Author's note: Hi everyone! Here's my second Rocky Horror fic. Magenta probably seems a little OOC, but I put that down to over consumation of sugar. Thank you to opheliafrump for giving me advice on what to do with this story. I really appreciate it
Azzi

Disclaimer: My ownership is questionable, Richard O'Brien's is not


Columbia could feel eyes burning into the back of her head. She ignored them and continued on her way up the stairs. She heard the clunk of high heeled boots following her.

"Stop it!" she ordered as she opened the door to her room.

"No," was the reply.

"Stop it!"

The owner of the boots, a domestic, followed her into the room, "No."

"Stop it!" Columbia threw herself onto a piece of furniture in the centre of the room.

"No," the domestic sat at the end of the bed.

Columbia softened her tone, "Magenta?"

"Yes?"

"Stop it!"

"No."

Columbia threw her pillow over her head. Magenta lifted it up and spoke gently.

"It's your fault really."

"No it's not!" Columbia squealed. "It's your fault."

"I never did anything," Magenta replied.

"Yes you did! You're doing it right now!" Columbia grabbed the pillow back and hugged it.

"What am I doing?" Magenta asked, picking up a pillow of her own, staring intently at the little groupie.

"That," Columbia pointed at her. "You're doing it right now."

"No I'm not," Magenta denied.

"I hate you," Columbia mumbled, sounding very much like a moody teenager.

"Why?" Magenta plucked a bit of fluff from her pillow. "What did I do?"

"I don't know!" Columbia replied. "But it's really annoying."

"Is it?"

"Yes! Stop it!"

"No."

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop that!" Columbia shrieked.

"What's that?" Magenta smiled.

"That!" Columbia pointed at her again. "Whatever it is your doing, stop it now!"

"Just admit it," Magenta replied.

"Admit what?" Columbia feigned that she didn't know.

"You know," Magenta raised her eyebrows.

"No, I don't," Columbia crossed her arms over her chest."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

Columbia glared at the domestic, but she just glared straight back. Magenta's glare was far scarier than Columbia's and Columbia soon looked down at her pillow.

"Fine," Columbia sighed.

"Fine what?" Magenta leaned over, tickling the groupie.

She laughed, "I admit it!"

"Admit what?" Magenta moved her fingers a little faster, causing the girl to curl into a ball, protecting herself from getting tickled.

"You were right."

"About?"

"About how you're better at making choc chip cookies," Columbia giggled.

"And why am I better?"

"Because you didn't use pre packaged mix?" Columbia guessed.

"No, that's not it."

"You didn't get chocolate chips in your hair?"

"No."

"You didn't set fire to the kitchen?"

"Close."

"I give up," Columbia sighed.

"It's because," Magenta stopped tickling the groupie and leaned back. "The dogs did not reject mine."

Columbia pulled a face, "Yeah, okay, maybe mine weren't the nicest, but I bet I can make nicer cupcakes than you!"

Magenta raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Yes," Columbia grinned. "Tomorrow I challenge you to a competition. Whoever can make the nicest cupcakes wins. Frank judges."

"I'm not sure I would subject Frank to such torture," Magenta smiled. "And I even hate the man."

"I'm sure your cupcakes aren't that bad," Columbia teased.

Magenta's gaze hardened and she started tickling the groupie again, "Oh, we'll see. We'll see."


A/N: There's chapter one. I hope you liked it. I'll put up the second and final chapter when I get back into internet range.