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War of the Roses -- Part 4: Bed of Roses "Arrrrgh, can we PLEASE watch it again?" Brian whined, referring to his tape of a Sonic Youth concert which had just ended -- for the third time. "No, Brian," Stef started patiently, "I have to go to the dentist. You can watch it by yourself." "That's no fun..." Brian trailed off as it occured to him what -might- be fun... "Uh oh... Brian, do I need to call a babysitter?" "Uhhh, what?" "You've got this look on your face like youre about to do something extremely childish." "Errrr, maaaaaaaybe..." Stef sighed in mock disappointment. "It doesnt by any chance have anything to do with your best-friend-in-the-entire-world Steve, does it?" "Nooooooooooo," Brian said, as innocently as he could. "Right, and I'm the Queen of England." "You are?" Brian sounded surprised, but his smirk betrayed his sarcasm. "Argh, now youre making me late! Hey, want me to pick you up some diapers or a soother on my way home?" He grinned wickedly. "NO! Just GO!" Brian shrieked. Brian waited until he was sure Stefan was gone, then he left himself, setting out for the nearest thrift store. * * * Brian sat on a park bench, wondering if Steve was home or not. It was almost twenty minutes before he remembered that Steve took his daughter out for the day. Excellent. He walked over to Steve's flat, ready to exact his revenge... Brian sat on the bus, grinning like a maniac. The bulging bags he held contained all of Steve's bedding -- sheets, pillowcases, the works. In their place back in the flat he had left highly feminine pink floral print bedding. He wished he could see Steve's face when he discovered the redecorating, but he valued his kneecaps too highly. He grinned again. * * * *ring ring* "Hello?" Steve pulled his mobile out of his pocket and answered. "Hey Shteef." "Er, Stefan? That you?" "Yeah.. wash jusht at the dentisht, my mouthsh shtill froshen." "Ah. So what's up?" Steve put his key into the lock on his flat, turning it an easing the door open. "I jusht wanted to let you know that Brian'sh planning shomefing." "Yeah?" Steve asked with curiosity, dropping his wallet on the kitchen counter and moving to his bedroom to put away the book he had bought earlier. "Yeh.. I haf no idea what though...sowry." "Hey, that's okay. Thanks for the heads-up." "No problem, Shteef." "So why were you at the dentist anyw-- AAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!" Prev | Next Home |