**Chapter 24; Who's Hungry?**
******CHAPTER 24; Who's Hungry?******
About another hour later, rehearsal was over, and everyone decided to go and get some lunch. “Where do you guys wanna go?” Sara asked as she walked towards the door. Everyone was quiet. “TGI FRIDAYS!” Laurie blurted out. “That’s cool with me,” Chris said, as he turned around to see what everyone else thought. “Yeah, that sounds good” Cori replied. “Aiight! Let’s go!” Jesse said as they walked out onto the sidwalk and walked towards the restaurant. “Wait!” Claudia screamed, hoping that one of the 10 could hear her. “Yeah?” Larissa said poking her head back inside the studio. “Do you guys mind if I tag along? I haven’t eaten lunch yet either,” she shouted. “Sure no problem!” Larissa replied as Claudia came and met the other 9 outside. “Okay, let’s go! My stomachs making weird noises!” Sara said as she pulled on Jesse’s arm. “Guys, I’m starting to feel a little sick,” Nikki said as she started to hold her stomach. “Nik, you ALWAYS feel sick!” I replied sarcastically. “Shut up!” she snapped. About 5 minutes later, we arrived and were seated at TGIF. “How many?” the waitress asked as she looked around and saw all of us standing in front of her and chuckled to herself. “10 please,” Claudia said politely. The waitress brought us to a big booth. Then I felt someone tap my shoulder. “Laurie?” I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around to see that it was my friend Kelly. “Kay?” I replied as I turned around to see that it was her. “HEY!!!” I screeched as I quickly got up and gave her a hug. “Who are you here with?” I asked curiously. “Umm..I’m here with a couple of my friends,” she replied as she looked over and saw that we were with the guys. “Hey guys!” she said smiling. “Hey Kel,” they said as they each gave her a hug. “Well, I gotta go, call me later ok?” she said as before she left. “Yeah sure! No problem! I’ll call you later! Bye babe!” I said as I gave her another hug, and I sat back down.
“What would you guys like to drink?” the waiter said as he got out his pen and pad and was ready to write them down. “I’ll have a Sprite please,” I said quietly, and he went down the line until he had all 11 of our orders. 10 long minutes later, he was coming to give us our drinks, when Chris stuck his foot out from underneath the table. “Here are you dri-,” the waiter said as he tripped over Chris’s extended leg, and fell flat on his face, spilling ALL of our drinks. All of the sudden, the whole restaurant seemed to gasp as he slowly got up, drenched in a mix of sprite, coca-cola and root beer.
