*Dragon of miracle - Yeah, I could just see that actually happening if it ever came to the point where Jessie and James were at the alter. But James getting away from Jessie's wrath is always epic.
*yhyiannis - Yeah, my plan is to do like one or two more fillers before the holy crap moments come and they should be coming for the rest of this season. But glad they amuse you. LMAO! I loved doing the Rick-Roll chapter! Well anyways, Jessie's father (well in this story) just has that face of a mobster and looks like he could indeed break James's legs...and looks like he would make idle threats like that. In my opinion for Rocketshipping, I support it...just not full blown. As in, I think that Jessie loves James...but I think that she would slice his head off after sex.
*Tadashi - It's only funny because I actually have Butch be called the other word. In the anime, you wish it would happen...but it would never happen. I like to play around with the Karma effect in this season. You will see what I mean later on in the season. Oh yes, you can just imagine who was the one in control during the intercourse James spoke of during high school. It would have been funnier if I had Butch butcher saying "Godzilla"...but then, that would be wrong in so many ways. I'm actually surprised people were shocked by that outcome between Jessie and James...but then again...Oh never mind.
*Rebeccag - Ah-ha, Kate is in the episode We're No Angels (it should be the episode between Misty's return to the Cerulean gym and the one at Oak's lab). I would watch that and you will see how much Kate...wanted to be with James and James almost...oh that's a spoiler! Nah, this story has had it's fair share of pregnancy shocks. Rather keep this one at James screwing around with another female and that's that. Glad you enjoyed. And just for the record, this week is more of an Ash x Misty chapter. I only had Brock speak in the preview because if I had Ash speak...it would have leaked too many spoilers for everyone.
*~Miracle~ - Ah-ha! More closet readers and/or new readers. Welcome to the flock my dear! I try not to skip weeks, but sometimes there are weeks where events will be beyond my control that I must skip. Or because of lack of reviews. But whatever. The random pairing of Butch x Morty. You gotta love the completely cracky-love
*no new characters today*
Ah, happy Sunday to you all. It feels so nice not having to get up for work today. That's why I request Sundays off. To post here...and do chores around the house, go to Japan Town, and watch FMA: Brotherhood...and of course post here!
Yes, that "wedding" chapter. How was that for a twist? Who the hell saw that ending coming? Come on, honestly! Well expect some WTF moments starting in about...oh two weeks give or take.
Well this one is gonna be one of those funny-fillerish, but still has shipping moments from our regular ships. It all takes place during the fun time in February...SUPER BOWL SUNDAY...ACK! And because it happened a few hours ago...
R.I.P. Steve McNair (QB for Tennessee Titans)
Chapter Thirty-Two
Narrator: SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! That is the greatest day for alcoholics, fat b
astards, and chronic gamblers. Although some people lose focus into what the Super Bowl really stands for. Most just watch it for the stupid new commercials that come out. And then there are the people who just watch the Half-Time show. Oh that reminds me! …Lord hear my prayer. Please let there be another wardrobe malfunction. You made me miss the Janet Jackson incident. I need a wardrobe malfunction moment! Amen.
Flint: (Gulps) Well…
Brock: Don’t do it Dad! She has that look in her eye!
Flint: Well, normally I don’t sign any contracts without having my lawyer look at it.
Brock: I don’t think we have a choice. I mean if we want to go through with it…
Flint: Okay. (Signs a piece of paper)
Lola: Great! You boys get to have your Super Bowl party here in the house without the other kids. (They sigh) BUT…that means you two are indebted to me! And I have the perfect thing for the two of you. Flint, we’re going to renew our wedding vows. (Flint groans) And Brock, you get to come with me when I go clothes shopping with your brothers and sisters! (Brock groans) I need someone to keep an eye on your brothers and sisters. (She walks away)
Flint: I feel like I just signed a deal with the devil!
Brock: Well the devil wears Prada, so we’re halfway there! (At Suzy’s apartment)
Suzy: Brock, don’t forget to turn off the lights when you’re done out here!
Brock: Yeah Marcus, big party! Tell the boys! It’s gonna be fun! Alright! Great, you can be in charge of the snacks! Just use your best judgment on how many bags you’re going to need. Okay! Bye! (Hangs up) What were you saying dear?
Suzy: What was that all about?
Brock: Planning a Super Bowl party!
Suzy: Not here I hope! From what I overheard, this place can’t support that many rowdy boys. Having you here is enough!
Brock: It’s actually going to be at my Dad’s!
Suzy: Sounds fun! What would you like for me to make everyone?
Brock: Suzy…How do I say this politely? You’re not invited!
Suzy: Run that by me again!
Brock: Men only! You understand…right honey?
Suzy: Sure do! (Smiles) And I hope you understand that… (Angrily) YOU’LL BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR A MONTH! (Later that night)
Brock: One month isn’t long at all. (Back cracks) Ow, my back! I’m falling apart and I’m only 20! (The next day at a store)
Marcus: Hmm…I wonder how many bags of chips Brock needs for this party. Let me think for a second. He has a bunch of hungry boys there! Plus Ash and Morrison are both hungry gluttons. Man, my budget can’t support them!
Jack: Hey, I know you!
Marcus: Huh? Oh hey you’re that guy! John, right?
Jack: It’s actually Jack.
Marcus: Oh that’s right! You’re the one working for Rhonda!
Jack: Yeah, that’s me!
Marcus: Funny! This is the first time we’re talking without the girls.
Jack: Yeah, the henchmen can finally talk. (Both laugh) So what are you here for?
Marcus: I’m just here buying a few things for the big game on Sunday.
Jack: You must be having some big party.
Marcus: Not me, it’s my friend Brock who’s throwing the festivities. I’m just helping him with this or being held hostage. I haven’t decided which theory to believe in.
Jack: (Sighs) It’s been so long since I’ve been to a party.
Marcus: Since it’s an all boys bash, why don’t you come along? I’m sure Brock won’t mind if I invite one more boy to the party.
Jack: You’re actually inviting me?
Marcus: Sure. It’ll be great. Remember, boys only!
Jack: You got it dude!
Marcus: Cool, I’ll write down the directions to the place!
Narrator: Because no one wants to see preparation crap…We’ll just skip right along to the big day. Super Bowl Sunday! Let’s go Dallas Cowboys! Beat those Patriots!
Brock: Let’s go down the check list! Do we have enough snacks?
Marcus: I bought as much as I could.
Brock: Are my mother and younger siblings out of the house?
Flint: They’re staying at your aunt’s house, except for Forrest. (Doorbell rings)
Brock: What the hell? The coverage isn’t even on yet. (He opens the door) Morrison, why am I not surprised?
Morrison: Where are the snacks?
Brock: The game doesn’t start for another six hours. What are you doing here?
Morrison: I came to be with my good buddies. Speaking of which, where’s my scumbag friend Ash?
Brock: He’s at work, he’ll be by later. (A little later at the police station)
Announcer on TV: The crowd is ecstatic here at the Super Bowl arena. People from all over have come to see how this will turn out. Will the Cowboys finally pull off their first Super Bowl victory since the 1990’s or will the New England Patriots stop them?
Cameron: Did I miss anything?
Joel: Nope. It’s just the pre-show, nothing special.
Spenser: Dear Lord, please let there be some sort of wardrobe malfunction!
Cameron: Fat chance. All of the performances after the Janet Jackson incident have all been men. This year is no exception!
Joel: And I doubt that we’ll see a wardrobe malfunction with the Jonas Brothers!
Spenser: The Jonas Brothers? (Groans) How disappointing!
Joel: (Shouting) Hey, are you two done with that paper work? (In another room)
Lunick: We’re working on it!
Ash: I can’t believe this crap! They expect us to do all the work while they sit on their asses and watch the pre-game coverage! That’s just like Joel to bark out orders!
Lunick: He is the boss! Well the sooner we finish, the sooner we can get out of here and watch the Super Bowl.
Ash: I say we sneak out and go straight to Brock’s party.
Lunick: Come on Ash. We can finish this paper work.
Ash: This is Elita’s job, not ours. It’s not our fault she’s out with the flu! Besides, there’s going to be all kinds of snacks at the party! Pork grinds, potato skins, pigs in a blanket…
Lunick: Pigs in a blanket? (He shoves paper in a file) Work’s done, we’re out of here!
Ash: Very good! (They leave out the back)
Lunick: This is so cool! You think we might even see a wardrobe malfunction?
Ash: Anything is possible…Except for that! If you missed that malfunction, you’ll never have another chance again. Glad my mom had Tivo at the time!
Lunick: You actually Tivo’d the Janet Jackson incident?
Ash: Sure did! But the next day, my mom found it and erased it. (Phone rings) Hey, that’s my phone. Must be the guys wondering where I am! Hello.
Misty: Hi Ash.
Ash: Misty, what’s going on?
Misty: Well I was wondering if you wanted me to come over to your place or do you want to meet me at the apartment.
Ash: For what?
Misty: For what? Our date! It’s our four-year anniversary!
Ash: …Of course it’s our…anniversary. What kind…of person would I be if I forgot such an important day…like today?
Misty: You’d be an inconsiderate jerk! But I’m glad you didn’t forget!
Ash: Right, right! I’ll pick you up in a little bit. See you…honey. He hangs up!
Lunick: Um, Happy Anniversary?
Ash: Damn it! I completely forgot about our anniversary!
Lunick: You need to get your priorities straight. That’s why I always carry my trusty Day Planner with me at all times. Don’t you have one?
Ash: Hmm… (Flashback to Last Christmas)
Oak: Merry Christmas Ash! (He opens the present)
Ash: A binder?
Oak: It’s a Day Planner!
Delia: You are kind of a scatter-brain honey. This can help you!
Ash: Gee…thanks Sam. (A little later in Ash’s room) Dang, I didn’t realize how wobbly this desk is. (Picks up the planner) Oh! Hey, that fixed it! (End of flashback) No, I don’t think I have a Day Planner.
Lunick: You really should get one.
Ash: I was so excited about Brock’s party that I completely forgot it was our anniversary!
Lunick: Tough break man! Well, I’ll tell you all about the party.
Ash: Ugh! If I don’t show up, I will never live it down. But I just can’t back out of the party!
Lunick: Ack! You’re still going? What kind of devoted boyfriend are you?
Ash: Maybe I can fake a romantic evening with Misty at Brock’s house.
Lunick: That’s just a pipe dream and you know it. There will be nothing romantic about being in a house with a bunch of loud idiots!
Ash: It can be! Quick Lunick, I want you to call Solana and tell her to come with us!
Lunick: And now you want me to drag Solana into this? Although it would give me some time to hang around her away from the office!
Ash: Maybe I can pull this off as a couple’s event if I’m lucky enough.
Lunick: Or it’ll go horribly wrong! …What?! I call it like I see it! (Back at Brock’s house)
Flint: Unbelievable! (Morrison belches) How are you able to eat this much?
Brock: I knew this was going to happen if I invited him. Didn’t you eat breakfast before you got here?
Morrison: Yeah. Why do you ask?
Brock: He’s even worse than Ash! Don’t worry! I’ve got a backup plan. Marcus, go to the store and buy some chips, crackers, and any other snack that we can cram down this pork-trap!
Marcus: Why me?
Brock: Because I’m the host and a good host doesn’t leave the party. Plus I might miss something important. Here’s a twenty dollar bill!
Marcus: Fine, just put a tape in the VCR and tape what I miss.
Brock: No problem. (Marcus walks out of the house) Do you know how to work the VCR?
Flint: Beats me! Your mother knows how to.
Brock: We should get Tivo one of these days!
Tracey: Hello, anybody home?
Brock: Come on in Tracey!
Tracey: Thanks. I didn’t see that many people parked, so I didn’t know if the party was canceled.
Morrison: Hey, do you two mind? I’m trying to watch the game!
Brock: The game’s not even on yet! Those are just clips from the season! Help yourself to the food if Morrison hasn’t claimed it already! (The door opens)
Marisa: We’re here!
Brock: What are you doing here?
Marisa: Tracey invited me.
Brock: I thought I made it perfectly clear, NO GIRLS.
Tracey: I guess I missed that little detail. Sorry about that!
Marisa: I decided to bring Grace too. (Brock slaps his forehead) She’s a big Patriots fan too!
Morrison: Alright! Two more Patriot fans! Just the way I like it!
Grace: How much money do you have riding on the game?
Marisa: Fifty dollars. My boss has no idea who he’s dealing with!
Brock: (Groans) Fine, you girls can stay here. But let me warn you that it might get a little rough around here with us manly, men around!
Flint: Manly men!
Brock: Manly men!
Marisa: Spare me!
Announcer on TV: You know it’s a damn shame that the Packers couldn’t be going up against the Patriots today. But after they lost 23-6 to the Cowboys, I can’t help but say that they’re a pack of sorry losers. (Marisa growls)
Marisa: (Shouting) How dare you say that you mother ****er! I ought to jump in the television set and cram that microphone down your throat and watch it come out the other end!
Brock: Where the hell did that come from?
Grace: It came from her. So un-lady like!
Random fan on TV: All I can tell you is that the Patriots are going DOWN! YEAH BOY! Cowboys, Number 1!
Grace: (Shouting) HEY MORON! The Patriots are gonna kick the Cowboys
ass!
Brock: You had to date a screamer!
Tracey: Oh come on Brock. She’s not that bad.
Brock: She better not break our television! (Drew walks in)
Drew: Hi you guys! What the hell are they doing here?
Marisa: Piss off!
Grace: Save it for someone who cares!
Brock: Tracey invited them so go easy.
Marisa: I’m not taking it easy on nobody.
Brock: (Whispering) And whatever you do, don’t insult the Patriots or the Packers! My television was just verbally assaulted.
Drew: No problem. I just assumed that this was going to be a day for just us guys.
Grace: Hey, could you tell that talking tampon over there to shut the hell up! (A little later outside of Misty’s apartment)
Solana: Lunick, remind me again why I’m in the back of this roach-coach of a car with you again?
Lunick: Because Ash screwed up!
Ash: Shut up Lunick and just stick with the plan so I don’t get in trouble. (Inside the apartment)
Misty: How do I look?
Winona: Very nice! I hope you enjoy your date.
Lanette: KICK THEIR
ASS NEW ENGLAND!
Winona: Meanwhile, I’m tending to Lanette and Steven yelling at the screen all night long. At least Wallace and Stephanie got their naps in before they hear all of this.
Misty: Good luck with that. (Knock on the door) Oh, that’s Ash.
Ash: Hey Misty.
Misty: Happy Anniversary! (She kisses him on the cheek) I got you a little something, but you can open it later.
Ash: Misty…that dress…Are you sure you want to wear that?
Misty: Ash, I spent good money on this dress and I saved it for a special occasion.
Ash: Suit yourself.
Misty: So let me in on the secret. Where are we going?
Ash: Oh…we’re going to a…couple’s event.
Misty: What are you talking about? (They walk outside) What are Lunick and Solana doing in your car?
Ash: Well, that’s the plan. We’re going to a…couple’s event…with them. Why not show off to our friends and relations of how much we really love each other.
Misty: This doesn’t seem right.
Ash: And afterwards, we’ll go back to my place and we’ll watch Terms of Endearment.
Misty: You’re bribing your own girlfriend with a movie?
Ash: And I’ll throw in a back and foot massage!
Misty: It’s a deal.
Ash: Super. (Back at Brock’s house)
Tracey: Hey, it’s starting! (The door opens)
Marcus: What’d I miss?
Riley: Nothing. Except we got a crotch-shot of Amy Winehouse when the cameraman caught her in the stands!
Marcus: WHAT?
Riley: Ha! Just kidding!
Marcus: I’m going to harm you.
Marisa: Sit down Marcus, nothing happened. It’s time for the game anyways.
Morrison: Did you get some more snacks?
Marcus: (Sighs) Here! But make it last because I’m not going out again. (He starts eating out of the bag) My God! What a glutton! (The door opens)
Jack: Am I late?
Marcus: Nope. The game is just about to start.
Jack: Good…Ooh, Boobies! (Marisa groans) Hi Boobies! (Tracey punches the back of his head)
Tracey: Get something straight tubby! If you’re to speak to MY girlfriend, you are to call her by her first name.
Jack: Yes sir!
Marisa: I love it when he takes control!
Jack: AH! I forgot! Um, Marcus, I know you said not to invite girls, but…
Rhonda: Hi party people! (Marisa growls)
Marcus: You are officially off my Christmas card list.
Jack: Sorry, she threatened me. She said I had to take her if I was going anywhere.
Rhonda: Oh it’s so good to see so many football fans! (Marisa growls harder)
Tracey: Now, don’t do anything too drastic.
Marisa: (Smiles) Rhonda, what do we owe the pleasure?
Rhonda: Well, Jack invited me to a Super Bowl party and Jack got invited by Marcus.
Marisa: Oh really! (Marcus nervously laughs) Well I guess we can call a temporary truce for the night. Just because I really don’t want to miss the Patriots winning!
Rhonda: Give me a break! The Cowboys are going to win! The Patriots are a bunch of losers and Tom Brady is the biggest one of them all. (Outside the house)
Ash: We’re here!
Misty: Brock’s house? You’re kidding right?
Ash: No. I promise you that this is a couple’s event. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must check if Brock has everything prepared for a magical evening. Let’s go Lunick! (They run out of the car)
Misty: Couples event my foot! This is just another one of Ash’s lousy attempts at having me join in his boy’s only festivities!
Solana: It’s a Super Bowl party isn’t it?
Misty: I had a feeling it was seeing as no one would ever throw a couple’s only event on the biggest football game of the year.
Solana: And you’re okay with it?
Misty: I’m not happy about it, but it doesn’t surprise me one bit. (In the house)
Marisa: We’ll just see whose team wins tonight you wh
ore!
Rhonda: Yeah, we’ll see you liberal tree hugging b
itch! (Ash and Lunick run into the house)
Ash: Hey you guys! I need your help!
Brock: What’d you do now?
Lunick: The love machine screwed up! Ooh, food!
Ash: It’s my anniversary tonight and I promised Misty a wonderful night with a bunch of couples. Okay, I think I can make this work. Marisa, Grace, and Rhonda are here! Brock, call Suzy and tell her…
Brock: Um…no can do! She’s not speaking to me today!
Marcus: In other words, Casanova here screwed up royally!
Ash: Okay then. Drew, call May and…
Drew: She’s at home taking care of Sara.
Ash: Oh man, if Misty finds out that this is not for real, she will never forgive me.
Drew: Couldn’t you try the truth? That you forgot about your anniversary because you were too busy thinking about football?
Ash: Did you tell May the truth about that one…
Drew: Shut the hell up!
Ash: Let’s see…I have Misty, Lunick has Solana…
Lunick: Woo-hoo! I’m not alone!
Solana: Don’t get too cocky!
Ash: …Tracey has Marisa, Jack has Rhonda, Brock can be with Grace, and Marcus is a lonely bachelor and had nothing better to do tonight. (Marcus sighs) I guess that leaves… (Morrison belches)
Grace: Excuse you!
Brock: Ash, the only two people we have left are Drew and Morrison.
Forrest: Hey! What about us?
Ash: Sorry Forrest, but you, Conway, Max, and Riley have to go in another room and watch the game. We don’t need any little kids at the party.
Riley: At least we remember our anniversaries! (They leave the room)
Ash: I know what we can do! Drew, we’re going to make you into a woman!
Drew: I am going to kill you!
Flint: Well if we put him in Lola’s wig, put him in a dress, and put some make-up on, he’d look like…
Ash: A very cheap wh
ore! But it’ll have to do!
Brock: And I have a coconut bra he could wear.
Flint: Come along and let’s make it work! (Flint and Drew leave the room)
Ash: Okay, a few things. One, let’s stick to the lie about it being a couple’s party. Grace, I would ask you to take off the hat. You are not Buckwild on Flavor of Love!
Grace: Shut up! I’m trying to watch the game!
Ash: Next, Rhonda and Marisa please stop the fighting. For one night!
Rhonda: I’ll stop anytime. She’s the one who started it!
Marisa: You snotty, little… (Ash clears his throat) Ah, go suck a lemon!
Ash: (Whispering) Here’s five bucks Tracey. If Marisa starts going crazy, you stick that tongue down her throat and don’t stop until you reach her breakfast! Okay everybody! I’m about to bring the girls in. Just behave yourselves and try to control your unpleasant noises. (Morrison farts)
Marisa: Can somebody open a friggin’ window? (Misty and Solana walk inside)
All: Hi ladies.
Misty: Hi…everybody. (Sniffs) What’s that smell?
Ash: Um, gas leak?
Marcus: Yeah, out of Morrison’s…Never mind! How are you ladies?
Solana: How cute! It’s a football party! I was right!
Brock: Oh Solana, how lovely it is to see you again. It must be fate that our paths have crossed yet again.
Marisa: You have a girlfriend you idiot!
Grace: I should have known he would do something like this. It’s just like our senior prom.
Misty: Well Ash, is this really a football party.
Ash: Well we all figured since we’re all here; why not watch the Super Bowl? All of us do love football. What about you?
Misty: Well…
Marisa: I love your dress Misty. If I’d a known it was a formal occasion, I would have worn a…special dress I bought.
Tracey: What dress?
Marisa: I’ll never tell!
Tracey: Don’t be pulling those mind games on me!
Marisa: (Seductively) What if I do? (They start making out)
Marcus: Hey, what about the game?
Marisa: What game? Oh yeah! (In another room)
Riley: This sucks. They get all of the snacks and the big screen television. Meanwhile, we’re stuck in this dinky room where the reception sucks and it smells like old farts.
Forrest: That’s my room you’re insulting!
Riley: Hey, where’s Conway?
Forrest: Knowing him, he’s probably getting in trouble. (Conway runs into the room) Well speak of the devil! Don’t tell me you got lost on your way to the bathroom!
Conway: You’ve got to see this! You’ve got to see that guy Drew!
Max: Drew? Oh, I’m all up in this! (In another room)
Drew: I can’t believe this crap!
Flint: Come on boy! You look pretty enough for one of my sons to date! (The door opens)
Conway: See, what did I tell you?
Forrest: Holy crap!
Riley: Is it wrong if I get a woody out of this?
Max: I’ve got to get a picture for May. She would love to see this!
Drew: Get out! (Camera flashes)
Forrest: Alright Max! (They run off)
Max: That was great! I can’t wait for my sister to see this!
Forrest: I have a better idea. We’ll wait until after they leave the room! (Back in the bedroom)
Flint: Come on Drew. That’s not lady like at all! Hmm…Maybe it would work better if you don’t speak at all. Just nod and smile at everything Morrison says and does.
Drew: Just put the bullet in my head.
Flint: Maybe during Half-Time! (Back in the living room)
Announcer on TV: And there he goes! Past the 30…
All: GO, GO, GO, GO, GO…
Announcer on TV: TOUCHDOWN PATRIOTS! (Cheering)
Marisa: Woo! That fifty bucks is as good as mine!
Rhonda: I wouldn’t say that! This is only the beginning of the game and you just watch and see! The Cowboys are going to kick butt!
Marisa: (Chuckles) I’m going to kick your butt if you don’t shut your mouth.
Tracey: Um, honey…Remember the agreement? (She glares at him) Oh boy!
Ash: Isn’t this fun Misty?
Misty: (Sarcastic) Swell.
Solana: It’s not that bad Misty. I didn’t know that pervert friend of yours can make a great pig-in-a-blanket.
Lunick: You said it! (Morrison takes the platter)
Morrison: I’ll take that!
Lunick: Hey, don’t be such a greedy pig!
Brock: Commercial break! (Ash gets up)
Ash: Enjoying yourself?
Misty: Is that a trick question? When I agreed to this so-called couple’s party, I would imagine that it wasn’t a football party horribly disguised. (Drew walks out)
Marcus: Whoa baby! Hey Morrison, your date is here!
Misty: Is that Drew?! Strike that! THAT is the most horrible disguise I’ve ever seen.
Drew: This is so embarrassing! (Glass breaks)
Brock: Oh crap! Hey Ash, fetch me another glass from the cabinet.
Jack: Sorry about that!
Rhonda: You are such a butterfingers! Haven’t you ever heard of plastic cups?
Brock: That was Marcus’s job!
Marcus: My job was to only buy snacks, not plastic cups!
Ash: Okay, another cup. Should be… (He opens the top door and hits Misty on the head) Whoops, sorry about that!
Brock: The game is back on! (Ash runs out of the room)
Misty: Ow, ow, ow, God damn it!
Marisa: Need some help Misty?
Misty: Thanks.
Marisa: Come on. I’ll take care of that little bump. (In the bathroom)
Misty: Unbelievable.
Marisa: There we go. Just sit there and hold the compress.
Misty: I’m surprised you’re helping me. I thought you would be stuck to the game.
Marisa: I take frequent breaks when watching football. Especially today with that stuck-up b
itch Rhonda here! I want to smack the makeup off that Lindsay Lohan wannabe face!
Misty: Nice. I’m just so irritated with Ash right now. He’d rather watch that stupid game than spend the anniversary with me. Now I don’t think I’m being selfish…
Marisa: No way in hell are you being selfish! And no one should ever be duped into thinking something as stupid as a couple’s event on the day of the Super Bowl.
Misty: Has Tracey ever done anything like that to you?
Marisa: No and that’s because he and I have an understanding. He understands that if he ever pulls anything stupid like that, I will push him off a cliff and make sure he never walks again. But I would just go along with this crap for tonight…But you give him so much crap about it afterwards. Milk it for all it’s worth!
Misty: Ugh! I hate football!
Marisa: Good! Keep that in mind and remind him every chance you get! Make him feel bad! Make him feel lower than dirt!
Misty: I just have to grin and bear with it! And…was that Drew out there in the…
Marisa: Yes, that’s Drew in the dress and the horrible looking make-up.
Misty: (Laughs) That is so pathetic! (Back in the living room)
Marisa: We’re back! (Screams) Cowboys are winning 10-7? When the hell did that happen?
Rhonda: When you were gone!
Marisa: I wasn’t asking you! Oh hey Drew! The jig is up and Misty knows it’s you. You can get out of that dress now!
Drew: Thank you! (He gets up)
Tracey: How long was that?
Marcus: That was a good 12 minutes. A new record!
Ash: He’s right Morrison. That’s the longest you’ve ever had a girl!
Misty: (Sarcastic) I wonder why?
Ash: Oh Misty, come sit next to me.
Misty: Okay. (Ash clears his throat)
Morrison: What do you want? Oh. Do you want some Misty?
Misty: No thanks. I wouldn’t want to interrupt during feeding time.
Ash: That’s a nasty bump. Are you alright?
Misty: (Angrily) What do you think? (Drew walks in)
Drew: This cannot be happening!
Solana: What’s the matter?
Drew: I can’t find my clothes!
Flint: You left them in my room.
Drew: I know. And I looked in there and I couldn’t find them.
Marcus: Which means you get a few more precious moments in that dress. Which also means… (He takes a picture) I can’t wait to show this one to… (He punches Marcus in the gut)
Marisa: BULLS-EYE!
Flint: Come on Drew Barrymore!
Drew: Don’t call me that! Just help me find my clothes. (They leave the room)
Announcer on TV: TOUCHDOWN PATRIOTS! (Cheering and screaming)
Misty: (Screams) MY HAIR!
Ash: Oh my God Misty, sorry about that! I guess I’ll learn next time not to cheer when I’m holding a can of coke! At least it only got your hair and not your dress. (She growls)
Marisa: I’ll help you out Misty.
Rhonda: Leaving so soon?
Marisa: Misty, normally I’d help you…But I just got to smack this b
itch up!
Solana: Come on Misty. I’ll help you wash that stuff out. (A little later in the bathroom)
Misty: Well, at least my hair doesn’t smell like that crap anymore. Thanks a lot Solana.
Solana: You are one hardcore girl to put up with so much of this crap.
Misty: Not anymore. (She walks out of the room and sits next to Ash on the couch)
Ash: You’re back. Your hair smells nice.
Misty: Ash, I want to go home.
Ash: Okay hon, during half-time.
Misty: No half-time. I want to go now!
Morrison: Oh man, I don’t feel so good.
Ash: Come on Misty. It’s just a couple of more minutes until the half-time show and then we have 30 minutes to spare. (Morrison groans)
Misty: I said NOW! (Morrison retches on Misty’s lap)
Morrison: Oh…My bad!
Tracey: Whoa!
Jack: Someone’s dead.
Marcus: What do you think of this little buddy? Little buddy? She’s gone! (In another room)
Forrest: Who’s performing the half-time show?
Conway: I think I heard it was the Jonas Brothers. (All groan)
Forrest: Great, another year of crap! (Marisa enters the room) Hey, what are you doing here?
Marisa: Mind if I crash here! Morrison just puked and I hate being anyplace where I have to see that.
Riley: Sure thing. It’s an honor to have you in this room.
Marisa: Flattery will get you no where Riley. My cousin Laura isn’t coming back to live with us and I’m not going to try and convince her to come back unless she wants to.
Riley: Nuts. How did you see through me?
Marisa: You’re a 17 year old boy, it’s not that hard.
Riley: Could you at least tell me how she’s doing?
Marisa: Oh, is that all? I think she sent me a picture a couple of weeks back. It’s in my purse. (Goes through her purse) Ah, here we go!
Riley: Let me see! Let me see! (Screams) WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!
Marisa: Oh, I think she said something about him being her new boyfriend. She works pretty fast, I have to give her that. (Riley sobs) Hey, are you okay?
Forrest: He never had a prayer. (Glass crashing) What was that sound?
Marisa: Boys, stay in the room! You don’t wanna go out there when Hurricane Misty is on the rampage! (Back in the living room)
Ash: Now take it easy Misty! That almost hit my head!
Misty: Oh no! I’m far passed the point of taking it easy! I could forgive you for taking me to a football game instead of a nice restaurant or someplace where we could be alone for our anniversary. But I’ve been through enough today. I have a big bump on my head, I’ve had coke thrown in my hair, and puke on my new dress! I have had it! HAD IT! I am through! (She walks out of the room)
Solana: Whoa! (Back in the other room)
Conway: You can’t be serious!
Marisa: Honest to God!
Forrest: You mean to say you were one of the lucky ones who got to see the infamous Jackson boob?
Marisa: On television, but I got to see it.
Forrest: I tried to see it on youtube, but my mom put up internet blockers all around.
Conway: Don’t bother. They’re just stilled photos. (Tracey and Marcus enter the room)
Forrest: Oh for Christ sake, we shouldn’t have that many people in here!
Marcus: I knew you went running!
Marisa: So what if I did? I’m staying in here.
Tracey: With Misty’s rage, we decided to go in a different room.
Marcus: She really let Ash have it!
Marisa: He deserved it. He forgot their anniversary and made her go to a football game party. Plus Morrison destroyed a pretty expensive dress! (She glares at Tracey)
Tracey: Don’t look at me! I wouldn’t do anything like that! Unlike Ash, I do fear for my own safety.
Marisa: Good to know.
Marcus: Hey, the half-time show is starting!
Announcer on TV: And here they are…THE JONAS BROTHERS! (All groan)
Marisa: Damn you Justin Timberlake! You ruined it for women performers! What the hell is this under your bed…A spare blanket? Whoa! These are Drew’s clothes! Well, that explains him still in your mother’s clothes…Forrest! (She opens the door) DREW! HERE’S YOUR CLOTHES! (She throws them down the hallway)
Marcus: Weren’t you going to find him?
Marisa: I ain’t going back out there! (Grace walks in)
Grace: Hey Marisa, I’ll be right back. I’m going to bring Misty home, but I’ll be back to drop you off.
Marisa: It’s okay Grace. (Back in the living room)
Brock: God damn it! It’s only half-time and you seemed to have ruined everything. Well I hope you’re proud of yourself!
Morrison: Hey, when it’s your time…
Brock: I’m not even talking to you!
Ash: Me neither you jerk!
Brock: I was talking to you Ash! If you hadn’t planned two things for the exact same time, most of these events would have been preventable. Do you have any idea what my mother is going to do to me when she finds some of her glasses are missing?
Jack: All Misty wanted was to spend the evening with you.
Rhonda: And you couldn’t have done that for her!
Solana: I honestly don’t know what Misty sees in you at all.
Lunick: Who knows if she’ll even forgive him for this night! (A little later back at the apartments)
Lanette: This is turning into a tight game.
Steven: You said it!
Wallace: What’s this paper?
Steven: Oh, that’s one of my sheets! You see Wallace, this is called a betting sheet! I put down something and…
Lanette: Great lesson to teach him! Wallace, just watch the game!
Wallace: Yes Aunt Lanette!
Winona: (Sighs) Thank God this is only once a year.
Lanette: Hey, we should make a yearly tradition out of the Super Bowl. Next year, we’ll watch it at my place.
Steven: Do you have one of those H.D. televisions?
Lanette: We might get one!
Steven: Sweet. (The door opens)
Winona: Misty, you’re back already?
Misty: I had a rough night.
Winona: That bad?
Misty: Very bad. I’m going in my room. If anyone calls, tell them I died. (Winona walks in the room)
Winona: So, do you want to talk about it?
Misty: Not really.
Winona: Come on. Nothing could be worse than dealing with Lanette and Steven yelling at the television set all afternoon. Not to mention Wallace learning what a betting sheet is.
Misty: Well…First Ash takes me to Brock’s house claiming that it was a couple’s event, but really it’s just a Super Bowl party. Then, he opens the cabinet door too fast hitting me on the head and all he does is go back to his precious game. Then he spills coke all over my hair! And finally, his stupid, fat, friend throws up on my new dress!
Winona: All of that happened? Okay, that’s just inconsiderate! (A little later back at Brock’s house)
Marisa: If there has ever been a God, now would be a great time to keep the Patriots in the lead 23-20. Amen!
Marcus: You really want that fifty bucks don’t you?
Marisa: Its fifty dollars!
Marcus: Right! What the hell was I thinking? (The door opens)
Brock: Hey, what are you guys doing in Forrest’s room?
Marisa: It’s a cuddle party. What does it look like to you?
Marcus: Little buddy hates the site of puke! (She hits him)
Brock: I was wondering if any of you guys seen Ash around. I’m getting worried because I haven’t seen him since he and Misty had that big fight.
Tracey: We haven’t seen him since he got chewed out.
Brock: Aren’t you guys coming back out?
Marisa: I just have three questions for you. Is there anybody left out there? Is puke-stain still there? And finally is that evil b
itch still out there?
Brock: The answer to all three questions is yes.
Marisa: Then I’m staying here! (Lunick enters the room)
Lunick: That little b
astard left!
Brock: You mean Ash?
Lunick: Yeah, I looked out the window and his car is gone.
Solana: Great. Now who’s going to take us home?
Brock: (Clears throat) I could always give you a lift!
Lunick: What about me?
Brock: Here’s ten bucks! Take a cab!
Lunick: You have a girlfriend Brock! (A little later outside Misty’s apartment)
Ash: (Yelling) Misty! Misty! (In her room)
Misty: What the hell? (The door opens)
Winona: Who’s the idiot yelling? (They look out the window) That idiot looks like Ash.
Misty: That is Ash. (Sighs) I should have known! (She runs out of the room)
Ash: Misty! (Yelling from another apartment)
Lanette: SHUT THE **** UP OR I’M CALLING THE COPS!
Ash: I am a cop! (The door opens)
Misty: Ash, get your stupid
ass in here! (He runs to her) You better have a good reason for coming here.
Ash: Misty…there’s a good reason why I came here. I came to apologize.
Misty: You do that…After all that happens tonight! You forget that tonight is our anniversary, you take me to a football game party when you know I hate football, hit me over the head with a cabinet door, pour a drink all over my head, and the dress that I spent a lot of money for a special occasion has a giant puke stain thanks to that fat glutton friend of yours. (She starts to cry) Damn it! I didn’t want to cry!
Ash: Please Misty! Don’t cry!
Misty: I’M CRYING OUT OF FRUSTRATION! Not ONCE did you care about me this evening! All you cared about was that stupid party and that stupid game!
Ash: Now hold on a second! Okay, I will admit that I did forget about our plans for the evening. I am a scatterbrain and you know that! But once I remembered, I dropped everything to make sure that the night would be great for you. Boy did that backfire!
Misty: If you wanted everything to be perfect, you wouldn’t have taken me to Brock’s house and we wouldn’t have been in this mess.
Ash: But you have to believe me on this one. I didn’t do all of these things intentionally or on purpose. I would never do that! But if you don’t think I care about you, why would I be here begging for your forgiveness?
Misty: So you could say to yourself that none of this was your fault? (Ash groans) Well I hope you enjoyed the rest of your game!
Ash: That’s the thing. I don’t know how it ended up because I left the party right after you left and that was still Half-Time!
Misty: Huh?
Ash: That’s the truth Misty. What I did was wrong and I know that a simple apology isn’t going to cut it with this sort of thing. After tonight, I don’t care who won the damn game.
Misty: Let me hear you say that again!
Ash: I don’t care who won the game?
Misty: Say it again God damn it!
Ash: I DON’T CARE WHO WON THE GAME! I ONLY CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR HAPPINESS!
Misty: (Smiles) Thank you. (He sighs)
Ash: I truly am sorry Misty. Are you still mad?
Misty: Am I still mad? Yes. Am I going to hold this against you? Until the day you die. Do I still love you?
Ash: Well?
Misty: (Sighs) …You know I still love you. (Ash smiles) Even though you screwed up royally tonight, I still love you. But do anything like that again and I will kill you.
Ash: Fair enough.
Misty: But let’s set down a few things. You are to owe me a dinner tomorrow, no sex for one month, and…
Ash: Yes, anything!
Misty: And tomorrow, you’re buying a day planner! (She kisses him) Idiot!
Ash: (Thinking) This is worth missing the rest of the game. I wonder who won. (Back at Brock’s house)
Brock: Thank you for coming! Thanks a lot!
Jack: We had a fun time!
Rhonda: Oh yes. Wonderful game too! Isn’t that right Marisa?
Marisa: Oh shut up! (Groans)
Marcus: I certainly didn’t see that last play coming.
Tracey: Well organized. I’m amazed Dallas was able to pull that during the final seconds.
Marisa: AND YOU TWO AREN’T HELPING ONE BIT! (Sighs) My fifty bucks!
Brock: Serves you right, damn gamblers! (Groans)
Marcus: So how much did you put on the game Brock?
Brock: $25 on the Patriots…Damn it.
Flint: Come on boy, we gotta clean this place up before your mother returns!
Brock: Okay! See you all later! (They walk out the door)
Marcus: What a night! We got a game and a show!
Marisa: I don’t want to talk about the game…EVER again. But boy Ash screwed up big time!
Tracey: Serves him right for forgetting his anniversary!
Marisa: Speaking of anniversaries…I know another anniversary that’s coming up really soon. In fact, it’s in two days! So what do you have planned?
Tracey: Like hell I’m telling you!
Marcus: You don’t know, do you?
Tracey: Shut up!
Marisa: (Giggles) It’s okay Tracey. Just take a lesson from Ash’s actions tonight. And if you screw up…I will take a lesson from Misty’s actions tonight. Except, I’ll throw something heavier than a glass cup!
Tracey: Heh-heh! Don’t worry honey, I got you covered!
~*Preview*~
Dawn: Pictures are worth a thousand words. Words can hurt more than you think. But try not to hurt the ones you love. Rumors, secrets, and lies in the next chapter. But what goes around comes back around. Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 33…See you next time.