Before they knew it, Jason was waking them up. "Come on, you two. We're home." When he didn't see any signs of consciousness, he shook Lance's shoulder.
Lance fluttered his eyes open, then shut them and tried to shoo Jason away with a wave of his hand. He mumbled something that sounded like "go away".
Jason rolled his eyes. The boy was impossible to get up. He moved around the car to Sabrina. Then, on an afterthought, he didn't even bother trying to wake her up, remembering that she was harder to wake up then Lance. He simply gently picked her up and carried her into the house, lay her on the couch, and went back for Lance, who was still asleep. Being less gentle with him, he picked him up, slung him over his shoulder, shut the door with his hip and took him into the house.
Sabrina had just woken up when she heard Lance getting pissed at Jason. She sat up, looked into the kitchen from the den, where she was, and saw him slung over Jason's shoulder. Lance is up, she thought sacrcastically, rolling her eyes. Getting up, she stretched and padded into the kitchen, where Jason still had Lance over his shoulder, and Lance was still yelling at the top of his lungs. She walked past them, on her way to the refrigerator, giving Jason a hi-five on her way by. She noticed a note on the fridge, in Lauren's hand writing.
Beener,
She rolled her eyes. I'm gonna kill Justin, she thought.
We went out to a club, cause we figured you guys would be out late.
Justin's handwriting interrupted, more messy then usual, looking like he had wrestled the pen away from Lauren.
Yes, it's an "18 and up" club.
Lauren's handwriting contiued, looking shaky like she was fighting Justin away while writing it.
Ignore that interruption. Don't know when we'll be back, but don't wait up for us. Heh-heh, if you get my drift.
Sabrina rolled her eyes again, marveling at how deep Lauren's mind could be in the gutter sometimes. She's spending too much time around Joey, she mused.
Lotsa love, and I'll see you in the morn.
Lulu.
P.S. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. It's not much, cause Justin just HAD to have something to eat before we left, and made us late.
Justin interrupted again.
I didn't eat THAT much, don't believe her. She's lying.
Lauren continued.
WHAT-EVER! Oh well. I wanna hear all about it in the morning, so get ready to dish. See you tommorrow!
Sabrina finished reading the note, then turned around and burst into laughter. Jason and lance were fast asleep in the kitchen chairs. "I gusee I'll have to finish off the rest of Lauren's food by my self," she said, loudly. Lance started awake, perked up and said "Food?! Where!?"
She smiled at him. "There's leftovers in the fridge, but I can't guarantee anything. Lauren said Justin snacked right before they left."
He groaned. "There goes all hope there's something good left. Justin doesn't snack. He feasts. That boy is a human garbage disposal, bottomless pit and a Hoover vacuum all rolled into one."
She shook her head. "He's gotta stop growing sometime, and that's when we'll have our revenge by pigging out, when he can only finish off a large pizza, minus the breadsticks. (LOL, Liss! Told ya I'd get that in! {Inside joke})
He looked at her strangely. "Oookay, that didn't make any sense, but to answer that, I doubt it. Have you seen how much his dad eats?"
She giggled. "Do you want something to eat or not?"
"Yeah, lemme get out of this stupid, plastic, stuck-in-the-fifties chair," he said, referring to the chairs that Lauren had used to complete the "retro" theme in her kitchen. And as he stood up, there was a ripping sound. He winced.
"Skin catch?"