Real World

By Neko/Bastet

The scene opens with Lance standing in the middle of the doorway starring into a strange room. The furniture was most likely from the disco aria. As he looks around he sees a basketball hoop ganging over the doorway he was standing in. He walked in to the living room and sat his stuff on the ugly green couch, which was next to one of the strangest chairs he had ever seen. The people of MTV really knew how to decorate. Surf boards and fishing nets where hanging on the wall.

The Living room branched into a small kitchen. Next to the kitchen was a steel stair well that wound its way up stairs. Lance peeked into one of the bedrooms that was on the first floor. It was a one-person bedroom, with a huge bed. It also had a splatter painting on the wall that was about to fall.

Then Lance herd the front door open and an Italian man stepped in. The Italian man looked around at the funny décor MTV had picked out with the same expression on his face as Lance had when he first saw it.

Joey: You’ve got to be kidding me?

Lance just laughed and walked back out into the living room to meet his new roommate. Joey dropped his bags and reached his hand out.

Joey: Hi. I’m Joey!

Lance: um…. I’m Lance

Just as the two of them shook hands the door flew open again. This time a strange looking man came hopping in. The new guy ran wildly around the room almost knocking them down. He wasn’t every tall, he was built more like a skate boarder. His braided hair flew wildly as he bounced around the room, like he was on a high you could only get from eating a hundred candy bars. He finally ran up stairs and for a moment it was quite.

Lance: Yikes!

Joey: Your telling me. What planet is that guy from?

Lance: Mars?

The two of them moved Lance’s stuff and sat down on the couch. They could hear their other roommate up stairs yelling something, like how this made him feel young again. It wasn’t long until the door opened again this time two guys walked in. They were much calmer that the other guy. One of them ran his hand though his brown hair, while the other was looking at the basketball hoop above his head.

Justin: Yo! Dat is somethin’ else.

Justin said pointing to the hoop. Joey just looked at them in awe. He had seen both of them before, but he didn’t know where. JC made his way around the room studying everything even Joey and Lance. While Justin found a basketball.

Justin: Timberlake for three. He scores!

Justin was in the middle of one of his famous moves when the other guy came flying down the stair. He tripped and landed on top of the now frightened teen.

Chris: Hello. I’m Chris.

Justin: Dude get off me!

Justin yelled trying to get out from under the older guy. Chris jumped up and turned in the direction of the others. Who where now starring at him. Justin got up and ran his hand though his curly blond hair; he adjusted his baby blue cover-up and walked away from Chris.

Chris: Look man I’m sorry but I haven’t felt this young since I started college.

JC: And what year was that?

Chris: Ha Ha very funny I’m not that old. Who are you any way?

JC: I’m JC and that’s Justin.

Lance: Now that we’re all here, let’s talk bedrooms.

Justin: Wait yo, I heard there was a chick come’n.

Joey: I heard that too, should we wait for her?

JC: She snoozes she loses.

Lance: So how many bedrooms are there?

Chris: There are three up stairs!

Lance: And one down here. Two room are going to have to have two people.

Joey: Well I’m not sharing. I need my privacy. The lady’s won’t agree to me having to share a room. Besides I sleep in the buff and I would hate to offend anyone or um excite anyone.

Just then the door opened, and a young blonde woman stepped in. She looked around the room in awe, finally bringing her eyes to rest on the 5 young men.

Sally: Hi, I’m Sally.

Joey: Wow you’re hot!

Lance: Hi, Sally have a seat we were just talking about rooms.

Sally smiled and took a seat next to Chris.

JC: I get my own room I need my sleep.

Chris: Someone can bunk with me!

Justin and Lance: NO!

Lance: You can have your own room or share with Sally. Justin and me can share a room.

Justin agreed to be share with Lance cause after all Lance is a lot more normal than Chris.

Chris: Will you share a room with me?

Sally: Sure, why not you seem to be very interesting.

Chris smiled and he and Sally head up stairs to pick out their room before any one else. Joey got the room down stairs and the rest of them went up stairs to unpack. Justin and Lance’s room had bunk beds.

Justin: I get da top bunk.

He said jumping up there and nearly falling off the other side. Lance opened a box and set some pictures on the nightstand.

Justin: Who’s dat?

Lance: My mother!

Justin: Oh mama’s boy.

Lance: I am not!

Justin: Sure what ever ya say.

Lance: What about you? You talk like some kind of hood rat.

Justin: What? Ya don’t know what ya talkin’ bout. I’m from the Tennessee ghetto.

Lance: You are not.

Justin: Whatever.

They could hear Chris playing records in his room across the hall. They hurried and unpacked. Then went to see what the others were doing. JC had fallen asleep before he even unpacked anything.

Sally: How old are you any way?

Chris: How old do you think I am?

Sally: You look about 20 something but act about 12.

Chris: I’m 29

Sally: Really, I hope I have that kind of energy at your age.

Soon Justin and Lance the passed Chris and Sally’s room he came out followed closely by Sally, who was laughing at something Chris had just said.

Chris: Hey! Man I am sorry I landed on you earlier.

Justin: It’s okay I’ll forgive ya if ya come play me in some b-ball.

Chris: What?

Justin: Ya know a little one on one?

Chris: Oh Okay let me stop this and I’ll be down.

Justin was so happy he ran Lance over on his way down. Joey had unpacked and was watching TV. So Lance sat down to watch it with him. Chris came down and Justin and him got right into a game.

Lance: It’s almost time to eat. What are we going to have?

Justin: Cereal

Chris: Tacos

Sally: Pizza

Lance just shook his head and got up and went into the kitchen. He got a cookbook out of the cabinet and opened it. Joey saw this so he got up and walked over to Lance.

Joey: Hey! Betty Crocker. Let me see that.

With one quick motion he flung the book out the window and almost hit a guy.

Lance: What did you do that for?

Joey: I’m Italian let me show you how, little man.

Joey grabbed some things out of the cabinet and threw them in a big pot.

Joey: It’s a Fatone family recipe.

Lance: Yeah whatever.

Sally leaned up against the counter to watch, she could tell this was going to be interesting. Joey mixed his concoction then the two of them sat down leaving Sally up by the counter watch everything that was going on in the house. Joey and Lance had began to argue over what to watch. Justin and Chris where so into their game that they weren’t play any attention to Joey who had Lance in a head lock trying to get the remote from him.

Lance: Get off me, You‘re hurting me.

Joey: We’re not watching that dumb show.

Lance: Yes we are.

Lance began to beat Joey in the head with the remote, which made it flip though the channels. Chris and Justin stopped to laugh at the two of them. Sally laughed, she saw this as the perfect chance and walked up and calmly took the remote away from both of them.

Joey: Hey, give that to me.

Lance: No, don’t

Sally: I want to see what’s on, you two look busy

Sally looked at the two tangled together on the couch, They quickly turned against Sally but as the moved to get the remote from her they both fell off the couch. Joey landed on top of Lance.

Lance: Get off I can’t breathe.

Joey: are you saying I’m fat?

Lance: Yes, now get off.

The others were in tears by this time from laughing so hard. Their laughing woke JC who was on his way down stairs. Halfway he stopped,

JC: Is something burning?

Joey: Dinner!

Both he and Lance took off for the smoke filled kitchen. But as they got there the pot exploded, sending hot sauce every where. Justin, Chris, and Sally all dived to the floor to avoid getting hit by flying sauce. However Joey, Lance and JC where covered. Chris got up and walked over to Joey, he wiped some sauce off the counter top and tasted it,

Chris: Not bad but I am not licking it off the ceiling.

They all looked at the curly haired boy that was rolling in laughter on the floor.

Justin: You guys crack me up.

Joey: I’ll crack you up in a minute.

Joey yelled grabbing a big hand full of sauce and throwing it a Justin.

Chris: Food Fight!

Lance: No wait I am not cleaning this mess up.

Lance didn’t want any more of a mess to be made so him grabbed a hold of Chris arms to prevent him from starting any thing.

Chris: get off me, your getting that stuff on my shirt.

JC: I say let the cook cleans it up.

Lance: Yeah them Italian’s sure know what they’re doing.

JC got a towel and wiped his face off then threw it at Joey.

Joey: Oh man, I didn’t think this would happen again.

JC picked up the phone.

JC: What do you want on your pizza?

Chris: Very thing!

Justin: Pepperoni!

Lance: Cheese!

Sally: Any thing!

JC: Joey?

Joey: (from the kitchen floor) I’m not hungry!

Joey cleaned up the mess and the others finally had dinner. Then after a few games of b-ball they all called it a night. But Joey slept the best the night.

Stay tuned there no telling what tomorrow will bring to these six.

The End