Life With The Twist Boys

ASHTON STOLE MY TOWEL!

I'm back. Did you miss me?
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I flung open the bathroom cabinets in hopes that I would find something, anything I could use to cover myself up, but I knew that my search would be useless. The shelves were filled with toilet paper, soap, and washcloths, but nothing that could help me.

"No, no, no!" I muttered to myself. "This can't be happening." How in the world would I get to my room without one of them seeing me?

"Everything okay in there, Louis?" Ashton asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Um, not exactly," I said, my cheeks flaming. "There are no towels in here."

"Why didn't you bring one in with you?" he asked, trying to contain a snicker.

"I did! Someone took it. Do you mind running upstairs and grabbing me one?"

"I don't think so."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I bet Zayn five dollars that you'd rather miss school than streak through the hallways. I don't want to lose a Lincoln, now do I?"

What a complete pervert!

Although I wanted to avoid stepping on the boys' toes so I could fit in more easily, there was no way I was going to let Isaac get away with this. "ANNE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. With any luck she would hear me from the kitchen. "ASHTON STOLE MY TOWEL!"

"Sorry, Louis, but my aunt took Niall and BJ to a dentist appointment, so she won't be able to help you. Besides, I never said I took your towel. I just said I won't be providing you with another one."

"Please, Ashton," I begged, my voice jumping up in desperation. "I don't want to miss school."

"Hey, I'm not stopping you. We're leaving in ten, so you better hurry up."

"Ashton!" I shouted, pounding on the door. "This isn't funny." When there was no response, I knew he'd left me stranded in the bathroom.

I slammed my fist into the door one last time before letting my forehead rest against the smooth wood in frustration. School was important-in fact, it was my life-but there was no way I would ever run through the Twist's house completely nude. I was going to have to wait for Anne to come home from the dentist, and by then the boys would already be at school.

Goose bumps swept up my arms as I stood in a puddle shivering. It looked like I was going to be stuck in the bathroom for a while, so I decided to step back into a hot shower to keep warm. I started to pull back the shower curtain when an idea came to me. The curtain had two parts: an inner layer of clear plastic to keep water from getting on the floor, and the second, a dark blue piece of fabric for privacy. Unfortunately, little silver rings were holding the fabric up. If only I could separate the fabric from the rest of the curtain. Maybe if I tugged hard enough.....

Gripping the material in my hands, I yanked with all my strength, but instead of ripping down what I wanted, I felt the entire pole above the shower topple onto my head.

"Damn it!" I cursed as it clattered against the floor. Even though my head was throbbing, I quickly scooped the pole up and slid the curtain off. Then I tore the plastic section away from the rings and used the remaining blue fabric to form a makeshift towel. Since it was in the little kids' bathroom, a hideous pattern of monkeys and bananas covered the curtain, but it would have to do. Hopefully Anne won't be mad at me, I thought, looking down at the mess I'd made. I could always replace whatever I'd ruined.

Instead of peeking into the hall to make sure the coast was clear, I threw open the door and rushed toward the stairs.

"Ashton, the pigeon has flown the coop! Repeat, pigeon flown coop!" Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Liam with a walkie-talkie. Next to him was James with the video camera in his hands, green light blinking.