Other Fan Fiction ❯ A Few Fries Short of a Happy Meal ❯ Nothing Sux like an Electrolux ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: paarthea 
Tomi and the vacuum
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.01.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 686 | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Tomi and the vacuum
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.01.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 686 | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Chapter Notes:
Thea: Thea: Anony.....i think I broke my brain.....*wiggles ears* yup somethings rattlingAnony: Wait...you had one?Thea: oh thanks *rolls eyes* I SWEAR, IT'S HERE SOMEWHERE!!!Anony: wait...where's ash? she must've died from all the crazinessThea: *looks around* nope she crashed, but this was her idea first, Anony and I just took it and flew....*out the window and off to neverland*Anony: Thea wrote this at three am while brainstorming other chappies ^^Thea: tee hee, i'm osm like that, but really i wouldn't have had all the inspiration if it weren't for hours upon hours of TH Youtube video swaping, and jefree star, or BYZ, or....the forgotten chicken.Alice: Anony: maybe we should just let you read now...Thea; yeah....*i can think of lots of dirty things to do with a vacuum, but i'll let you read now *sniffle* enjoy!
The boys were busy cleaning Tom's baby, or rather his behemoth of a car-thing, it was the largest black thing on the block, next to Bills' hair, not that there was much competition as far as large black things went.Bill was sporadically checking his makeup in the passenger side mirror, his eyes randomly shifting to his reflection, and if one watched close enough, you could catch him smile and wink at his own reflection.Gustav was in the back seat humming some obscure tune, it might have been recognizable had he not been so tone deaf, at least he could keep a beat, it may have been a feat of pure godliness that he was able to play the drums so well, but he couldn't carry a tune to save his ass.He was doing his best to polish the back seat cup holders which Tom had insisted were, as he said, 'just as impertinent as lubreecating the leather.' to which Gustav had pulled a weird face, and whispered to Bill that he didn't know you were supposed to lubricate the leather, and then, what the hell were you supposed to lubricate it with?Georg was happily tinkering away with the car radio, presumably 'cleaning the knobs', he was switching between 'do you wanna fuck' by BYZ and ' I want candy' by Aaron carter, like some sort of possessed freaky clown-like DJ.Tom... now Tom was being his usual, idiotic self and was using his new little dirt devil hand held cordless vacuum, he was extremely proud of it, and was currently vacuuming the little pieces of lint off of his shirt, and laughing rather bemusedly when his shirt would get sucked in and he'd have to wrestle it out.“You know, sometimes I think of the smartestest... things... and I know, like, I know that I'm smart, but then...” he trailed of with a distant dreamy look in his eyes, and lifted the still running vacuum closer to his head and made a little vacuuming motion. “...its, vrrrrrrrrr....gone.” He made a blank face, and Gustav snorted.“I think its sucked out more than just your smart ideas.” Tom seemed unawares of the slight insult, and he continued to wave the vacuum absentmindedly beside his head.Bill turned his attention to his twin for a second, having momentarily satisfied himself with his appearance. He warily eyed the whirring vacuum waving so dangerously close to his beloved twin's dreads. “Careful there Sherlock, or it might just suck your-”“Oh mah gawd!” Tom cried, interrupting Bill's warning, as one of his dreads was sucked harshly into the vortex of air and matter. “It's tryna suck out mah brain!” He flailed his arms madly as Bill blinked, Georg snickered and Gustav full out laughed.“AHHHH!”Tom continued to scream, a very high pitched scream, his eyes looked horrified, and the three remaining mostly sane boys almost decided to help him when he began running around the car screaming bloody murder and how the damned brain-sucking-zombie-vacuum wanted his cellery-bum for supper.
Chapter End Notes:
Anony: If you didn't get the end, Cellery-bub = Cerabellum (it's a brain thing)
Thea: Thea: Anony.....i think I broke my brain.....*wiggles ears* yup somethings rattlingAnony: Wait...you had one?Thea: oh thanks *rolls eyes* I SWEAR, IT'S HERE SOMEWHERE!!!Anony: wait...where's ash? she must've died from all the crazinessThea: *looks around* nope she crashed, but this was her idea first, Anony and I just took it and flew....*out the window and off to neverland*Anony: Thea wrote this at three am while brainstorming other chappies ^^Thea: tee hee, i'm osm like that, but really i wouldn't have had all the inspiration if it weren't for hours upon hours of TH Youtube video swaping, and jefree star, or BYZ, or....the forgotten chicken.Alice: Anony: maybe we should just let you read now...Thea; yeah....*i can think of lots of dirty things to do with a vacuum, but i'll let you read now *sniffle* enjoy!
The boys were busy cleaning Tom's baby, or rather his behemoth of a car-thing, it was the largest black thing on the block, next to Bills' hair, not that there was much competition as far as large black things went.Bill was sporadically checking his makeup in the passenger side mirror, his eyes randomly shifting to his reflection, and if one watched close enough, you could catch him smile and wink at his own reflection.Gustav was in the back seat humming some obscure tune, it might have been recognizable had he not been so tone deaf, at least he could keep a beat, it may have been a feat of pure godliness that he was able to play the drums so well, but he couldn't carry a tune to save his ass.He was doing his best to polish the back seat cup holders which Tom had insisted were, as he said, 'just as impertinent as lubreecating the leather.' to which Gustav had pulled a weird face, and whispered to Bill that he didn't know you were supposed to lubricate the leather, and then, what the hell were you supposed to lubricate it with?Georg was happily tinkering away with the car radio, presumably 'cleaning the knobs', he was switching between 'do you wanna fuck' by BYZ and ' I want candy' by Aaron carter, like some sort of possessed freaky clown-like DJ.Tom... now Tom was being his usual, idiotic self and was using his new little dirt devil hand held cordless vacuum, he was extremely proud of it, and was currently vacuuming the little pieces of lint off of his shirt, and laughing rather bemusedly when his shirt would get sucked in and he'd have to wrestle it out.“You know, sometimes I think of the smartestest... things... and I know, like, I know that I'm smart, but then...” he trailed of with a distant dreamy look in his eyes, and lifted the still running vacuum closer to his head and made a little vacuuming motion. “...its, vrrrrrrrrr....gone.” He made a blank face, and Gustav snorted.“I think its sucked out more than just your smart ideas.” Tom seemed unawares of the slight insult, and he continued to wave the vacuum absentmindedly beside his head.Bill turned his attention to his twin for a second, having momentarily satisfied himself with his appearance. He warily eyed the whirring vacuum waving so dangerously close to his beloved twin's dreads. “Careful there Sherlock, or it might just suck your-”“Oh mah gawd!” Tom cried, interrupting Bill's warning, as one of his dreads was sucked harshly into the vortex of air and matter. “It's tryna suck out mah brain!” He flailed his arms madly as Bill blinked, Georg snickered and Gustav full out laughed.“AHHHH!”Tom continued to scream, a very high pitched scream, his eyes looked horrified, and the three remaining mostly sane boys almost decided to help him when he began running around the car screaming bloody murder and how the damned brain-sucking-zombie-vacuum wanted his cellery-bum for supper.
Chapter End Notes:
Anony: If you didn't get the end, Cellery-bub = Cerabellum (it's a brain thing)