17 Again (Double Trouble)*Under Construction*

"To the Ned Mobile"

 The morning light shined through the curtains, making me groan stretching out my arms and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I realised that I slept in the clothes that I wore at yesterdays party of the year. I got up and quickly got dressed in a simple casual outfit that consisted of a pair of faded blue shinny jeans and my one and only original Gun's N' Roses t-shirt from their Appetite For Destruction Tour in 1987-88. I felt young again even though it was true, technally speaking. I chuckled at the so many memories that I have stored with this shirt. I jogged over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. 

    This house is a mess. I thought as I scrubed my teeth, before the sound of a vaccum broke me of of my thoughts. Seriously he's gonna clean this house alone. He needs heavy duty machinery in order to clean this whole house. I sighed before I walked over to my closet and picking out a pair of black Chuck Taylor sneakers. I quickly put them on before exiting my bed room and making my way down the cluttered staircase, trying not to trip on any thing on my way down. I noticed my brother sitting at the last step with sorrow in his eyes, making my heart feel heavy. I took a seat on the steps next to my broken down twin watching Ned clean the rug with one of those mini transportable vacuums.

"And finished....with the rug area, but we've made very good progress. We deserve a break."

"I lost my family." I heard my brother say without any emotion.

"Hey, Mike? If it's any consolation, I think you really did help your kids. You did your job, and now the hero can move on." 

He got up from his seat, "I don't want to. Maybe they don't need me any more, but I need them."

"Mike this is all up to you now, you chose to write the proper ending. It turns out that you're the key in order to get our One Way ticket out of our temporary teenage figures." I comment.

"Hey, not to be a buzz-kill, but you're due in court.." Ned checked the time on his watch. "..in 22 minutes."

The light went off in my brother's head making his eyes widen with a sudden idea. "Ned, I need more time. I have to stop this."

"To the Ned-mobile."

"Wait, Ned, Ned, Ned." I stopped him in his tracks.

"Yes."

"Pants." I say noticing that he was wearing a robe, a white underskirt and no pants but luckily........... his underwear.

He looks down to see what he was presently wearing. "I should have pants on. Yes." he says in embarrassment, running up the stairs to get dressed.

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    By the time Ned came down the stairs in one of his suits, we all ran into the garage and all hopped into his canary yellow two- seater Lamborghini. "How are we all going to fit?........ you know what I'm taking my car." I say pulling out my keys from my coat pocket.  "No no you' re small enough, we'll make this work..." Ned said as they both pulled me into the passengers seat squeezing me in the middle of the two of them. The garage door opened and we were off.... We came to a complete stop a few blocks away from the house...... Children crossing.

"Come on, Glenn! He's nothing, but a glorified midget wrangler." he commented. " You wouldn't be so big without that vest!" "Grab that thing that's down there." "What?" I squeak involuntarily.  "Grab it. Just hold that up." I irritatingly groan, bending over forward picking up a box. 

"Where you get this?" I ask.

"Best 20 ever spent. Saves me a half hour on my commute." he explains.