Say what? I have FOUR PARENTS!?, chapter 7
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"Billie Joe! Mike! Tre! Adie!" Rob said, giving each of them a handshake. "Kids..." He stared at us like we were unwanted little amebas.
"Pleasure, Rob," Layla and I said sarcastically. He continued to stare at us and then turned back to Dad, Mike, and Tre.
"Well, you boys ready to get rollin'?" he asked.
"In a minute," Dad said. "Let me lay down some ground rules. Layla, you're in charge, Ami and Ramona, you're in charge if somethning happens to Layla, which is unlikely. Just make sure none of the younger ones get into any trouble or do anything stupid."
"Right, Dad," I said, nodding. "We'll make sure of it."
"Oh, I trust you. Ramona...I think she's a little too much like Tre for her own good..."
"HEY!" Ramona yelped. "I'm standing RIGHT HERE, you know!"
"I know. That's exactly why I said it now."
1 hour later...
"DAMMIT, I'M BORED!" Ramona whined.
"Ramon, shut. The. Hell. UP," I yelled for the fiftieth time.
"I agree," Layla groaned. "The only ones here that AREN'T bored are the squirts."
"At least Jake's not running with his birthday suit this time," Stella pointed out.
"Ennnnhhh..........," I moaned. Then it struck me. "I have a fucking BRILLIANT idea!"
15 minutes later...
"Sissy...," Jakob whined softly, tugging the back of my shirt. "What if Mommy 'n Daddy get mads?"
"I'll take the blame," Layla whispered back to him, her eyes not leaving the small window on the door to the recording studio.
"Ready?" I asked. Stella, Layla, Ramona, Jake, and Franki (my nickname for him) nodded. "3...2...1...OPEN!" Layla shoved the door open and Franki and Jake went in there rolling on the floor, pretending to be in a fight.
"NO!" Jake screamed. "SHE'S MINE!"
"NUH-UH!" Franki argued, yanking Jake's hair. "I ASKED HER FIRSTERS!"
"HEY!" Rob yelled, and Dad, Mike, and Tre stopped playing and singing. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDS DOING!? GET OUT!!" He grabbed Jake by his head and Franki by his.
"OW!" Jake thrashed, "PUT ME DOWN, YOU EGG-SUCKER!"
"PUT OUR LITTLE BROTHERS DOWN NOW!" me and Ramona yelled, running in, obviously not expecting Rob to blow up like that. I bit the hand that was holding Jake and snatched him from Rob, and Ramona did the same for Franki.
"YOU LITTLE BITCHES!" Rob bellowed, grabbing my shirt, and lifting me up. I quickly dropped Jake to the floor. He went running into Layla's arms, and Joey was clinging to her, terrified.
"WHAT THE FUCK, CAVALLO!?" Dad bellowed even louder than Rob had, punching him right in the face and hugging my shaking body close to his. I glanced up at Dad and the look on his face scared me almost as much as the look on Rob's. I started shaking even worse when Mom came and took me from him and and Mike and Tre grabbed his arms as Dad spat at Rob's feet. "YOU! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ANY OF MY CHILDREN AGAIN! OR MIKE'S, OR TRE'S!! DO YOU FUCKING HERE ME, YOU BASTARD!?"
"THEN GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" Rob screamed back, his face growing redder by the second.
"Know what?" Mike glared. "We're ALL out of here." He and Tre dragged Dad-who was still spitting insults out at Rob-out and the rest of us followed suit.
Back at the Armstrong residence...
"Listen guys, I really am sorry for exploding like that," Dad sighed. "It's just...seeing him hurt you guys like that...it pissed me off out of my mind."
"Dad, it's okay," I smiled softly, hugging him. I could feel him smile back against my neck as he returned the hug.
"Yeah, Daddy, it's obay," Jake, ever the innocent one in the family, grinned widely. I moved my arm up and let him into the hug, then Joey somehow squezzed in. I knew Dad's smile was growing by the second and so was mine.
"Pleasure, Rob," Layla and I said sarcastically. He continued to stare at us and then turned back to Dad, Mike, and Tre.
"Well, you boys ready to get rollin'?" he asked.
"In a minute," Dad said. "Let me lay down some ground rules. Layla, you're in charge, Ami and Ramona, you're in charge if somethning happens to Layla, which is unlikely. Just make sure none of the younger ones get into any trouble or do anything stupid."
"Right, Dad," I said, nodding. "We'll make sure of it."
"Oh, I trust you. Ramona...I think she's a little too much like Tre for her own good..."
"HEY!" Ramona yelped. "I'm standing RIGHT HERE, you know!"
"I know. That's exactly why I said it now."
1 hour later...
"DAMMIT, I'M BORED!" Ramona whined.
"Ramon, shut. The. Hell. UP," I yelled for the fiftieth time.
"I agree," Layla groaned. "The only ones here that AREN'T bored are the squirts."
"At least Jake's not running with his birthday suit this time," Stella pointed out.
"Ennnnhhh..........," I moaned. Then it struck me. "I have a fucking BRILLIANT idea!"
15 minutes later...
"Sissy...," Jakob whined softly, tugging the back of my shirt. "What if Mommy 'n Daddy get mads?"
"I'll take the blame," Layla whispered back to him, her eyes not leaving the small window on the door to the recording studio.
"Ready?" I asked. Stella, Layla, Ramona, Jake, and Franki (my nickname for him) nodded. "3...2...1...OPEN!" Layla shoved the door open and Franki and Jake went in there rolling on the floor, pretending to be in a fight.
"NO!" Jake screamed. "SHE'S MINE!"
"NUH-UH!" Franki argued, yanking Jake's hair. "I ASKED HER FIRSTERS!"
"HEY!" Rob yelled, and Dad, Mike, and Tre stopped playing and singing. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDS DOING!? GET OUT!!" He grabbed Jake by his head and Franki by his.
"OW!" Jake thrashed, "PUT ME DOWN, YOU EGG-SUCKER!"
"PUT OUR LITTLE BROTHERS DOWN NOW!" me and Ramona yelled, running in, obviously not expecting Rob to blow up like that. I bit the hand that was holding Jake and snatched him from Rob, and Ramona did the same for Franki.
"YOU LITTLE BITCHES!" Rob bellowed, grabbing my shirt, and lifting me up. I quickly dropped Jake to the floor. He went running into Layla's arms, and Joey was clinging to her, terrified.
"WHAT THE FUCK, CAVALLO!?" Dad bellowed even louder than Rob had, punching him right in the face and hugging my shaking body close to his. I glanced up at Dad and the look on his face scared me almost as much as the look on Rob's. I started shaking even worse when Mom came and took me from him and and Mike and Tre grabbed his arms as Dad spat at Rob's feet. "YOU! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ANY OF MY CHILDREN AGAIN! OR MIKE'S, OR TRE'S!! DO YOU FUCKING HERE ME, YOU BASTARD!?"
"THEN GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" Rob screamed back, his face growing redder by the second.
"Know what?" Mike glared. "We're ALL out of here." He and Tre dragged Dad-who was still spitting insults out at Rob-out and the rest of us followed suit.
Back at the Armstrong residence...
"Listen guys, I really am sorry for exploding like that," Dad sighed. "It's just...seeing him hurt you guys like that...it pissed me off out of my mind."
"Dad, it's okay," I smiled softly, hugging him. I could feel him smile back against my neck as he returned the hug.
"Yeah, Daddy, it's obay," Jake, ever the innocent one in the family, grinned widely. I moved my arm up and let him into the hug, then Joey somehow squezzed in. I knew Dad's smile was growing by the second and so was mine.
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