Author's note: hey guys! 3rd chapter is up. I wan to apologize for a typo in the last chap: DIRECTOR not DIRCOR. Lol. Sorry.
Disclaimer: once again, i own nothing...booo!
Torrie got out of her new silver BMW and stared at the house. "God it's been long since I've been here" She muttered. She went around and opened the back door. "Hey baby, were home" Torrie picked up her "doggy bag" where Chloe was asleep in. she heared the front door open.
"well what do we have here?"
Torrie looked up at a certain red headed who was leaning against the door frame, smirking.
"Amy" Torrie said a she attempted to heave her huge bag out of the trunk. When she dropped it on her newly manicured feet, she yelped. Amy raised an eyebrow "need help, Barbie?". Torrie looked up at her sister "duh". Amy didn't move. "hello? Did you not just hear me?" Torrie asked. She was distracted by a tinkling sound. "What the-? CHLOE, NO!". The dog had woken up and pissed, soaking the doggy bag with...well, you know. Torrie put the bag down and in her rush, tripped on the strap of her bag. She fell butt first on the ground. Amy burst out laughing "Actually, i think you're okay handeling things by yourself" "Amy stop being a jackass and help me!" Torrie shouted, utterly disgusted that her well lotioned hand had come in contact with dog piss and that she was sitting on the dirt ground in her new expensive designer white pants.
"What is going on here?"Jason and Stacy appeared at the front door, both in matching Christmas aprons. When they spotted Torrie on the ground they rushed to help her.
"What happened, sweetie?" Jason asked as he helped his youngest daughter to her feet. "My dog took a leak and i totally touched it and then i tripped over the strap of my bag and now my new pants are totally ruined!"Torrie whined. Amy made a noise that sounded like stiffled laughter. Stacy threw her a look that clearly said "don't". "Come inside the house. We'll get you cleaned up. Stacy go get your sister's bag" Jason said as he led Torrie up the porch. He spotted Amy leaning against the door frame. "What are you waiting for, superstar? Go get that dog". Amy raised an eyebrow "But it's her dog" she protested. "Torrie needs to get cleaned up. Go get the dog, Ames". Jason replied. Torrie, who was already half way in the door, looked back at Amy and smiled deviously. Amy narrowed her eyes at her. Stacy walked passed her carrying Torrie's bag, which looked like it contained her entire closet, and said "better hurry up, Ames. Dinner is almost ready". Amy walked down the porch and stopped infront of the doggy bag and upon leaning down and unzipping the opening, Chloe bounced out and gave her a very wet lick on the cheek.
"Let's see, you gave Torrie hell and it made me laugh. But now i have to clean you up, which doesn't exactly amuse me. So i haven't decided if I hate you or not yet" Amy looked down at the puppy and shook her head " I'm talking to a dog. I haven't even been here for more than an hour and I'm already losing my mind".
"Karma being a bitch, Amy?" Amy looked up.
Torrie was smiling down at her from the upstairs window.
"No" Amy said "Just you"
Torrie's smiled vanished. She slammed down the window and disappeared from veiw.
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AN:
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