PFFFT okay, please know that this is entirely just for fun... There will be no intense plot, but it's just funny stories and just amusing little things xD
I DO NOT OWN DRAGONHEART. I only own Becca and Claire.
Chapter Two: Tea, Talk and Trousers
Becca blinked her eyes open, frowning as she woke to the somewhat unfamiliar interior of the guest room. Rolling over she realized that she wasn't under the blankets but lying on top of the covers in the clothes she had worn the night before, she sat up and yawned before hopping out of bed and shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen. Scratching at her head, Becca leaned against the counter and flicked on the instant tea and coffee machine, popping in a small disk and placing a mug at the base before pressing the start button. The machine groaned and creaked as hot water began to pour steaming tea into the mug, the smell of Earl Grey tea reaching Becca's nose while she rested her head on her hand and waited for it to finish.
Picking up the mug when it was finished and sipping at the hot beverage, Becca grinned sleepily and shuffled her way back to her room. Turning the doorknob and swinging the door inwards and stepping in, she looked up and froze. Drake was lying curled around the bed in a rather cramped manor, his tail twitching and his body shifting every now and then. Geoff had taken what room he could on the bed; he too did not use the covers and slept on top of them. Becca stared at the two of them for a moment, then turned around on her heel and walked abruptly back out of the room with her tea. She placed the mug down on her bedside table and opened her laptop, poking the power button and adjusting it on her lap so she was lying back against a pillow comfortably.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Becca didn't move, but in the room across from the one she was in both Geoff and Drake screamed bloody murder and Becca heard a loud crashing noise, guessing that Geoff had fallen off the bed in surprise. Giggling she put down her computer and bounced down the hallway to the door, trying to suppress her smile while she heard the two stumbling around her room.
Don't break anything… or you'll be dead before supper… she muttered to herself.
Reaching the door, Becca unlocked the latch and opened it, to find her friend Astrid standing on her doorstep. Astrid was taller than Becca, (then again who wasn't?), and had a strong build. Her dark auburn hair fell just to her shoulders; she wore a white hoodie over a black shirt, a red scarf and a pair of dark denim jeans. From her neck and ears dangled what appeared to be some kind of ancient Egyptian jewelry; on her face was a rather passive smile.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" she asked, her grin widening.
Becca shook her head, "Naw I was awake with the damn morning," she motioned to the sky and Astrid laughed, "What are you doing here? Don't you have some kind of magical duties back at work?" Becca leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, just came by to drop this off," she rummaged around in her bag for a moment, "I bought it in bulk a few days ago, thought you might like some for the carnivore," Astrid produced a large bag of jerky and Becca made a strange yelping-barking noise before snatching it from Astrid's hand like some kind of starved animal.
"THANKS MAN!" replied the werewolf, hugging it to her chest.
"No problem, see you later! How long are you off from work?"
Becca pondered, "Uh, well classes are off for the summer, I'll wait until I get a notice," she said.
"Sure, sure, see you later then!" then she paused, "Is Claire in? I wanted to see if she felt like clubbing this weekend! Want to come?" Becca laughed.
"You and my landlady have a very odd relationship Astrid,"
Astrid shrugged, "What? She's awesome!"
Once Astrid had left, Becca ran back to her room after stashing the jerky in the kitchen. Opening the door she howled, "GOOD MORNING LOVELIES! Had a good sleep did we?" when she finally looked, she saw Drake tangled up in his wings and resting on his back, Geoff pressed against the wall with fear clouding his eyes.
"BECCA! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" cried Geoff, holding his hands over his head and staring at the ceiling fearfully.
"THEY DIVE-BOMBED US RIGHT AFTER THAT LOUD BELL SOUNDED!" Drake howled, "They tried peck my eyes!" Becca surveyed the scene and suddenly burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she saw two budgies perched on her desk peering mischievously from a picture frame. One was a fluorescent blue, and the other a pale white, both screeched and flew over to Becca, landing on either side of her head.
"LOOK OUT! THEY'RE AFTER YOU!" Geoff mewled and ducked behind Drake.
"DON'T USE ME AS A SHIELD!" the dragon raged, keeping his eyes covered.
"YOU HAVE SCALES, ARMOR! USE IT!"
"YOU HAVE A SWORD!"
"GUYS! STOP IT!" Becca shouted, the birds on her shoulder flapping and screeching along with her, "They're just budgies! They can't hurt you!"
The dragon and the boy stared at her fearfully, "B-but they dived at us! Screaming and flapping like devil-harpies! Those are demons!" Geoff's curly hair appeared above Drake's shoulder as he peered out from his corner.
Becca just held up her hand for the white bird, who clambered onto her finger and ruffled his feathers, "They are just pets guys, this is Pot," she held up the white bird, then stroked the head and wings of the blue one, "And this is Pip. They belong to my landlady and love causing trouble, she probably left the cage open again when she left last night and they got out and into my room,"
It took Geoff and Drake about ten minutes to finally untangle themselves and sit up, Drake bowing his head as he came right up to the ceiling. Becca prompted them to come closer to the birds, but neither of them moved. Sighing she walked up to Drake, "See? They're totally friendly," holding Pot out to the dragon's snout, the little bird stared blankly at Drake before rubbing his head against the scales. "There, not demons, only pets," she went to Geoff, who attempted to pet Pot. Instead the bird flinched and pecked at his finger, making Geoff squeal and leap back and both Pip and Pot squeaked furiously.
"I guess they don't like me very much," he said glumly.
Becca laughed, "Dude, you called them devil-harpies and a couple of demons, of course they're mad,"
After Becca had managed to coax Geoff from the room, they found themselves sitting at the table in the kitchen rather awkwardly. Drake was unable to leave the room for fear of either breaking the doorframe or Becca's landlady discovering him, so she promised to bring him some food. Her room was just beside the kitchen anyhow, so she had the door open while Drake stuck his head out the frame, resting it on his claws and shifting uncomfortably. Becca bustled about the kitchen, turning on the stove and pouring some oil on a frying pan, keeping a pack of eggs next to her.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted that Geoff had gotten up and started poking at the electric toaster sitting on the counter across from her. Just as he was about to shove his finger into the slot for toast Becca turned around and whacked his hand with a spatula.
"Unless you want to be electrocuted then I suggest you take your hand out," she laughed as he gave her a quizzical look. She pointed up, "Electricity, it's like lightning only we've harnessed it to use in our lives, such as make food and heat our homes without fires," explained Becca.
Geoff stared at her, "Lightning? Making food and heating? How on earth is that accomplished?"
"Curly, if I knew that I would be in a different school," she smiled, cracking an egg and dumping it into a bowl along with several other already broken ones. Cracking a few more she whisked them together, adding a few herbs and spices before pouring the now scrambled eggs into the pan with a loud hissing sound. While she bustled about in preparing breakfast, she slapped Geoff away from other electric appliances in order to keep him from breaking something or hurting himself.
Finishing breakfast, Becca sat back and patted her belly happily; Geoff had finished his food in record-breaking time and was sitting across from her waiting patiently. Becca had already given Drake some of the meat in the fridge leftover from a dinner a few nights before, knowing the landlady wouldn't miss it for the meat was going to expire anyways if it wasn't eaten.
A loud squawk signaled that Pot and Pip had flown into the room, the two budgies chirruping to each other before they landed on Becca's shoulders and began playing with her honey blonde hair. Laughing, Becca allowed the two birds to move to her hands and she turned to Geoff, "Come on, give them a little hello and say you're sorry,"
Just as Geoff was tentatively reaching out to touch Pip on the crown of his little blue-white head, Becca heard the front door open with the jingle of keys and stopped. Pip and Pot screamed and took flight, winging their way into the front hall where a loud squeal of delight followed soon after they vanished. Becca leapt up, knocking back her chair and racing to her door, trying to desperately shove Drake's head into her room.
Geoff stared at her until Becca made motions with her hand to help her, "HURRY!" she whispered urgently, "It's my landlady! We have to hide Drake!" jumping from his seat Geoff helped Drake get his head through the door and into the room, both he and Becca muttering apologies to him as they shoved him back.
"Becca? What are you up to?" Came a singsong voice as a little lady of about seventy, made her way into the kitchen. Becca and Geoff whipped around and both of them slammed the door shut and leaned their backs against it in an attempt to be casual, Geoff's eyes wide with horror, a placid smile on Becca's face.
"Nothing Claire! How was your night?" she asked kindly, turning the knob to make sure it was locked and would not open. "You went out with the girls again?"
The little lady was just a little shorter than Becca; her dazzling white hair was pulled back in a styled bun, held up with a sparkling comb of plastic flowers in the back. She wore a yellow sundress that fell to her knees with the pattern of little birds flying about the fabric, her feet were bare and her dress sleeveless. Normally for a woman of her age, one would expect her to be wrinkled and brittle, yet Claire's skin was still aged but remarkably youthful. Her face was round and her cheeks rosy from years of smiling, her lips parted in a kind and curious grin and her eyes twinkled happily with the same mischief as her two budgies.
Claire laughed and tossed her head back while waving a hand, "Oh it was just a little get-together honey! A few glasses of wine and some cookies, maybe a game of cards or so," she giggled musically and walked into the kitchen to sit down, her two budgies now sitting on her shoulders contentedly. She turned to Geoff, "Who is your friend here honey? An interest possibly?" Claire smiled more at Becca's face.
"Claire!" Becca cried, "Please not now! You know I don't think like that anyways!" Geoff glanced to the side and saw a red colour creeping into Becca's cheeks, and grinned along with Claire. Becca noticed this and jabbed him between the ribs. "He's an… an old friend, mind if he stays with me for a bit?"
She shook her head, "No, no! It's fine, any boyfriend of Becca's is a friend of mine!"
"HEY! He is not my boyfriend!"
"Well I should say not, not dressed like that!" she looked Geoff up and down, and Becca finally realized that he was still wearing his tunic and loose pants. Nearly flipping out she settled to having a horribly surprised expression and mentally kicked herself for not getting him to change the night before, she shook her head and placed her hands on her hips.
"Anyways, he can take the guest room right?" Claire agreed and said it was not a problem.
Geoff grinned sheepishly, "As long as those harpies for birds aren't in there," he muttered. Almost instantly Pip and Pot shrieked and took off from Claire's shoulders, zooming straight at Geoff. The boy just barely managed to duck and run in the direction of the living room before the birds banked and followed him, Geoff screamed in terror as the little flying monsters squawked and clawed at him from above. Becca laughed hysterically along with Claire as they watched Geoff flail about whilst trying to avoid the budgies, calling out for help while they pecked at his curly hair.
"Run, Curly! Run!" Becca shouted between fits of laughter. Geoff just cursed and leapt over a table, yet his pant leg caught suddenly on the table and there was a loud tearing sound as his pants flew off him as he left them attached to the table. Both Becca and Claire gawked at him for a moment, standing in the corner of the room with a similar expression; his pants missing and his underwear showing. There was a complete silence, the budgies had perched on top of a ceiling fan and Becca could swear they were smiling to each other.
That was when Geoff screeched and made a beeline for Becca's room, dashing through the door and slamming it shut. Both women stared after him for a few minutes, before suddenly howling with laughter and holding on to each other for support while they did.
"You scream like a little girl!" Claire keened.
"Such a manly scream!" Becca wheezed back, holding a hand to her mouth and another to her stomach while she giggled insanely. Life was definitely a lot more fun now. She called to Geoff with a hoot of laughter, "You're going to need some new pants missy! And maybe a new pair of underwear too!" And the giggles went on, and on, and on.
The modern way of 'pantsing'
Oh poor Geoff... so many things you need to learn dearest... xD (Stay in touch for the next chapter!)