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King of Laughs -The Neglected Toilet

King of Laughs

The Neglected Toilet

(Amy’s POV)

I narrowed my deep blue eyes, trying to decipher the images in front of me. The lighting was extremely dim in-between two of the bookshelves in my relative’s basement. He had at least five HUGE ones. My cousin Cassandra sat beside me, we were both staring at a magazine trying to figure out what it was about, we couldn’t read because, well we literally couldn’t read, at least not well since we were both only six years old. Kaitlin, my cousins Carlene and Cassandra, and my other cousin Lane and I were all hanging out in the basement, at that time though Lane seemed to be missing.

Carlene and Cassandra were sisters, and they both resembled each other with their long brown hair, brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Cassandra was my age and Carlene was the same age as my sister –making her nine years old. They were the exact opposite of Kaitlin and I; we looked nothing alike. Kaitlin was a brunette and I had fiery red hair, Kaitlin had an olive skin tone while mine was paler than skim milk with freckles splashed across my face. Not to mention Kaitlin was completely average while I was as short as could be with gigantic feet, sometimes I questioned whether I was half leprechaun but then I remembered how big my feet were and thought that I was probably half hobbit.  Over all – we did not have much in common. Our cousin Lane was my age with short blonde hair and a few odd freckles. He was always making people laugh, though at times it wasn’t because he told a joke.

“Let’s just try a different magazine.” I groaned; Cassandra nodded her head in agreement as she plucked another one off the shelf.

(Lane’s POV)

               “I’m too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, SO SEXY IT HURTS!” I sung to myself as I made my way down into the basement, carrying a tray with three plastic cups; containing the world’s most popular beverage –water.

               I heard that song on this really weird-old radio station my mom was listening to, when that song came on I only heard the beginning before my dad changed the station, I don’t know why –it had a very catchy tune. I passed the ginormous bookshelves, and only paused for a second to observe Cassandra and Amy leaning over something, I couldn’t tell what it was though; it was super dark there because the shelves blocked out most of the light. Shrugging I continued to hum to myself as I made my way over to Kaitlin and Carlene. I guess they got bored just talking because they had started ordering me around, that’s why I was bringing them water, but I brought one for myself too.

“Here you go.” I said and placed the tray on the table in front of them.      

“You will now address me as QUEEN Kaitlin.” She demanded haughtily.

Together we drained the cups of water and Carlene and I placed ours back on the tray, while Kaitlin held hers like it was some bad salmon and looked pointedly at me until I took it.

“Now take them away!” Kaitlin shooed me away with her hand.

Oh jeez, I had no idea where the garbage can was. Suddenly an idea popped into my head, a brilliant idea, I knew then that it was fate, my destiny to bring my idea to life. ‘I am the idea’s mother, and my child needs attention, I will do whatever I must to bring it to life, and revive it if it dies!’ I declared to myself.

“Alright my queen, but first I have to go to the bathroom.” I bowed then walked to the bathroom, still carrying the tray and cups.

(Kaitlin’s POV)

               ‘Well this sucks! Now I have to wait for Lane to get out of the bathroom before I can order him around, and he made such a good servant.’ I thought to myself.

“Hey do you want to see some of my sketches?” Carlene asked.

“Sure.” I replied in my fake enthusiastic voice.

We looked at her sketches which were actually pretty nice, when all of a sudden…

(Amy’s POV)

“FLOOD! THE TOILET IS FLOODING THE BATHROOM! AAAAHHHHH!” someone screamed, it kind of sounded like a female version of Lane…. Wait a second, it was Lane.

The bathroom door burst open as Lane ran out waving his arms, yelling something about taking cover. Cassandra and I ran over to the couch our sisters were sitting on and scurried on beside them. With all of us on it there was no room for Lane so he had to stand beside us. Lane’s dad came running down the stairs and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. All of us girls turned our heads to stare at Lane, wondering what he had done now.

(Lane’s POV)

‘Oh no, my idea did not go as planned.’ I could feel everyone staring at me so I deliberately looked everywhere but at them. I debated whether whistling would make me look more casual, I thought maybe I should give it a try.

(Amy’s POV)

               For some reason Lane was trying to whistle, it sounded like a deflating balloon though. He even started tapping his foot and looking at random places around the room, in other words he looked like he just came out of the looney bin. I turned to face the bathroom when I heard the door open, and saw my uncle come out with… three plastic cups?

“I found these in the toilet.” My uncle said to Lane with a raised eye-brow.

“Oh, ahahaha, right… I thought they would fit.”

Everyone on the couch tried to hide their giggles while Lane got lectured on what not to flush down a toilet. My cousin could truly make anyone laugh.