hey, where'd my money go? I swear I just had twenty dollars in here last week…no, he couldn't…KENNY!"
Kowalski grabbed his key and stormed out of the room. "Kid…can't believe he'd…my personal…I'd never…kill that kid…why would he? I…I don't…" He muttered under his breath.
Andre stared at the doorway until he heard the door close and Kowalski's stomps faded.
"Wow, it's not even 4:30 and he's already annoyed with Kenny." Skipper laughed from the other room.
"Maybe you should make sure he's not going to actually kill Kenny." Andre called to Skipper.
"Can't. I have an Algebra test tomorrow and if I don't study, Marlene and the teacher are going to kill me. Mostly Marlene because she made my study schedule."
Andre pondered for a moment before putting his laptop aside and taking his key with him. He saw Skipper staring questioningly at a book and Rico was eating a muffin.
"I'll go after him." Andre said.
"'Kay." Skipper said, not really paying attention.
Andre hurried out to the hall to find that Kowalski had already gone down. He decided to go down the stairs so it would be faster. When he got down, he realized he didn't know what room it was. He headed down what he thought was the boys side. Deciding it would be better to ask, he knocked on a door.
"Oh, hello!" Ramona said. "I didn't expect you."
"Sorry, I was looking for Kenny."
Ramona rolled her eyes. "They live in 3D, good luck with whatever's going on." She said.
"Thanks." Andre went to the other side to hear yelling coming from one of the rooms.
He knocked on the door.
"Andre!" Barry said, opening the door. "Hurry, save us." He dragged the boy inside the room.
Kowalski was staring at Kenny with his arms folded. The pizza had been cleaned, but there was still a distinct smell of pepperoni and old cheese.
"I didn't do it! I was framed!" Kenny pleaded.
"Like I believe that for a second." Kowalski growled.
"No man, I'm completely serious."
"Admit to me that you stole my money to pay for your pizza and didn't even bother to share it."
"If we shared it, you'd have known we took the money."
"And that makes all the difference." Kowalski snorted, sarcasm lingering after he'd said it.
"Come on Walski. Can I call you Walski?" Barry said slyly.
"You may NOT." Kowalski snapped.
"So it's okay for him to throw pizza at someone, but not for us to throw pizza around the room?" Barry asked incredulously.
"NO IT'S NOT OKAY!"
"I didn't throw it at her!" Kenny shouted defensively.
"You may not have thrown that pizza, but you threw this one." Kowalski said sternly. "That is not the issue I've come for. The issue is that you stole my money to buy whatever you wanted."
"So it IS about the pizza." Barry remarked.
"SHUT UP!" Kowalski yelled.
"Please stop fighting." Andre said weakly.
The others appeared not to have heard him.
"Fine, I'm sorry." Kenny said. "Is that what you wanted to hear? You could have told me instead of yelling at me."
"You were being a brat." Kowalski said. "And you're no help either, Barry."
"I wasn't being a brat!" Barry said.
"You were being snotty and rude, what do you call that?"
"I'm not snotty and rude!"
"YOU DENIED EVERYTHING! I CAN SMELL THE PIZZA AND YOU DENIED GETTING ANY! I CAN SEE THE PIZZA THROWN AWAY IN THE TRASH!"
"THEN IT IS ABOUT THE PIZZA!"
"WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!"
"YOU STOP IT! YOU CAN'T JUST COME BARGING INTO OUR ROOM-"
"YOU LET ME IN!"
"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE GOING TO SCREAM AT US!"
A loud banging noise interrupted Kowalski's retort.
Andre opened the door, but was buffeted out of the way by Alice.
"What's going on here?" She demanded. "I've gotten at least six noise complaints in the last two minutes. Four of them are from me."
"Kowalski's bothering us!" Barry said in a whining tone.
"Don't be a baby." Kowalski snapped at him.
"Either someone tell me what's going on or I drag all of you to the conference room. And I'm not happy. Do you want to see me angry?"
"You mean that's not your angry side?" Andre asked.
Alice glared at him. "No, Alvin. Now stay out of this."
Andre's feeble answer of "My name's Andre" faded under her intensified glare.
"Miss Alice," Kowalski said. "I do hope we haven't bothered you. You see, this has to do with me and my brother. There is nothing wrong but a family affair. A simple thing really, we will not shout anymore. I am truly sorry for disturbing you."
Alice looked at him oddly, her expression seemed to soften somewhat. "You're a strange one, Taro. But I'll let you off the hook this time, no more yelling." She exited the room.
"How did you do that?" Andre said.
"Formalities." Kowalski answered simply. "Something you two should learn." He added, turning to Barry and Kenny.
Barry turned red and ran to his room.
"Now brother, you see why I simply wanted an answer from you?" Kowalski asked in the same tone he'd used when talking to Alice.
"Y-yes." Kenny said, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry; I should have asked you for money."
"That is all I ask of you." Kowalski said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must study now."
He smiled and left the room.
"Wait, wasn't he upset?" Andre asked.
Kenny shrugged. "My brother has complicated emotions."
"Okay." Andre said.
"I-is it safe to come out now?" A nervous voice said. A small boy was looking at them.
"Yeah, the storm has passed."
"Don't be afraid." A voice said behind him. The first boy was given a gentle push from behind.
"Hello." The second boy said, "Are you new here? Then again, I got here at the beginning of the school year so everyone's new to me."
"Yeah, he's the new kid!" Kenny said. "Andre, these are my roommates."
"Hi, I'm Andre Davis."
"My name's Izzy." The second boy said with a smile. "And the scaredy cat's name is Leonard."
"I am NOT a scaredy cat." Leonard said.
"That's not what it looked like when you were under the covers." Izzy said.
"I was reading!"
"It must have been dark in there."
"I LIKE the dark."
"Mm-hm, sure you do. Would you like a drink, Andre?"
"Oh, sure." Andre said.
Izzy got a plastic cup and poured out some lemonade.
"Thanks." Andre said. "I'm going to go; I have to finish an email to my friend."
"Feel free to stop by any time, okay?" Izzy said.
"Thank you, I will." Andre said.
He exited his room and headed down the hall.
He was nice. Andre thought. Now I'm not sure what I think about Kowalski. I don't know what I think of any of them yet. Maybe I'm thinking too mu-
"BOO!" "AAAHHH!"
The cup dropped from his hands and the liquid splashed onto the walls and floor.
A girl with brown hair was laughing at him.
"That's not funny…you made me spill my lemonade…"
"I-I'm sorry." She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were bright blue. "I like scaring people, I couldn't help it. I'm Hunter, what's your name?"
"I- um...it's-"
"Whoops got to go!" She said. "See you later I-um. Don't worry about the mess, I'll clean it up!"
"Wait, that's not-"
But she had already disappeared to the other side.
Taking her word for it, Andre picked up the cup and headed back up the elevator. Once inside, he saw a boy with light brown hair who was staring vacantly at the buttons.
"Are you going to get off?" Andre asked.
"Are you?" The boy asked in a monotonous voice.
"No, I just got on."
"Okay."
Andre pressed the button to the fourth floor.
"Which floor are you on?"
"This one." The boy said, pointing to the ground.
"Why didn't you get off?"
"Because my room is on the fourth floor."
"I asked what floor you were going to."
"No, you asked which floor I'm on. I'm on the elevator floor."
Andre shook his head. "What?"
The doors opened and they got off. "Okay, now you're on the fourth floor."
"What happened to the other three?"
"Er, we don't need to go to them. Unless your room is not here."
"No, it's over there."
"I meant here, on the floor."
"My room's on the floor?"
"I'm confused."
"Nice to meet you, Confused. My name's Fred."
"No, my name's Andre."
"Okay, Andre Confused."
"Yeah, Andre is confused." Andre mumbled. Fred didn't seem to catch that.
"Well, good luck finding your room on the floor. I'm pretty sure mine's on the wall."
Andre had no response as Fred wandered to his room and entered. He noticed it was the same room as Julien and Mort.
"I could get more answers out of a squirrel." Andre said to himself as he opened the door.
"What was that, Private?" Skipper asked.
"Could you stop calling me that?" Andre asked. "I mean, Andre's not that hard to say."
"You might not want to go in there." Skipper said as Andre headed for his room.
Andre stopped. "W-why not? Have you done something?"
"No, but Kowalski's having a moment."
"What kind of moment?"
"A 'Doris' moment. He asks a bunch of obsessive questions and then kisses his pillow. I liked it better when he was embarrassed to do that. At least it's better than when he sleeps."
"Er-what?"
"Nothing."
"Skipper, is there something wrong with Fred?"
"Fred? Other than him having the brain the size of a grain of sand, no. He's strange, I don't know what's up with him, but don't frustrate yourself. Or do, I don't know. Do you trust me?"
Andre hesitated.
"It's okay if you don't; I'm still keeping you under watch myself."
"O-okay."
Skipper peeked into Kowalski's room.
"Okay, you're done. Let Private into the room."
Andre didn't bother to correct Skipper. He entered his room to see a very pink Kowalski opening a book.
Andre didn't ask as he finished the email.
Later, Andre met Kenny and Barry for dinner.
Izzy immediately joined Nat and Kowalski.
"They knew each other when they were kids." Kenny explained.
Andre got a hamburger and fries, Barry got chicken pot pie, and Kenny got spaghetti and meatballs.
They were joined by three similar looking boys. Two of them were identical twins, and one was nearly identical, but looked a little younger. They all looked vaguely familiar.
"Whaddup?!" One of the twins said, plopping himself next to Barry. He placed his hot dog in front of him.
"Nuthin'!" Barry said.
"Hey, who are you?" The other twin said, he had a hot dog as well.
"Do you like candy?" The youngest boy said.
"Er…Hello, my name's Andre…and I've never had candy before."
"WHAT?!" The boys said.
"Unacceptable!" The youngest said, pulling something out of his pocket. "Eat this candy."
"Peanut butter winky? I'm not sure if I'd like it. I'll try after dinner."
"Good boy, Eggy." Kenny said.
"You're Ramona's brother!" Andre said.
"Yup, you met our sissy then. I'm Bradley."
"Samuel's the name. We're eleven."
"And you know, but I'm Eggy."
"Egbert, Egbert." The twins sang.
Eggy blushed. "Come on, guys." He said, picking at his lasagna.
"Wait." Barry said, stopping Andre's food from entering his mouth.
Barry pulled out a phone and ignored Andre's complaint.
"Okay, go." He held up the phone.
Andre gave him a quizzical look before biting the hamburger. His eyes went wide.
SNAP!
"This is amazing!" He said.
"Aww, Andre's first hamburger." Barry said in a baby voice, showing the photo to the other boys.
"Yay!" Kenny cheered. "We knew you could do it!" He pinched Andre's cheek.
"I had a hamburger, not potty training!" Andre said, blushing red.
"But still!" Samuel said.
"How about this. Every time Andre has a food he's never tasted before, we take a picture and post it on Facebook. How does that sound?" Barry said.
"Terrible." Andre said. "My mum will see that!"
"Exactly, then she'll see how much fun you're having and-"
"Take me straight home."
"She'd do that?" Bradley asked.
"None of you know my mother." Andre said seriously.
"Yup, he was denied a great rite of passage." Barry said.
"His first steps?" Bradley asked.
"No, dummy! He never learned how to bike ride."
"That's right." Andre said in response to the shocked looks on Bradley, Samuel, and Eggy's faces. "The only things my mum will let me ride are cars and planes. And if we go to London, she insists on holding my hand on the Underground."
"The what?" Eggy said.
"To put it simply, my mum would hold my hand if we went on the subway system here."
"Wow, my mom doesn't do that and I'm nine. She only holds my hand if I'm tired."
"Does she refer to herself as 'Mum', 'Mummy', or 'I/me'?" Andre asked.
"She stopped saying 'Mommy's tired' and stuff like that when I was six."Samuel said. "Does your mom still do that?"
"I think she might have stopped a month ago, but she still thinks I'm a baby."
"Are you the youngest?" Eggy asked. "Sometimes my mom has these weird moments where she hugs me and starts crying. Maybe it's hormones."
Samuel and Bradley avoided eye contact.
"I'm an only child." Andre said. "I've asked a thousand times if I had an older stepbrother or stepsister or half-sibling, but my mum and dad said I'm their first and only child."
"I wish I had a younger brother or sister." Eggy said. "But every time I ask, Mom looks at me funny."
"That's because you always have boogers hanging out of your nose." Samuel said.
"Booger boy, booger boy." Bradley chanted.
"Funny guys, real hilarious." Eggy said.
"Do you have a sibling, Barry?" Andre asked.
Barry raised his eyebrows. "Would I be likely to tell you?"
"Yes." Everyone at the table said.
Barry rolled his eyes. "An older sister, we're kind of…different."
"How?" Andre asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on." Kenny said, poking Barry.
"Shove off." Barry snapped.
"Gee, I was just trying to have fun. I-"
"This isn't fun." Barry suddenly got up and tossed his trash away before leaving.
"What just happened?" Andre asked.
"I honestly have no idea." Bradley said. "That guy is something. Hey Sammy-boy, I see our beloved sister."
Samuel grinned. "Let's bother her, shall we?"
The two of them got up and followed Ramona.
Andre opened the candy and ate it. He immediately grinned. "This may be my favorite candy EVER."
"It's also your first candy ever." Kenny said. "And I know where you can get more."
"Peanut Butter Winky…" Andre sighed. "Eggy, you're amazing."
"It was just a candy." Eggy mumbled, but he still smiled.
"Don't tell my mum." Andre laughed.
"Eggy."
Eggy looked around, "Hi Mort."
"I needs help."
"With English?" Kenny asked.
"No, I needs help with Math."
"I'm not the best student, Mort." Eggy said.
"But you're good enough." Mort said.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do."
Eggy followed Mort out.
"Help him with English too!" Kenny said.
"Wait, Eggy's younger." Andre said. "He said he was nine."
"Eggy's the youngest in fourth grade." Kenny said. "Although, Mort does act like he's younger." He gave a big yawn.
"Bedtime." Kowalski said as he passed by.
Kenny stuck his tongue out at him. "I have to go back before Barry freaks Leonard out again. Barry decides to scare people when he's in those weird moods. See ya!"
Andre was going to ask about Hunter, but Kenny had already walked away.
Andre gathered whatever trash was left and threw it out. He went back to make sure no one left anything behind. He turned to go when he bumped into someone.
"Sorry." He said.
"You want to be careful there." A male voice said. It was an accent he didn't know, but he looked at the boy. He looked hardly older than Skipper, but he had a strange gaze. His light brown eyes were focused on Andre's blue eyes. "Don't want to get in trouble now."
"T-trouble?" Andre squeaked. He looked around; most of the dining hall was deserted.
"Yes, I know who you know."
"W-what?"
"HANS!"
Skipper was storming towards them. "Leave him alone." He growled, putting a firm hand on Andre's shoulder.
Hans grinned. "What? I was simply-"
"Simply nothing. Leave him alone and don't follow us."
Hans raised his eyebrows, still grinning, and then went to get himself some food.
Andre found himself being steered towards the elevators by an agitated Skipper.
"Don't talk to him." Skipper said. "Don't look at him. He's a loudmouth idiot who…AGH! I can't even say it! Just don't associate yourself with him."
"But he came up to me…what's wrong with-"
"DON'T ASK!"
Andre was startled. He jumped into the elevator while Skipper pushed the button, muttering under his breath.
Skipper still didn't speak when they entered the room. He marched to his room and slammed the door.
Andre zipped to his room and fell onto his bed.
"Are you alright?" Kowalski asked, noting the blond one's heavy breathing.
"W-who's Hans?" Andre asked, wincing. He was afraid Kowalski would yell at him too, but he had to know.
"I'm not sure on the details, but he's bad news." Kowalski said. "Skipper nearly dragged me to class the first time he approached us."
"I didn't see Rico." Andre said.
"Rico's at the gym."
"Gym? What gym?"
"The one by the pool, I'm guessing Alice didn't tell you about it."
"No. If she did then I don't remember. It's been a very long day."
"I bet." Kowalski chuckled. "I felt that way my first day too."
Andre sighed. He played a game on his computer until he was too tired. He got ready for bed and decided to read while Kowalski got ready.
"You know, I could have hidden myself under the covers." Andre said as Kowalski came back from the bathroom with his pajamas on.
"Yeah, sorry." Kowalski muttered. "I'll keep that in mind."
Andre was already starting to fall asleep when Kowalski turned off the lamp on his bedside table.
Andre was startled for a second until he remembered that it was supposed to be dark. Mum, why did you make me sleep with a night light? He wondered.
While Andre drifted into dreams of peanut butter winkies, Kowalski was tossing and turning.
He woke up sweating in the middle of the night. He reached his bedside table only to have his hand bump an object which promptly fell to the ground. "Stupid glasses…" he muttered. He groped the ground in the darkness before he found them.
He went to the bathroom to splash water on his face. He felt better as he stared into the mirror.
He stared outside his window, taking in the view of the city at night. Then he saw something, it was a man standing across the street, staring at a sign. He wondered why somebody would be out at night to just stare at a sign. He gasped as the man looked straight at him.
Kowalski jumped away from the blinds and slid back into bed. It's impossible, he couldn't have seen me. He told himself. If so then why would he care? Unless he's recruiting for a university…that'd be illogical to stare at someone if that was the case.
He heard the distant sound of either Skipper or Rico closing the bathroom door. He tried to stop thinking and eventually managed to fall asleep again.
A/N: End of that really long chapter, sorry if it was overwhelming.
I don't know if I said this, but I'll say it now. I have a universal disclaimer on my profile. I own very few things, and the things I don't own would make me rich if I did. I do not own New York either…though you probably already know that unless you're not paying attention.
Also, I want to ask now- Is it against the rules if I put little snippets of chat room conversation. It wouldn't take up a whole chapter, but it is allowed if I do that?
I wanted to ask now so I don't get told off.
It would go something like this:
Andre goes on his computer.
Person 1: Blah blah blah, gossip
Person 2: Response. Blah blah blah.
Person 3: Lalalala My name's Mort!
Person 4: What the heck?
Person 2: He has rocks for brains
Andre: That's not nice
Person 2: Pppbth!
Kenny: Don't 'pppbth' him!
Person 2: Buttface.
Kowalski: Watch who you're making fun of
Kowalski: And it's Butt face. Two words.
Person 2: Ooh, I'm so scared.
Skipper: Boys, off the computer!
Kowalski: My pleasure to get out the presence of a bunch of buffoons.
Andre: Yes sir!
Then Andre logs off computer and resumes the activities of the day.
P.S. I keep wanting to call Andre 'Private', but that's not for a little while longer…
