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.
