Short Stories

Why Is Six Afraid Of Seven?

Skylar ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง

"What the fuck is going on?!" I turned the corner to see a... tiny Lukas standing on the table, waving his arms and scrunching his nose angrily.

I had no choice; the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard.

"Br-i hahahaa- naaaaa!" I cried, coughing from the fit.

"Has anyone seen my pants?" I looked over to see a mini Christian with pants on this head and ... dear lord, BARNEY BOXER BRIEFS covering his lower half.

This sight just made me lose my shit.

"What, Skylar, what?" She called, turning the corner with a slice of pizza and a huge pile of 'donated' strawberries. When she saw everyone, her pizza dropped on the table, and she had to balance the strawberries as she laughed hysterically.

"Skylar... why am I so short?" I stopped, hearing a tiny voice of someone familiar... Oh no.

Ryan walked over, his pockets shaking and moving heavily.

"Ryan!" I choked, laughter bubbling up my throat.

"This isn't funny. You can stop now." Lukas grumbled, crossing his tiny arms over his body.

"I'm not done laughing yet." I replied, barely able to contain myself.

"What the damn hell is this shit?" Stevie popped up with a tiny Tyler swinging from her backpack.

"Eyo baby girl, now we can be together always." He climbed up towards her hair, poking her cheeks.

"Can somebody get me some damn chocolate milk?!?" Lukas cried.

Briana calmed down a bit, handing him her milk and stealing Stevie's while she was busy trying to fight off a very frisky Tyler.

"Watch your mouth, little boy. Don't make me put you in timeout." Bri answered, wagging her finger in his face. In return, he gave her the finger... a different finger than what she gave her, however she threw it back at him a moment later.

"Briana, I'm sleepy." We snapped around to see a little chubby, baby Brian, yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S SO CUTE! CAN I KEEP IT?!?!" Briana screeched, running over and grabbing him, peppering kisses to his face.

He waved her away, giggling and shaking his head. "Briana stooooop!"

I fought the urge to take a picture.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Lukas yelled, throwing his empty carton of milk at Briana's head. She turned on his and glared.

"You're about to die, little boy. That's what's going on."

I snickered, picking up Ryan. He took a few of the pebbles that he was holding and started chucking them at Brian.

Needless to say, Brian was crying moments later.

"You little shit! Stop hurting Brian!" And so, Briana got in a fight with a six year old.

BELL RINGING

"Oh shit. Um, we have to take care of them." I mumbled, holding Christian and Ryan in my arms. I had managed to get the pants off of Christian's head and back over his legs, which was no easy task, seeing as he fought me the entire time.

Suddenly I heard what sounded like crying but quieter, causing me to run over to the source. Megan was standing there, breathing deeply.

"I THOUGHT HE WAS CRYING BUT HE'S JUST LAYING AT THE BOTTOM HUMMING THE SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK BILL SONG!!!" She babbled, rubbing her eyes. I looked down the stairs to see a six-year-old Coleman laying there with no shirt on, head resting on his folded arms. True to Megan's word, he was humming 'I'm Just A Bill' with a pair of sunglasses (too big for him, obviously) bobbing along with his head.