AN:/ Actually the third, but really the forth. One of the ways having a prologue ticks me off. :3
I won't be updating for maybe a day and a half, not exact, but I have family to see tomorrow and I wanted to give you something today, so I worked for about 6 hours yesterday evening to produce the next chapter.
In this, it will be a little more serious, as there will be snippets of my OC's past in the beginning. But I want to add more humor, so the script won't be exact.
As well as a plot twist. :D Well, maybe. Not sure what to call it. Ehehe.
(You can skip the italics section if you don't want to hear about Suzanne's past. It's just something I wanted to put in, for you to get a better grip on her character. And just a little tid bit, she'll be the odd one of foxes. Sweet, kind, and polite. Also clumsy and at a loss for words at times. Nothing like Nick's sly, clever front. But she is still affected by the stereotype, from almost similar events in her own past. ^^ )
-WARNING-: LONG. LIKE, TAKE A BREAK IN THE MIDDLE LONG.
She never had a bad life. And she knew that. So she tried to look on the brighter side of things. Sometimes it was difficult, but she had hope. Was always there for someone when they needed her, or, as much as she could.
Even if they hated her, even if they heard the rumors, or the facts. And believed them. She still wanted to help people, and smile. Smile for them, even if they face her with frowns. That changed one day though.
She pulled through, with tears, because of her weak heart. No matter how little, or how big, it always got to her at some point. It all comes flooding back. She couldn't help but cry when to her, it was too much. She hung on, though. It wouldn't last.
Then she would think, "It's not so bad. It's not even horrible! There are so many more people facing harder things, harder troubles, and here I am moping about little rumors."
Sadly, no matter what she did, she couldn't hide the pain. It was so small to her, the bullying. She didn't even call it bullying. Because to her, it didn't seem as bad as it was.
And through the years, she changed. Not completely. But, since the problems were small, and her heart weak. But her face stable. It was slow, but it was still there. She saw it, and wanted it to leave.
She kept the smile from those years ago, kept the heart. Forgot the personality. Forgot the genuine empathy. It wouldn't go away, so she decided on letting it be.
She needed to think about tomorrow, and what to say to the people she couldn't face.
And never get the chance. Because in the end, no matter what she did.
They would always have the last word.
Always have the comeback, and always get their point across. She would apologize, for trying to be harsh, and tell them how she felt.
When how she really felt, was guilty, and wanted to be friends. Just be friends.
All, most of them saw, was the nerd, and the weirdo in the corner who was said to be shy, and too-smart for her own good. How her kindness was just an act, and that you shouldn't believe it.
...
This kept on for a few more years, until she grew tired of it, and snapped in her own way one day.
She's not sure if she regrets it..
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"
Or if it was meant to happen..
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME?! I DID NOTHING!"
Maybe it was to widen her perspective.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M DISEASED! LIKE I HAVE NO FEELINGS, OR REMORSE!"
Give her a reality check.
"I AM HUMAN TOO! NOT JUST SOMETHING YOU CAN TOY WITH BECAUSE YOU'RE CONFUSED!"
Some of the past, aren't words spoken. Just harsh thoughts.
Her smile never truly changed, but her weakened heart grew a wall that was made of fake stone. She grew guarded, but gave people the benefit of the doubt. She hid though.
And she waited.
(Okay, here's where you can read if you skipped. :D Again, warning, LONG!)
Staring down at the snow at my feet, I glare at the white substance littering all over the ground. Great. Snow. It's pretty, but don't let it's blinding reflective existence deceive you.
"Closed. Great." Judy remarks, the clink of the lock scratching against my large ears.
I shake my head, and take a step out, and shiver at the cold the ground was covered in. If all these animals evolved to the point of cellphones, talking, and wearing clothes.
Why not shoes?!
"Hm. And I will betcha neither of you have a warrant to get in, hmm?" He looked behind him, to see me, finally putting my other foot out, wincing at the cold.
"Darn it. It's a bummer." He turned back, hands in his pockets. His breath catching the air in a mist.
I could feel Judy bristle, "You wasted the day on purpose!" She accused, as I dramatically wrap an arm around his neck, trying not to touch the snow any more than I have to. He shoved me away after coughing, and I laughed, tiptoeing over to Judy's side.
"Madam," He points to his police sticker. "I have a fake badge. I would never impede your pretend investigation."
"Yeah, I think you just lied to us both, and that sticker is as real as your shame." I point out, sticking my finger in his direction, raising my eyebrows incredulously. He gave me a look.
Judy taps her foot. "It's not a "pretend investigation". She takes out the picture of Otterton and his family. "Look, see? See him? This otter is missing."
My ears lowered, and felt my heart race in irritation. I remember this part.
"Well, then they really should've gotten a real cop to find him."
I could see Judy grow upset, and I felt my -fur- stand on end. I marched up to him, and raised my 'hand'. He raised an eyebrow.
I smacked his head, "You." Smack. He looked shocked.
"Are." Smack. He tried to dodge away, but I grabbed his arm.
"So." He pulled his arm out of my grip and started to turn away, and I quickly snatched his hand, pulling him back in the line of fire.
"H-Hey! Sto-" He began, glaring at me. "RUDE!" I finish, with one last hit to his head, harder than the rest.
Judy tugged the chain, and I was pulled away from him. He went to rub his aching skull, and I immediately let go of his 'paw'. I crossed my arms, and stared at him. He wiped his paw on his shirt. An unreadable look on his face.
"Now, since you're sans warrant, I guess we're done?" He asks, turning his attention to Judy. I forced myself from gasping. Wait. I just interrupted a part of the conversation in the movie! What? Is that bad? No, it's not that important, really. It can't be. It was anything important. Besides, I just knocked some manners into him, that's all I did.
I sighed in hidden relief, and saw my breath fade away in its mist from the cold.
"Here's your pen."
I see Nick start to grab it, until Judy throws it over the other side of the fence. "Hey!" Nick yelps, and the pen lands in the snow on the other side.
I blink, and turn around, and stare out through the patterned holes in the fence. I hide my laughter, and turn to smirk slyly at Nick, who doesn't notice. I stand on the left of Judy as Nick looks out behind the fence. "First off, you throw like a bunny." I scoff, and cross my arms. Duh. Judy looks to me, and I nod, and move behind her.
"Second, you're a very sore loser." He starts to climb the fence, as his voice fades slightly. "See you later, Officer Fluff! So sad this is over." She digs as soon as his attentions off of us, and she crawls through, and I hurry to follow after her, and slide so I' behind Nick when he hops down. "I wish I could've help more!" He jumps down, and freezes in a slight crouched position from the fall.
He sees Judy standing there, holding the pen. I see his ears flick, as if trying to hear something. I hold in a chuckle.
"The thing is," The hole beside Judy is as clear as day now. And I sneak behind Nick, and casually throw my arm around his shoulders. He jolts, and keeps his eyes fixated on Judy. I pout. Really? I thought I'd get a glare, or roll of the eyes.
"You don't need a warrant if you have a probable cause, and I'm pretty sure I saw a shifty lowlife climbing the fence." She says, beginning to smile. "So you're helping plenty!" I add, in an over-exaggerated, grateful tone, and pat his chest. He rolls his shoulders and pushes me away, and I put my hands on my hips, and stick out my tongue, going to follow Judy, now on my guard and looking around.
Grinning, I turned around awaiting to see Nick glaring at Judy, but found his eyes on me. My sly smirk faded into a surprised look, and I hummed in confusion. He looked irritated, but satisfied. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to figure his expression out, before having a gut instinct to turn and face in front of me, only to slam my nose into the license plate of the Limo Judy was trying to find. "Gah!" I grumble, rubbing my sore nose. I noticed it was adorably small compared to Nick's. I moved it trying to regain some feeling, as Judy swept the light of her phone over my nose mark that wiped away some of the snow, and flicked the rest away
"2-9-T-H-D-0-3... This is it!" Nick opens the passenger door, as he had come around. I followed Judy to the other side, and climbed in after her when she opened the driver's door. I shivered as a cold mist comes from out of the car. Judy looks around the pedal and brake, as I crawl onto the seat, grabbing the steering wheel.
"Polar bear fur."
I laugh heartily. "Ha ha ha! I am one of the best at driving, yes I am! Just see me now, turning, racing, speeding, stopping because I got pulled over- Oh no!' I gasp, and duck, and Judy looks to me wide-eyed. "What?!"
I stare at her from my spot, belly-down in the large seat. "What do you mean, "what"? Wouldn't you duck too if you just ran over a police mammal?" I ask, with the most serious face, before busting out laughing not 2 seconds later at the ticked off face Judy gave me. "Suzanne! Now's not the time for this!"
"Oh, so your classifying my sarcastic commentary as 'this'? I didn't know my ways of humoring you were getting such positive feedback." I say, smiling in a kind way to Judy. She scoffs, and pushes me, making me roll over to the far end of the front seat, back pressed against it. "Shut up, Suz'. Or I'll have to send you back to the car."
"Hey Nick! Guess what? I've just been pardoned!" I say, raising my arms in joy.
"That's a hoot, you haven't even been arrested yet." Judy rolls her eyes, as Nick opens the glove compartment, not saying a word. (POV change) He had been listening to the conversation between Judy and the peach-furred fox, and found it amusing to say the least.
Their bantering continued, and he found he'd follow in the other fox's meddling.
"Oh my God!"
Judy, though now rightfully suspicious, went "What, what?" anyway.
He pulls out a bunch of CDs. He could see the annoyed expression on the rabbits face before he even said another word. "The velvety pipes of Jerry Vole!" He grinned, satisfied with Judy's look, and turns to look at the CD cases as Judy puts the polar bear fur in a plastic bag. "But on CD... Who still uses CDs?" He tosses them back into the compartment and leaned an elbow against the bottom of the passenger seat.
"Uh, I do, thank you very much Mr. Modern." The other fox in the limo said, seemingly fed up, raising a peach-furred arm up, signaling that it was her who spoke. Nick rolled his eyes and playfully flicked her slightly darker ears, and she hissed, swatting his hand away, turning her head to look up at him. He stared down at her golden-brown eyes, and felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.
Until she looked away not a second after. She hardly ever locked eyes with anyone. He held back the urge shake his head, and went over to open the window/door that revealed the back.
(POV change back to original)
"Carrots? If your otter was here, he had a very bad day." Nick says, voice oddly soft compared to the movie. I raise an eyebrow at his tone change, and I only move to sit up in the seat. Then shoot my head up. I can change the movie! What if I accidentally get spotted? What if I say something bad? What if I can tell them about it before it happens?
Then Judy wouldn't figure out about Emmitt attacking the driver, and going to Manchas, getting attacked themselves, and end up going to the huge tower hospital thing.
Oh my. Oh no. I am seriously in the middle of a tense part. What if I do something to alter the way of the movie?
What if some things never really happened? What if I accidentally make someone- "Peach. You okay?"
I jump, and turn to see green eyes, and I blink, my eyes returning to normal. Which I hadn't noticed were different in the first place. I was gripping the driver door's interior handle. I nod at his question, and feel myself getting pulled up, and I move away from him, and walk to the mini door to the back seat area.
Judy was already inside, looking like she was waiting. She was holding Emmitt Otterton's wallet, and as I started to crawl through, felt someones 'hands' grip my sides, helping me safely through.
I thank him, but almost stop in my tracks. Since when does Nick help anyone still this early in the movie? I shake my head, and ignore everything my mind is telling me. I was slow, and he was just getting impatient.
Nick looks around and sees a cup. He picks it up and sees a fancy B imprinted on it. I knew what it meant and what was about to happen. I couldn't help but gasp, and start to nudge Judy.
"Oh no, wait a minute. Polar bear fur, rat-pack music, fancy cup." Nick gains a fearful look, and puts the cup back, organizing them.
"Yeah. I know. Real fancy. So fancy that it must be someone of high class, or a part of the mafia!" I start off calm, and end in a rush of slight fear, exasperation, and irritation. We share a look, and Judy turns to me, tugging on my arm. "We know whose car this is, and how about we go, okay? It's not going to be rainbows and sunshine if we stay any longer here. Especially with him" I say, nodding to Nick, who nodded along, and narrowed his eyes at the implied last part.
"Why? Whose car is it?" Judy asks, confused. I groan, and my ears prick. Eyes widening, I figure out just how close we are to getting found out. Should I let it happen? They will end up at a fancy dinner, but what about me? I'm an added gang member. I have no explanation. Will they decide to ice me, just for the heck of it?
"The most feared crime boss in Tundratown. They call him Mr. Big," I grimace, trying not to laugh at the irony of the shrews name. "And he does not like me," He continues, and I couldn't it.
"Isn't that obvious as is?" I add, crossing my arms. He raises an eyebrow, still fearful at being found out by Mr. Big's minions. "So, we gotta go!" He finishes, makes rapid hand gestures, of pointing and waving in the direction of the mini door leading to the front part of the limo.
"We're not leaving, this is a crime scene." Judy states, grabbing the back of my shirt to keep me from exiting the large vehicle. "Really, Judy? To be honest, I think we found all that we need." I say, trying to escape her grip. Nick groans, and grabs Judy, and pulls me by the wrist, and start to head out.
"Well it's gonna be an even bigger crime scene if Mr. Big finds me here so we're leaving right now!" Nick opens the door, and I gape at the sheer size of the two polar bears outside the door, Nick oblivious at the moment, until he turns and jumps. "Gah! Raymond!" He turns to leaning casually against the seat. "And is that Kevin? Long time no see! And speaking of 'no see', how about you forget you saw me? Huh? For old time's sake?" He asks, practically begging on his hands and knees. I roll my eyes. Good luck with that, Mr. Skunk butt.
Raymond and Kevin grab Judy and Nick by their necks, and look to me. They immediately step aside, out of the doors way, and I blink surprised. What?
I hesitantly hop out, and one of them gestures for me to follow the other around the car, and I do so, waiting to be shoved inside.
Instead, whom I think is Raymond, politely moves out of the way again, and I nod to him in thanks, but more so in shock and confusion. What?
I sit down, and Raymond leaves Judy with Kevin, and sits up front to drive.
Nick and Judy both give me startled and anxious looks. I could only nod my head at them, and shrug.
The polar bear up front, Raymond? Pulls off out of the fenced area and Judy is sitting next to me, who is sitting next to Nick, who is squashed up against the door. I see Kevin looking through pictures on his phone. He looks at one and chuckles, and I peer up at him, trying to see, and he leans his huge paw down, and I see a photo of him, I think, strangling what looks to be a husky-wolf dog in a hug. I gulp, and grunt, "Mm hm," He moves it away, and I look to see Judy and Nick staring at me in shock and fear. Mostly fear though. I shrug, biting my lip.
"What did you do that made Mr. Big so mad at you?" Judy asks in a hushed tone.
"I, um..." He visibly gulps, and I stare him down, eyes as sharp as knives. He locks gazes with me, and reluctantly continues on. "I may have sold him a very expensive wool rug that was made from the fur of a skunk..." He pauses, and I move slightly to squish him against the door harder.
"...'s butt." He finishes, before letting out a gasp of air as I relax the force I was shoving against him.
"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers." Judy mutters, ears lowered.
The limo drives up to a house and I faintly see another polar bear close the driveway. Raymond and Kevin get out, and take Judy and Nick, letting me exit the limo and walk alongside with them, shivering at how tall they were. I followed the two polar bears to a room and I look around, seeing no one inside. They push both Judy and Nick forward. Turning to the door, I stand just behind Judy, waiting as a third polar bear enters the room.
"Is that Mr. Big?" Judy whispers. I shake my head 'no' at her. Nick mutters a no as well.
A forth polar bear enters the room.
"What about him? Is that him?" Judy asks again, and I sigh, pinching the area between my eyebrows, since I couldn't really do that to the bridge of my nose.
"No!"
The fifth and the last polar bear enters the room, having to duck under the doorway to get through. He walks to the desk, and I marvel at his eyebrows.
"That's gotta be him." Judy quietly exclaims. I nudge her. It was a lot more unnerving when your right in the middle of it.
"Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!" Nick repeats, now desperate, as I deadpan.
The largest polar bear, who I really want to call Coleslaw because I can't remember his name for the life of me, if he even says his name, sits with his hands on the desk. I shrunk back at the claws. He slides his hands forward, then unclasps them to reveal a tiny chair. He turns it around, and we all see Mr. Big who is a shrew. I squint my eyes, wondering how exactly he can see with those eyebrows sitting in the way.
Judy grunts, surprised. "Huh." I smile. He may be slightly terrifying because his immense power, but he pays his debts, and helps Judy in the end, so to me, he isn't that bad.
"Mr. Big, sir, this is a simple misunder..." Nick begins, his voice small and polite. Mr. Big grunts holding out his hand. "Oh!" Nick kisses the tiny ring. "This is a simple misunderstanding."
Marlon Brando Godfather is all I could think about as the shrew began to speak.
"You come here unannounced on the day my daughter is to be married." Mr. Big spoke, resting his arm back down. I still stand back, trying not to be seen. It was odd how the polar bears didn't treat me with the roughness they did Judy and Nick.
"Well, actually, we were brought here against our will, so..." Nick laughs nervously, as Mr. Big gives him a look. "Point is, I did not know that it was your car, and I certainly did not know about your daughter's wedding!" He ends in a surprised voice. I rolled my eyes.
"I trusted you, Nicky. I welcomed you into my home. We broke bread together. Grandmama made you a cannoli." He gestures to a picture of his Grandmother. "And how did you repay my generosity? With a rug. Made from the butt of a skunk." I winced.
"A skunk butt rug. You disrespected me. You disrespected my Grandmama, who I buried in that skunk butt rug." I see the large polar bear who showed Mr. Big to us move his hands across his chest in the form of a cross. I raise an eyebrow. They have Catholic churches in a world full of anthropomorphic animals?
"I told you never to show your face here again, but here you are. Snooping around with this..." Mr. Big looks to Judy. "What are you, a performer? What's with the costume?" He asks, and then he sees me. I expect him to make fun of my outfit too, but instead he raises both eyebrows.
"Ah! Vivian, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to arrive at 9?" Mr. Big asks me, and gestures me to come closer. I look to Judy and Nick, then to the polar bears. My mouth twitches, and I slowly walk forward. I seen Nick's jaw had dropped, his eyes wide. Judy looked shocked.
Vivian? Who the heck is Vivian? I wonder, arriving in front of him. He puts out his hand, and I place a kiss to the ring on his finger as well, and I hear Judy stifle a snicker. What now?
"It doesn't matter. Fru Fru will be very happy to see you, anyway. Why don't you go down and see her now? She's dancing as we speak." Mr. Big says with a lighter tone, and I nod my head. If this is happening, might as well roll with it until I have the quiet time to freak out.
I think Kevin is the one who leaves the room, with me following behind him. As I leave, I turn and give a, "I DON"T KNOW" look to both Judy and Nick. Judy furrows her brows, and Nick raises an eyebrow, then the door closes.
I was guided to another area of the building, and a round table-like structure was in the middle, under some white cloth. Uh.
Kevin soon left, and I now noticed all the polar bears circling the table, hands clasped in front of themselves. Uh, what's with the demeaning security circle of life?
"Oh! Vivi! It's so nice to see you!"
I hear a high-pitched voice, and look down to see a small shrew, with lovely hair, and a beautiful gown, near the edge of the round table. She smiled up at me, and I walked closer, and lowered my self, so she could hug the side of my face. "How have you been? It's been ages since I last saw you!" She asked, letting go, and I moved away a little, but was still lowered.
"I've been good. You shouldn't be asking me, though. You just got married! I hope you're happy." I say, smiling kindly. She 'pssh's', and flips her hand. "Seriously? You're the one who suggested him to Daddy. And he's great! So there's no need to worry, Vivi." She reassures. Then glances over my attire.
"Oh! Did they not give you enough time to get ready? Daddy can be a bit rushy. Sorry about that!" Fru Fru apologizes, and I wave my hands frantically. "N-No, no, it's fine-" I start, but Fru Fru had already called over a polar bear, and was talking with him about getting me to a room to change.
"Well, go on! I'm going to get Daddy. It's time for our dance!" She ushered me away as the polar bear walked towards what I assumed to be the exit. Oh, crap. Really?
The scene changes to a wedding. And everything goes on as per normal. Pictures, polar bears, dancing, food, chatting, polar bears...
I was hiding behind one of them. The dress I was wearing was very beautiful. And to put it on, I had to look in a mirror.
To say I was surprised was an understatement.
I had completely understood why Nick decided Peach was a good nickname. It made sense, considering I was the color of the fruit. The picture I had taken earlier today wasn't near as helpful as looking in a mirror.
I had the same fur pattern of a regular fox, except of the usual red or dark orange, I was peach, and a light cream instead of pure white. My eyes were a light golden-brown, and matched well with my fur color. I admitted, after awhile, that I actually looked a little pretty. Though the thought of having fur disturbed me.
Then came the ears, and the tail. The ends were like a chocolate brown, but at the tips, was the creamy white again.
Oh, did I forget to talk about the dress? It was a light yellow, a warm one but not too dark, not too bright. It had a brownish-orange ribbon that wrapped around my waist, giving me a figure I didn't know I, or a fox could have. It nt down to just a few inches above the knee, and had a p\pretty patterned lacy edging at the bottom.
There was a bow at the right side, on the ribbon, and I had on white gloves that reached my elbows. I'm in love with them. The collar was that of a heart, as best as I can describe it. In short, it was comfy, not too glamorous, but not too simple. And had no straps. Oh, and the lacing at the bottom was at the top, too.
Stepping around the large white beast, I dug my black flat covered feet into the floor, biting my lip.
I have no idea where they got it, or how I managed to arrive, and actually be apart of the reception, in all matter of coincidence I was here though. Wearing a dress.
I was wearing a dress. I have no issues with dresses, really. But I had been wondering.. How did I get my tail out? It just sort of, happened. I didn't see a hole in the dress, and for it to actually fit in without hurting, it would have to have been pretty big and noticeable.
Not the point. Anyway, I was still hiding, staring out as Judy and Mr. Big discussed important matters about Otterton. I could barely make out their conversation.
"Otterton is my florist. He's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss. That's why I sent that car to pick him up. But he never arrived."
"Because he was attacked."
"No. He attacked"
"Otterton?"
"Otterton."
"Oh, Vivi!"
I snapped out of my eavesdropping, well, I wouldn't call it eavesdropping, at the sound of my "other" name. I looked over, to see Fru Fru waving me over, smiling happily. I bit my lip harder. I couldn't just act like I didn't hear her. She gave me a friggin' dress for Pete's sake!
"Y..Yes?" I answer, and step away, and out of the shadow of my hiding spot. Fru Fru gasped, and squealed in delight.
"My, you look gorgeous! I knew that dress was the one as soon as I saw you in it at the store!" I laughed at her comment, rubbing the side of my arm, and I heard a stop in the conversation. I assumed it as over, as it was rather short in the movie, and shrugged away the nervousness.
I walked closer, the lights from the party glinting off the fabric of my new dress, as well as my eyes. Swishing my tail, I chuckled. "You shouldn't call other mammals gorgeous, you're the star tonight, Fru Fru." I smiled brightly, and she hummed, and walked me to her Father. Mr. Big, telling me he was wanting to talk with me before I left. Mr. Big was sitting at a long, though small to me, table.
Which was near Judy and Nick.
"Vivian, I hope you are enjoying the party?" He asked, sipping his wine glass contentedly. I jumped in my skin, and nodded, smiling softly. "Oh! Yes, yes..." He hummed. "You're partner and boyfriend told me of the case you are working on. About Emmitt Otterton. If you would have told me before, I would have let them check out the limousine without the trouble." He said, turning to me.
I made an, 'Oh...' face. The one where you just think of what happened, and why you did the stupid thing you did. Yeah, that face.
Then I started coughing, and blushed. Clearing my throat, I laughed through my nose, mouth in a tight line.
"Oh.. My partner and... Boyfriend, explained everything, eh?" I asked, twitching my head to the side at 'Boyfriend', flexing my jaw. OH. He just HAD to go and say that, didn't he? I heard a snicker. My eye twitched.
"Mm, yes. Remember Manchas?" He asks. I nod my head. "Yeah, the nice driver who sent me here a few weeks ago to help Fru Fru with some dress choices?" I say, then tense my shoulders. Where did that come from?
He nodded. "Yes. He was attacked, and now is healing inside his home in the Rainforest District. I have given these two the exact directions. They will fill you in on everything as you leave." I nod again, and after saying my goodbyes to Fru Fru and her husband, who, I apparently knew, and Mr. Big, we were guided out and sent back to the Limo place.
We got in the car, and before I entered in, I glared at Nick.
"Nick."
"Peach."
I squinted my eyes. He raised a brow and smirked.
"That was not necessary." I say, putting my hands on my hips. By the look on Judy's face, she told me we had little time, but will give me a few seconds to vent. I deserved it.
Holding my head higher, I grabbed his arm and pulled him out, and stepped back, giving him some space away from me. I was still in the dress.
"What's wrong, peaches? Ribbon too tight? Or is it the shoes?" He asks, smirking. He was avoiding the real issue. I frown, and grab his tie, tugging him down, staring into his eyes. "Oh, yes, it's definitely the shoes." I say, in a soft voice. I could feel him tense as I move my face closer, and I could practically hear Judy's grin. This was an opportunity we both couldn't pass up.
Messing with Nick.
His eyes were half-lidded, and he looked tired. But I knew he wasn't, by the pounding of his heart. Oh no. So it was true.
I thought that he was just being his normal cocky self, but now that I look at it, I realize all the little things. The way he could never look me in the eye, or talk bad about me with a smaller grin, like he wanted me to know he didn't mean it. The way he made sure the words he said to me weren't many.
Or the fact that I could see my folded up picture from the DMV folded inside his Hawaiian shirt pocket. I placed a hand to his chest, and ran it up to snatch the picture, he shivered, and I flicked my hand, the now unfolded photo of me smiling in front of a small green screen screamed at him, in between my index and second finger.
I fold the picture up, at an agonizingly slow pace, and slide it back into the shirt pocket. I let go of his tie, and lean away. Crossing my arms, I watched him shake his head, and roll his shoulders. I got to him. That much was clear. But he took control of his emotions faster than I could blink, and was back to normal in no time flat.
He took a seat next to Judy, who was tapping the wheel in barely contained impatience. But the smirk on her face made me chuckle. She was happy to see Nick squirm for once. If only for a few seconds.
Nick met my gaze, as he turned to look at me, acting as if nothing had happened just mere seconds ago.
"Hurry up peach, we gotta get going." He ordered, relaxing in his seat. I pouted. Oh, he's just rubbing in the fact that I as going to b uncomfortable again, and it was payback for what I just did to him.
All I know is that I couldn't, and wouldn't, ever do that, to anyone, ever. Again. I only need that type of drama in TV shows, where it's not me, and it's actors. I still can't believe I just did that to him. I would've collapsed in heap, a red jelly-like mess on the ground.
How did I manage to out-sly him? With just mere actions? How? I can't even talk to my own Grandma with confidence! Where did I pull all of that from? Where have I been getting all of this, this pride, in speaking?!
After a few minutes of Judy driving, I begin to wonder. About Vivian, and who exactly was she. She wasn't me, that's for sure. Because I am Suzanne, not 'Vivi'.
And Nick. I didn't expect that type of reaction out of him. Maybe a roll of the eyes? That would make sense. But everything leads up to his expression earlier.
But that only adds to the factor of him actually falling for me. Seriously? Now of all times? I haven't even known him for a day! This is ridiculous! He must be joking. He does that a lot. Joke and be sarcastic.
Yeah, it must have been. Still. This dream is getting weirder and weirder. It just doesn't make sense. Dreams don't really make sense, do they? So, this is normal?
What if it isn't? What if this is real? What if it's not a dream? My heart stops.
I don't want it to be real. I don't.
That means I'm stuck here. No. No it's not. It's not.
It cant be.
AN:/ :DDDDD
THIS IS LONG! Longest one yet on here, and longest one I have ever written, ever. 6,516 words! ^^ I enjoyed every bit of it! I may add a warning at the top... (o-o''')
Well, I wanted to do something special because I was leaving for a day and half, and this is what I found. In the deep dark recesses of my mind. It took awhile to find it, but I did, so here you go. Minus the bow, box, and Christmas tree. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Like the plot twist? I do. It just came to me while taking a shower. And I have created a one-sided pairing. The feelings are not mutual, and Nick has figured them out, but OC-chan probably won't for a long time to come. And she will hardly be as oblivious, because she's trying to reassure herself it isn't true. And she want's Judy and Nick to be together.
It's not a quick love, because it's not said, true, or seriously shown. Judy is about done with having two sly foxes on her fuzzy wuzzy tail, and the story has only just begun.
Thanks for reading, and have a nice rest of the day/morning/night/afternoon! :3