I woke to silence. Total silence. I looked at my clock - 9:45 am. I had woken up late. It’s not like I had to go to school. The last day was Monday and today was Sunday. I just like to wake up early. Early as in 8:45 am on a Sunday morning early. I have a major case of lack of sleep-ness, but my body has adjusted itself so I can make it through the day no problem with only like 6 hours of sleep. I stay out late to enjoy the night and wake up early to enjoy the day, what can I say… I like life. (no, that was NOT supposed to rhyme.) Anyways, I walked down the stairs the first floor and headed for the kitchen. Still being half asleep, my vision was still a little blurry. I opened the fridge and took out a jar of applesauce. I stood up, closed the fridge, turned around, and there was this guy behind me. I screamed. His hand flew over my mouth and he pulled me close. “Arianna, stop screaming, it’s just me!” he hissed in my ear. He had an Australian accent. I looked up and met the eyes of Michael Guy Chislett. Oh YEAH! I totally forgot that The Academy is… was in my house. Wait, The Academy is… was in my house…*scream*…okay, I’m good now. I pushed away from Michael and shook my head in disbelief. “You okay? Honestly, I haven’t seen someone that freaked out since we ate all of Adam’s cereal before he even woke up…he cussed us dry.” he said to me. “Oh, I forgot what happened last night - that’s what happens if I’m dehydrated. I forget everything.” I said, kinda embarrassed. He laughed. “So…how long have you been up?” I asked. “Only about 15 minutes. I hope you don’t mind, but I made some coffee…I wanted to ask, but you were still sleeping…” “Oh, it’s fine. We got a (shit)load more in the basement - my mom loves the stuff…I hate it.” I said. I walked to the cupboard and pulled out a cup. I set the cup down and started to take the lid off the applesauce jar. (me: bet you forgot about that - hehe) “Eating applesauce - duh.” I said, pouring the applesauce into the cup. “You mean drinking it?” “Yeah. It takes less time and it’s more portable. If I hadn’t thought of it, I wouldn’t have made it past the first month of school - hell, I wouldn’t have made it to lunch of the first day.”
“What are you doing?” Michael asked me.
He laughed at that too.
I quickly drank my applesauce and put the jar back and the cup in the sink.
“So where are the others?” I asked.
“Sleeping in the living room, except Adam, he slept under the table by the couch in your room.” Michael said.
“Really, wow, my vision really sucks.” I said.
That was funny too.
I walked into the living room and decided Carden should be the first I should torture. First, I grabbed my (freakin awesome) digital camera and took a picture of the lovely Mike Carden sleeping. I love Photoshop XD
Ice. And lots of it. Down the shorts. (No, I do not look - pervs) A shriek, a dance, a runner. The result, Michael and I laughing and Carden up off the floor.
Next: the Butcher. I ran outside and tossed a few rocks at Hailey’s bedroom window. (me: she lives next door remember??) She opened the window and I motioned for her to come down - fast. She came to my driveway in a bright yellow sundress and pink bunny slippers. Honestly, she looks like a nine year old even though she’s turning 14. I told her what to do.
She walked into the house, not believing the site. Anyways, I gave her a book and a Sharpie. She walked up to the sleeping Butcher and I knew she could do the rest fine.
Third: Beckett. Beckett Trumpet=Beckett head ceiling. I turned and saw The Butcher, running and screaming in fear of a nine year old look alike who was chasing him, screaming that she wanted to marry him.
Ah yes, last, but not least: Sisky. I walked up the stairs to my room, where he was still asleep under my table. I whispered his name into his ear.
“Sisky, please, I need you, help…” I sounded like Princess Peach - bleah!
“ADAM T. SISKA!!!!!” I screamed in his ear, he bolted straight up, but this caused him to hit his head on the table. My work was done.
“What the f*ck???!!!” he screamed at me.
“Sisky, it’s after 10 in the morning.” I said.
“So??? I normally sleep till noon!!”
“Not with me you don’t. The day has already, embrace it like I did.” I said, skipping happily down the stairs.
“If you don’t get up now I’ll - ”
The Butcher shoved past me up the stairs, fear in his eyes.
“Wait, Andy, I need you!!!” Hailey followed. She saw Sisky and she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Adam?”
“What?”
“CANDY!!!!” she screamed, running at him. He jumped up and started running as fast as he could. I couldn’t help but laugh. I walked over to The Butcher, who was trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t you love my crazy ideas?” I asked.
“Wait, you told her to do that??”
I smiled and shrugged. I rested my arm on his shoulder and said, “You gotta admit, I’m good.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna pay for this you know.” he said to me.
“And I’ll be waiting for your best move.” I said, and I went down the stairs.
I had Michael take me grocery shopping so I could get more food and left Hailey to ‘keep the guys company.’ I gave her complete access to the phone and inviting abilities. I wasn’t sure how bad things were gonna turn out, but I knew it would be hilarious.
Michael and I bought the basics. Milk, orange juice, cereal, - we HAD to buy Fruit Loops for Sisky - bread for toast, and some muffins - I loooove muffins. It’s not funny how much I love muffins, so we bought like 25, and I was probably going to eat all of them.
We pulled in the driveway at 11:42.…
~Ends Here~
Sorry it’s kinda short. Promise the next one will be longer.
Arianna pic number 4!!!
