Post by CelticLass91 on Aug 8, 2010 22:40:33 GMT -5
Men vs. Bugs.... This was fun to write!
Damian walked out of the bathroom of his and Paul's hotel room, scratching his head. “Has anybody seen my comb?” He asked, looking to each of the lads who sat in various places around the room. George and Neal sat playing cards while Keith was sprawled out over one of the two beds; making Paul and Ryan share one.
“I haven’t seen it, Damo.” Neal said, looking up from the game. “Did you check the outside pocket of your duffle?” He frowned when George laid down his handful of cards winning that round.
Continuing to scratch his head, Damian went to check. Not finding it he turned and frowned at Keith.
“You took it didn’t you?” Damian demanded. “You have been eyeing that comb since I bought it two cities back!” He glared.
Keith looked up, innocence and mock hurt on his face. “I can not believe you would think I would stoop as low as to steal your brand new, amazingly wonderful, blue comb!” He looked at Damian with sad eyes.
Still suspicious, Damian walked back to the bathroom where he had an idea. Maybe Paul stole it? Perhaps it wasn’t Keith at all? He started rummaging through Paul’s bag where his hair gel and such was kept. He muttered under his breath when he saw his blue comb under Paul’s favorite hair gel. Damian grabbed it and stalked back to the room.
“I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT! You stole it Paul?” Damian yelled, waving the comb in Paul’s face.
“No Damian! You have to believe me! Ryan gave it to me yesterday in rehearsals….I just had to fix my hair.” Paul put his hands up protectively in front of his face. Some what believing him, Damian spun on Ryan.
“And what were you doing with my comb, Ryan?” Damian asked, darkly. Continuing to frown, he scratched the top of his head.
Ryan grinned evilly, looking at Keith over Damian‘s shoulder, “Keith gave it to me yesterday morning. I also needed to fix my Dark Destroyer hair for rehearsals.” Ryan laughed as Keith leapt of the bed, shoving past Damian to stand in front of Ryan.
“Why would you tell him that?! I didn’t want him-” Everyone stopped and turned to look at Damian who looked as if he had lost his mind. He stood standing in front of the TV, yelling while digging his fingers into his scalp.
“This bloody itching is driving me mad! It wont stop, I even used extra conditioner to help!” Damian shouted. George stood up from playing cards with the Neal, who continued sitting, frowning at the cards he held in his hands.
“Let me have a look, lad. Hold still” George proceeded to search Damian’s head. He chuckled. “Lad, you have little friends named, lice.” George watched as all but Damian and Neal, jumped up running for the bathroom mirror. Neal, horror written on his face stood up.
“RYAN! That comb you let me borrow yesterday during rehearsals? That wasn’t Damian, blue comb was it?” Neal asked, shouting above Keith’s whimpers in the bathroom upon finding his own little friends on his scalp.
“Um…..Maybe?” Ryan said, he heard Neal gasp and make his own way to the bathroom. “Sorry, Neal.” Neal frowned at Ryan, scratching his goatee.
“Its not your fault Ryan, It was HIS.” Neal pointed to Keith.
“Remind me NEVER to borrow a comb from somebody.” Paul said, scratching his head then turned to join Ryan, Paul, and Neal in glaring at Keith who was backing out of the bathroom slowly, hands outstretched.
“Now fellas…Stay calm….How was I supposed to know Damian had gotten LICE?” They continued to glare at him as Keith turned, opened the hotel room’s door and took off running down the corridor. Ryan, Paul, and Neal running close behind.
“Well lad, I’m going to head to the store and grab some lice shampoo and call Sharon and let her know what’s going on.” George said, grabbing his cell phone off the table and heading for the door.
“Okay, George, see you in a bit.” Damian told him while grabbing his laptop. Damian grinned widely once he was alone in the room. “My head may itch like mad but Keith getting lice is way better pay back then I could ever give him for stealing my awesome, blue comb!”
The End~
Damian walked out of the bathroom of his and Paul's hotel room, scratching his head. “Has anybody seen my comb?” He asked, looking to each of the lads who sat in various places around the room. George and Neal sat playing cards while Keith was sprawled out over one of the two beds; making Paul and Ryan share one.
“I haven’t seen it, Damo.” Neal said, looking up from the game. “Did you check the outside pocket of your duffle?” He frowned when George laid down his handful of cards winning that round.
Continuing to scratch his head, Damian went to check. Not finding it he turned and frowned at Keith.
“You took it didn’t you?” Damian demanded. “You have been eyeing that comb since I bought it two cities back!” He glared.
Keith looked up, innocence and mock hurt on his face. “I can not believe you would think I would stoop as low as to steal your brand new, amazingly wonderful, blue comb!” He looked at Damian with sad eyes.
Still suspicious, Damian walked back to the bathroom where he had an idea. Maybe Paul stole it? Perhaps it wasn’t Keith at all? He started rummaging through Paul’s bag where his hair gel and such was kept. He muttered under his breath when he saw his blue comb under Paul’s favorite hair gel. Damian grabbed it and stalked back to the room.
“I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT! You stole it Paul?” Damian yelled, waving the comb in Paul’s face.
“No Damian! You have to believe me! Ryan gave it to me yesterday in rehearsals….I just had to fix my hair.” Paul put his hands up protectively in front of his face. Some what believing him, Damian spun on Ryan.
“And what were you doing with my comb, Ryan?” Damian asked, darkly. Continuing to frown, he scratched the top of his head.
Ryan grinned evilly, looking at Keith over Damian‘s shoulder, “Keith gave it to me yesterday morning. I also needed to fix my Dark Destroyer hair for rehearsals.” Ryan laughed as Keith leapt of the bed, shoving past Damian to stand in front of Ryan.
“Why would you tell him that?! I didn’t want him-” Everyone stopped and turned to look at Damian who looked as if he had lost his mind. He stood standing in front of the TV, yelling while digging his fingers into his scalp.
“This bloody itching is driving me mad! It wont stop, I even used extra conditioner to help!” Damian shouted. George stood up from playing cards with the Neal, who continued sitting, frowning at the cards he held in his hands.
“Let me have a look, lad. Hold still” George proceeded to search Damian’s head. He chuckled. “Lad, you have little friends named, lice.” George watched as all but Damian and Neal, jumped up running for the bathroom mirror. Neal, horror written on his face stood up.
“RYAN! That comb you let me borrow yesterday during rehearsals? That wasn’t Damian, blue comb was it?” Neal asked, shouting above Keith’s whimpers in the bathroom upon finding his own little friends on his scalp.
“Um…..Maybe?” Ryan said, he heard Neal gasp and make his own way to the bathroom. “Sorry, Neal.” Neal frowned at Ryan, scratching his goatee.
“Its not your fault Ryan, It was HIS.” Neal pointed to Keith.
“Remind me NEVER to borrow a comb from somebody.” Paul said, scratching his head then turned to join Ryan, Paul, and Neal in glaring at Keith who was backing out of the bathroom slowly, hands outstretched.
“Now fellas…Stay calm….How was I supposed to know Damian had gotten LICE?” They continued to glare at him as Keith turned, opened the hotel room’s door and took off running down the corridor. Ryan, Paul, and Neal running close behind.
“Well lad, I’m going to head to the store and grab some lice shampoo and call Sharon and let her know what’s going on.” George said, grabbing his cell phone off the table and heading for the door.
“Okay, George, see you in a bit.” Damian told him while grabbing his laptop. Damian grinned widely once he was alone in the room. “My head may itch like mad but Keith getting lice is way better pay back then I could ever give him for stealing my awesome, blue comb!”
The End~