How We Are

Chapter 5

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” I screamed at Keaton and Wesley as they were waking up. I didn’t give them time to shake off their grogginess I just took them by their hair and put them on my sugar- filled couch.

“What do you- Oh…” Wes said as he looked around the room. And then he and Keaton looked at each other and started grinning like idiots.

“This is NOT FUNNY! What happened to my apartment?” I exclaimed.

I was beyond furious as this point. They were in deep doo-doo and there was no way in hell they were leaving this place without cleaning up this mess.

“Well, uhm, we had a lot of sugar on the way home…” Keaton began.

“And that kind of made us want more sugar…” Wes continued.

“So, we went to that shop, Dylan’s Candybar…”

“And we pretty much bought a lot of everything that was in there…”

“So, where did the ice crea-“ I stopped mid-sentence.

I looked around the room. I swiped at the ice cream on the sofa and on the wall and tasted them.

I sent a death glare toward Keaton and Wesley as they gave each other nervous glances.

“YOU.”

They’re gonna get it.

“USED.”

Yep, I’m gonna kill’em

“MY.”

Drew just walked in.

“MINT. CHOCOLATE. CHIP.”

Drew looks pissed, too.

“ICE CREAM!”

I screamed out the last part of my sentence and pounced on both boys. I hooked my arm around Wesley’s neck and just stepped on Keaton's  torso to keep him from moving. He’s so obedient. I  was choking Wesley from behind when I felt arms around me dragging me away from him, but I only tightened my grip on him and we were both dragged around the living room by Drew.

Drew?

Shouldn’t he be helping me?

“Drew! Go get Keaton! That cuddlely bastard is getting away!” I screamed over my shoulder.

“NO!”

I let go of Wesley and he scrambled into a corner and sat against the wall, gasping for air and holding his heart. He was staring at me with absolute horror.

I was happy about this.

Now to check on Drew.

I turned around and knocked on his head. I looked in his eyes from different angles. And I opened his mouth and looked into his nose and ears.

“What are you doing, Carter?” he asked.

“I’m just checking to see if you’re sick or anything…” I answered nonchalantly.

“Why?”

“Are you blind? Because you should be beating them like a drum after they did all of this!” I said, making wild gestures over my head to the… Well, all around me actually.

“Yeah, but we’ll just make them clean it. Isn’t that payback enough?” Drew asked.

Wes, Kitten and I stared at him. Even Keats and Wes had to laugh at that.

“There is no such thing as ‘payback enough’ when you mess with me. You of all people should know that, Mr. Chicken-Stew.”

I walked into the kitchen to get cleaning supplies for my new slaves.

“Well,  hear you go, Ash. And here you go SnowBell.” I said.

“Wait, Ash?”

“SnowBell?”

Why do I have to explain?

“Well, Wesley, my friend, you look like Ash from Pokémon, you know, when it was GOOD. And Keats you are my kitten like SnowBell from Stewart Little.

“But SnowBell wasn’t a kitten. He was a cat. And He was fat.”

“Can-Can, are you calling me fat?” Keaton asked as his bottom lip started trembling.

“Yes.” I answered with a straight face.

Wesley and Drew gasped and Keaton pretend to start bawling his eyes out. He curled up into a ball and started meowing.

“How do fat cats even meow? I only know how to meow like a small kitten,” he said dramatically.

“They DON’T meow, Keats. They don’t meow at all,” Wesley(cough ASH cough) replied.

“NOOOO!” he replied in horror.

I stepped over them and went into my room.

“I’m gonna take a shower and if I come out and you all aren’t done, I’ll kill you!” I yelled sweetly over my shoulder.

“Hah! Sucks to suck!” I heard Drew say.

“You’re helping too, Drew.” I said.

And Keaton and Wes both oooh’d him.

“Shut up.” He muttered.