Chapter 5
Kat and I pulled up at Gary's house and I already saw so many people passed out on the front lawn. Almost immediately, I saw Spencer sitting on the big statue of a horse pretending to be riding it.
"Ride'em cowboy! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" Then he passed out and slipped off the statue to the ground.
"Idiot," I muttered. I parked the car and we both got out. Kat took out her mysterious liquid and walked over to the snoring moron.
"One whiff of this will wake him right up." She said before ceremoniously dumping the entire container on his face.
Just as promised, Spencer shot upwards coughing and sneezing the stinky stuff out of his nose. "IT BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNSSS!!!!!!!!" He wailed. I rolled my eyes and pulled him from the ground with a little help from Kat.
"Whoops, I guess I added a little too much pepper." Kat said sheepishly.
I looked at her and shook my head. "You would put pepper in a homemade perfume. What else is in there, Orange juice?" I joked.
Apparently Kat didn't get the joke. "No, of course not! I added apple juice and lemonade. Pfft, orange juice..." She scoffed.
We managed to drag the whimpering freak to my car and dump him in. After about 5 minutes of arguing, I agreed to let him spend the night on my couch.
"If he upchucks on my rug, you're cleaning it up!"
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THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up to the golden light filtering through my window, and the sounds of birds chirping and... and... The sound of somebody barfing?!
"Bleh, Ble-ble-BLEH!" Then the smell hit me.
It was like a mixture of barf and a strong floral air freshener, and it was like no other smell I have ever experienced.
'KAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She came running into my room with thick yellow rubber gloves on, holding a nearly empty bottle of Febreze. When she saw me all tangled up and fuming in my blanket, she busted out laughing.
'Aha, hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I glared at her until she shut up and then tried to carefully remove myself from the mass that was my bed sheets. I was successful in getting out, but as soon as I did I tripped over one of the bed sheets that was still tangled around my ankle and fell flat on my face.
"HAhahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!" Kat was literally rolling around on the floor laughing her butt off.
"Oh SHUT UP!" I screamed. She immediately stopped, looked up at me in my Winnie the Pooh jammies (yes, I refer to them as 'jammies'), and started laughing all over again. I threw my pillow at her head and stalked out yelling "I'm going for a walk! If I come back and my house still smells like a dump and that prick is still here, somebody dies! And it's not going to be ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I grabbed my jacket at the door and walked out.
I live in a gated community built specifically for famous people. There's no way the paparazzi are getting in, and it's actually a pretty decent place to be. There's even a little park for us to walk in; my destination right now.
The reason I chose my apartment was because 1) It was one of the only places here I could afford, 2) I liked the size, and 3) It near most of the fun places in the community. The park, the pool, the Starbucks, and the gym. I passed the pool while walking to the little park and saw the kid from all those funny commercials swimming around.
