Later on that day...
Lance and Joey are pulling a groggy JC back to the Lodge.
"I can getttit guys ah can lemme walk by ma sef allight?"
"Ok." Joey and Lance said as they let JC walk on towards the door of the lodge.
"See ew guys-ah? Ah toe'd you ah cud....WHAP!"
JC had his head turned around talking to Lance and Joey and suddenly ran into the glass door of the lodge.
"Mmmm-k dat hurted a lil..can yall help meeh up and stuff?" He said laying on his back, holding his arms up and giggling to himself.
"Come on." Joey said picking JC up and throwing him over his shoulder.
"AAhhh Nooo Hee hee hee Joey no Ah no mean like dat! *giggle* Helloooo!" JC waved at the people staring at him in the lodge. They were fixing to go up to thier room when they ran into Justin and Chris, decked out in camoflauge.
"Halloween already?" Lance said laughing.
"Waaahat? Ah wanna see it Ah wanna see it!" JC yelled.
"Whats....wrong with JC?" Chris asked suspiciously.
"Why are you wearing a blue headband?" Joey asked him laughing.
"Justin's idea.."
"Hey you got me into this whole mess so YOU hafta wear what I say!" Justin said adjusting his headband to look more Tupac-ish.
"What mess? Whats going on?" Lance said.
"You tell us why JC is acting like the town drunk first."Chris said. "I thought you all were going skiing."
"We were." Joey and Lance said together as Joey threw JC down on the couch.
"AAYYY fellas!" JC said to Justin and Chris. "das some coo threads yall gots."
"Is he making fun of me?" Justin asked, paranoid.
"No..Ok heres what happened." Lance said sitting down beside JC and taking the matches away from him that he had picked up from the table. "We went skiing but spazz boy here decides to go down this extremely steep hill."
"AH aint no spas..spazuh..spaaaaasssss."JC said pointing his finger at Lance.
"Anyway.."Lance said continuing."He fell and he couldnt get back up. So me and Joey had to go get help."
"Dey jus' lef me be dere. In da cold. Can you buhleive dat?"
"Ok WHY is he making fun of Me?!?" Justin shouted.
"He isnt Justin." Joey said."Why do you think he is?"
"No reason."
"Can I finish?" Lance said. The others nodded thier heads. "Ok..well since it took us a while before we were able to get help, they told us to take him to the clinic because they were afraid he may catch pneumonia or something, and they gave him some shot and well...I think they may have gave him the wrong one because he's been acting like this ever since....JC? what are you doing? are you allright?"
JC is staring wide-eyed at the ceiling fan.
"Guys..." Chris said leaning over JC."He's not blinking."
"JC???" Lance said shaking him
"Wh-what!?! Man I waaas jus' starin at da ceilin fan."
"Staring at the ceiling fan?"
"Yeuh. It be goin round and round and round and round..." JC said moving his head in the same motion of the fan.
"Anyway..." Lance said looking up at Chris and Justin. "What mess are you all into?"
"We're gonna play paintball with Tom Green!" Chris said excitedly.
"Awww COOL!" Joey said
"Yeah its gonna be awesome." Justin said sarcastically.
"Whats wrong with him?" Joey asked Chris
"He's afraid."
"No Im not!"
"Yes you are youre afraid youre gonna get hurt."
"Nut...uh.." Justin said staring at the floor. "But..people say you know..that those things hurt when they get shot at you."
"I had a friend get his eye knocked out one time." Joey said
"Ok im not goin!" Justin said fixing to run back upstairs when Chris grabbed the straps of his camoflauge overalls and pulled him back.
"Come on Curly youre going."
"But but Chris!" Justin yelled as Chris dragged him off toward the paintball room.
"Bye guys we'll see ya later."
"But Chris! I like my eyes! I wanna keep em'. Chris? dont make me go noooo..."
"AHA! Ahahahahahahah..."JC startled Joey and Lance by laughing to himself while still staring at the celing. "Hey guys? ya know whats so funny?"
"What?" Joey and Lance both mumbled while staring at the TV.
"That they put hot dogs in packs of 10 but hot dog buns in packs of 12...hehehehehe wonder why do go and do dat? I mean whatchu spose ta do? jus' eat plain ol' buns? Huh? Huh boyz?? ay yo felllahs?"
"Its gonna be a long night." Lance moaned.
"Maybe if ya put mustard on them an' some chili dey be allright. Heh then though they wouldnt be hot dogs though..Hot Dogs hehehehee...thats a weird word..*giggle*"
Chris and Justin made thier way into the large indoor paintball area. It had rocks and trees and sand piles to hide behind. Chris was acting like a kid in a candy store. He picked up one of the guns and was jumping around and aiming it like he was in a war movie. Justin stood to himself with a worried look on his face.
"Ch..Chris?"
"WOO HAH! GOT YA ALLLL IN CHECK..KA BOOOOM!" Chris yelled while squatting down behind a sand pile.
"Chris??"
"Yeah?"
"How..H-how bad do they hurt?"
"Justinnn stop worrying geez." Chris said coming over to him. "Here ya want me to go ahead and shoot you and show you how it feels?"
"NO!" Justin said jumping away from him. "Chris NO dont!" He said ducking down in the floor and covering his head with his hands.
"Uh Justin?"
"What?"
"It aint even loaded yet nimrod, Get up."
"Oh..I, I knew that."
"Are you boys ready for WAR???" Tom said jumping out from behind a huge rock.
"AHHHHHH!" Chris and Justin screamed, Justin wrapped his arms around Chris.
"Yo get off me man!"
"Sorry bro."
"So are you boys allergic to any kind of paint of anything?" The man loading Justin and Chris' paintball guns asked them. Justin and Chris looked at each other and then looked back at the man confused.
"Umm No..."
"Ok good." He said handing them thier guns. "Well stay alive!"
"Chris?...Chris??..Hey Chris???"
"Justin SHHHH! be quiet, Tom will hear us." Chris whispered as he and Justin hid behind a rock.
"Chris?" Justin whispered.
"What?"
"Do...do ya, Do ya think Joey was right?"
"About what?"
"About his friend..get..getting his eye Knock..knoc..k-k-n.."
"No Justin geez would you stop worrying and just have fun?"
"ok. Hey look I see somebody over there."
"Yeah me too." Chris said aiming his gun. "Almost...almost BAM!"
"AHHH! AHHHHHH!" Tom screamed while holding his arm. "Im gonna get you you little punk!" he said running towards Justin.
"Wha? HEY it wasnt me! It was Chri.." Justin looked over and saw that Chris had already ran off and left him. And Tom was getting closer.
"NO NO STOP DONT! DONT SHOOT MY EYES PLEASE DONT SHOOT MY EYES!!" Justin yelled holding his hands over his head.
"Ok then." Tom said shrugging his shoulders and walked off.
"Thats it?" Justin said looking up.
"Psst Justin! JUSTIN! Over here."
"Chris dont ever EVER leave me like that again understand?"
"Ok Ok..calm down...Wait..what was that?"
"What was what??"
"That noise. Sounds like...Something behind ..us or.."
Just then Justin shot up in the air, grabbing his behind. "YEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"
"GOTCHA!" Tom yelled while running off in the other direction.
"Oh..My...God.." Justin said, slowly lowering himself to the ground.
"Justin come on! Get up! We have to go get him..Justin?"
"Chr..Chris..I..I cant move."
"What??" Chris grabbed Justin by the arm and started pulling him up. "Its a PAINTBALL Justin COME ON stop being a pansy!"
"Chris..Its, going numb."
"What's going numb?"
"My..uh, "
"OH MY GOSH!"
"Huh? NO not that geez..Man my Butt!"
"OH ..HAHAHA..Your bum is goin numb?" Chris continued laughing until Justin gave him an evil look.
"Um ok sorry man..wanna go to the clinic or something?"
"I guess so." He said walking off..he then stopped and turned around to Chris. "What am I going to TELL them?"
~To Be Continued!~
