Thanks to CaciaCoon for reviewing yet again, along with Sophia Lena Duchannes Riddle for leaving a wonderful review! If you didn't know, which my friend, solluxcaptour, didn't, they are all supposedly in eighth grade, going to my middle school. Yeah, I got that bored and apathetic. Oh well, really hope you like this. Don't forget to review, I still feel psyched when I get one, and I always try to send a reply if you aren't anonymous.
~predatoryExcitement
BBBBZZZZZTTT! My alarm jolts me awake. The last day of school for the week. Ooh I can't wait for the weekend! I don't really have to get up unless I want to go somewhere, or mom is...
I sit up in bed and rotate, slipping my slippers on. I lazily get out of bed, standing up. I don't feel like moving today, more like doing a face plant onto the couch and watch the animal channel all day. Oh well, I get to see Karkat, and Equius, and Terezi. I trump downstairs, grabbing the Fruity Flakes and a bowl, putting the bowl into the bag, and grabbing a spoon, turning around, expecting there to be a bowl full of cereal. I see a bowl stuffed inside an open, gigantic, red bag. Damn tiredness. I remove the bowl from the bag, placing it on the counter, filling it with delicious, previously bowlified, fruity cereal. Scooping up some, I deliver it to my mouth, filling it with the combination of I don't know what kind of fruits, I just know it's good. I eat the whole bowlful, then trudge back upstairs, and get dressed. I end up getting frustrated and walk into the hall with pants on my head, wailing like a dying cat. Meulin rounds the corner and sees me being a douf, and stares at me. She steals the pants off my head and sticks them into the laundry basket she's carrying and keeps walking. I chase after her, attempting to retrieve my favorite pair of jeans.
"You asked me to wash them," Meulin states, holding the jeans protectively.
"No, I was saying random stuff. You just read my lips," I complain, reaching for the blue wad of clothing.
"But I want them!" she whines mockingly. Man, for a deaf person she can really sound like me. I glare at her until she hands them over. I then walk into my room and get dressed appropriately, returning downstairs and grabbing my back pack. I haven't even opened it at home since I went back. My teachers have been refraining from giving me homework this week, but next week I'm fully back in. Oh, I just positively can't wait! Yeah, sarcasm. I walk out to the car and sit next to it on the freezing ground. That's the only reason I hate autumn, the ground is cold in the mornings. Meulin walks out, locking the door behind her and getting into the driver's seat, I sit in the passenger's.
My school day was plain as usual, but I got Karkat and Terezi to agree to come to my house at noon, Saturday, Equius insisted to come. I ended up having Terezi miss the buss and hang out with Karkat and I until Meulin picked us up. After complaining about not wanting to be my chauffeur, she let's all three of us in. I sit in the passenger seat with Karkat and Terezi in the back. Terezi rolls down her window so she can "smell the surroundings". It ends up turning her hair into a frizz-ball by the time we get to Karkat's. Meulin insisted Terezi spend the night.
"Oh," she replied, her voice nasally. "I'd have to ask Ms. Pyrope. Clear it with her. Never want to get on a lawyer's bad side!"
"Of course, I defurnetly wouldn't want that to occur," Meulin said. "I'll drop by your house right now." We eventually made it to Terezi's, which was half way across town next to the little league fields. I'd been there many times, but it seemed different now. Yeah, it was still between the two driveways to the church behind it, but it was starting to overgrow. Maybe Ms. Pyrope wasn't getting as many cases recently. There were plentiful trees, in fact there was a major abundance. Teal, red, and yellow flower vines encased the chain link fences, even the gate was covered in vines. The house was a dark burgundy, and the shingles were a dark brown, maybe even a black. Terezi hoped out of the car and jogged inside with her binder.
After about five minutes, Terezi came jogging back out with a small backpack on her back. She gets back into the backseat. "The judge has come to her verdict! The defendant..."
"Is allowed to go to her best friend's house!" Terezi exclaims, getting buckled. Meulin puts the car into drive and pulls away. We pull into the driveway of my house. Terezi rolls up the window and pulls her seeing stick out, tracing every bump and nook with it. She maneuvers around the post and up the steps to the door, pulling out her copy of the house key and opens the door. I follow into the house and step into the living room, and I see Terezi dogging her way up the stairs on all fours. She usually does this, it's actually easier than getting the end of her cane stuck on every step. I walk into the kitchen, planning on getting some snacks. I grab a couple popsicles, one apple, and the other cherry. I walk upstairs, turning into my room to see her sprawled out on the floor, her strawberry blonde hair flopping every which way, laptop in her lap.
She takataks away at her keyboard, I still don't know how a blind can type that fast. It looks like she's already on pester chum, not really talking to anyone, and she has some music on. I don't personally recognize it, but I think it's pretty cool. I hand her Popsicle, the cherry one obviously, and she sets her laptop to the side, accepting it.
"So what are we going to do exactly?" Terezi asks me.
"I don't actually know, we could role-play!" I exclaim, not understanding why I didn't think of it in the first place.
"Live action?" she questions.
"Why not?" I reply, she nods. "AC takes aim at her soon to be prey, readying to purrounce!"
"The mighty dragon does not see the lioness, rather, smelled her."
"AC pounces! Greeting GC happily."
"GC slides AC off her back, remaining unharmed."
"AC purrowles around GC, thinking of the furry purrfect tactic."
"GC does not sense the huntress and begins to get worried," Terezi utters, turning multiple times trying to sense me. I toss a stuffed animal to distract her. She turns toward me, uttering, "I've got you now!" and jumps on me. "GC captures the mighty huntress, holding her in her claws, not harming her."
As I wriggle out of her grasp I declare, "AC climbs out of GC's grasp, escaping to her cave." I crawl under the bed, hoping she doesn't sense me there.
Terezi sneaks up to the bed, tackling the blankets on top. "AHA... huh?"
I crawl out from under the bed silently, gearing up to jump on her, when she turns and jumps on me, her glasses absconding from her face and landing on the floor. I have to make sure to keep her and me from there. She lands on me, pushing me to the ground. Meulin opens the door. "What are you two doing? You're shaking the whole house, literally! The tea kettle was half way off the burner!"
"We're roleplaying?" I inquire, ashamed of myself for not behaving better.
"Well, just try not to move us off the foundations of this house," Meulin instructs. "Now, do you two want a beef roast?"
My mouth starts watering at the mere mention of food, let alone meat. I nod and exclaim, "Yes, of course!" Terezi's mouth is watering, just by the look of it. Meulin snickers and walks out, closing the door behind her. Continuing her attack, Terezi looks down at me. Her fingers at ready, she starts tickling me. I can't stop laughing, I can't even hear myself think, and I'm laughing so loud. I attempt to push her away, just bringing on her attacks even further. I can't breathe! I eventually get her off of me and sit up, winded, but still can't stop laughing. My sides ache as though they had been brutally stabbed multiple times, and I curl up into a ball, the laughter dying down. I turn my head to see her sprawled out, appendages at discord. She rolls over and sighs, the laughing fest now over with, like a flash flood rolls out as quickly as it rolls in. I stand up and reach my hand out to her. She grasps it and I help her up, retrieving her cane and glasses, putting them in her hands and on her face. We head out of my room and down the stairs, where Meulin is watching a Romance/Tragedy. Sneaking past her, we make it outside to the front yard, its wonders awaiting us.
I think for a second and walk over to the tree in the front of the yard by the driveway. It's probably two trees, but I consider it one. There are two trees, growing right next to each other, both about one foot in diameter. The one further from the driveway going straight up, the one closer bending off to the side and working its way back straight. There are dark blue flowers I planted there for Equius a couple years ago, and they're perennials, so they've stayed that way for a while. There are also some other flowers barely worth mentioning. My house is a darker tan, with an okay yard. The upper story has a converted attic for Meulin as her bedroom, a nice, lofty space for art and other stuff. I admire her room, she got to design it when she was thirteen, and I've admired it ever since.
Anyways, I turn my attention back to the trees. If I can climb them up to where Terezi can't poke me with her stick, maybe I can get the drop on her. I set to work, being very quiet about it as she sniffs (and eats...) a couple flowers. Particularly the ones on the other side of the yard. I glare at the tree, setting a foot on it, hoisting myself up. I get about twenty feet up and call lightly for Terezi, attempting to disperse my voice. Turning, she walks over to the tree and yells, "You're in the tree, Nepeta. Get down before you hurt yourself!"
"Awww, how did you know?" I question, landing perfectly on my feet in front of her.
"I smelled your scent go up the tree, and not come down. Also, your voice came from the area of this tree, but slightly above me. Those two factors made me one-hundred percent certain you were in the tree," she explained, me barely following.
"Well, want to go inside now?" I ask
"Sure, why not. It's starting to get chilly," she responds.
"And dark," I add, heading toward the house. Terezi follows me inside, and I run into Meulin as she was about to open the door. "Oh, sorry," I apologize.
"It's alright, dinner is done," she replies. "I efurren set purrlaces out so you wouldn't have to grab plates."
"Thanks, we appurreciate that," I call to her as Terezi and I walk into the kitchen/dining room combo. There is a gigantic beef roast, with mashed potatoes and gravy. My mouth is watering so much I almost drool, I step forward, almost digging in, then remember I have a guest. I ask her what she wants, which is everything, and pile it on her plate. She turns and sits down at the table while I get what I want, which is everything, and sit across from her. By sniffing the plate, she can tell where everything is. After we're done eating, we head upstairs.
Terezi goes to her laptop, and I sit on my beanbag and start drawing in my sketchbook. After about thirty minutes, I have a picture of Terezi staring up the tree and my feet dangling from my perch. Terezi turns around. "What're you doing?" she asks, her voice bored.
"Umm," I set my sketchbook down in its usual place. "Nothing, really."
"You were drawing," she states, and I get a guilty look on my face, not that she could tell. Her voice was slightly hurt. "I know you draw well, go ahead. I can never make anything like that."
"I'll help you!" I exclaim. "I'll teach you how to draw!"
"How?" Terezi inquires.
I set the pad and pencil in front of her. "Just imagine what you want to draw, and let your pencil trace it."
"Well, how will I be able to tell where the lines start and end?" she queries.
"Umm…" I trail off, then get an idea. "I have pencils with scented led! They're colored, but erasable. I'll let you use one."
"Do you have a cherry one?" she questions.
"I knew you'd ask," I reply, handing my red, cherry pencil to her.
She takes the pencil and sniffs it, inhaling the scent so she can track it across the paper. In a few minutes, she has the rickety outline of a dragon head scrawled across the paper. I'm amazed at what she's done. Last time I saw her try to draw, all the lines were out of place. The lines here are almost, if not exactly, where they need to be, never off more than half a centimeter. I can't do anything but stare. She takes her pencil away and holds up the pad towards me, and there is an amazing dragon's head on it, looking extremely lifelike. I could only stare at it in disbelief. "W-what do you think?" she hesitantly questions me. I don't say anything, I'm too astonished by her work. "I hear your breathing, huntress, now does it look okay?"
"I-it l-l-looks…" I trail off, still amazed.
"Go on," she coaxes.
"It looks… amazing!" I exclaim, causing her to jump by the volume of my voice. I jump forward and hug her really tight. "Ooooooooooooo, you did soooooooooooo well, Terezi!"
"I-I did?" she asks hesitantly.
"Yeah, it's amazing, beautiful," I say, still squeezing her.
She lightly tosses the pad and pencil aside, and hugs me back with equal force, cracking my spine. "Thanks, I needed to do that."
"You're welcome."
"Heh Heh."
"It's midnight, we have a big day tomorrow, and I'm furry tired. We should go to bed," I explain.
"Aww… Okay," Terezi complains, then agrees. I grab my air mattress and blow it up, throwing a couple blankets down afterwards from my bed. Terezi sets them up and places her glasses and cane down on my dresser, changing into dragon pajamas. She crawls into her bed as I crawl into mine. Soon after, we fall asleep.
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"GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP!" Terezi yells at the top of her lungs, bouncing on top of me, jolting me awake.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! TEREZI!" I scream, scared out of my mind. "What the hell?"
"I needed to get you up. It's almost noon!" she exclaims.
"I SLEPT FOR TWELVE HOURS!" I yell, confused out of my mind.
"Yeah. You might want to get dressed, Karkat should be here soon."
I sit up and jump out of bed, scurrying to get my clothes on. Undergarments, check. Jeans, check. Shirt, check. Hat, check. Wait, I don't think I'll wear it today. Trench coat, check. I'm ready to go. I run into the bathroom and brush my hair after washing my face. I turn and run into Meulin (how many times have I done that?).
"You're going to see a guy looking like that?" she exclaims.
"Yeah?" I hesitantly respond.
"No, you aren't. Come in here," she commands, dragging me back into the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Purrhaps some eyeliner will look good on mew…"
"WHAT?!"
"I want mew to impress him, so mew have to look purretty."
"Are you saying I don't look purretty already?"
"No, I'm just trying to make mew look purrettier."
"I'm purrfectly fine, Meowlin."
"Could I purrhaps just put some mascara on mew?"
"If it isn't a lot and it'll make you shut up, yes."
"YAY!" she waltzes over to the cabinet and grabs out her make-up drawer. She crouches in front of me and grabs her mascara, opening it and wiping off the end, she makes me sit still. She makes me close my eyes and look up. I follow instructions and in no time I'm set free of my captivity. I run out of the room and into mine, slamming the door behind me. Terezi asks me what the fuss was about. I tell her about my run in with Meulin and sit on my bed. I look at the time and stand up, its five minutes to twelve, so I hop my way downstairs, not stopping at the door, instead heading to the kitchen. I make a bowl of minute oatmeal, and sit backwards on the couch, gazing out the window. Eating the hot cereal as fast as I can, I stare at every moving thing out there. A squirrel runs across the road, climbing up the tree and into the power lines. A car drives by, making me get excited, but it's a white sedan. A couple birds fly with each other from their old, used nest. The neighbor gets into their car and drives away, leaving the house empty. I'm getting antsy, and I can't wait for Karkat to get here. Terezi sits next to me and smells the glass. I don't know what she smells, but she obviously likes it. My brain is going to explode if he doesn't get there soon. I get up and walk outside, the cold air freezing my lungs. I walk across the crunching grass and out to the street. There's nothing but the city hall/police department at the end of the street. I walk back to the porch and sit on the bench, still clutching the almost empty bowl of oatmeal. I set it down and walk over to the street, seeing Kankri's vehicle turning onto the street.
I couldn't stop writing, literally. I really hope you guys like this one!