Adventure 2: Owen’s singing Talent (Which is currently non-existent)

“Where’s Owen? We want the Purple Pony story!” The mini-people whined, dancing around my feet. They were, sadly, only up to my waist at best. The story they were talking about was Owen’s inverted version of Thomas the Train engine, but somehow worked in a purple pony as the main point.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go get him.” I replied, silently begging them to stop their squeaks. I took the stairs two at a time, heading for my room, where I knew my friend would be. We always went to mine and Jackie’s room to hang.

Boom boom chik…

What the fuzz?

Boom boom chik…

There seemed to be a vibrating pounding resonating throughout the walls of the orphanage. It seemed to be coming from the end of the hall…

…where my door stood open a crack, strange light filtering into the corridor.

“Owen”? I called out, but he seemed to be oblivious to my voice, which was overpowered by the thumping music. I stepped over to the door and opened it, as it creaked ominously.

Owen was typically inside, but was doing something quite ODD, to say the least. I wasn’t even sure if it was Owen, or if it were some demonic spirit that had finally overtaken the previously mentioned sane part of his brain.

Owen had his back to me, swaying his hips to some princessy pop crap (namely Brittany Spears), and wearing a bra and underwear over his clothes. Using Jackie’s purple brush as a microphone, he lip-sang to the music as I stood in bewildered horror.

The said dancing freak turned around, the music still playing. The disco ball (where did he get that?) hanging from the ceiling reflected light off of his sparkly red lip gloss (once again- Jackie’s).

“WHAT THE FUDGE?” I yelled as the music ended. Owen opened his green eyes to see me frozen in sincere fear as the whole orphanage listened to me scream at him.

Owen looked distraught somewhat, being discovered while wearing make-up and woman’s lingerie.

“IS THAT MY BRA!?”

Owen looked down at the red lacy thing around his chest, which made up his non-existent boobs.

“Since when did you go to Victoria’s Secret without me?” He asked girlishly.

“WHAT THE HECK?!”

Mathias, while downstairs, looked over to Jackie, perplexed and truly confused.

“EEEEK!”

Owen jumped off the small balcony protruding from the building –one of the few, I might add. I ran to the railing, leaning over in time to see Owen’s brown head falling.

“WE’RE ON THE FOURTH FLOOR YOU MORON!” I shouted at him as he –strangely- disappeared from view.

A voice echoed off the building’s brick walls and reached my ears. “Idiot!” Owen had called back at me.

“ARG! IMBECILE!”

Mathias shouted up the stairs. “BLASTED FOOLS!”

~Two Days Later~

Owen entered the orphanage through the front door, completely unscathed from his two-day expedition, interrupting the orphans' dinner.

Everyone fell silent as he stomped the snow off his slippers, and hung up my bra –which I was going to burn later- on a hook.

He then walked up to my chair near the head of the table, pointing and laughing. “Haha! You listen to Brittany Spears!”

Jackie, sitting across from me, looked down at her mashed potatoes.

“Owen, you disappearing-Houdini-of-an-idiot-cross-dresser, that was Jackie’s!” I yelled as he ran up the stairs to get changed into some clean clothes.