"I've Done Twins", chapter 20
"Ah." Leah flopped onto her bed and smiled. Everything was nice and clean and just the way she'd left it last. "Memories," she said to herself. Mike dropped his shit on the floor and got on top of Leah.
"Please?" he asked innocently.
"Later," she smiled, wriggling out from underneath him.
"That always means no," he sulked.
"No it doesn't," Laughed Leah, "It means...I'm not in the mood at this current
moment but if you wait a little while I'll be fine."
"You're really not much fun, Leah Marie Prescott."
"Oh, so you're bringing full names into this one, are you now, Michael Ryan
Pritchard?" He threw a pillow at her. Leah pushed him down and held down his wrists. "For that, some punishment is in order."
"Hurt me," he whispered.
"Trust me, I won't even have to try."
"Oh sweet Jesus, look at the time," Courtney said, standing up and looking at her wrist and pretending there was a watch there. "I'd say it's time to tell Billie Joe to unpack my bags for me." Billie, who was spread out on the bed, relaxing, gave out a sarcastic chuckle.
"There is no way in Hell I'm doing that, Courtney."
"Really?" Courtney asked, glaring at him, "I'm sure I could make you do it."
"I'd like to see you try." Courtney wasn't expecting him to say that, she stared blankly for a while before throwing her teddy at him.
"Bitch," she muttered, flopping her bag on the bed and opening it.
"Hmph, sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me," Billie said coolly.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me," Tre said, coming into the room.
Courtney let out a small giggle and started placing things away. "What's up, Tre?"
"I was just wondering, if you've seen my...uh...personal magazines."
"Ask Jason," Courtney replied immediently, "No doubt he's probably used them."
"I had a whole series of Maxim and he stole them?! Bastard! I'll kill him!" They both laughed as Tre stormed out of the room. Jess came in soon after in her bikini.
"Going swimming. You guys in?"
"Sure," Courtney said, only just finding her pink and black bikini in the bag. "I'll be
ready in a second."
"Can't we just go skinny dipping?" whined Billie. "It's so much easier then getting
changed."
"Well," smiled Jess. "If I can get Mike drunk enough tonight I'll consider a skinny
dipping trip."
"What does Mike being drunk have anything to do with it?" asked Courtney with a
stupid look on her face.
"Mike can't say no to anyone when he's drunk. And Mike's the friggin' father of the
group. If we can get him drunk and ask to go skinny dipping, he couldn't say no."
They all grinned at each other.
"Good point," said Billie. "Give me a minute to get changed."
"HURRY UP GUYS!" shouted Leah. "WE'RE NOT WAITING ANYMORE!"
"Oh shut the fuck up," snapped Courtney. "We're coming!" Everyone was waiting around the door for Courtney.
"Man," muttered Leah once Courtney was ready. "We're you wrestling a shark or
something?"
"I'm the Croc Hunter," smiled Courtney. Tre leaped on Jason and wrestled him on the floor.
"CRIKEY!" he shouted. "SHE'S A BIG ONE!"
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" yelled Jason, pushing Tre off him. "YOU ARE!"
"No you are," Tre grinned.
"You," Jason mumbled.
"You!"
"YOU!"
"NO! YOU!" Tre screamed.
"And you honestly thought Leah and Courtney were bad?" Mike said to Billie.
"I stand corrected," Billie mumbled, walking down to the beach.
"Nice waves," Mike said, looking at the blue wavy water.
"I reckon," smiled Hayley. "It's great!" Jess, who was a bit of a beach girl, dropped everything and ran into the water.
"Come on guys," she laughed. "It's great in here!" Leah and Tre raced down, while Jason, Billie and Mike were worried about sharks and other dangerous animals.
"I watched a documentary on Australia," said Mike. "It's a dangerous mother fucker." The girls were already catching waves while Tre was fixing his hair with the water.
"It's all flat," he complained. "I like my hair to be spiked up." Billie was frozen once he was in the water.
"It's so cold," he said, with chattering teeth.
"Don't be a girl," snapped Mike, tackling him down and wetting him completely.
"MIKE! I'M F-F-FREEZING!"
"Look at that wave coming in," Jess said to Tre, pointing out a large wave coming in.
"It's pretty big," Tre said. "I'm not much good with the whole big waves thing."
"I am," she smiled. "HEY!" she called out to a guy with a surf board.
"What's up, babe?" the guy smiled. Tre growled.
"May I please borrow your board, please?" She pouted and used her charm on him.
"Sure, babe. Only if I get something in return." She reached up and kissed his cheek, got on the board and paddled out to a good spot.
"What the fuck is your deranged girlfriend doing?" asked Jason.
"Surfing, I guess. Duh, Jase, wouldn't the surfboard make it obvious?" Everyone watched Jess jump up swiftly and surf all the way into shore.
"I wanna do that!" shouted Tre. "Lemme on! Lemme on it!"
"I can't Tre, it's not mine. Tonight I promise. Once we get Mike...uh..." She looked around and whispered, "Loaded."
Later That Night...
"Another beer, Mike?" asked Jason, leaning down offering him a beautiful cold beer.
"Certainly," said Mike, who was already slightly drunk.
"Would you like to drink it through a straw?" asked Tre, handing him a curly straw.
Mike happily stuck it in his drink.
"Explain to me again why you're getting him drunk?" Leah said, pinning Tre to the
wall.
"Well," grinned Tre, "If we get him drunk, we can manipulate him to do anything...
Leah...darling."
"Uh huh, so I have to deal with a drunken boyfriend all night, just so you can do
whatever you want to him."
"Um, Lee, if I didn't get him drunk and do whatever I want to him, you'd just keep him sober and get him to do whatever he wants to you."
"Good point," Leah agreed. "Go my pet. Make Mike seriously disoriented." Tre went away again, Billie stood next to him and shook her.
"The force is strong in that one," she grinned. Billie laughed.
"I take it 'Operation Get Mike Drunk' is in full working order, huh?"
"Operation Get Mike Drunk? They could be a little more creative, couldn't they?"
"No, it's Tre and Jason we're talking about here."
"LEAH!" shouted Mike. "Lee Lee, my baby doll. Come here." Leah shrugged at Billie and walked over to Mike, he pulled her onto his lap. Courtney, Jess and Hayley were watching from they're position on the other couch.
"BILLIE!" Courtney shouted. "Billie Joe, my baby doll. Come here," she laughed.
Billie dropped onto the floor, near her legs, and enjoyed being petted by her.
"Little Leah, I love you," Mike slurred, "And you're my little Angel. Aren't you?"
"Uh... Yes, Mike," Leah said. Tre was grinning like a little prat.
"Who's up for some music?"
"I," said Hayley.
"Yeah. Surely there's some CD's layin' around here," Jess said, standing up and looking around.
"They're in the second shelf, Jessie," Courtney said, pointing over to the dusty
bookshelf.
"What do you want to listen to?" she asked. "We don't really have much choice here."
"Well, what have we got?" asked Billie.
"Oh! I found what we're listening to," Jess declared. "We're listening to My Chemical Romance! It's decided. Majority rules."
"And who else voted?" asked Leah.
"I did, and I count for ten people, so I win," she grinned. "'Cause there's only seven of you."
"What?" snapped Tre, "Are you suddenly pregnant with five sets of twins and you're voting for them too?"
"Yep, congratulations, honey, we're havin' five twins!"
"Wow, that must be a lot of sperm," Mike said. Hayley laughed.
"Yeah, Mike. That is a lot of sperm."
The music started. "Enough about sperm," Jess said. Just chill out, and Mike, you just keep drinking."
"Whatever you say, Jess," grinned Mike. When Helena started playing, Mike was wasted enough to jump up and dance around like a ballerina.
"Oh God," mumbled Leah. "Hayles, don't you think he's drunk enough."
"Mike," grinned Tre. "Do you like the beach?"
"I wuv the beach," Mike exclaimed, as he kept dancing. "And I wuv you, Tre."
"I wuv you too. Do you like nudity?"
"I fucking WUV nudity!"
"Whaddya say...we all go down to the beach butt naked then!"
"SURE!" Mike shouted, ripping his shirt off and running out the door, while trying to
hop out of his pants.
"Tre, you soo owe me," snapped Leah. Tre was already half naked and out the door, followed by Jason and Billie.
"Forget it," said Courtney. "They're only having fun."
"What does getting naked have to do with fun?!" asked Leah indignantly.
"Think about it," smiled Hayley, "You have the most fun when you're naked."
"Whatever," she mumbled, following them out the door.
"WOO! STREAKERS!" Mike screamed, running butt naked down the beach into the
surprisingly lukewarm water. The boys were having the time of their lives, splashing and jumping around in the
water.
"It's like having a bath," chuckled Billie. "Except there's a possibility your dick could be bitten off by a shark." Jason didn't seem so keen on skinny dipping anymore.
"Yeah, it is like having a bath," agreed Tre. "But I don't often take baths with my best friends. And there's no bubbles."
"Well maybe we should," slurred Mike. "Bubble Baths and Best Friends. What more
couldcha ya want?"
"Um...sharks?" squeaked Jason. "Do sharks even like penis?"
"Yeah," shrugged Tre. "Sharks don't have dicks, so the lady sharks go crazy when
sexy men go skinny dipping."
"Especially if they're BIG penis'," added Billie.
"So you're safe, Jase," Tre teased.
The girls were sitting on the beach watching the men playing around, body surfing
and...uh...strangely enough, wrestling. "Whoever loses this round has to do Mike up the ass," joked Billie.
"Gladly," Tre laughed.
"Aw, Tre, I thought you were MY fuck buddy," Jason teased. "I feel so empty without you."
"Expressing true feelings, are we Mr White?" mocked Billie.
"No," Jason scoffed. "I'm kidding!" Even though Tre didn't mean to, he looked slightly hurt by the comeback. What the fuck?! He screamed in his head. I'm not gay! Especially not with Jason! Ew! My best friend!
"Ok," smiled Jess, jumping into the water, with her swimming stuff on. "I had to beg my ass off to get this surfboard, Tre. So you'd better be good at this." Tre learnt how to paddle, jump up on the board and keep balance all in half an hour.
Jess watched as Tre caught a wave, only to end up ass-over-tit.
"He's not very good with balance," Mike laughed.
"Hm, I agree," sighed Jess. "NO! TRE! DON'T FLAP YOUR ARMS AROUND!
YOU'RE NOT A CHICKEN!"
"Yes he is," snapped Jason. "Don't confuse the lad!"
"Please?" he asked innocently.
"Later," she smiled, wriggling out from underneath him.
"That always means no," he sulked.
"No it doesn't," Laughed Leah, "It means...I'm not in the mood at this current
moment but if you wait a little while I'll be fine."
"You're really not much fun, Leah Marie Prescott."
"Oh, so you're bringing full names into this one, are you now, Michael Ryan
Pritchard?" He threw a pillow at her. Leah pushed him down and held down his wrists. "For that, some punishment is in order."
"Hurt me," he whispered.
"Trust me, I won't even have to try."
"Oh sweet Jesus, look at the time," Courtney said, standing up and looking at her wrist and pretending there was a watch there. "I'd say it's time to tell Billie Joe to unpack my bags for me." Billie, who was spread out on the bed, relaxing, gave out a sarcastic chuckle.
"There is no way in Hell I'm doing that, Courtney."
"Really?" Courtney asked, glaring at him, "I'm sure I could make you do it."
"I'd like to see you try." Courtney wasn't expecting him to say that, she stared blankly for a while before throwing her teddy at him.
"Bitch," she muttered, flopping her bag on the bed and opening it.
"Hmph, sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me," Billie said coolly.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me," Tre said, coming into the room.
Courtney let out a small giggle and started placing things away. "What's up, Tre?"
"I was just wondering, if you've seen my...uh...personal magazines."
"Ask Jason," Courtney replied immediently, "No doubt he's probably used them."
"I had a whole series of Maxim and he stole them?! Bastard! I'll kill him!" They both laughed as Tre stormed out of the room. Jess came in soon after in her bikini.
"Going swimming. You guys in?"
"Sure," Courtney said, only just finding her pink and black bikini in the bag. "I'll be
ready in a second."
"Can't we just go skinny dipping?" whined Billie. "It's so much easier then getting
changed."
"Well," smiled Jess. "If I can get Mike drunk enough tonight I'll consider a skinny
dipping trip."
"What does Mike being drunk have anything to do with it?" asked Courtney with a
stupid look on her face.
"Mike can't say no to anyone when he's drunk. And Mike's the friggin' father of the
group. If we can get him drunk and ask to go skinny dipping, he couldn't say no."
They all grinned at each other.
"Good point," said Billie. "Give me a minute to get changed."
"HURRY UP GUYS!" shouted Leah. "WE'RE NOT WAITING ANYMORE!"
"Oh shut the fuck up," snapped Courtney. "We're coming!" Everyone was waiting around the door for Courtney.
"Man," muttered Leah once Courtney was ready. "We're you wrestling a shark or
something?"
"I'm the Croc Hunter," smiled Courtney. Tre leaped on Jason and wrestled him on the floor.
"CRIKEY!" he shouted. "SHE'S A BIG ONE!"
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" yelled Jason, pushing Tre off him. "YOU ARE!"
"No you are," Tre grinned.
"You," Jason mumbled.
"You!"
"YOU!"
"NO! YOU!" Tre screamed.
"And you honestly thought Leah and Courtney were bad?" Mike said to Billie.
"I stand corrected," Billie mumbled, walking down to the beach.
"Nice waves," Mike said, looking at the blue wavy water.
"I reckon," smiled Hayley. "It's great!" Jess, who was a bit of a beach girl, dropped everything and ran into the water.
"Come on guys," she laughed. "It's great in here!" Leah and Tre raced down, while Jason, Billie and Mike were worried about sharks and other dangerous animals.
"I watched a documentary on Australia," said Mike. "It's a dangerous mother fucker." The girls were already catching waves while Tre was fixing his hair with the water.
"It's all flat," he complained. "I like my hair to be spiked up." Billie was frozen once he was in the water.
"It's so cold," he said, with chattering teeth.
"Don't be a girl," snapped Mike, tackling him down and wetting him completely.
"MIKE! I'M F-F-FREEZING!"
"Look at that wave coming in," Jess said to Tre, pointing out a large wave coming in.
"It's pretty big," Tre said. "I'm not much good with the whole big waves thing."
"I am," she smiled. "HEY!" she called out to a guy with a surf board.
"What's up, babe?" the guy smiled. Tre growled.
"May I please borrow your board, please?" She pouted and used her charm on him.
"Sure, babe. Only if I get something in return." She reached up and kissed his cheek, got on the board and paddled out to a good spot.
"What the fuck is your deranged girlfriend doing?" asked Jason.
"Surfing, I guess. Duh, Jase, wouldn't the surfboard make it obvious?" Everyone watched Jess jump up swiftly and surf all the way into shore.
"I wanna do that!" shouted Tre. "Lemme on! Lemme on it!"
"I can't Tre, it's not mine. Tonight I promise. Once we get Mike...uh..." She looked around and whispered, "Loaded."
Later That Night...
"Another beer, Mike?" asked Jason, leaning down offering him a beautiful cold beer.
"Certainly," said Mike, who was already slightly drunk.
"Would you like to drink it through a straw?" asked Tre, handing him a curly straw.
Mike happily stuck it in his drink.
"Explain to me again why you're getting him drunk?" Leah said, pinning Tre to the
wall.
"Well," grinned Tre, "If we get him drunk, we can manipulate him to do anything...
Leah...darling."
"Uh huh, so I have to deal with a drunken boyfriend all night, just so you can do
whatever you want to him."
"Um, Lee, if I didn't get him drunk and do whatever I want to him, you'd just keep him sober and get him to do whatever he wants to you."
"Good point," Leah agreed. "Go my pet. Make Mike seriously disoriented." Tre went away again, Billie stood next to him and shook her.
"The force is strong in that one," she grinned. Billie laughed.
"I take it 'Operation Get Mike Drunk' is in full working order, huh?"
"Operation Get Mike Drunk? They could be a little more creative, couldn't they?"
"No, it's Tre and Jason we're talking about here."
"LEAH!" shouted Mike. "Lee Lee, my baby doll. Come here." Leah shrugged at Billie and walked over to Mike, he pulled her onto his lap. Courtney, Jess and Hayley were watching from they're position on the other couch.
"BILLIE!" Courtney shouted. "Billie Joe, my baby doll. Come here," she laughed.
Billie dropped onto the floor, near her legs, and enjoyed being petted by her.
"Little Leah, I love you," Mike slurred, "And you're my little Angel. Aren't you?"
"Uh... Yes, Mike," Leah said. Tre was grinning like a little prat.
"Who's up for some music?"
"I," said Hayley.
"Yeah. Surely there's some CD's layin' around here," Jess said, standing up and looking around.
"They're in the second shelf, Jessie," Courtney said, pointing over to the dusty
bookshelf.
"What do you want to listen to?" she asked. "We don't really have much choice here."
"Well, what have we got?" asked Billie.
"Oh! I found what we're listening to," Jess declared. "We're listening to My Chemical Romance! It's decided. Majority rules."
"And who else voted?" asked Leah.
"I did, and I count for ten people, so I win," she grinned. "'Cause there's only seven of you."
"What?" snapped Tre, "Are you suddenly pregnant with five sets of twins and you're voting for them too?"
"Yep, congratulations, honey, we're havin' five twins!"
"Wow, that must be a lot of sperm," Mike said. Hayley laughed.
"Yeah, Mike. That is a lot of sperm."
The music started. "Enough about sperm," Jess said. Just chill out, and Mike, you just keep drinking."
"Whatever you say, Jess," grinned Mike. When Helena started playing, Mike was wasted enough to jump up and dance around like a ballerina.
"Oh God," mumbled Leah. "Hayles, don't you think he's drunk enough."
"Mike," grinned Tre. "Do you like the beach?"
"I wuv the beach," Mike exclaimed, as he kept dancing. "And I wuv you, Tre."
"I wuv you too. Do you like nudity?"
"I fucking WUV nudity!"
"Whaddya say...we all go down to the beach butt naked then!"
"SURE!" Mike shouted, ripping his shirt off and running out the door, while trying to
hop out of his pants.
"Tre, you soo owe me," snapped Leah. Tre was already half naked and out the door, followed by Jason and Billie.
"Forget it," said Courtney. "They're only having fun."
"What does getting naked have to do with fun?!" asked Leah indignantly.
"Think about it," smiled Hayley, "You have the most fun when you're naked."
"Whatever," she mumbled, following them out the door.
"WOO! STREAKERS!" Mike screamed, running butt naked down the beach into the
surprisingly lukewarm water. The boys were having the time of their lives, splashing and jumping around in the
water.
"It's like having a bath," chuckled Billie. "Except there's a possibility your dick could be bitten off by a shark." Jason didn't seem so keen on skinny dipping anymore.
"Yeah, it is like having a bath," agreed Tre. "But I don't often take baths with my best friends. And there's no bubbles."
"Well maybe we should," slurred Mike. "Bubble Baths and Best Friends. What more
couldcha ya want?"
"Um...sharks?" squeaked Jason. "Do sharks even like penis?"
"Yeah," shrugged Tre. "Sharks don't have dicks, so the lady sharks go crazy when
sexy men go skinny dipping."
"Especially if they're BIG penis'," added Billie.
"So you're safe, Jase," Tre teased.
The girls were sitting on the beach watching the men playing around, body surfing
and...uh...strangely enough, wrestling. "Whoever loses this round has to do Mike up the ass," joked Billie.
"Gladly," Tre laughed.
"Aw, Tre, I thought you were MY fuck buddy," Jason teased. "I feel so empty without you."
"Expressing true feelings, are we Mr White?" mocked Billie.
"No," Jason scoffed. "I'm kidding!" Even though Tre didn't mean to, he looked slightly hurt by the comeback. What the fuck?! He screamed in his head. I'm not gay! Especially not with Jason! Ew! My best friend!
"Ok," smiled Jess, jumping into the water, with her swimming stuff on. "I had to beg my ass off to get this surfboard, Tre. So you'd better be good at this." Tre learnt how to paddle, jump up on the board and keep balance all in half an hour.
Jess watched as Tre caught a wave, only to end up ass-over-tit.
"He's not very good with balance," Mike laughed.
"Hm, I agree," sighed Jess. "NO! TRE! DON'T FLAP YOUR ARMS AROUND!
YOU'RE NOT A CHICKEN!"
"Yes he is," snapped Jason. "Don't confuse the lad!"
