"You alright?" Lindsey asked Mich, coming up behind the girl that was bent over the sink in the bathroom in the back of the bus. (that was a mouthful) She flinched when she heard a loud bang.
"That asshole, that -- BITCH!!" yelled Mich. "Ack!" (okay, so no one really says that, I just like the sound of it) "If only I had punched him instead of walking off like that. Maybe given him an 'accidental' vasectomy," she added with a flick of her wrists. (Thanx K) "Now they probably all think that he got me cryin in here. Says I got diseases. More like he has some. Male pattern UGLINESS and BASTARDITIS!"
"Well, if it means anything, everyone else thinks he was in the wrong, and I think I just oveheard Nick say that you were kind of nice."
"WHAT??" Mich demanded. "And we had such a good relationship going," Mich whined. "I yelled at him, he yelled back. He called me a bitch, I told him he had no brains. It was so perfect. Lindsey, what went wrong?" She pretended to cry. Suddenly, her head shot up. "I know, it was that bastard, Jeff. That's it, this means war." A strange smile crossed her lips.
"Oh, no," Lindsey said. "What exactly are you planning?"
"Nothing much. Just the usual. Insults at every turn, possible pranks. It's me," she added, as if it expained everything. "You never know what to expect." Lindsey shrugged and gave in. Mich walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face.
"Jeff would like to say something," Drew told her.
"It's okay, i already know he's dickless, and only insults women cause he knows he could never get one." She smiled sweetly in Jeff's direction.
"Actually, he was going to apologize," Nick told her, eyeing her suspiciously. He turned to Lindsey who just shook her head in a 'don't bother' gesture. He sat back in his seat to enjoy the ensuing battle. Lindsey sat back in her seat.
"Oh really? I bet he's had a lot of practice," she said, refering back to her previous comment.
"I take it this is where we get to see why Nick and Jeff have nicknamed her 'Mich the Bitch', huh?" Drew asked. Lindsey and Nick nodded in unison.
"Very funny," Jeff said, the anger in his voice returning.
"I thought so," Mich said, and sat down beside Drew. Justin had sat beside Jeff when Mich and Lindsey had left. "So, was it a genetic defect, or did one of your tricks cut it off when you abruptly stopped the performance?"
"Oh, I have the right equipment alright. Would you like to see?"
"No, thank you but I just had lunch and I wouldn't want to throw up because of the stump." She smiled again. Jeff tried to think of something to shove back at her but he could only come up with one thing.
"Were you born this big a bitch."
"Yes." That stopped him. "That was it? You just suck!"
"No, I believe that is your job," he shot back.
"No, I asked your boyfriend, he said you were the sucker." He glowered at her.
"Whore," he snarled.
"Again, we are moving into your territory. What are you trying to prove, that you've had more guys than me? Well I can solve that for you right now, cause I'm a virgin."
"Oh, so you're just a tease then are you?"
"Thank you for noticing," Mich said happily. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"
"Okay, you two. You can stop now, we're here," Nick told them. They got off the bus in front of a large hotel. Mich and Lindsey gasped as they looked upward to see the storeys practically disappear into the sky.
"Wow, you're staying here?" Lindsey asked. Nick nodded.
"You want to see the rooms?" Lindsey nodded excitedly. They quickly took the girls up to the rooms and showed them around. They spent a good half hour just checking out the similarities and differences between the guys' rooms. When they finally ended up in Drew's room, the phone rang.
"Yello," Drew said, picking up the phone. "Hey, April, babe. What you up to?" Drew smiled at the person's response. "Good, great, we'll be right down. Hey April, thanks for tellin us. 'Kay, bye." He hung up the phone. "April says the limo is ready." They guys all nodded and Nick took Lindsey's hand, guiding her back toward the door. They went down stairs to see a big black limo waiting outside for them. Mich sighed with disgust.
"Black limo's so over done," Mich said.
"And what would you choose? Hooker red or something?" Jeff asked sarcastically.
"No, but that was obviously your first choice," Mich shot back. "Actually, I was going to say more along the lines of silver, or something funky like yellow." She smiled, proud of herself.
"Oh ya, good choices," Jeff said childishly.
"Ya, and like you're real good with colour over there Mr three different shades of blue."
"What's wrong with the way that I dress?" Jeff demanded.
"Well, for one thing, that shirt is THE most ugliest thing I have ever seen, plus, it's something a four year old would wear. What's wrong, your mother still dress you. Two, your socks don't match, and those pants!! Blue cords? What the hell was this, I wanna make myself an easy target day, or totally fucked up wardrobe day? Either way, I missed the announcement." He scowled at her. Her point satisfactorily made, Mich stepped into the limo and left Jeff to try and desparatelly think of a come back.
