Pure annoyance coursed through Sesha when Bill entered the blue room backstage, "what do you want?" His German accent annoyed her even more than just his presence, "I want you to die, but that's not happening for a while, so, in the mean time. Elesea said Tom wanted to talk to me, and clearly, you're not Tom, because Tom's a boy." "I'm not a girl, do you want me to prove it?" Bill reached for the button on his pants and Sesha crossed her hands over her chest. Making him aware that she had no intentions of stopping him from publicly humiliating himself. She heard a snap from his jeans, "I'm really going to do it. You know that right?" "Go for it, I'm not stopping you," she shifted her weight and raised her right eyebrow suggestively. "Okay, fine!" He re-snapped his pants and glared intently at her, " so I won't take my pants off. Will you please, leave? -Now?" "Well, taking into consideration that I was here before you and your brother wants to talk to me, no, girly boy. I won't leave," she paused, "now!" "Technically I was here first because I'm older than you are," he placed his hands on his hips. She immediately yelled and pointed to his chest, "look!! You even stand like a girl! Too bad everyone thinks you're a boy. A girl like you could do Sports Illustrated some good."
"A girl like you could, too. It's too bad you're evil."
"Too
bad you're gay. And that wasn't really an insult, you just called
me pretty."
"Too bad you're a witch!"
"Too bad you're a weird-o!"
"Too bad I hate you!"
"Yeah, it is too bad, isn't it?"
Elesea rolled her eyes when she stepped into the room. Witnessing the two-year-old-hissy-fits just frustrated her. Why wouldn't these two people just admit that they liked each other. "Hey."
"Too bad you're a loser," Bill continued, stepping one foot closer to the tiny body in front of him.
"Too bad you're a creep who was probably just a drunken accident," Sesha poked his chest threateningly.
"Too bad you-!"
"Shut up!" Elesea screamed, intercepting the fall out. "Gosh, you guys are sixteen and nineteen. Can you not act like toddlers and just grow up?" "He started it!" Sesha growled furiously. "I did not!" Bill denied. "What's going on?" Tom entered the room, hesitantly observing the occurrence. "Bill exists so my life sucks," Sesha turned her back to Bill so the heels of her shoes brushed the toes of his. She jerked her feet away in aggravation, "Elesea said you wanted to talk to me and I was simply telling Bill that there really wasn't any problem with me being here." "You called me a drunken accident," Bill yelled, throwing his arms in the air. "I said probably!" Sesha screamed and turned around so her nose was on the verge of colliding with Bill's chin. "Look-just…Bill, Elesea. Can you guys give us a minute?" Tom nodded toward Sesha. "Yeah, Bill. Go away," Sesha smiled triumphantly. "Okay, not what I said, one. And two, just for a minute," Tom couldn't help but chuckle at the adolescents behavior. "Auf wiedersehn," Sesha smiled, watching Bill as he left. His was annoyingly tall and lanky and his hair was annoyingly dark. He was annoyingly…perfect. Except for the fact that he was weird and annoying. "Why can't you not be a jerk to him?" Elesea began. "Elesea, please," Tom raised his eyebrows.
"I want you to give my brother a chance," Tom commanded, not wasting any time. "How about I pretend his existence is just all a delusion and get on with my life?" Sesha crinkled her nose when she became suddenly disgusted. "What's so horrible about him?" Tom wasn't giving up for anything. "Okay well: A.) I can't stand him. B.) Nothing he says EVER makes sense. C.) He's annoying, loud, lazy, bossy, stubborn, and annoyingly annoying," Sesha replied. Tom retreated a step when he could see the anger building up inside her by the simple fact that he could ever suggest she give Bill a chance. "So you think he's annoying?" Tom asked rhetorically. There was a pause when Sesha crossed her arms, "-yes." "Please give him a chance! Please, please, please," he fell to the ground. Sesha watched while he crossed the floor on his knees. His hands were entwined with each other and his thumbs were pressed against his bottom lips. "Arrgh! FINE!!" she growled and stomped her foot. "but don't expect me to like him and ESPECIALLY don't expect me to treat him like an equal." She put sarcastic emphasis on the word 'equal.'
