Book !, Chapter #
Ursela, Drake, and S.I.M.O.N. stood there staring at will as he came into the kitchen. Will glanced at them in confusion.
"What?" he asked, "Is this your first time seeing me or something?"
"No," said Ursela, "But at least put some semblance of an effort to be a little more careful when doing simple things, like perhaps, opening the door?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, " Will yawned, "I know, I know, Ursela, I'm trying to be a good boy for you."
"Oh for the love of-"
"Stop!" shouted a low and stern voice from the hallway. Joe came into the kitchen. "Just stop now before the argument goes any further."
"And entering the room is the commando king himself," mocked Will.
Joe slowly shook his head in disappointment. "Will..."
"What? Just stating fact."
Joe rolled his eyes. "Will, I'm getting real tired this."
Will sighed. "Tired of what, Joe?"
Will looked at him in disgust. "Excuse me? Not all of us are born to be o-natural leaders!"
"I understand that, but you ever so rarely take things seriously, especially the things that do need to be taken seriously."
"Ugh, I'll TRY," groaned Will, "But don't, and I mean DON'T expect anything out of me."
Joe pinched the top of his nose and sighed. "Alright, Will."
"And I also absolutely LOVE the fight is my fault and my fault only."
"Will, you know very well I didn't say that."
"Doesn't matter, you thought it! I bet all I have that you though it!"
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" screamed Cindy from the other room "OR ELSE I'LL COME IN THERE AND DO IT MYSELF!"
Francine, who was sitting next to Cindy, tilted her head. "Well, technically you wouldn't have to leave the room for that. We're close enough, right?"
Cindy raised her eyebrows at Francine, giving her a look of annoyance.
"I'm just saying. To me, that's more threatening then going in there."
Amber, sitting across from them on the couch, looked up from her book. "Well, just because she has the power, doesn't mean she has to use it."
Francine tucked back her hair. "I say use them while you still have them, especially in the normal world. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, well it's not often accepted."
"But you still have to-"
"NO NO NO," interrupted Cindy. "NO NO NO NO NO DON'T EVEN START!"
Amber and Francine stared at Cindy, then at each other, and shrugged.
"Thank you," said Cindy. Then she got up and went into the kitchen. When she walked in she headed straight for the fridge. S.I.M.O.N. greeted her there, but he was in the form of a tiny butterfly.
"Good to see you again, Cindy." said S.I.M.O.N., voice high pitched, fluttering around Cindy's head.
"Ditto," said Cindy, chuckling, "Even though we've seen each other before, like, twenty minutes ago."
"That's a good point," muttered S.I.M.O.N..
"Is everything okay, S.I.M.O.N. ?" blurted out Cindy.
S.I.M.O.N. paused. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you kind of stabbed Drake," said Cindy while grabbing a can of soda, "As his girlfriend, I don't appreciate that."
S.I.M.O.N. sighed. "I will be frank with you, I don't really know what that was."
And neither do I.