Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Four Sided War ❯ It Goes Bump In The Night...Twice ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five: It Goes Bump In The Night…Twice

 

The next morning, Micky refused to come out of his apartment because he had no hair gel.

“Come on Mick! I mean, ya look fine without it!” Ken stood outside the door of Micky's apartment.

“No! I'm not me without my gel spiked hair!” Micky moaned from inside his apartment.

“Diggy doo, where's Duane?” Derek asked.

“He went to get Micky more gel,”

 

Downstairs, Rob was making a replica of the Statue of Liberty out of cheese. Tim sat and watched him in all his artsy glory.

“Rob?” he asked.

“Yes?” Rob refrained from his culinary masterpiece.

“Since when does the Statue of Liberty have a penis?”

“You mean…IT DOESN'T?!” Rob looked shocked beyond all belief. Just then, Pat bursted in.

“Bad news boys,” he barked. Rob and Tim hugged each other in fear.

“Alex went nuts and got sent to asylum!” Pat sighed.

“Wow, he must have really been nuts as far as we go!” Tim shook his head.

“BUT! We have a replacement!” Pat smiled.

“None other than, he paused to put his hands on his hips, as if to look important, “John Burnafishnet!” he grinned.

“Oh my God!” Rob and Tim squealed like fangirls.

“Yes, I figured he'd be the perfect addition to our team! He's hot and hunk, but he's not a stuck up, mean, snotty guy! He's nice and cool,” Pat turned found Rob and Tim fainted.

 

“I'm more for the rough and kinky type!” Craig shook his head as and Michael looked at the personals website. Britt walked in and saw them.

“Haha, you guys looking at personals ads?” she laughed.

“We are most certainly not!” Craig growled.

“The why did you type in `Older Men seeking Young Hot Boys'?” she grinned.

“Michael, why did you make such a big typo?! Putting `boys' instead of `girls'!” Craig stuttered.

“But Craig, you told me we needed hot young boys and I said `why not?”

“Hehe,” Craig giggled nervously.

“Anyways, Britt, how was your, ahem, `escapade' last night?” Michael grinned.

“Fabulous!” Britt chuckled.

“Pfft!” Craig stormed out.

“I feel bad about Craig,” Britt sighed.

“Oh, don't worry, he'll cool off. It's a shame he left though. This hot young Japanese boy wanted to meet him!” Michael shook his head.

 

Arnie walked down the hallway of the Demonazi headquarters. He walked with a bit of a bounce in his step until he stopped to watch Chey and David play whack-each-other-with-a-trout. Chey looked at Arnie.

“AHH! My virgin eyes!” she ran off in the other direction.

“What's wrong with her?” Arnie looked at David.

“Oh, she heard you guys last night and now every time she sees ya, she thinks, hears, and even sees you guys doing it!” David replied.

“Ah,” Arnie walked the rest of the way to his office. David grabbed both of the fish and took them in the broom closet.

 

 

Later that day, Duane finally got back to the Angelic-Radjickian apartment building.

“Geez Duane! You left at 7 `clock this morning and it's now 9 `clock at night!” Ken went crazy when he saw him.

“Sorry, but I had to go to the ends of the Earth to get this particular brand of hair gel!” he handed Ken the bottle of gel and collapsed on the floor of the hallway.

“No you didn't! They sell tons of this stuff at the drug store down the street!” Ken smiled.

“Ugh,” Duane groaned

“Well at least you got it!” Ken turned toward Micky's door, “Micky-boy, we've got your gel!” As soon as Ken spoke, the door cracked open and a muscular arm quickly grabbed the bottle.

“I'm not coming out now because the day is practically over, but I'll come out tomorrow as usual!” he barked from behind the door. They all said their goodnights and had an early bedtime. More early than usual that is.

 

At around 10:30 PM, Michael sprinted across the lawn of the Angelic-Radjickian apartment building yelling, “Our girls like it in the butt!” Thirty seconds later, Duane threw a cheese-covered potato out the window at him.

“Oh! The cheesy-potato goodness!” Michael fell to the ground, screaming. Then he jumped up and ran into the woods.

“And don't come back until you've learned how to tango like a mango!” Duane growled and shook his fist.

 

When 11:30 PM came rolling around, Craig had come to his senses and taken Chey, Britt, Arnie, and David out to meet Michael down in the bayou by the river.

“Britt, I've realized you're an independent girl in an independent world, so you can bang anyone you like?” he patted her on the back.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

 

It was 11:40 PM when they finally got to Michael.

“Glad you guys finally got here! Now, let's get this party started!” he shook his butt.

Oh, like I wanted to see that!” Chey shielded her eyes. David ripped his clothes off and jumped into the river.

“I give up!” Chey climbed into a tree and watched everyone, unknown to them.

“Hey man, we need to hang out@ Get ton know each other more! No more hate!” Craig placed his arm Arnie's shoulders.

“Yeah, you're right,” Arnie nodded his head. The two went down to the river and sat on a giant rock.

“Britt, we're alone,” Michael grinned evily.

“Yeah, but we should go a bit deeper into the woods though,” she smirked back at him.

So they slipped off a bit deeper into the woods. Britt leaned up against a tree. The next thing they knew, their clothes were in a heap on the found and they were busy going at it.

 

An hour later, they finally came. Michael rested his lips on Britt's forehead, taking in the scent of her hair.

“Oh baby, I know you like to sleep around, but I love you! You're so quirky and artistic, you make me feel, damn, you make me feel young again!” he stroked her hips. All of a sudden, Chey hung down from a tree branch with a sign that read, “GUYS BRITT'S BANGED COUNT: 4”

“Uh, what's that for?” Britt looked confused.

“It'll help me keep count. I'm surprised I didn't think of it earlier!” Chey grinned. Britt and Michael just stared at each other.

 

At 4:50 AM, all of them were found in a pile in front of Rob's door. Rob was about to go on his 4:50-in-the-morning walk, but found them in his way. He poked Michael's left butt cheek.

“Ahhdaladleloodaoogoadoogyeeekarubydooha!” Michael shrieked. Then they all got up, ran into his room, and went to bed.

“Damn, Pat and Micky are not going to like this!” Rob sighed and went for his walk.

 

Rob returned at 5:30 AM. He found Craig and Arnie snoring away, sprawled out on his couch. Chey was in the lazy boy chair, using David as a footstool. Michael was on his stomach, lying on the kitchen counter,

“Aww, they're all sleeping so peacefully, but where is Britt?” Rob scratched his head. His question was answered when he got back into his underwear and into bed. The moment he laid his head on his pillow, he realized Britt was in bed next to him.

“Hey Robby-boy!” she whispered seductively.

“Um, Britt, wow,” Rob blabbed. She began to rub his arm. Then he realized she was naked.

 

Finally, at 7: 45 AM, Britt and Rob sat in bed, enjoying the afterglow. Chey popped at the bed with a sign- GBBC: 5.

“So the rumors are true!” Rob smirked.

“My Lord!” Britt sighed.