I stared out at the gloomy weather. I sighed softly, and walked away from the window. It was 12:08 pm, and I wanted to go out. Me and Dipsy had planned to go outside to play dodgeball, but it was all nasty out there. I flopped onto the floor, listening to the sound of rain on the roof. I heard a loud whud noise. I opened my door, and quickly slammed it. Dipsy and Walte were fighting for some reason. I began to climb out my window, when the door came crashing down. Dipsy and Walten were both bloody, and Anne was dragging them away. Suddenly she turned and glared at me. "Get your as down. You can walk to Laa-Laa." I flinched at the sudden harshness in her tone. "O-okay." I mumbled. I grabbed a hoodie, and some shorts, along with my computer, before walking into Laa-Laa's room. She shot me a glare, making me flinch, and look away. Lately, I'd been struggling to make eye contact with her, and I couldn't figure out why. I hugged my arms, carefully balancing my things. I heard a crack of thunder, and more screaming. I wanted to check it out, so I tried to leave, but Laa-Laa grabbed my wrist, and covered my ears. "You don't need to know what's happening down there. I pulled my hand away fro, her grasp, and ran down the steps. To my horror, Walten was curled up in a ball, and Dipsy was beating him. Miles and Conor were desperately trying to get him off. I heard a shriek, and suddenly it was silent. Walten lay there, unmoving. "Snowbitch?!" There was panic in Miles' voice as he ran to the small boys side. Miles was desperately shaking him, and his eyes were wet. "Come on dumb shit, stop playing around! Walten?!..." My heart hurt for him. Although they still called each other Snowbitch and Skinny Bob, they'd grown to be close over the past 2 years after losing so much. Tears were dropping from the sergeants face, as Walten was quickly rushed to a hospital. He punched Dipsy in the the gut, and the green tubby fell into the hard floor of the kitchen. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" I could feel the anger radiating from Miles and Dipsy both, and suddenly, I was angry. A wave if grief washed over me, as I slammed my fists into the side of Dipsy's skull. Blood shot from his mouth. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to scare him. And I wanted to kill him. Kill him. I stumbled when that thought went through my brain. I covered my mouth, and stared at the mess I'd made, Dipsy was under me, trembling. I felt myself dragged away. I whimpered, and quickly pushed away from whoever had grabbed me. I rushed up the stairs, when I got into my room, I slammed the door, and looked at my hands. They were stained with blood. I broke down, and slumped against the door. I'm so sorry Dipsy.
Anne
I was walking down the hallway with a bandage for Dipsy. Miles had only punched him but hellI'm like... his mom! Slowly rounding the corner, I saw Po ran past me crying.
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There was blood all over her, and I could tell she'd had her rounds with Dipsy. I went back to the bathroom, and grabbed more bandaged, before pouring some ice water. Knowing Dipsy, he'd most likely be talking the issue out, so I decided to set the bandages down, and go check on Po. When I got to her room, Tinky and Laa-Laa were try8ng to get her out. "Po stop being a little bitch, and get out here! We have better shit to do." Po's crying stopped, and it was quiet. I heard the sound of a knife in the kitchen, and suddenly, Po's door swung open. She had black marks covering her eyes. "What? What did you say?!" Laa-Laa quickly backed away, paws in the air. Tinky had quickly picked the red girl up, tossing her knife on the ground. This only made her anger worse, as she began screaming and biting. From the purple teletubby's expression it was clear he was in great pain, but he wasn't letting go. He turned closing the door to Po's room. I shot Laa-Laa a glare, and she rubbed her arms. "I'll apologize when she's calmed down some." Laa-Laa quickly rushed off, and I could see a mix of guilt and rage. I'd noticed recently that when ever Po accidentally mad her sentences or body positions dirty, Laa-Laa'd point them out to fluster her. Are they gettingalong better? I didn't follow Laa-Laa, knowing she'd need time alone just like Po, and Dipsy.
Miles
I ruffled Dipsy's hair, and flinched when Dipsy let out yet another painful yelp. He sounded like a puppy.... "Bro, she BROKE MY SKULL! Quit touching my hair. I laughed, and patted his back instead. We walked down the hall where Anne was smiling. "Who wants to go to the hospital?" She asked, swinging her keys. I whooped, and ran to get Brooke, who was sleeping on Katya's stomach. The pale blue tubby looked depressed. Save me. She mouthed. Anne sound the sleepy pre-teen over her shoulder, and we walked down the hall. Brooke generally looked more like me, but he had some pink patches, and was very dramatic. Like Anne, he was short for a 12 year old child. For some reason, he craved Hawaiian pizza, which was something me and Anne despised. Brooke was usually in his own world, and somehow could tell a lot about someokne by how they walk, or simply by reading their faces. He reminded me of Conor like that.
1 hour later
Brooke
I woke up in my mom's lap. We were watching Walten, who was already better. He had a weak smile on his face, and was once again talking shit. Dad only allowed me to curse with friends, and occasionally around the house. Mom told me that my first word was "fuck" and that my first sentence was "oh shit". After that, she banned Dad from cursing, and kicked him in the knees when he did. My first NOT curse word was duckling, which terrified my dad. I snorted at the memory, and mom shoved me off her lap. "Evesdropper." She said, laughing. I blinked and kinda yawned. I had no idea what they were talking about, nor did I give two shits. I flopped onto my belly, and closed my eyes. I'm going back to bed.. floor? Until we leave with Walten, this is my resting place.
Po
Tinky had managed to calm me down. Since I was still pretty upset, I began to bake. I was on my 2nd batch of cookies, when Brooke ran into the kitchen, and slammed into my leg. "Auntie Poo!" He screamed. I could hear Miles launching. "Just a sex-ed lesson! Nothing terrible for him to be dying over... yet. Brooke shuddered, and covered his ears. "Dad your being an ass. You've been acting like one since Walten got back." I sniffed when he began to laugh. Brooke put his paws over his ears and ran upstairs like his butt was on fire. "That was mean." I growled, poking him in the chest. Miles sort of shrugged. "It was all fun in games Po." Miles said calmly. We suddenly heard something slam, and Brooke stormed down the stairs. "What is this?!" He held up a condom and Miles shrugged. "That one was from Dipsy and Laa-Laa." Brooke stormed outside, slamming the door behind him. Anne had her hands on her hips, and one giving Miles one of her scariest death glared. I began to finish up my baking, so I could leave. I felt bad for Brooke though. Miles had odd humor.
Laa-Laa
I was on Po's bed, staring out her window. I like her room. It smells like her. Wait... WHAT?! I sat up, startled at myself for thinking that. Me and her are still enemies, and it stays that way. It was one good moment. I sighed, slipped off of her bed.
Do you really like it the way things are? No... wait... WHO ASKED YOU?! Nobody. Just saying, when you'renot with Po, you look kinda sad. I can live without her. Mm-hmm. What?! You're a bad liar. Anywho, Imma go now. See you Ms. "I like Po and won't admit it"!
That shadow...teletubby thing! I had no idea what the fuck he was, but he seriously pisses me off. I flopped onto my back, and closed my eyes. Po is SO gonna kill me...but for once, I was ok with that. I really truly was.
Happy late Valentines-
Nothing Lovey Dovey really happened, but I don't give a fuck! Thanks for reading!
