IMAGINES!

The Suite Life of Roger and John....

The Ball at the Bulsara Avenue was in full swing as a masked lady appeared at the table. Suchi put her mask away and looked around. She had to derail this party. Bloody Bulsaras, she thought. How dare they steal a party from St. Marks??? And Jim... Going around with that Bulsara heir, Freddie. She gave a splutter of disbelieving laughter as she thought of them together. She looked around again to see whether anyone was watching; they were all enjoying the party. Slowly, her hand traveled to her head and she winced as she pulled out a hair. Laughing her pain off, she put the hair into the nearest punch bowl. 

“Zis is disgusting…” She suddenly exclaimed. “Zer is a ‘air in the punch bowl…” She pulled a nearby guest to her and pointed to the hair floating in it. “Zis will never happen at the St. Marks…” She said as  the guest winced and moved away from the table quickly. “Enjoy the party…” She waved to retreating guest cheerfully. Ha!!! She thought. Who’s gonna enjoy the punch with a hair in it.  She was basking in her so called victory  as  a figure in mask walked towards her.

“I thought I smelled a rat…” It was Ashley, the manager of the hotel. “But then it was the mole…” She sneered at Suchi’s chin. 

“What mole?” Suchi stood over her. 

“Do you own a mirror???”
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“So Jim really wanted to kiss me…” It was Freddie and Brian. Freddie is the heir to the Hotel and an extremely ditzy guy. Stinking rich and extremely handsome, he’s the most delectable bachelor.  Meanwhile Brian, his bestie is studious and hardworking. Coming from a poor family of ten, Brian plans to work hard to get his Doctorate in Astrophysics. They are all set to meet Jim, Freddie’s lover at the party. According to the plan, Jim would come to the party and meet Freddie there in secret. Freddie couldn’t wait to have his first kiss. 

“No…” Brian snapped. “He wanted to kiss the plant…”

“Why did he want to kiss the plant??” Freddie asked confused. 

Brian sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling, a how-in-the-name-of-Merlin-did-I-get-stuck-with-this-bloke expression passing over his visage. “He doesn’t… He wants to kiss you…”

“Then why did you just say that he wants to kiss the plant???”

“This is special night, don’t make me slap you…”
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John was in the kitchen mixing the cookie batter in the mixing bowl. Phew. Making cookies was a tedious job. And Roger, he shook his head. He never helped, just wanted to gallivant all over the place trying to get Brian to date him. As if. 

“Come on.. Come on…” It was Roger. Think of the devil. John turned around to see his twin brandishing an empty plate at him. 

“Wow..” John mused out loud. “Those stinking rich people can really chow down…” 

“Hurry up, bro…” Roger snapped. John jumped and started work again. “You know, Roge.” He said as he stirred the mixture. “I liked it when I was doing it for love, but now that I’m doing this for money, I feel dirty…” 

“Wipe out your filth with this twenty and get back to work, Johnnie…” Roger snapped again, waving a twenty pound note at his brother. 

“Hey… Why aren’t you working?” John asked pocketing the note. “Get to work and separate those eggs for me.” He pointed his chin to the eggs lying on the cooking table. 

“Ok…” Roger looked at the four eggs and taking a deep breath, divided them in twos. “Cooking is easy…” He said proudly. John facepalmed.