Tennis
It was a Friday morning in the O-Town boys house. All of the guys were up except Trevor who was asleep in a pile of what looked like human excrement but was actually mud from his late mud bath the night before, you know how he likes to look good, and he probably would do had he remembered to clean it off when he was done rather than just going straight to bed. none of the guys dared go to wake him up as he had been farting all night (probably Dan’s crappy home cooking) and there appeared to be a curtain of gas around the room. There was also the fear of lighting a match anywhere in the house or in a 200m radius may cause them to well....die in an explosion. Not a nice thought.
All that could be heard from the front room was the sound of balls being bounced about everywhere and Dan shouting ‘ God he’s hot!’ Yes he was watching Wimbledon 2000. He’d taped it over a year ago and still hadn't watched it all the way through yet. Every time Andre Agasi, the tennis player, got knocked out he would cry like a baby for hours then rewind the tape and watch again. Why did he do this? Nobody knows. That's what happened exactly at this moment, Dan burst into tears and began banging his hands and feet on the floor. Jacob, Ashley and Erik came bounding in the room then stopped when they realised it had happened again.
‘Dan you fool!’ shouted Erik, ‘ you knew this was going to happen. Grow up!’
‘So, it breaks my heart that someone that fine could be knocked out so early in the game’ he cried spitting all over the floor.
‘But i wasn’t even in the game Dan’ said a puzzled Ashley. He said fine, who else could he be talking about?
‘Erik don’t be so cruel!’ said Jacob hugging Dan. He jumped up quickly when he felt something digging in his leg.
‘Damn man! you can’t do that!’ he shouted as he stood back.
With all the commotion that had gone on, Dan had forgot to rewind the tape and look startled as a Chinese player began to hit the ball.
‘Oh My Gosh!’ screamed Erik in a rather girly voice, ‘ Its Brian!’ he pointed. ( you remember Brian right? The poor soul who was bored almost to suicide by Ikaika with tales of Malia)
‘That's not Brian!’ said Ashley, ‘actually when you think about it there is a resemblance. That long flowing blonde hair, the ........’ He was cut off by Dan.
‘Look I never even met Brian and by the looks of it neither did you!’
‘Shut up you giant raspberry! Go make us some breakfast!’ ordered Jacob.
‘Yes sir’ replied Dan as he ran off to the kitchen with his head down, followed by Jacob looked ready to beat the poor boy.
Ashley and Erik continued to watch ‘Brain’ play on the telly whilst there were screams coming from the kitchen. ‘Dan! you put the sausages in the frying pan not up there! We have to eat those!’
‘Yes Jacob, I was just going to light the gas’ said a trembling Dan as he picked up the matches.
‘Noooooooooooo DAN I TOLD YOU NEVER TO LIGHT MATCHES WHEN TREVOR'S IN BED!!!’ screamed Jacob. But It was too late and there was a huge KABOOM! Luckily there was a handy hospital next door where the boys were taken and nurtured back to health then lived happily ever after by Papa Lou and his 78 helpful chins. Who did you think collected the spare food for him to eat as a snack when an inch of space was free in his stomach.
~~~~The End~~~~~© Beccy.T 2001/2002