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Thank you guys for the reviews :) they make me laugh. (in a good way.) In all seriousness though, I would've stopped posting this story after chapter one had you not reviewed, and that would've been it for this story, so thank you guys :)


And, I thought I should mention this: Jersey Shore is a guilty pleasure of mine.


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Mikey:

I woke up in an akward position on the living room floor. I didn't know my legs could bend

that way...



Sunlight was streaming in the windows. The TV was playing some show with a 4"9 girl with a bump-

it in her hair and a guy who kept saying "Look's like we got a situation."



Focusing my attention on something other than the TV, I looked around. Bob, who was still

sleeping, was laying on the ground as well, by one of the couches. He almost looked as if he

had fallen off.



Frank was on the couch, a huge smile on his face while he slept, looking comfortable having

a BIG couch all too himself.



Ray occupied the other couch.



I scanned the room for Gerard, but he was nowhere to be found. I had a gut feeling I knew where

he was though.



I got up, cursing quietly at my stiff legs.

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Gerard:

Coffee, coffee, I love my coffee...



I stood by the coffee maker, nearly pouring the cup of coffee down my throat, when my brother

walked in the kitchen.



"Okay," he paused and put his hands on his hips. "One; you're going to burn your throat. Two;

your addiction to coffee will be the death of you someday, said one. Three; you didn't make me

any? Four; you know you should really think about-"



"Mikey!" I interuptted him and he seized complaining. "No, I did not make you any coffee. And

do you have anything important I should know about that doesn't concern coffee?" I asked

him,trying to be paitent.



He thought for a moment. "Oh, yeah, yesterday before she left Mom said to not throw any

parties."



"We didn't though, did we?" I asked, pouring another cup.



He shrugged. "I guess not. Speaking of which, did you hear her come home last night?" he asked.



I paused. "No..."



"I'll go check her room..." he told me over his shoulder as he left the room.



I had resumed to sipping my coffee (carefully this time) when Mikey came running back in the

kitchen. I nearly jumped. "$hi+..." I cursed quitely as I set my mug on the counter so I could

clean up the coffee that had spilt to the floor.



"She's not there," Mikey informed me.



As if on cue, I heard the front door open and close. Mikey and I walked out of the kitchen to

find our mother by the door looking exhausted and quite hungover. "Quick note, kids," she said

tiredly, "If you ever get an office job, and they ask you to stay late because there'll be a

party afterwards, DON'T STAY. I'm tired... feel free to do whatever with your... um...

friends," she said carefully, looking into the living room. She then turned and slowly

walked up stairs to her bedroom.



Mikey and I both said quiet thank-yous as we walked back to the living room. I took another sip

of my coffee. Ray was still sitting on the one couch, and Frank was lying uncomfortably on the

other. The uncomfortable part because Bob was sitting on top of him, a smug smile on his face.



"Hey guys," Frank said weakly, struggling to breathe right underneath Bob's weight. He managed

a small wave.



"My mom said we can do whatever we'd like today," I told them. "Any ideas?"



"Coffee!" Frank squealed excitedly. Ray and Bob nodded their heads in agreement.



"I heard a new Starbucks opened a few blocks from here," Mikey said.



I glared at him. "There's a new Starbucks and you didn't tell me?"



He shrugged. "You didn't make me any coffee."



I sighed. "Well, we'll take the car I guess," I said as I walked to the front door, gesturing

them to follow me. I held it open for them, and Frank snatched my coffee as he walked through.



"Yay, coffee to drink BEFORE we get coffee!" he laughed. He ran to catch up with Mikey. "Mikey

and I strike again!" he shouted and Mikey laughed.



"Wait a sec," I said, causing Bob to stop next to me. "Where's Toro?"



Bob shrugged. I heard the TV in the living room still on, along with Ray's voice shouting, "Ron

freaking cheated on you Sam! Why didn't you break up with him? Duh!" Bob raised an eyebrow at

me and we walked into the living room, to find Ray's eyes glued to the screan.



"Come on, buddy," Bob said as we helped Ray up off the couch and guided him outside to the car,

and I shut the front door behind us.

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