H.A.I.O.E Ch. 9
Click to view"You have to understand the way I am, mein Herr.
A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein Herr.
You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein Herr.
So I do, what I do. When I'm through, then I'm through.
And I'm through, toodle oo"
Charlie looked down on the dog-piled men and laughed, quite loudly to her dismay, which made the boys look up, causing Charlie to fear for her life, which Bam noticed. As Charlie turned to run, she heard a war cry and made the fatal mistake of looking back, in time to see at least three seasoned, proud Jackasses come hurtling at her. The poor half-Asian did not stand a single chance in hell against the odds. The first thing that Charlie noticed after falling onto the carpeted floor, was that Ville apparently owned a pair of leopard print boxers, the next was that there was a lot of weight on her back, as well as the fact that she had Dico’s ass in her face.
“Get offa me!”
“Bam, your foot does not belong there!”
“Goddamn it Dunn! That is not a handhold!”
After a little bit of scrambling and a few muffled shouts, the four finally untangled themselves and stood up. Charlie stretched back, cracking her back in several places, when a pair of jeans, what appeared to be a green shirt with a heartagram spray painted onto it, and her shoes flew at her.
“Alright, chick-y, go get dressed, we need to get our asses up and out of her! Where’s Willa?”
Bam looked around for the green-eyed Finn. Charlie sighed, and put her clothing onto the bed, while beginning to pick up Ville’s things, although hesitating on the boxers.
“He’s in the shower, and I’m packing for him, because I’m the one who unpacked all of his junk.”
“Why’d you do that?”
The other two boys were wrestling in the background, and Charlie could hear the water turn of and what sounded like Ville starting his normal routine. She looked at Bam and gave him a ‘look’.
“What?!”
“Hangover, nidiot. I drank a lot last night, remember?”
“Oh yeah, man, you were toasted! Oi, dip-shits! Close the door huh?”
The other two stopped long enough for Dunn to close the door, and the two continued to wrestle as Charlie closed up the rest of the suitcases. She started to take of her shirt when Dico wolf-whistled.
“Ow! Hot-stuff!”
Of course, the boys being themselves, started to cat-call along, as Charlie dressed, not at all minding to the fact, as she had grown up with them, and that neither Novak, nor Ville were watching. Of course, the cat-calling stopped when the jeans had been replaced, and that she had taken her shirt off. Bam got up and looked into Charlie’s eyes.
“What the hell is this?”
Bam poked at her stomach, where a scar ran the length from just below her bra-line, down to the top of her bellybutton. Charlie batted his hand away and pulled her shirt down. She turned away and began to put her shoes back on, not meeting the sapphire gaze of her life-long friend.
“Just a scar from a motorcycle accident, nothing more.”
Some warm air hit their bare arms as the bathroom door opened, and an oblivious Finn popped out of the bathroom.
“Hei? Are we all alright here, why are we all staring?”
Charlie was about to say something when she blushed intensely, and turned away while the CkY boys all rolled their eyes. Dico slapped his forehead and Dunn casually looked away as Bam pointed to Ville’s crotch.
“X.Y.Z, dude, and you’ve seen a guy’s pant’s snake before, Charlie!”
Ville hastily tucked and zipped himself, while Charlie tried to get rid of her blush.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t give someone their privacy, fucker! When are we leaving anyways?”
Bam gestured to Dico, who stood up and saluted the Finn and half-Asian.
“Well, my good sir and madam, the lady’s luggage has already been put away in the car, and the plan has yet to leave for us, and our dearest, most wonderful singer.”
Charlie just sighed as Dico continued on in his ramblings, and pulled down her shirt. She really could give less than a fuck about whatever Bam had cooked up, all that she wanted was some food, and maybe a proper bath later. A tap on her shoulder made her turn around, just to look into a pair of beautiful emerald eyes, lined with black. A pair of strong arms encircled her, and she put her arms around the Finn, not entirely sure about the whole situation.
“It was a pleasure meeting you; we will see each other soon, yes?”
“U-uh, yeah, sure!”
Charlie was overwhelmed by the situation, but nonetheless hugged the rocker back, and received his number from him, which felt like an honor to her. After all, he was a celebrity and he just handed her his number like that! Charlie soon felt a little unsure though, because she had just realized, that she would be spending the next few hours in an enclosed space with three or more of friends that were not only wild, rambunctious, and loud, but also those who’ve not satisfied their lust for pranking on her in a few years.