ωнєηѕ α тαℓєѕ ¢σмє αкησ¢кιη' ♥ ; Introduction.
∂ιѕ¢ℓαιмєя : I do Not own Anything except for the keyboard Im using to type this, my imagination & Shayy. Lucie was made up by a friend of mine.
єχρℓαηαтιση : This is just an intorduction for all the characters. Good parts come later.
Shayy gave Darren a look when he leaned over her to place a just shined good crystal onto the table. She smiled descretly. But turned away when she saw Bobby putting his finger down his throat to Lucie.
Lucie was Bobbys new found girlfriend. Shayy looked up at the stove light, remebering and constantly asking herself, Why on earth did she let her stay?
Midday, everything was like it was supposed to be. Shayy had gotten home from yet another stressful day at work. She worked downstairs at a sweet & treats shop and had to deal with constant guys asking if they could taste her 'chocolate' she always knew when they were serious or joking. And she hated it. The way men treated women...it was disgusting. But thats another story. She was stressing over the stove, the pot she had put on just overflowed and she was desperately trying to cover it up before the sizzling noise hit the ears of her new roomates. She looked back at the couch and loveseat. There was Crash, staring dazed at the tv. Bobby & Loque. Darren was in his room, and her. It was her turn to cook.
For a slight moment, she thought her pot had been screaming. But that was stupid. She leaned closer and heard it again. This time she was scared. She leaned lower into the stove, looking into into the deep appliance. She could hear it louder the lower she got. She pulled her legs from out of her and put her ear to the ground.
"Shayy, I think the stove is up here." She heard a voice from above her distracting her. She looked up to see Darren in his long hoodie and shorts that came up to his knees.
"Im not looking for the stove idiot. I hear voices." She pressed her ear deeper, feeling the coldness. An then she heard a slam, which drove her to stand to her feet. She shared a look at Darren and ran to the door, swinging it open. Bobby looked up, almost going to get up.
"No its okay. you sit-stare-tv-good." She held out a hand. She still had her blue apron on. It was okay. whoever was in trouble, wouldnt care how she looked.
She peered down the stairway and caught sight of people moving. A man in a trench coat waving his arms frantically like he was arguing. And as the words hit her she could hear harsh swear words. and then she saw a flash of red hair starting to come up the stairs. Her heart almost dropped as she could heard sobbing as the man left and the girl angrily dragged her suit case up the stairs. Only then did Shayy look to her side, she jumped. There was a whole pile of bags and suitcases. She surveyed the whole thing.
"Darren-BOBBY!" She yelled, not turning her head. She still heard the thumping of the girl slowly rising. She looked back at them and pointed down at the stairs.
"Look." Darren leaned over her, hands on either sides of hers and peered over. She could smell his cologne but the banister was so wide, and she didnt want to make herself embarassed by sneezing.
"Whos that?" Bobby asked. Darren backed off.
'"I dont know, but she just got cussed out." Shayy whispered. And then they caught sight of her. The first thing Shayy thought was that she was a high authority-stuck up girl. She had on a berret and a fur lining across her shoulders. Her pale green dress fit tightly around her waist, her whtie goves reached her elbows and her earrings were gold. The only thing that was unappealing was the now dark mascara leaking down her eyes from tears.
"Oh, hello." Shayy eyed the suitcase in her hand. "My name is Shayy. What are you doing here?" She jumped to find information. It wasnt that she was being rude. But, there was only one door on that floor, which was Shayys. The room beside it, was storage.
The girl sighed deeply, and then wept. She walked in through the open door thanks to Bobbys poor care and disappeared. Shayy gave each boy a look of confusion. Then her head reappeared which was a pretty sight and exclaimed loudly,
"YOU BOY- BRING MY STUFF HERE." Bobby shook in his spot. Was she talking to him? No matter, he sprinted and started carrying the stuff, no questions asked. He didnt understand women, but he knew enough not to make them angrier when they already are.
"Darren, did that woman just walk into our room?"
"I beleive she did." They both looked at eachother.
She smiled with care at Bobby who she had to yell at to get to shine the glass. He wiggled his eyebrow and pursed his lips. She sighed, you hear that? She asked herself, that is the sound of silnce...no tv. just together. It did sound corny, even in her head. But as it turned out, did have trouble with her roomates keeping their share.
She came back to thought as she heard the white plates being heavily set down. The aroma of her spaghetti was making her mouth water but she could wait.
"Loque did you wash up for-" The doorbell rang. "Dinner?" She finished, looking in the direction of the door like it was going to answer itself.
"Yeah, look." He held out his hands but Shayy was too busy staring. Her hand wondering trying to pat his blonde curls to say that he did a good job but she patted his nose instead.
She reached down to put the napkin down accidently forgetting that her plunging neckline revealed a little too much. She threw a hand to her chest when she noticed that Crash from across the table was smirking. She rolled her eyes and went to the door. She liked the way her shoes sounded on the hardwood so she always stepped a little harder.
"Hello-were in the middle of dinner, could you come back-" She looked out into the empty hallway. She stepped out, looked around, no one. It was only when she stepped back and closed the door did she heard the crunching of paper. She looked down to see a yellow legal size package. She ran her finger along the seal and opened it. When she tilted it, a stack of papers feel into her hands. She pushed it back in, walking into the doorway, shutting the door with her foot.
"Hey guys," She started twisted her hair and looking around. She didnt this when she was nervous. "Someone left this outside our door..."
This is just a new idea I was thinking of. I wanted to know if anyone would be interested? its supposed to be good humour, so why dont you do me a favour & press that nice little button, dont worry it doesnt bite, and read & review ;). I would love you forever if you do. Thanks.
& Shayy ;