Tormented

A/N: If you like this couple, then you'll like this story. I hope you enjoy this.


"Oh Crash, you make my heart do back flips whenever I see you." Pasadena sighed; she dropped the wet yellow sponge she was currently using. The sponge landed on her tile floor, creating an even bigger mess that she will have to clean up.

The love struck possum brought her hand to her chest and sighed. Pasadena leaned against her white kitchen counter, and looked through her window that was located above her kitchen sink. Outside, she saw Crash running. He had his cheerful smile planted on his face, his emerald orbs sparkled, and Pasadena swore that she saw Crash sweating, which looked attractive to her.

"Why do you torment me so?" Pasadena silently questioned Crash, but she knew he was never going to answer her question.

The possum sighed and tore her emerald eyes away from the window. She noticed the sponge was on the floor, so she quickly bent down and picked it up. The brown possum lightly squeezed the sponge, water lightly poured out onto her palm. In frustration, she threw the sponge into the sink, causing some water to splash at her.

She shrieked at the feeling of the touch, and quickly wiped the water spots off her. After she rid herself from the water spots, her eyes somehow looked towards her window again. She was hoping to see Crash, but he was nowhere to be found.

"That's it!" She exclaimed to herself. She pounded her fist on top of her white counter top.

"I'm going to make him love me…no matter what it takes." The determined possum said darkly. She quickly exited herself from the kitchen, and ran upstairs to her room. She threw open her old wooden door and stomped inside. Inside her room, she had an ordinary white bed, a small mirror located near her bed, an old television that surprisingly still works, a wooden nightstand that had all sort of knickknacks on it, and to top it all off, she had a small white closet.

The wooden floor beneath her loudly creaked as she slowly walked towards her closet, the brown possum opened the white twin door closet. The closet revealed some of her favorite outfits that she never really wore. Pasadena reached out towards one of the dresses that caught her eyes.

"This is perfect!" Pasadena exclaimed while holding the dress against her figure.

"I'll make sure that Crash will run to me like I'm fresh meat." She chuckled to herself after she said that.

The main color of the dress was white; it also had red polka dots that went around the dress. The dress would reach up to her knees, and it had no straps. This dress would be perfect for a hot day, and tomorrow was defiantly going to be a hot day.

Pasadena smiled to herself and hung the dress back in the closet.


I hoped you liked this. You know what to do from here.