Something Or Other, chapter 1

Crash. Bang. Ka-boom.
"Uhh... Oops?"
Another crash.
How much damage could one man do? Honestly.
A series of bangs, crashes, ka-booms, smashes, and any other sounds you can think of followed.
"It wasn't me! Honest!" Tre yelled, skeptically, looking at the war-zone around him. The floor was showered in things that had suddenly fallen from walls, shelves, benches, tables, and what-not. Which, of course was definitely not done by Tre.
"Yeah right" I retorted, rolling my eyes, not wanting to view the disaster he had caused.
"Really! I didn't do it! All this stuff suddenly leapt from their places onto the floor! I did nothing!" he argued.
I didn't move from my bed. What was the use of going down and seeing the house ruined? Plus, I didn't think I was even fully awake. Maybe I was just dreaming? Yeah... Maybe I was...
Crash.
"TRE!" I yelled. Damn, now I was definitely awake.
"It was... Mike!"
"Heeeeey!" Another voice entered the argument, sounding annoyed. Looked like someone else wasn't happy at being woken up.
"Stop making things fall, Mike!"
"I'm not!"
"Shut up" I mumbled, from beneath the blanket. Of course, no one heard me, considering I would've had to yell, and I couldn't be bothered.
"Yes you are!"
"No! I'm not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are--"
"SHUT. UP."
There was silence in the house. Probably the best three seconds I'd ever experienced. Honestly. I reluctantly climbed out of bed and changed. I stood in front of my bedroom door, slowly opening it to peer around it, to see if I could view the disaster from here.
"There'd better not be anything on the floor once I get downstairs!" I said, warningly.
"Oh, and what do you think you're gonna do to us, Kris?"
I sighed. I honestly didn't know, and I was way too lazy to come up with threats that I could pull out now...
"I'll..." I halted to think for a moment, "Get rid of the beer... Unless you want to go out and buy it, instead? And get mobbed by all those fans..."
There was a tense silence all throughout the house, before someone yelled, "Damnit, Tre, get cleaning!"
"O-kay!" Tre agreed, obediently.
I sighed, sprawling out on top of my bed, wondering how I had ever got into this situation in the first place. Oh, yeah. They had come in for a place to stay... It was honestly that simple. I had been aqquainted with them once or twice before-hand, and now they were staying in my bloody house... Excellent, no?
I listened to whatever was going on downstairs. Just Mike and Billie throwing orders at Tre... I hoped they would succeed in getting the house clean, considering I was way too lazy to do it myself. Honestly, why should I? They were the ones who turned my house into a battlefield.
"I hope they don't break anything" I muttered, as an after-thought.

***

After half an hour, I decided to check on how they were going. I stumbled out of the room, leaning on the rail, and peering down below, to see the three men. Tre was putting a picture with a chunk of glass out of it on the wall, while Billie was inspecting a bleeding toe, where, I suspected, he had stooden on the piece of missing glass. Mike was glancing at the kitchen, skeptically.
Descending the staircase, I leapt onto one of the couches, grinning. "Not too bad..." I said, "What happened to your toe, Billie?" I added, as an afterthought.
"I stood on a piece of glass" he muttered, pretty much to himself, "And stopped cleaning because... I didn't want to get any blood on the carpet. Yeah."
I rolled my eyes, and turned my gaze to Tre. "You're buying a new frame for that picture" I said, motioning to the one he had just put on the wall, "Or a new... Windowy... Glass... Thing to put on it..."
He nodded, reluctantly.
"How exactly did everything fall off the walls, anyway?" I continued, looking around at the three of them suspiciously.
"It was Tre" Billie Joe, and Mike said, instantly, receiving a glare from their friend.
"It wasn't me!" Tre argued, putting on his best innocent face, "Honest! It was... Uhhh... Wait. It was Mike! I said that earlier! Mike did it!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did n--"
"Shut the hell up."
"Okay, Kris" the two sighed.
Smiling at my success, I leaned back on the couch, inspecting the room. Well, they had gotten everything back to where it belonged. "Is this the only room terrorized?" I questioned.
The three nodded in unison.
"Good, the beer stays." Cheers followed the statement, and Tre stood up and did a victory dance, which ended in him overturning a chair, and falling flat on the ground. He instantly stood up, unharmed. Grinning sheepishly, he returned the chair to it's normal position.
"So, how much longer do you three plan on staying?" I asked, casually. It had been fun with them staying there. They had stayed for three days, and already they seemed attached to the house, and it's inhabitants. Me, my dog, and my sea monkey, which I had had for... Ages.
"Dunno" Billie Joe answered, "Probably a week, or something..."
"Oh..." I said, frowning. Damn, that was a short time.
"Aw" Tre added, "But she has heaps of beer... Can we take some for the roa-- OW! What!?" He rubbed his arm where Mike had hit him. "What? What did I do?"
I chuckled, turning to lay down on the couch, head rest on the arm. "I'm sure you all have more than enough money to get your own" I commented.
"Yeah... But it's cooler when you don't have to go out and buy it... We just give you our money, and you get it, and you don't get mobbed! It works perfectly! We're all unharmed!" Tre said, happily.
"Except for the time when you tripped passing the fruit" Mike added, "You came back with a bunch of bruises..."
I rubbed the back of my head at the memory. Yeah, having apples pile on top of you wasn't exactly the best way to end a day out shopping for food...
"So... What now?" Billie asked, glancing around at the three around him. He was answered with a series of shrugs. "Yeah. That really helps..."
"I know! Let's get some... Pizza! No! Candy! No! Pizza! No-- Wait... I dunno..."
"Tre, make up your mind before saying something" Mike said, shaking his head with a laugh. Tre frowned at threw a pillow at Mike, which he had randomly found... Somewhere. On the floor, probably. Considering that was where most of the pillows were. I don't know why I never put them on the couches, and chairs. What was the use of having pillows when they just lay on the floor, anyway? It was a waste of money...
I escaped my thoughts as I felt something collide with my arm. I looked up in surprise, seeing the three guys grinning, and Mike threw another pillow in my direction. Diving off the couch, I grabbed the two pillows, throwing one at Mike, and keeping the other. Crouching down, I crawled around, before approaching Tre (Who was now standing up, and dodging pillows being thrown at him) from behind, before giving him a good whack.
He looked back at me in surprise, but I was already diving away, looking for cover behind a chair.
Tre suddenly noticed he was the only one standing out in the open, with Billie, Mike, and I looking at him with evil grins. "Damn, this isn't good..."
"FIRE!" I heard Billie yell.
Tre yelled, ducking down on the floor as the pillows hit him, mostly on the back, while a well-aimed one hit him on the head, messing up his hair. If his face could be seen, I would've guessed he was frowning.
Yelling in triumph, I stood up, grinning at the three.
I told you it was always interesting with them around!