Froggy Came to Visit

Authors Note- just a piece of silliness that wanted to be wrote!



"Guys, I quit," Justin sighed, tossing the basketball over his shoulder.

"Already?" Lance asked.

"What a wuss," Chris teased, jogging alongside Justin.

"Shut up old man," Justin replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I'm all sweaty and tired. That's all."

"Bet you really want a shower now, don't you?" Chris asked, his mischievous look shinning through.

Justin wore half a grin and he cautiously replied, "Yeah."

The others walked along behind them as they made their way to their hotel room. They had just got done playing a game of basketball on the hotel's private gym, and they were now on their way upstairs to their rooms.

"I'll race ya for it," Chris smiled, bouncing along beside Justin.

"No, Chris, I'm tired and all I want to do is take a shower-"

"Too late!" Chris exclaimed, then he took off for the stairs.

"Chris!" Justin whined. "Get back here!"

The others laughed as Justin sighed then took off after his friend.

"Dorks," J.C. laughed as they got in the elevator.

"Kids will be kids," Joey smiled.

The elevator doors closed and the guys calmly rode the elevator to the appropriate floor.

"Ha! I beat you!" Chris mocked; throwing himself on the door before Justin could reach it.

Justin was close behind but too tired to fight Chris for bathroom privileges. "Fine, whatever. We share a room, so if I smell it up because you wouldn't let me go first, I don't want to hear you complaining."

Chris's sparkle faded as he replied, "Hey, I'm just playin' with ya. Don't get all upset. Take a shower in J.C.'s bathroom."

"I'll ask, if they ever get here," Justin sighed. Chris went inside and immediately headed for the bathroom. As Justin followed him in, the elevator dinged, announcing the other's arrival in the hallway. Justin watched Chris walk by his bed, grab clothes out of his suitcase, and go in the bathroom and shut the door. Then Justin turned the other way to wait for the others to catch up.

"So I guess he beat you," Lance laughed as they filed in the hotel room.

"I let him win," Justin lied.

"Yeah, sure," Joey smiled. "And he let you lose."

Justin rolled his eyes and looked at J.C. "Can I take a shower in your room?" he asked.

"And clog my drain like last time? I don't think so!" J.C. replied, sitting on the couch.

"That wasn't me, that was hair boy!" Justin yelled, pointing to the bathroom.

"Was not!" Chris yelled back through the bathroom door.

"Children, let's not fight," Lance teased.

"J.C., come on, please? I'm gonna start smelling pretty ripe if I don't get a shower-"

Justin was interrupted by a scream that made them all jump. There was a loud thump in the bathroom, followed by the clang of the shower curtain rod falling.

"Chris? What the hell are you doing in there?" Joey yelled as they went to the bathroom door.

"Guys! Get in here and kill it! Help me!"

"What?" J.C. asked, growing concerned. 'What was it? A snake? A really big spider?'

"Guys! Help!"

The four looked at one another before Joey cautiously opened the bathroom door. They looked in the bathroom and found Chris huddled by the sink, clutching the shower curtain around his waist and shivering. His face was ghost white and he looked at the others with big, scared eyes.

"What happened to you?" Lance asked.

"Shut up and kill it!" Chris said, pointing to the bathroom.

"Kill what?" Joey asked, looking in the shower. He looked on the floor and didn't find anything. "There's nothing-" he started to turn back to the others and stopped when he saw a small green blob clinging to the white shower wall. He stared at the blob with concentration and realized it was a small frog.

Joey turned back to the others who were gathered around the pale, trembling Chris. "You retard!" Joey laughed. "It's a damn frog!"

"So kill it!" Chris replied, pulling up the shower curtain as it slid down his abdomen.

"I'm not going to kill a frog," Joey said. He reached in the shower and placed one hand in front of the frog and he used the other hand to gently nudge the frog, causing it to jump in his hand. He cupped it in his hand and approached the others slowly.

Chris backed up franticly, running into the wall. "Get it away from me!" he yelled, looking at the frog as if it was a Backstreet Boy. (Ha!)

"What is your problem?" Justin laughed, seeing the sheer panic in Chris's eyes. Joey stopped by Lance, who began petting the frog on the head.

"I just have this thing with frogs," Chris said. "It happened a long time ago." "Tell us," J.C. said, crossing his arms.

Chris watched the frog blink its small black eyes and started, "When I was eleven, we were living temporarily with some friends in the country. A lot of times it was really hot, so I snuck out to their barn and spent the night in there. They had some dogs and horses, so I felt pretty safe." Chris paused as if to get his thoughts back on track then continued. "One morning I after I woke up, I put my shirt and shoes on and went in the house to eat. I felt something in my shoe but waited until I got in the house to see what it was."

Th others tensed, sensing what was coming next. Lance leaned against the wall and Joey kept gently petting the frog on its tiny head. It blinked once, keeping its eerie gaze on Chris.

"When I took my shoe off, I found a frog. But it wasn't alive. I stepped on it and it's guts were all over the place. I freaked. Haven't touched a frog since."

"That's disgusting," Lance said.

The others agreed but couldn't keep from smiling. "So that's why this poor little amphibian scares you?" Joey asked.

"Every time I see a frog I can feel it's guts on my foot," Chris replied, subconsciously rubbing his foot on the carpet.

"Okay, enough of this little trip down memory lane," J.C. said, getting up. "We'll let you get a shower now."

"No! I'm not getting a shower in here now!" Chris replied, moving to the door.

"The frog is right here," Joey said, holding out the small, slick frog.

"Keep it away from me, I swear…"

"You really are scared of it too," Justin laughed. "Oh well, you loss. Now I can get a shower."

"Be my guest," Chris shot back. He went out the door, still clutching the white plastic shower curtain around his lower half. "I'm taking a shower in J.C.'s room."

"No you're not!" J.C. yelled. "Last time you did you clogged the drain and it overflowed and I had to pay a 500 dollar repair bill for this frog infested hotel and I am not doing that again, hey! Get back here when I'm yelling at you! Don't you dare set one of your nasty feet in my shower- Chris!"

Finnis!

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