When I walked in the house Marron was on the floor being stared down by Pan. Although we had all been trained together, Marron was the weakest and Pan the strongest.
"Take it back!" Pan screamed placing a heel clad foot on Marron's chest.
"All I said was you looked pretty in girl clothes," Marron wheezed, slowly being crushed by Pan's foot.
"You bitch!" Pan yelled and stomped on Marron's chest causing her to shriek, I just stood there, shell-shocked.
"Never mind!" Marron yelled, wheezing. "You look like a man, are you happy?" Bra hit herself, Marron was so dead. She was right, as Pan let out an outraged cry and picked Marron up by her collar.
Little did we know there was a lavender haired man glancing curiously into the apartment, hearing every word since I had opened the door. I guess I was so shocked I couldn't pick up his Ki.
"That is it," Pan yelled, holding Marron in the air, and her suppressed Ki was slowly rising, to my horror. If she didn't stop we would be discovered. Now she was about the level of an average Human male. I really needed to make her a Ki bracelet.
"I am going to kill you and marry your ugly little face!" Pan screamed and drew back her fist. The unnoticed man chose that moment to clear his throat, causing Pan to turn her glare on him, and Marron's eyes widened. I just looked over, then back at the scene, for some odd reason he seemed familiar.
"Sorry about that," He grinned and Pan dropped Marron, and she landed in a heap on the floor. "I'm just going to, go now?" He said and fled the scene, but first gave a Pan an almost impressed look when she turned her attention back to the sniffling blonde in a heap on the floor. I closed the door and glared at the two beautiful but annoying-as-hell girls in front of me.
"What were you two thinking?" I yelled. "What part of harmless fragile girls can't you grasp?!" I said, turning my look on Pan. She just stared back, to my extreme discomfort. Suddenly Marron perked up and picked herself up off the floor.
"Yay, Bra's home! Food time!" She said with a grin, and I mentally slapped her.
"Hey, you left me here with her, remember?" Pan said and I just huffed, stomping back to the kitchen. I de-capsuled the food, and groceries filled the counters.
I heard a squeal and started to look over to glare at Marron, but to my surprise Pan was the one who had given the girly shriek. She was staring at a package of Twinkies with bloodlust in her eyes. I tried to stop her, but I wasn't fast enough. She ripped the package open, grabbed the crème-filled treats and rushed off to her room, most likely to devour them all. Luckily for me, I had gotten 5 more boxes. I unpacked the rest, noticing that food seemed to be vanishing off the counters when I turned my back. Mostly fat filled food, too. Pan was so going to get it bad. Marron had come in the door a few minutes ago and was just looking at the bottle of root-beer, as though checking its authenticity. Finally realizing it was real, she grabbed it, unscrewed the top and started chugging the whole glorious 2 liters. About two seconds a very loud burp filled the room. I glanced over at a blushing Marron, who was covering her mouth with her petite hands.
"Wasn't me," She shrieked, grabbed another bottle of root-beer and rushed off. What was with these girls, it was like they were scared the food was going to disappear. Shrugging at my friends antics, I started on dinner. I looked under the sink and found a few acceptable cookbooks. Hmm, chicken pot pie sounded good. Luckily our new place was stocked with pots and pans, thank Popo. I grabbed three pie platters and grabbed three boxes of pie crusts. I had been thinking about making apple pie, but this was okay too. I placed the bottom crusts in the bottom of the pans. Then cream of chicken soup, green beans, carrots, sliced potatoes, and pieces of chicken went in a pan. I stirred that up, and dumped the contents in the platters, then covered them with the top pie crust. I slid the three pies into the oven and set the timer for twenty minutes, there, I had half of Pans dinner cooking.
Two hours later I looked at the clock. It was about 7:45, I called the other two into the kitchen, telling them the food was ready. I really needed to go to the store and get some more pots and pans. I didn't like having to wait and empty the pans to make more food. My though processes were disrupted when two salivating women ran into the kitchen and plopped down in the dining room chairs. Pan was still pissed a Marron, so Pan sat on one side of the long square table, Marron on the other side and me at the head. Littering the table were 15 chicken pot pies. The smells coming from them were simply put, delicious. Pan grabbed the closest one and dug in, and Marron and I copied her.
My stomach was bulging out as I sat back in the comfortable dining room chair. I let out a sign of contentment, 6 chicken pies certainly hit the spot. Marron had eaten 2 and Pan held the record with 8. Not one crumb was left. We had also gone through 6 2-liter bottles of soda- 2 root-beers, 3 cokes and 1 mellow yellow. Now was time for dessert. I had seen a small ice-cream parlor in a small strip-mall, and now was the perfect time to check it out.
"Girlies, who wants ice-cream?" I asked standing up and Pan jumped to her feet, followed by Marron. We loaded into my car, and I stepped on the gas. In record time we were in front of the ice-cream parlor. We walked in and were met with cat-whistles, which soon silenced as Pan shot the responsible party glares. We loaded into a booth, and were immediately greeted by a waitress.
"What would y' all like today," She asked in a heavily accented country voice.
"Let's see, could I buy three milkshakes, vanilla, three ice-cream cones, chocolate with four scoops each, two sundaes, one with caramel and the other fudge. Also a bowl of five scoops of the minty choc-chip, and a strawberry malt." I told her, and her jaw widened as she wrote it all down. "Now what do you guys want?" I asked, looking at Pan and Marron.
"Could I just get a bucket of ice-cream," Marron asked and the waitress just nodded. "Yay, I want the raspberry road-runner please," Marron said, now excited.
"Let's see," Pan started, looking at the menu. "I want the bucket of superman flavor, and the bucket of birthday cake ice-cream. Also, four chocolate malts, wait make that five." She continued as the waitress furiously scribbled. "Oh, I want four banana splits, and a waffle bowl of the minty choc-chip, sounds good. Let's see, can I have a frappe too, the java-chip. And four waffle cones with the German chocolate ice-cream." Pan finished and the waitress gave a shaky smile.
We were actually served quickly, and the waitress made more than a few trips to our table. We consumed the vast amounts of ice-cream, much to the customers' horror. As the waitress brought the last of Pan's ice-cream, she paused and spoke.
"You know, you almost eat as much as the young men that come in here regularly." Marron looked up when she mentioned guys. The girl gave us our bill, and we paid, giving the girl a huge tip, and headed toward where the park was supposedly. It was almost nine, and the park was vacated. The flood lights were on, and the basketball courts were lit. We saw a few balls lying around and decided to play a few rounds.
PAN
As soon as Bra picked up the basketball, I knew I was screwed. These heels made it impossible to do anything, and I would have gone barefoot forever, but I didn't want anyone to see my painted toes, with freaking designs on them! I finally just pulled off the blasted things, much to my relief, and set them on the edge of the court. I took my hair tie and pulled my very short hair into a stubby ponytail, with some pieces falling out. My bangs were in my eyes and annoying me. I too off to where Marron and Bra were and noticed they had their shoes off and hair back too.
"Bring it on bitches!" Bra shouted and grabbed the ball, jumping easily to slam dunk the ball, but I beat her to the hoop. I rocketed off and grabbed the ball from her hands, effectively kicking her in the chest at the same time.
"So you wanna play dirty?" Bra asked me and released her Ki, a blue aura surrounding her. Marron too powered up, with her ridiculous pink aura surrounding her. I followed their leads; this was gonna be one hell of a game.
Using my new found strength I rocketed off the ground headed toward the hoop. I was stopped by Marron's foot implanting itself in my stomach, pushing me off course and she grabbed the ball. Bra stopped her by smacking her to the ground and I kicked Bra in the ass, and she dropped the ball. I dived down and caught it. Bra and Marron were now on the ground and running toward the hoop and I was still floating with the ball. Using my Ki I sent myself zooming to the hoop. I pushed off the hoop backboard with my legs, dropping the ball in the hoop in the process, and shooting toward the grounded girls.
Wham, I hit them and we flew into the grass, laughing.
"I won, I won, and I won!" I shouted and did my signature victory dance. I threw my arms up and shook my butt at the laughing girls; we were all now powered down. Marron got up and playfully slapped me on the butt, and I grinned at her.
"You know you want this," I said, causing Bra to snort in laughter. I could help it, hearing the lady-like Bra snort made me lose it. I dropped to the ground, laughing so hard tears ran down my face and my sides were hurting so bad. I looked over at my friends, they weren't faring so well either. Soon enough I stood up and we headed out to the car once more, pushing each other playfully, the dreadful heels once again on my feet. I glanced back at the lit court, I couldn't help get the feeling I was being watched. I shook my head, I was so paranoid.
We pulled up to the condo and I ran into the house.
"I call first shower," I screamed, chuckling after hearing Bra and Marron fight over second.
I leaped into the icy spray, then screamed and fell out of the shower. I guess I set it to cold, not warm like I had expected. Soon enough I was clean, Popo had stocked us with shampoo, soap and razors too. We also had the shampoo and conditioner from the spa. I shivered, the spa, aka the hell house. I slipped into my new pajamas. They were ok, green shorts and a white tank top with a green writing spelling out "BORED" in big letters. But the shorts were way to short.
I ran into my room, and threw my clothes in the hamper on the way up the stairs. I made it to my room, which was on the second floor. It was next to the Workout room and the other office. There were only two bathrooms, one on the third floor, and one on the first. The one on the third only had a toilet and a sink, so there was only one shower for all three of us. Marron and Bra had the third floor bathroom to fight over, for makeup and hair. There was a lab on the third floor too, for Bra. I just used the desk to apply makeup.
I flung my bedroom door open and collapsed into the mass of pillows. I reached over and flicked the lamp off, bathing the room in darkness. I fell asleep quickly; the shopping had tired me out.
