Cousin Ricky

CH 3

*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM CRACK BOOM BOOM CRACK*

I shoot up from my bed at the powerful bangs on my poor door. Something moves beside me and all I see then is white feathers as a wing slaps me in the face. "Shit! Sorry, who the hell is that"?! Another set of knocks send me rolling off.

*tactical flop*

I scurry over to my pants and pull out my switchblade. I turn towards the front door as the attempting robber slams on my door again. "Anon let me in! Hurry hurry hurry"! My mind goes blank as I hear Ricky's desperate voice on the other side. My thoughts go everywhere, 'Ricky almost never sounds nervous, did he piss some gangsters off? That'd be him, what do I do?! I can't just open the door, they'll get us too! The door won't last much longer though. Fuck it we ball'!

I hurry to my abused front door and swing it open. "Ricky, wha-"! I'm immediately interrupted as my cousin pushes me back while holding multiple bags. "I'm sorry for this, I really am! BUT THE TOLIETS NOT ASKING ANYMORE"!

My mind is overwhelmed as the bags are thrown into my hands. My knife stabs into one as Ricky sprints towards my bathroom. "I'm sorry Fang"! Ricky yells again as the bathroom door is slammed shut. I stare at the bags realizing what was happening.

Something worse than getting robbed in your underwear. My mind plays faint screams of telling Inco to flap the blanket faster when we were younger. Through the door, I hear the thunderous sound of a mudslide to make all other mudslides look like pussies. I throw the bags onto the counter and point at my window. "OPEN THE WINDOW WOMAN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL"!

Fang still looking befuddled begins to glare at me when I see the look. The look of someone getting sucker punched in the nose. "Ah god Ricky, what the fuck"!? She practically screeches at the bathroom as she gets out of bed with haste. The window is thrown open as I rush to grab our blanket.

"I'm sorry, I thought I got it all out befere I left the house, AAGH"! I run back to the kitchen and begin to flap the blanket. Fang seeing what I was doing ran over and grabbed the other side of the blanket. Together we blew the stench of 19 enchiladas away from us and out into the world. A stench that couldn't be held in an airtight container. A stench that was razor sharp and would be the end to any unfortunates below. I glance over to see her using her wings along with the blanket. Creating a big gust that knocked everything not heavier than a rock off places. I spotted RAYmba's box start to move and I prayed my little buddy would hold on for just a bit longer.

Fang slowed down and I looked over to her as if she was crazy. "Wait, this is dumb. Let's just throw some clothes on and wait outside". I look at her as if she was the smartest woman in the world.

I take a deep breath before flinging the blanket aside. We bump into each other as we scramble to slip pants on before we run outta breath. The pressure builds up in my lungs as I slip my shirt on. I'm about to gasp for breath, a guaranteed death. I hear Ricky curse the Mexican food in the bathroom as I struggle to slip my shoes on. 'Rest of you get in, fuck it! I'm tip-toeing out this bitch'!

I half stumble half tip toe towards the front door, still holding my breath. I look behind me to see that Fang also had bad luck with her boots and decided to just go out in socks. We make it to the still open door when we hear the toilet flush. I take a step out 'shit'! Something bumps into me and I'm sent to the ground. The dirty apartment corridor ground. 'Ugh why is it wet'? I hear a loud squeak before Fang falls right on top of me.

"UGH"! The air is knocked from my lungs. 'No, the air'! I can't stop myself from instinctively gasping air in.

The smell, the god awful fruity smell! 'Wait, fruity'? I hear someone spraying something behind us. As I'm trying to get my lungs working again I turn my shoulders and neck to see Ricky walking out of the bathroom spraying a small can. He wafted it around before locking eyes with us. "The hell you two doing? You need a tub to take one of em fancy milk baths. Not to mention you just wasted the jug I brought trying to marinate yerselfs".