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Plans and Schemes
1 ReviewsMichelle gets revenge for being left behind!
The morning sun filtering through the tiny window woke Michelle. She groaned and rolled over, only to smack heads with her brother. She grumbled a few obscenities before dragging herself out of the bed, slightly disgruntled with the fact that Izzy hadn’t even felt the head butt. One look at the clock told her that it was the ungodly hour of seven am. Michelle smiled bitterly. Some things never changed. She’d never been able to sleep a full night through since her father had left when she was 14. She remembered the days when she would stay up as late as she could, watching out the window and hoping to see his car. Even after she’d realized that he wasn’t coming back, she was never able to get more than a few hours of restless sleep a night. Resigning to the fact that no more sleep would find her, she decided to get ready for the day. She showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and an Aerosmith t - shirt before heading downstairs to make breakfast.
Michelle tiptoed through the living room, being careful not to wake Steven who was still dead to the world and lay sprawled across on the worn out couch. Once she was safely in the kitchen, she raided the cupboards and fridge in hopes of finding something edible. She came up with all she needed to make pancakes and got to work, making a mental note to go grocery shopping sometime in the very near future. She was just pouring the batter into the skillet when she heard someone shuffling into the kitchen. Michelle glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by a groaning mass of curls.
“Morning Slash.” She said cheerfully, laughing as he mumbled something back before sitting down and resting his head on the cool tabletop.
“Party a little too hard?” Michelle questioned, fighting a grin and trying to sympathize. OK, so she had been left behind last night, but it certainly wasn’t Slash’s fault. Or Duff or Steven’s for that matter. But Izzy and Axl? They would not be getting pleasant conversation and pancakes when they woke up, oh no. They would be greeted by clanging pots and whatever they could find to feed their own damn selves!
“Just a little. Hey, can I have some of those?” Slash responded, lifting his head and gesturing towards the pancakes. “I gotta be at work by nine and I don’t really feel like getting my own breakfast.” He added sheepishly.
“Of course! You didn’t think I made all of these for myself did you?” Michelle asked shocked. She was now piling what must have been the 30th pancake onto a serving plate. “These are for you, Duff and Steven.” She continued.
“None for Izzy and Axl?” Slash asked with a knowing grin.
“They should have thought about breakfast before making me their damn chauffer.” Michelle snapped, turning back to the stove as she heard Slash giggle.
Suddenly, they heard a loud yawn, followed buy a deafening smack and finally a pitiful yelp before Duff and Steven joined them in the kitchen, Steven rubbing his cheek and Duff grinning wickedly. Michelle raised an eyebrow and looked over to Slash who once again was giggling.
“OK. What did I miss? What the hell is so funny?” She asked impatiently.
Steven and Duff took their seats and Steven began to explain. “WELL, I was sleeping peacefully, minding my own business when the Jolly Green fuckin’ Giant over here,” he said, gesturing to Duff, “slapped me across the face.” He finished, pouting and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I’m not green! Or a giant! And I didn’t slap you, I woke you up forcefully.” Duff corrected, sticking his nose in the air.
“Actually dude, after a rough night sometimes you are green, and you are pretty tall, I mean 6’3”? Definitely not average.” Slash added thoughtfully.
“Thank you!” Steven cried, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side you fucker!” Duff cried in outrage, glaring at Slash.
Slash smiled peacefully. “ I agree with both of you. You didn’t slap Steven, you woke him forcefully, and Steven is right, you are like the Jolly Green Giant. And because I agree with both of you, I am neutral. Just like Switzerland.” He said, ending the argument.
Michelle rolled her eyes at the three of them who began bickering about whether being from Switzerland made you gay or not, and turned back to the pancakes. She finished loading the food onto the large serving plate and set it down in the center of the table. Immediately the three guys went silent as they stared at the plate in front of them. Michelle grabbed plates from the cupboard and set them out in front of them one by one. When she reached Duff, he grabbed her wrist gently and looked up at her, disbelief in his eyes.
“Are those for us? We get to eat pancakes?” He asked her, excitement written all over his face.
“Um, yeah? If you want them I mean I’m not going to force you to eat or anything.” Michelle replied feeling very confused.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when she was released and Duff, Steven, and Slash all dug in, sounding more like a pack of ravenous dogs than 3/5ths of a rock band. She had just taken a seat at the table and managed to pull a pancake onto her plate with out getting her hand gnawed off when Izzy and Axl appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“You made breakfast!?” Izzy cried, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pancakes!” Axl screamed, obviously overjoyed.
“Not for you.” Michelle snapped, glaring at the pair.
“What!? Why not! I’m your own flesh and blood and you’re just going to let me starve?” Izzy asked, attempting to guilt his way to a free breakfast.
“And, I might as well be flesh and blood! I mean I love you like you’re my sister! PLEASE!” Axl begged, his eyes growing wide and watery.
“Nope. Unless…” Michelle stated, getting a devilish idea.
“Oh no. What now? What the hell are you scheming about?” Izzy questioned, narrowing his eyes at his sister.
“It’s nothing big,” Michelle began innocently, “I just want to settle the score. I’m not giving you breakfast cause I had to stay home and be the chauffer last night, so next time I want you guys to be the chauffers.” She said.
“Alright, that seems fair.” Axl said, glancing over to Izzy who nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I’m not done. You’re going to dress up too.” Michelle added and to her delight both of them paled.
“Dress up as what?” Izzy inquired feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
“I’m not sure yet. Maybe chicks. Maybe Poison, although that’s really the same thing. Maybe I’ll make you drive around naked, who knows? The question is, are you willing to take the risk for some delicious pancakes or would you rather play it safe and eat the mystery meat at the back of the fridge?” She asked, smiling sweetly.
Izzy and Axl shared another desperate look before sitting down at the table and silently taking some pancakes for themselves.
Michelle grinned to herself, imagining all of the possibilities.
“Hey! Do we get a say?” Steven asked, snatching her away from her thoughts.
“About what?” She asked.
“What they dress up as! Can me and Duff and Slash help you decide?” Steven continued.
Michelle grinned wickedly. “Sure! I’m open to suggestions!” she said, only to be bombarded with all sorts of twisted ideas ranging from super heroes to strippers.
‘This is going to be one hell of a night’ she thought to herself as she watched Izzy and Axl grow even paler with each new suggestion.
**A/N: Okay, soo I'm not too sure what to dress our Indiana boys up as so if anyone has any suggestions, and I mean any at all, leave them for me in a review! Thanks! :)
Michelle tiptoed through the living room, being careful not to wake Steven who was still dead to the world and lay sprawled across on the worn out couch. Once she was safely in the kitchen, she raided the cupboards and fridge in hopes of finding something edible. She came up with all she needed to make pancakes and got to work, making a mental note to go grocery shopping sometime in the very near future. She was just pouring the batter into the skillet when she heard someone shuffling into the kitchen. Michelle glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by a groaning mass of curls.
“Morning Slash.” She said cheerfully, laughing as he mumbled something back before sitting down and resting his head on the cool tabletop.
“Party a little too hard?” Michelle questioned, fighting a grin and trying to sympathize. OK, so she had been left behind last night, but it certainly wasn’t Slash’s fault. Or Duff or Steven’s for that matter. But Izzy and Axl? They would not be getting pleasant conversation and pancakes when they woke up, oh no. They would be greeted by clanging pots and whatever they could find to feed their own damn selves!
“Just a little. Hey, can I have some of those?” Slash responded, lifting his head and gesturing towards the pancakes. “I gotta be at work by nine and I don’t really feel like getting my own breakfast.” He added sheepishly.
“Of course! You didn’t think I made all of these for myself did you?” Michelle asked shocked. She was now piling what must have been the 30th pancake onto a serving plate. “These are for you, Duff and Steven.” She continued.
“None for Izzy and Axl?” Slash asked with a knowing grin.
“They should have thought about breakfast before making me their damn chauffer.” Michelle snapped, turning back to the stove as she heard Slash giggle.
Suddenly, they heard a loud yawn, followed buy a deafening smack and finally a pitiful yelp before Duff and Steven joined them in the kitchen, Steven rubbing his cheek and Duff grinning wickedly. Michelle raised an eyebrow and looked over to Slash who once again was giggling.
“OK. What did I miss? What the hell is so funny?” She asked impatiently.
Steven and Duff took their seats and Steven began to explain. “WELL, I was sleeping peacefully, minding my own business when the Jolly Green fuckin’ Giant over here,” he said, gesturing to Duff, “slapped me across the face.” He finished, pouting and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I’m not green! Or a giant! And I didn’t slap you, I woke you up forcefully.” Duff corrected, sticking his nose in the air.
“Actually dude, after a rough night sometimes you are green, and you are pretty tall, I mean 6’3”? Definitely not average.” Slash added thoughtfully.
“Thank you!” Steven cried, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side you fucker!” Duff cried in outrage, glaring at Slash.
Slash smiled peacefully. “ I agree with both of you. You didn’t slap Steven, you woke him forcefully, and Steven is right, you are like the Jolly Green Giant. And because I agree with both of you, I am neutral. Just like Switzerland.” He said, ending the argument.
Michelle rolled her eyes at the three of them who began bickering about whether being from Switzerland made you gay or not, and turned back to the pancakes. She finished loading the food onto the large serving plate and set it down in the center of the table. Immediately the three guys went silent as they stared at the plate in front of them. Michelle grabbed plates from the cupboard and set them out in front of them one by one. When she reached Duff, he grabbed her wrist gently and looked up at her, disbelief in his eyes.
“Are those for us? We get to eat pancakes?” He asked her, excitement written all over his face.
“Um, yeah? If you want them I mean I’m not going to force you to eat or anything.” Michelle replied feeling very confused.
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when she was released and Duff, Steven, and Slash all dug in, sounding more like a pack of ravenous dogs than 3/5ths of a rock band. She had just taken a seat at the table and managed to pull a pancake onto her plate with out getting her hand gnawed off when Izzy and Axl appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“You made breakfast!?” Izzy cried, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pancakes!” Axl screamed, obviously overjoyed.
“Not for you.” Michelle snapped, glaring at the pair.
“What!? Why not! I’m your own flesh and blood and you’re just going to let me starve?” Izzy asked, attempting to guilt his way to a free breakfast.
“And, I might as well be flesh and blood! I mean I love you like you’re my sister! PLEASE!” Axl begged, his eyes growing wide and watery.
“Nope. Unless…” Michelle stated, getting a devilish idea.
“Oh no. What now? What the hell are you scheming about?” Izzy questioned, narrowing his eyes at his sister.
“It’s nothing big,” Michelle began innocently, “I just want to settle the score. I’m not giving you breakfast cause I had to stay home and be the chauffer last night, so next time I want you guys to be the chauffers.” She said.
“Alright, that seems fair.” Axl said, glancing over to Izzy who nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I’m not done. You’re going to dress up too.” Michelle added and to her delight both of them paled.
“Dress up as what?” Izzy inquired feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
“I’m not sure yet. Maybe chicks. Maybe Poison, although that’s really the same thing. Maybe I’ll make you drive around naked, who knows? The question is, are you willing to take the risk for some delicious pancakes or would you rather play it safe and eat the mystery meat at the back of the fridge?” She asked, smiling sweetly.
Izzy and Axl shared another desperate look before sitting down at the table and silently taking some pancakes for themselves.
Michelle grinned to herself, imagining all of the possibilities.
“Hey! Do we get a say?” Steven asked, snatching her away from her thoughts.
“About what?” She asked.
“What they dress up as! Can me and Duff and Slash help you decide?” Steven continued.
Michelle grinned wickedly. “Sure! I’m open to suggestions!” she said, only to be bombarded with all sorts of twisted ideas ranging from super heroes to strippers.
‘This is going to be one hell of a night’ she thought to herself as she watched Izzy and Axl grow even paler with each new suggestion.
**A/N: Okay, soo I'm not too sure what to dress our Indiana boys up as so if anyone has any suggestions, and I mean any at all, leave them for me in a review! Thanks! :)
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