It was a peaceful windy afternoon at FP's trailer at Sunnyside Trailer Park. FP Jones was on the couch, about to take a nap until there was a loud knock on the door which startled him.
What the fuck? He questioned in his thoughts.
He got up from his couch, walking lazily to the door.
"Open up the door, Jones!" said an angry voice from the other side of the door.
It was an angry feminine voice but it did not belong to Alice Cooper.
The knocking got louder.
"Give me a second!" FP said, retrieving his favourite Glock from under the couch, being cautious if it was one of the Ghoulies.
He took the house key from the kitchen table and the man carefully unlocked the door, Glock secured in his other hand for security purpose.
The door opened to reveal a sour faced Cheryl Blossom, dressed in plain white tank top with red shorts and faux leather jacket with black ankle boots. Her bright red lipstick drew FP's immediate attention to.
The whole get up was typical of Cheryl Blossom. The outfit screamed her personality and any no-brainer would be able to make out of it.
"What the hell do you want now?" he asked, lazily, hiding his other hand which held his Glock.
However, Cheryl was quick to notice the gun in his hand.
"Oh, so now you plan to kill me?" she demanded.
"Listen here-" FP said, raising his voice but he was cut off as Cheryl forced her way inside his trailer.
Cheryl walked around his trailer, exploring his living room, wrinkled her nose at the messy sight.
"What the hell?" she asked, staring at a copy of a Playboy spread open on the couch.
FP walked over to her.
She turned to look at him.
"Look, I don't know what the hell your problem is but if you think you're trying to be funny with me outside of Pop's, I'll put your sorry ass back to prison!"
FP folded his arms.
"Well, how polite of you to spill your milkshake at Pop's and tormenting my kid and his friends? Or just being plain rude to the Serpents?"
Cheryl was rooted on the spot.
"I had my own reasons for letting you out of prison but don't be too arrogant about it!" she warned him.
"You're pathetic, FP," Cheryl said.
"I'm just an innocent teenager whom you decided to throw snide remarks at me publicly. And don't forget that it was my father who paid you to clean up the mess! If it weren't for daddy, you'd be struggling to survive in this messy place!"
FP had had enough of it.
"Listen here bitch, I have a Glock in my hand and I could shoot you if I wanted to but I wouldn't be stupid to do that. If you're not going to leave me alone, I'll report you for trespassing my property."
Cheryl snorted.
"As if you own it."
FP was having a headache dealing with this persistent annoying teenager.
"What the fuck do you want from me?"
Cheryl glared at him.
"I want you to stop harassing me and tell your Serpents to back off of me. You guys are cruel."
Cheryl bit her lip, recalling Jason's dead body and the video she saw on her laptop.
Before she could hold back her feelings, she was tearing up.
Cheryl scrambled around the trailer for a box of tissue and when she found it, she wiped them, her back facing FP, not wanting him to see her weak side.
When she was done wiping her tears, her makeup was ruined, mascara and eye liner smudged at the sides, diluted trail marks of eye liner with tears stained her cheeks.
FP was stunned.
It was obvious that she was crying but he was unsure of how to deal with a crying teenage girl like her.
"You wanna drink some water or something?" he offered, feeling awkward.
Cheryl shook her head.
"I'm done!" Cheryl said as she stomped out of his trailer, leaving FP stunned on the spot.
The teenager slammed the door shut behind her and ran off as fast as she could.
Back in the trailer, FP ran his hands in his hair, frustrated and dazed with the past few minutes.
What is up with that girl? He thought.
