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Chapter 9

Chapter 9: A Night of Dispair


When it was time to drop Selena and Alison off at their house, Scott got out with them. Alison had gone straight in, but Scott and Selena had their own little plan. They proceeded to talk for 15 minutes making the people in the car suffer. Bob now sat with his brother, trying to pry out of him what their conversation was about.

“What was that all about?” Bob asked Scott as he walked into their room later that night.

“What?!” Scott snorted.

“Don’t act inocent with me,” Bob retorted. Scott proceeded to read his book ignoring his brother.

“So come on! Spill it,” Bob demanded. Scott lowered the book from his face and grinned. Then he threw the book on the bed and put his hands behind his head.

“I told her I had a good night and that I enjoyed the movie, well what I saw of it,” Scott said as he flashed his ”I’m so great” smile.

“What did she say?”

“She blurted out that she liked me and that she’s liked me ever since we came out with our first cd, you know our embarrassing country cd? Well anyway I told her I was so flattered to be admired by such a bueatiful teenager like her,” Scott informed his brother.

“And what’d she say?” Bob asked now more interested then before.

“She said thanks,” Scott replied. Bob looked at his brother in anticipation, waiting for him to finish. But he didn’t.

“That’s it?” Bob asked shocked, with a displeased face.

“Yeah....” Scott stated picking his book back up. Bob sighed in disappointment. A few silent moments passed when Scott asked Bob the question that had been bothering him ever since homeschooling ended.

“Bob, who do you like?” Scott blurted out. Bob pondered the question in his mind for a couple moments.

“To tell you the truth theres really no one I really like. Nope no one,” Bob smiled. Scott shot him the look because he knew there had to be someone he liked. And before this night ended he was going to get it out of his brother.

“Bob, do you actually think I am stupid enough to believe your lame excuse?” Scott questioned.

“Why yes, yes I do,” Bob joked. “But seriously there isn’t a girl I like. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some writing to do,” Bob commented as he rolled over and grabbed a black 1 subject notebook labled “Songs”. Scott burst out laughing. As his laughter proceeded he rolled over and landed on his back, on the side of his bed. He stopped laughing for a minute but then began again, laughing even harder this time.

“What?! What did I say?” Bob was very confused as to what his brother was dieing over. Both their thoughts were interrupted when Dave pushed the door open so hard it hit the wall and left a dent. He stood there dripping wet and in a towel. He was breathing very heavy and he had a death stare on his face.

“Okay....which one of you took my clothes?” he yelled, his face flaming red.

“Why does everyone in this house think I’m the prankster?” Scott screamed into the void.

“Gee think about that Scotty boy,” Bob laughed.

“Well if you didn’t do it.....who did?” Dave yelled his voice getting louder with each word. All of a sudden all three of them heard a loud yell from the other room proudly stating, “I DID!” Of course it was Clint. Dave took off for the other room, as he entered the room he shared with Clint his towel fell, which made Clint laugh even harder. Dave dashed to his dresser and tugged his boxers on. The whole time Clint was laughing so hard he thought he might explode.

“Clint, you are SO dead!” Dave threatened as he turned to his brother, who was still in hysterics. Although Clint’s laughter quickly turned to panic as his brother approached him with a plastic blow-up baseball bat they had recieved from a fan. Clint darted out the door with Dave hot on his heals. Scott and Bob not wanting to miss the the action raced downstairs after Clint and Dave. Clint sped past the front door with Dave and Bob following immediately after him. Scott had given up and decided to watch MTV. He heard the door open, figuring it was his Dad he said, “Hey Dad!”

“It’s me Scott,” Sarah replied as she walked into the room. Scott looked at her. She looked horrible, her eyes were bloodshot and her face was tear stained. She ran over to Scott and threw her self into his arms and began sobbing heavy sobs.



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