| "But Sabrina, it isn't MY fault Adam was in here drinking his apple juice at 3 am this morning! Why should you kick ME out?" Kyle pleaded as Sabrina threw his suitcase into the hallway. "I'm sick of all your bandmates coming in here at all hours of the night! Good BYE!" Sabrina slammed the door in Kyle's face. Kyle picked up his meager belongings: His suitcase filled with combs, a few pairs of form-fitting clothes, and a picture of his wife and daughter. He then headed out to the apartment buolding across town. Kyle knocked on the door to apartment 10A. Paul answered the door. "Kyle? What are YOU doing here?" Paul asked, holding his glass of iced tea. "Sabrina kicked me out. I need a place to saty. Think I can crash here for a while?" "Why of course. Join the rest of us." "The rest of us? Huh?" Paul pointed into the living room, where Adam, Rob, and Brian were watching TV and yelling. "I mean, the REST of us. Marisol kicked Rob out because she couldn't deal with the pressure of being married to 'The Beep-Beep man'. Adam and Brian....well...they're just pathetic and needed a place to stay." Paul led Kyle into the room, and then headed off towards his bedroom. "Now then, you all keep it down out here! I'm the shortest, but I can kick ALL your asses! And I need my sleep!!" With that, he slammed the door, leaving the others to chat amongst themselves. "Kyley! Lemme guess...Sabrina kicked you out?" Adam asked Kyle, as he chewed on some Fruit Roll Ups. "Yeah. And it's because of YOU, Adam! I should have never given you permission to use the house!" "Calm down, sexy!" Rob said, sitting back and watching the Price is Right on TV. We can all live together. It'll be fun!" "Well, this is only temporary, until I can get Sabrina to take me back." "Yeah," Brian started, "I gue-" "WOOOOT!" Adam interrupted him, yelling at the TV, "DAMN you, can't you tell that that lamp is worth $700, not $500?!" "No way! It's at least $800!" Rob pitched in. This started an argument, which Paul quickly ended. "I told you all to shut up! Don't make me take away your milk and cookie privileges!" Paul yelled from the bedroom. "We sowwy, Uncle Paulio!" Adam replied, as he stuck the fruit roll up on his face. "I am the great Fruit Roll Up face! Bow down to me, peasants!" He cried out. "You sick bastard, gimme that!" Rob jerked the gummy snack off Adam's face, and took a bite of it. "Mmm. Chewy." "That was MINE!" Adam exclaimed, running to the kitchen to cry. "Oh, Ads, I'm sorry, please...stop crying..." Rob jumped up and ran into the kitchen after him. "Sooo..." Kyle said, staring at Brian. "What? What are you lookign at me like that for? I didn't do nothin! I'm innocent I tell you, innocent!! Stop it! STOP IT!" Brian started crying and ran off into his own bedroom. "Um....ooooooookay then." Kyle said, a little confused. Kyle sat down, opened up a new fruit roll up, and changed the channel to Saturday Night Live. Meanwhile, in the kitchen..... "Adam, I'm sorry," Rob said, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder. "It was mine. Why did you do that?!" Adam cried, looking up at Rob. "I don't know. I guess I'm just so used to getting what I want all the time, I never considered your feelings. Forgive me?" "Yeah. I guess." They both hugged. "So, Adam, this means we have to respect each other's space from now on." "Yeah. You're right. Now, let's get back to the Price is Right...that Bob Barker is wonderful!" Adam said. "Ok." Rob walked out of the kitchen, not knowing that Adam was running up behind him. "Time for a game of Grab Ass!" Adam giggled, as he pinched the seat of Rob's leather pants and ran into the living room. "Sick bastard!" Rob called after him. But Adam didn't hear. He was too busy chasing Kyle around the room. Rob just leaned up against the door frame and smiled as Kyle ran and yelled, "Stop it! Jesus christ, what's WRONG with you?!" In Paul's bedroom..... Paul stared at the ceiling as he listened to his friends having fun (or avoiding Adam) in the living room. "Wow, this is gonna be hard to live with all the time," He sighed. All of a sudden, his door opened, and all 4 of his friends fell into his bedroom, wrestling around. "Ha! I got your ass!" Adam screamed triumphantly to Brian. Brian just shivered in fear. "Guys, it's time for bed. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow." Rob started singing. "It's been a looong day..always...ain't that right..." "I didn't mean for you to break out into song," Paul said. "Now then, shall I tuck you all in?" They all nodded in agreement as Paul led them to their room. They all had to share it, since Paul only had 2 bedrooms. All the Matchsticks headed off to their sleeping bags. Paul stood at the doorway. "Paul?" "Yes, Adam?" "Can I stay up just ten more minutes to finish watching Bob Barker?" "No, Adam." "Ok." It was silent for a few seconds. "Hey Paul?" "YES, Adam?" "Isn't it weird that we're all living together?" "Well, we'll make it work. We're just sorta...well...we're like the odd couple. Only there's more of us." "Ok." Another silent moment. "Paul?" "Yes, Adam, what is it?" "Can I play grab ass with you tomorrow?" "No Adam, you may not." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Ok." Paul said goodnight, then headed off to his room. "Good night, Paul." "Good night, Rob." "Nite, Pookie!" "Niters, Kyle!" "G'nite, Ads!" "Goodnight, John Boy!" "Goodnight, Elizabeth." Everyone wondered who said those last two things... Everyone but Adam. Adam just snuggled into his sleeping bag and giggled to himself, knowing that he would grab Paul's ass the next day whether Paul liked it or not. |
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| Episode 1: Fruit Roll Ups and Bob Barker |
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