About ten minutes later J and Sean had kicked all party animals out, only the FirE girls and the other Five lads had stayed behind.
"I thought you were gonna get outta here?" J said to his mates.
"How CAN you say that??" replied Ritchie, pretending to be hurt. "We're your mates."
"You can only stay if you're helping cleaning up" J warned. He divided the tasks between four pairs of them and they all got to work. Daphne and Rich got to do the kitchen.
"Ok now Rich, if you wash up I'll dry" Daphne said.
Rich made a face. "Don't they have a dishwasher?" he complained.
"It's broke, J told me. Apparently Sean didn't know you were supposed to empty plates and pans first before putting them in. Rich burst out laughing.
"Typical" he muttered and went to work. Twenty minutes later he put the last plate in the rack. "Finally!" he exclaimed and looked around for a towel to dry his hands. When he saw none, he shrugged and waved his hands, sprinkling Daphne.
"Hey!" she complained. "Watch it. I'm no plant, I don't need to be sprinkled."
"Oh no?" Rcih asked teasingly and splashed some more water in her direction.
"Rich!" she half-giggled. "you're getting me all wet!"
Needless to say, some minutes later they were both dripping wet. Then, ironically, J came in (can't have any fun without that guy bursting in! LOL) and found two wet giggling adolescents and a soaked kitchen.
"Guys!" he exclaimed. "I don't remember anything about washing the entire kitchen up!"
Daphne gave him a guilty look and said:"Rich splashed me first."
J put his hands on his hips and stared at his bandmate.
"Oh crap why do you believe her first?" Rich whined.
"Yeah I wonder why" Daphne grinned.
"Knock it off" J said irritated. "Go dry yourselves up a bit in the bathroom. Hurry!"
Tamara and Sean where walking around the apartement opening doors to see if any rooms needed cleaning. There was a whole shock waiting for them when they opened the door to J's bedroom...
"Oh God!" Sean exclaimed as he peered inside. "Whoever's done this is gonna get seriously hurt!"
"How d'ya..oh my god!" shrieked Tamara, taking a quick peek inside. The room was totally wrecked. Several bags of chips were spread over the floor and mushed into the carpet. The matrass was taken off the bed and smashed against a wall. All of the candles usually on J's desk were broken on the ground.
"Oh goodness" Tamara panted. "What re we going to do? He will go all crazy when he sees this."
"We'll never be able to clean THIS up fast and neat" Sean replied, self-aware.
"You're right. We gotta get some help."
"Dee?" Sean asked hopefully, and Tam gave him a questioning look.
"You like her don't you?"she asked.
Sean looked pretty guilty.
"You do!" she exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Sean yelled blushing. "You're gonna keep yer mouth shut, hear me?"
Tamara put her hand on her heart. "Scout's honour" she promised.
Sean gave her an evil look and finally said, when he had regained his usual shade: "Ok let';s get some help now."
