# anada "Sleepover" # 237 +### +### +#### +### # # # # # # # # # # by # # # ## # # # # # # 16 Phairgirl # .# ## # # .# # .# # .# dec *### * # * *### * *### * *### * 2000 .+#################################################################.net Goddamn, Crissy was so annoying. I wish she would just shut up so we could go to sleep. I'd been nodding off for the last goddamnknowshowlong but instead of letting me sleep, the dumb bitch keeps waking me up! Fuck, I'm tired and cranky and PLEASE LET ME GO TO SLEEP. Fantastic, she's worn herself out and it's time for us to go to bed. Finally. I am welcoming sleep with open arms and oh the sweet thoughts of it enveloping me and carrying away from this monstrosity of a sleepover and into the sweet bliss off dreamlan... CHRIST, I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYBODY SNORE SO LOUD IN MY LIFE. OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER SLEEP. That's okay, I'll sleep through it, I'm really fucking tired. Close eyes. Ignore the 90 decibels rattling my brain. I'm counting sheep, I'm envisioning peaceful pastures of posies, I'm half- meditating. My eyes pop open. I stare at the clock. 2:30... 4... 5:45... I will never stay over at Crissy's house again. [#####] Heidi's house is so creaky. Her dad is this big logger-looking guy and has two pornos in his top dresser drawer: "Debbie does Delta Airlines" and "For Your Thighs Only." There are dead animals stuffed and hung on so many walls. This isn't much different from my Grandma's house, really. I wake up from my sound sleep at 2am to the sound of crazy-sounding smoke alarms. But nobody else is waking up? Sure, the smoke alarms sound REALLY QUIET but SOMEONE ELSE MUST HEAR THEM, right? I get up and start walking around the house, trying to find the smoke alarm that is letting off that sickening WEEEA-WEEEA-WEEEA-WEEEA. This is scary. Heidi's house could be burning down! Where the fuck is that smoke alarm... and where is the smoke? Where is the fire? I cross back into the bedroom and the noise gets louder. Ohmygod... panic. It seems to be coming from over there by the closet. I tiptoe closer... the noise gets louder... but not from the closet. NEXT to the closet. I look down at the source of the awful wailing to see two guinea pigs doing god knows what and making that excruciating WEEEA-WEEEA-WEEEA noise while doing it. I grumble and go back to bed. [#####] I spend every weekend at Jen's house. Her family is rich, mine is poor. She is easily bored and irritated by the closeness of my family and much prefers her house, where we are free to do god knows what in the basement and to sneak out easily in the middle of the night. Plus, she has all of the New Kids On The Block dolls--with both outfits even. She lives with her dad now with the basement all to herself. Her uncle lives there too, he's in a wheelchair and missing a leg and stuff, but he's hilarious and awesome. She's got a couple of cats, Jezus and Acid. We go to sleep in that gigantic waterbed of hers. It's always turned up way too warm and makes me sweat to death unless I sleep hanging off of it somehow. This makes it kinda tricky for me to fall asleep... along with all that noise upstairs. I hear some moaning and banging around and my heart nearly stops. Is her uncle okay? There've been plenty of close calls before. I hear a lot of running around and voices. Am I going to be spending the night when her uncle passes on? Will Jen break down? Will I actually be forced to be a real friend for the first time in three years and see some real emotion? The noises subside. Who knows what went on up there, but apparently everything is fine now. Maybe someday, something will happen and Jen and I will have to be real people with each other. .+########################################################################## anada237 by Phairgirl (c) 2000 ###################################################################anada.net