The Many Adventures of Chelsea and Meg

Chap 3

Surprisingly, the door turned with ease. This is because a guy as ‘benevolent’ as Jeremy could not be bothered with such trivial things as locks.

“What did I tell you, dumb as an ox” Chelsea said.

Meg agreed “What kind of idiot doesn’t lock his doors, I mean how stupid is that.”

The girls laughed as they looked around the room. It was a beautiful room, with gold covering everything. The sunlight streamed through the windows making everything shine. The most interesting thing about this room was that it contained only one single item. A magnificent gold piano.

“Wow!” Chelsea exclaimed

She ran over to the piano and started playing. All of a sudden a man burst into the room and looked at Chelsea, then at Meg, then back at Chelsea.
After he regained his composure from seeing such beautiful women, he bowed graciously and said

“How do you do, My name is Michael Gibbs.” He was dressed in a suit which seemed to be made of pure gold. The glint of the material made one almost have to squint when looking at it. Perched high atop his head was a wig of white, combed to one side, which in those days was called the Brianito hair style. Only the most fashionable men wore this style of hair. It was rumored to make an impression with any lady.

Michael eyed Chelsea, who was still sitting at the piano. He put his nose in the air and sniffed once or twice to signify an air of authority.

“Hmmmm,” he contemplated, stroking his chin.

He walked toward the piano and sat down next to Chelsea, almost pushing her off the bench. With this gesture, he began to rattle off a tune. His fingers flew so fast across the keys you could hardly see them. He stopped and raised his eyebrows (Both, thank goodness) challengingly to Chelsea.

“Nice song,” Chelsea commented off-handedly

Michael snorted at the word nice, when obviously she should have said magnificent, or extraordinary.

“Can you play?” he asked haughtily

“Yes” Chelsea answered, sniffing with the same air of authority. She took a deep breath and played a sad melody. she played this melancholy tune with such feeling she was sure she saw a tear in Michaels eye. When She stopped playing, the tear vanished. Mike cleared his throat and looked angry. He scooted farther over on the bench causing Chelsea to fall off. Then he started to play again. Chelsea, not to be out done, jumped up and got back on the bench, causing Michael to fall off. Michael got up and tried to push her off the bench but she was ready this time. She had hold of the piano with both of her hands. All this time Meg was observing this comical sight. Suddenly they both fell at the same time. Both stunned, they tried to shake off the dizziness that came with the hard fall. Then like magic, beautiful music started playing. the kind you hear when two people have just realized they are in love. Meg looked disgusted when little hearts started swirling around both Chelsi and Michael’s head.
“I’m disgusted” Meg interjected.
Chelsea and Michael paid no attention. they were too busy making out.
“Jeeze” Meg said “get a room.”
This remark made Chelsea realize there was someone else in the room besides Michael and since she was not that kind of girl, she hurriedly composed herself. Michael gave Meg a look of distain and snorted again with an air of authority.
That is really annoying, thought Meg.
Then she proceeded to ask Michael if his adenoids were infected.
This remark produced a rather snide comment from Michael about how dimples were really deformities of the muscle.

“Come on Chelsea.” Meg demanded “We have got to find Jeremy!”

“Jeremy?” Michael questioned

“Yes, “ Answered Chelsea” We are trying to overthrow him so we won’t have to wash his knickers anymore.”

Meg shook her head in disgust at Chelsea saying ‘knickers’ She absolutely hated Chelsi’s attempt at international flavor. Truth be told, Chelsea detested being American. She had a fondness for anything from another country which led her to say all sorts of things, like ‘foyay’ and ‘knickers’.

“Well I can see why you don’t want to wash Jeremy’s underwear,” Michael said consolingly, “but if you don’t wash them who will?”

“He can do his own laundry” Meg shouted.

“Yeah! see how he likes it” Chelsea agreed.

Michael shook his head at these silly girls “How can he wash his own clothes when that is women's work?”

“What?” Chelsea gasped

“you’ve got to be kidding me” Meg muttered under her breath.

“You know, like girls can’t work on carriages because that’s men's work.” Michael said knowingly.

Chelsea was very disappointed about this attitude. It wasn’t that She didn’t think she should wash her own clothes and she didn’t actually want to work on a carriage, but telling her that washing was only women's work while carriage repair was only men’s work was the wrong thing to say. Poor Michael, he had no idea what was coming.

Chelsea looked at Michael and said “I think we need to talk.”

“oh?” Michael said curiously.

“I think I need some space.” Chelsea told him.

Michael gasped.

"It's just not the right time for me to be in a serious relationship."

"no!" Michael interjected with his eyes bulging.

“It’s not you, it’s me.” She continued

“Ok, it’s you ... but don’t take it too hard ... I just can’t date an egocentric chauvinist pig.” Chelsea patted Michael’s hand and smiled sweetly up at him.

Michael snorted with an air of authority.

“Oh, and you should get those adenoids looked at.” she advised.

With this comment, Michael dashed out of the room sobbing. He ran so fast that his Brianito wig fell off leaving his head as bald as a cucumber.

Chelsea and Meg looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles. After their giggles subsided, they decided to go back to the octagonal room and try another door.