Notes: Thank you for the reviews! They were very kind. I expect chapters to get longer as I go along. I just want to end them at appropriate times. Also I have grown a certain fondness to Cameron, so he may feature a little more as we go along too.
Chapter 2
In a flash I briskly walked the short distance to the Roscoe's garage. Mark's van was being serviced and Ziggy- Leela's even thicker boyfriend- was working so I knew my task would be easy. I was right. I crept in out of nowhere, peering through the door like a cat at its prey. I ignored the absolute childish and sexualised music he was playing whilst he worked. It was truly disastrous. My feet walked lightly on the floor, circling Mark's red van. Glancing through the glass of the driver's window I spotted what I wanted. The keys. Having let out a sigh of relief I started to climb into the large piece of transport, however Ziggy of course couldn't stay away for long enough. Just as I was about to start the engine, he popped out of the back and saw me immediately. I mean, how typical, right?
"Hey! You! What you doin' in there, eh?" His accent bugged me even more than the Scottish tone Cameron had. I really didn't have time for this. I hopped out, hoping to god that I could talk my way out of this one. My smile shone bright and my eyes contained a certain empathy that sparkled from them. It never failed to fool people.
"Mark told me it'd be fixed by midday," I replied, brightly. I carefully looked down at my watch. Thankfully I knew it had been there a while since Mark was off chasing Maxine around the world, or something of the sort. I'd tried to stop that too, but Leela had distracted me now. "He's been a bit held up with Maxine, so I said I'd pick it up for him. Be a nice twin and that, you know?" There was a hint of a whisper to my words, but only to make it sound more truthful. As soon as I caught sight of Ziggy nod I knew I was completely in the clear. Not that I really had doubts because, well, it was Ziggy Roscoe, wasn't it?
"Yeah, alright. But make sure he pays me, yeah?" I nodded back. A sarcastic grin forced itself over my face as I climbed happily up into the car for the second time. At last, I thought to myself."Oi, Sienna…" What did he want now? Clearly I wasn't there to hang around and chat. It wasn't like we were friends. Unfortunately I couldn't avoid it thanks to the steps he took up to the van's window. I wound the window down, not impressed when he rested his arms upon it. "'ave you seen Leela? Get the feeling she's avoiding my calls or somethin'." Great. That was really great. Another one. Another man trying to steal my Leela. I chewed my lip for a second and flicked my hair back. My hands sat on the wheel, ready to pull away. I tilted my head to look at him, with that same large smile, though forced a little sympathy into it too. For Leela.
"We had a big night last night. I expect she's just in bed, or with her head down the loo or something. You know how it is. You should probably give her a day to recuperate. I'm sure everything's fine. Don't you worry your pretty, little head." At that exact moment I pressed my hand to Ziggy's hair and ruffled it up with my fingers. It felt horrible. So greasy. Pressing my foot down on the peddle I began to pull away, finally heading to my destination. Or at least that was what I intended to do. But no, of course, Ziggy had more to say.
"But she's okay though, yeah?" Would this bloke ever shut up? He was doing my head in. I just couldn't understand how Leela could put up with him, though it explained why she declined his proposal.
"Bye, Ziggy," I replied with a sigh as I drove off. Hopefully he'd get the message.