I should totally not be working on new stories. At all but aha. I is.

So like. I dont know where this came from but I have a strange plot involved that wont go away.

also, I dont remember anything really...about the series so I have to re-watch it cause it's been a few years so if something is totally drastically wrong

slap me and I shall fix it. But I am making up randomness on my own to work for the story and because i know someone will flip

-a certian character's awakward behavior will be explained fully so don't panic.

anyway, dont own, please enjoy

~Laine.

"You know Westley I always knew you deserved better than-what was her name again?" I traced my fingertips over his gloved hand. My pirate smiled back at me.

"Come to think of it, I forget. Was it Tulip or pancake? Something pansy like that." My Dread Pirate Roberts took me in his arms and we. . .

RIIIIIIIIIING!

"Not again!"

I threw my pillow at my alarm clock. I always woke up right when me and Westley were about to consummate our love. One day I will have that dream completed. Also should probably get new book and movie. Both are tattered.

Oh shit I am late for work. Again! I quickly jumped out of bed, into my closet and changed in the fastest time ever that it should be an Olympic sport, so I can win the gold medal, make money with endorsements, make a movie and find the perfect man to be in the remake of the Princess bride and…I am still late for work.

Must not fantasize while standing stationary. Must learn to walk and dream. Crap! Again still standing.

I shook the thoughts out my head and managed to finally go down to the main floor of my home. My mother appeared livid as always in the kitchen. Pulling at her vibrant green hair.

"Have to go, late, very late. See you at lunch bye!" I ran passed her. Wait. Green hair? I backtracked.

"Your hair is green." Mother looked at me with narrowed eyes. I think she tried to send lasers through my body with her eyes.

" Your father think he's funny." She said in a low growl.

"Dad dyed your hair? What? A prank? He pranks now?" That was different. My dad, had a sense of humor that didn't involve death? Why didn't I get this memo?

"He is dead. I am going to kill him. No, first I am going to shave his head. Try to go Super-Saiyan 235 now!"

I blinked.

"I don't think his power is in his hair mom and I am pretty sure there is no 235 level."

"Oh trust me honey, he isn't going to be able to get to that level when I am through with him." My mom gave me her creepastic, "I am an evil genius and you will suffer vast amounts of torment," look. I was happy it was directed at me this time.

"I have to go! Late for work! Bye moms!'

I ran to my car and sped like hell to work. Speed racer eat your heart out. My baby made his car look like a box

I scored a very important internship at my favorite designers office. I did something that no one but grandparents did. I went o college. I think my mom dropped out and just managed to inherit the company my grandparemts started. My dad doesn't know what college is, lack of being Earthling. And my brother-annoying smart like mother-went to college for a week, made the professors cry at his intelligence and lack caring, quit and is now head of the family business. Appearance wise at least.

But me. Bra (hate that name) I wanted to go. I majored in fashion with a minor in business. I managed to get into my favorite designer's office and I love every minute of it! Well some aspects I could live without. I hate the coffee-

"B! There you are! Thank god for that! I need you to deposit this check, get my dry cleaning. V needs you pick of some dresses from Louis. The editor from The Paris Vogue is here! Go, shoo! You have two hours to get this all done!"

My lovely boss shoved me once again towards the door

"Where is your dry cleaning?"

"My usual place B. Now just go!"

I wasn't sure how I felt about the nickname B yet.

"Val usually picks it up for you. I don't have-"

"Just figure it out okay? She is here! I have to go. If you don't get back here with everything consider yourself done here!"

With one final shove, I was back out onto the street and managed to accidentally tackle a poor guy.

"I am sorry-" The man-jackass shoved me away and once again knocking me down on my ass. He glared at me and spat at the ground near where my right hand was. It made me sick.

"Watch it, bitch." He took off around the corner.

Bastard. My Westley would have shoved his sword up his ass. Anyway I had a job to do. Bank first. Closest bank was only two blocks away. Perfect. Trying this new green thing where I don't drive if where I need is under 5 five blocks away. I don't think this will last very long.

I was told to try flying but I am a girl who wears skirts and girls, skirts and flying just don't mix well, you know?

After several minutes I finally made it to the bank. The line wasn't too long today. Success. I would be able to manage all the tasks farer than I-

"Everybody get down! This is not a joke! Get down before I shoot yo ass!"

Several loud blasts were heard. I turned around. Awesome. The man I plowed down was robbing the bank and he already didn't like me.

Being a hero was not for me so I complied against my better judgment. I wasn't a fighter. That was my brother and dad. I just liked clothing and pirates.

"Please don't hurt me! I have a son!"

The woman next to me shouted. I looked over and her son, sure enough, was prettified. His tiny body was having spasms and the mother held him close. My heart went out to them. They didn't have super alien blood in their genes

"Just take the money and go okay? These people don't need this." The jackass from before turned to me. I prayed to kami and everything else I could think of that he didn't recognize me.

"You, "he pointed his gun in my direction, " I know you. You're the bitch from before aren't you? What are you going to do? Play hero? I have the gun."

He pointed it at my head. Seriously. I didn't need a dented head right now.

"Whose playing hero? I just want to pick up drying cleaning." I looked at the gun.

"Cute."

He shot my foot. The bastard shot my foot! I jumped, squeaked in surprised. He shot me in the foot and I was wearing my new, this seasons, the current season of Prada shoes! These were JUST out two days ago new!

"Next time I shoot for the head." He smiled at me before moving on.

"These were the new season of Prada!" I was standing now.

I don't know what came over me or what happened next but do I remember being pulled off of him by his partner who I may have accidentally thrown through a window.

" I loved these shoes." I spat on Mr. Jackass

" Thank you! That was amazing B!" B? Did this person know me? I turned around and my old high school crush was beaming at me totally amazed. He knew I existed?

That familiar feeling of uneasiness started at the pit of my stomach. Something that I only feel when I watch Princess Bride now. My palms started to get clammy. I felt so stupid.

"Uh." Say hi. Say hi Drake, how are you? Say something B. Drat. Now I am saying B.. wait inner monologue must look stupid. Smile at him.

I tried to smile but I think it scared him off.

"Oh. Um. Well I have to go. But you, that was- you're cooler than I thought." Drake touched my shoulder before he ran out of the bank

He thinks I am cool! Drake patted my shoulder before he left too. That is good. I think. He touched me! I took a deep breath to compose myself. I still need to deposit that stupid check.

"You're so brave! Amazing! Do you work out at all? Whose your trainer? Hercule?" The bank teller was gushing. Slightly more awkward coming from her.

"Um, no. I don't really train anymore. Fighting bores me but my dad is one hell of a personal trainer. I think he'd make the devil cry." I handed her the check that needed to be deposited.

"Do you have the account number?"

Shit.

"No. Um. I think it's supposed to go into the companies accountI think."

"It says Mr. Holden. I can look it up if you know his social security number."

"I don't."

"I'm sorry I can't do anything then. You were amazing. I know I said it before but-"

I took the check back and walked out. Stupid bank. I am never coming back to this one again.

shoulder I bother with more?