| Chapter Two Whitney: I was in the middle of a very important rugby game when J came bursting through the door. "Whitney, when are we going to leave?" he asked, standing right in front of me and more important, the TV. "J! Move!" I said, pushing against his leg. I peered around him to the TV. I couldn't see a thing. "We'll leave when the game is done and when Nikki shows up, how many times do I have to tell you that?" "Pushy pushy," J mumbled as he moved out of the way. "Look, you've known me for a very long time J, and if a game is on I have to see it! Rain or shine, shopping trip or no shopping trip, I'm there! I was deprived as an American child of this game and now I have to devulge myself in it. So if you wouldn't mind...SHH!" I turned my attention back to the TV. "Can I at least kiss you?" J asked. "When a commercial comes on," I sweetly responded. J sighed deeply and left the room. I just laughed a bit. "Whitney, I need to talk to you," Abs said, entering the room. "Don't...stand..." I managed to get out right as Abs stood in front of me. "What? Make it quick!" "Does Nikki have to come today?" Abs asked. "Please don't make her come, please!" he pleaded. "Abs, she's coming, end of story, now move!" I yelled as I heard the television crowd roar. "Fine, see if it's the last time I ask you anything again," Abs remarked as he stormed out of the room. "Next time I see you you'll be asking something!" I yelled after him. I groaned as the game turned to commercial without showing me who had scored. I waited the few minutes of pathetic attempts for people to sell me things. I grabbed a pillow and clutched it close to me when the commericals were over. "Whitney! We need to talk!" Ritchie announced as he entered the room and stood directly in front of me. "It's about Nikki. Look, you know her better than any of us in the house, and I think you may have noticed my attraction to her. Anyways..." I stood, flipped of the tv and started to walk out of the room. "It's not even worth it here in this house," I mumbled to myself as I headed toward my room. Nikki: I walked up the doorstep, taking my time even though I knew I was late. Its not like Whitney would care or anything. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently outside. A couple of minutes passed and I was getting anxious. I rang it again. "I'm comin I'm comin," I heard a voice say as it approached the door. It pulled open and there stood my least favorite person in the world. He rolled his eyes as he saw it was me. "How many people are you planning on fitting in those pants there, Abs?" I asked, making my way inside the house. "Because, frankly, it looks like you could fit the whole household in there." I remarked, referring to his extremely baggy pants. "I was going to give the lil kiddies a little sapce in here since you stole their pants, Nik," he replied with a smirk on his face. I looked down at my tight dark denim hipsters. "That's nice, very juvinile of you, Richard," I sneered, making my way past him into the deeper part of the house. He just sighed in response. I walked straight up to Whitney's room and flung open her door. "Hey!" she cried as I entered the room. She was sitting on her bed reading some magizine. "I could have been naked in here." I made a face. "I'll have to remember that next time," I replied. She just rolled her eyes and flipped the page. "Oh, by the way, did you catch the game? I left before it was over." Chapter Three... |