A Challenge fic for RealSomeday!

The prompt: use all 10 lines in Julia Stiles poem: 10 things I hate about you

My original idea of this fic had the roles reversed.. but I thought this was more fun xD


10 Things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

He talks to me as if he knows me. As if he gives a damn. As if he knows he's right and nothing in the world can change his mind.

He brushes his hair out of his face for the zillionth time. I smack his hand "STOP IT! Get a haircut, damnit!"

He grins sheepishly.

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.

"You drive like Miss Daisy, hurry it up. I want to reach the docks before I'm fifty!" I yell, stomping my boot against the dashboard.

Rock glances over to me and tries to hide his smile.

"What?" I growl lowly.

"… Nothing… " he smiles.

He knows I wouldn't cap him anymore just for driving so slow.

I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.

I give Rock a once-over, "What the hell are you wearing?" I glare at Dutch, "…Dutch, isn't the whole purpose of ROCK to keep the white-collar look? He looks like a Chip'n Dales reject". Benny laughed at that.

Rock quirks an eyebrow, "What… should I go without the shirt?"

I blush before slapping him behind the head, "… THE BOOTS!"

I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.

I shove him forwards when he stands still in the elevator. "Move it, Rocky Balboa, your fans are waiting in a tow-" I stop, and groan awkwardly.

"Were you going to say 'tow-a?' … "
~"Don't make me shoot you"

I hate the way you're always right.

"We should just leave the merchandise and reorder through the Rip-off church"

~"Or we could just take it all and run"

"… And go where? Dutch sent in the chevy for repairs"

"Damn," I frown and shoved the last AK into the crate.

I hate it when you lie.

"So well be taking our leave now," Rock says and motions for the employees to load up the crates.

"You never wanted to leave the merchandise, did you? You wanted a better price!" I say through clenched teeth… I couldn't help but cringe at how easily deceiving had become to him. I hated the thought he had become like us. So tainted.

I hate it when you make me laugh

"Shut up! It's not funny! Stop taping that!"

~"Oh, come on! How often do you see Dutch dance around like that?".

Who knew Dutch liked to mimic Strictly Come Dancing when none of the Lagoon Company was near?

Even worse when you make me cry.

I smile as I turn around, self-satisfied, only to meet up with Rock's frown.

"Where's your pride, Revy? Are you such a coward you need other people to feel like crap just because you're too scared to take the blame for once?"

I hit him. "I'm not a coward!" I screamed. My voice, shaken.

I hate it when you're not around.

~"Where's Rock?"

"He left"

~"…because of yesterday?"

"He just said that he needed a break… you know… to see his family and all that…Why, did something happen?"
I shook my head.

And the fact that you didn't call.

"…Rock?"

"Two hands?"

"Oh… sorry, sis… uh… I'll go get Dutch…"

I wish I would stop hearing his voice every time I answer the damn phone. But, even more… I wish he were the one who was calling.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I stood outside the door to his house. My hand wavering in its attempt to knock. I didn't know if I wanted him to be pulled back by the underground, or if I wanted to be pulled out of it.