The Sticky

The majority of the shenanigans when down at either my house or Jessica's because our parents were seldomly home. There was one particular day where the 4 of us were sitting around at Jessica's and we were getting tired of beating each other up. I'm not sure if that's normal for girls to do... but I always got into physical battles with my friends. Not to hurt them it was just our thing. We were all standing in the kitchen (Jessica's bed room was right off of it) and I'm not sure really who started it, but the next thing I know we are all chasing each other around the kitchen with all the sweets you could imagine... we're talking honey, maple syrup, chocolate sauce, any and all super sticky sweet shit! This battle went on until we had all run out of amo, we look around and there was shit splattered all over everything. The once white walls had streaks and smudges of brown and honey gold. At this point we were covered head to toe, it must have been a warm day because I remember we all had shorts on. The reason why I remember this is because we were all cleaning up our mess before Jess's mom got home and the remnants of our food fight was starting to dry so I reached down and pulled my shorts from my leg to stop it from sticking - I screamed, it was like a leg wax I had pulled skin off my leg it was stuck so bad.

We do the best half assed job we could to clean up our mess and then argued about who was hopping in the shower first. Since all of us were in 7th grade and being bitches we could not come up with any agreement as to who was going first. Well, there was only one fair way to settle this... we all throw on a bathing suit and hop in the shower (for all you pervs out there... we were in 7th grade, you creep!). The shower was another battle royal, elbows flying, everyone of us fighting over shampoo, who got the most time in the direct stream of the water, etc. Jess and I were more laid back then Remi and Shannon, her and I just sat there and did our own thing while those two fought tooth and nail over the last of the conditioner. I believe Remi was the one victorious in this particular throw down. We all get out of the shower and by then Jess's mom was home and inspecting our handy work. She called us a bunch of assholes and told us we needed to clean it up. We all protested that we did in fact clean it up however everything in the kitchen was covered in a layer of sticky shit. We did another round of cleaning and Shannon and I headed home this is when I got the pleasure of listening to Shannon complain all the way home to the other side of town about the conditioner incident.

Needless to say Jess's house was sticky for a couple months after that.