My second story. Hope all of you like it.
If you review, I may fall in love with you! Please review, but I'm not going to make you . . .just wish that you do!
Alrighty, I own about . . . . . nothing of this story. Star Fox is all owned probably by a very rich and smart Japanese person.
And now for the show:
The light glimmered through the dark blue shades, yelling that daylight has arrived. The light showed the mess in the small room. The refrigerator was in the corner, the only noise audible in the small dorm room. Clothes littered the floor. Shirts, jeans, undershirts, and even boxers were spread across the ground. There was a ghastly smell of Everclear and Jack Daniels that swam around the enclosed space. Three beds were in the room, but only two were taken. The remaining one sat against the wall, blanket all neat and tidy; evidence of it not being used. A knock came to the door.
"Hey Fox! Are you in there?" The deep voice called from the hall. The knocking continued.
"Go away!" The fox, whose head was under the pillow yelled, with a groan.
"Fox James McCloud! Get your lazy ass out of bed, and open this door now!" The voice screamed. The dormant fox now jumped from his content bed.
"Shit, Bill get up!" Fox said, throwing a pillow at the sleeping husky.
"What the hell Fox?" He asked, still under the blankets.
"My fathers here!" Fox exclaimed, unwrapping himself from being tangled with his sheets.
"Son of a bitch. You're kidding right?" Bill yelled, jumping out of bed.
"Young man, open this door now!" His father pressed from the hall.
"Yeah, I wish I was." Fox said, looking at his distressed friend. "Just a minute!"
"We have to get rid of these. If we're caught we'll be kicked out!" Bill said, lifting up several bottles of liquor. From what Fox could see, they threw a pretty good party, looking at how many bottles were in the room. How much did I drink?" Fox thought, as he looked for a place to hide them.
Bill looked up. "We can hide 'em in the closet." Bill suggested, obviously panicking, but a bit of desperation in his voice.
"Our uniforms are in the closet!" Fox said, also panicking of what his father would do to him after he discovered the bottles. This is not a way to spend a hangover, Fox thought.
"I'm coming in!" His father yelled again.
"The ledge, outside!" Fox proclaimed
"Good idea." Bill said frantically. He hurriedly picked up the bottles and opened the window. They both set the evidence on the ledge, 6 floors above ground level.
"Ok!" Fox yelled for his father. He had an ear splitting headache from the night before. He could just name some of his bottles of choice: Captain Morgan, Bacardi Lemon, Bacardi Silver, Puckers sour apple. . . .
"Look at this mess! It looks like your room at home." James exclaimed, stepping into the messy room.
"Uh, hi dad. For what do we owe this pleasant visit?" Fox asked.
"Cut the shit out Fox. It's Monday not Sunday. That means . . " James said, looking at Fox and Bill.
"Uh, shittier food in the caf." Fox said, looking down.
"Nice Fox. Why weren't you in class this morning?" James pressed.
Fox glanced at the clock: 12:37
"Well, we decided Mondays are bad days for school." Fox answered and Bill nodded in agreement. The pain in Fox's head beamed, and he couldn't help but grab it a little.
"I see," James said as he walked around the room. He glanced at Bill, then returned to his son's side.
"Well, I suggest you two get to class. I'll see you in class." James said. As he walked past Fox, he smacked him hard upside his head, causing his head ache to get worse. As James reached the door, he turned.
"Oh, and after retrieving those liquor bottles from the ledge, go take a shower; the alcohol is leaking out of your bones." James said and turned to leave. He opened the door and walked into the hall, but turned around. Bill and Fox were perplexed.
"Oh, here ya go Fox." James said as he tossed a small bottle towards Fox. As Fox caught it, James smiled and walked away.
"What is it?" Bill asked, looking at Fox.
"How does he do it?" Fox asked as he looked at the small bottle of aspirin.
If you review, I may fall in love with you! Please review, but I'm not going to make you . . .just wish that you do!
Alrighty, I own about . . . . . nothing of this story. Star Fox is all owned probably by a very rich and smart Japanese person.
And now for the show:
The light glimmered through the dark blue shades, yelling that daylight has arrived. The light showed the mess in the small room. The refrigerator was in the corner, the only noise audible in the small dorm room. Clothes littered the floor. Shirts, jeans, undershirts, and even boxers were spread across the ground. There was a ghastly smell of Everclear and Jack Daniels that swam around the enclosed space. Three beds were in the room, but only two were taken. The remaining one sat against the wall, blanket all neat and tidy; evidence of it not being used. A knock came to the door.
"Hey Fox! Are you in there?" The deep voice called from the hall. The knocking continued.
"Go away!" The fox, whose head was under the pillow yelled, with a groan.
"Fox James McCloud! Get your lazy ass out of bed, and open this door now!" The voice screamed. The dormant fox now jumped from his content bed.
"Shit, Bill get up!" Fox said, throwing a pillow at the sleeping husky.
"What the hell Fox?" He asked, still under the blankets.
"My fathers here!" Fox exclaimed, unwrapping himself from being tangled with his sheets.
"Son of a bitch. You're kidding right?" Bill yelled, jumping out of bed.
"Young man, open this door now!" His father pressed from the hall.
"Yeah, I wish I was." Fox said, looking at his distressed friend. "Just a minute!"
"We have to get rid of these. If we're caught we'll be kicked out!" Bill said, lifting up several bottles of liquor. From what Fox could see, they threw a pretty good party, looking at how many bottles were in the room. How much did I drink?" Fox thought, as he looked for a place to hide them.
Bill looked up. "We can hide 'em in the closet." Bill suggested, obviously panicking, but a bit of desperation in his voice.
"Our uniforms are in the closet!" Fox said, also panicking of what his father would do to him after he discovered the bottles. This is not a way to spend a hangover, Fox thought.
"I'm coming in!" His father yelled again.
"The ledge, outside!" Fox proclaimed
"Good idea." Bill said frantically. He hurriedly picked up the bottles and opened the window. They both set the evidence on the ledge, 6 floors above ground level.
"Ok!" Fox yelled for his father. He had an ear splitting headache from the night before. He could just name some of his bottles of choice: Captain Morgan, Bacardi Lemon, Bacardi Silver, Puckers sour apple. . . .
"Look at this mess! It looks like your room at home." James exclaimed, stepping into the messy room.
"Uh, hi dad. For what do we owe this pleasant visit?" Fox asked.
"Cut the shit out Fox. It's Monday not Sunday. That means . . " James said, looking at Fox and Bill.
"Uh, shittier food in the caf." Fox said, looking down.
"Nice Fox. Why weren't you in class this morning?" James pressed.
Fox glanced at the clock: 12:37
"Well, we decided Mondays are bad days for school." Fox answered and Bill nodded in agreement. The pain in Fox's head beamed, and he couldn't help but grab it a little.
"I see," James said as he walked around the room. He glanced at Bill, then returned to his son's side.
"Well, I suggest you two get to class. I'll see you in class." James said. As he walked past Fox, he smacked him hard upside his head, causing his head ache to get worse. As James reached the door, he turned.
"Oh, and after retrieving those liquor bottles from the ledge, go take a shower; the alcohol is leaking out of your bones." James said and turned to leave. He opened the door and walked into the hall, but turned around. Bill and Fox were perplexed.
"Oh, here ya go Fox." James said as he tossed a small bottle towards Fox. As Fox caught it, James smiled and walked away.
"What is it?" Bill asked, looking at Fox.
"How does he do it?" Fox asked as he looked at the small bottle of aspirin.