Chapter 6
"DIE, REBEL SCUM, DIE!"
"Mel, shut up."
"Go Puffy, Ami, Yumi!"
"Seriously, Mel, shut. The fuck. Up."
"DIE!"
"God, if you don't shut up, I will come over there and strangle you with my pillow!"
It was midnight, I was in my room, watching Puffy, Ami, Yumi, while playing Star Wars Battlefront II. Tony was in the next room over, and extremely annoyed. I grinned as I heard a thump against the wall. Obviously, he had thrown the pillow.
"Tony, you really need to calm down and get some sleep. We're probably going to have a crazy day tomorrow," I called out, snickering. I heard Tony groan and mumble something, probably curses. Laughing, I hopped off my bed and turned off my PlayStation 2. After a moment of thought, I paused Puffy, Ami, Yumi as well, and turned off the T.V. Humming, I pulled a sheer, transparent nightie over my turquoise tank top and black Soffee shorts, then slipped my feet into black ballet flats. "Stupid inability to sleep," I mumbled, pulling the door to my room open and slipping out into the dark of the sleeping ship.
Silently and swiftly I made my way through the corridors, wandering mindlessly until I came to a familiar door. The computer room. The door was slightly ajar, and there was a faint light coming from the room. I could hear small, quiet sounds. Curious, I poked my head into the room, and saw Bruce at the computer, typing away. He turned.
"Oh, hello Melanie," he said, nodding. I nodded, my eyes asking a question. "Come on in."
"Sorry for interrupting your work. I couldn't sleep."
"It's alright. I couldn't sleep; not getting much headway on this, either." He smiled as I pulled a chair up and sat next to him. "What brings you out here?" he asked. I grimaced.
"Well, Tony's not very good company when he's tired and annoyed. For some reason, he was threatening to strangle me with a pillow while I was playing an intense round of Star Wars Battlefront II. Also, I don't think he likes Puffy, Ami, Yumi." Bruce smiled, then tilted his head and looked at me thoughtfully.
"What's the story with you and Tony?" he asked. "You two argue like an old married couple." I laughed.
"We've been best friends since we were in fourth grade. If you can believe it, I was actually kind of nice back then." I chuckled. "Anyway, Tony's family was rich, but he never got to spend much time with them. Everyone at school wanted to be friends with him because he had money, all the cool gadgets. That's when I showed up. My family is filthy stinking rich, if you didn't know. So, of course, everyone wanted to be my friend too. I'd heard about Tony, so I waded through the people that surrounded him, and told them to give him room. 'He's a person, not a robot. He needs to breathe too,' that's what I said. They backed off, and I introduced myself as Queen Melanie the Awesome of Narnia. We've been friends ever since."
Bruce laughed. "Queen Melanie the Awesome of Narnia? That's a good one." I grinned.
"I try."
"Well, Your Majesty, I think you were right to go help him. He might have ended up even worse than he is now." We both laughed at that.
"He's actually not that bad, once you've known him for around, what, 20 years? You get used to it." We sat in companionable silence for a couple minutes, listening to the hum of the airship and the computers.
"AWKWARD TURTLE!" I shouted, scaring Bruce out of his mind. He gave me an inquisitive and somewhat wary glance. "Sorry," I giggled. "Normally I'm not this loud. Especially around people I've only known for two, three days. I dunno, I guess I just feel really comfortable around you." I smiled up at Bruce, only to see him frowning, brow draw together, brown eyes upset. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"No one should feel comfortable around me. That's asking for trouble." He shuddered, obviously thinking of something terrible. I shook my head.
"Bruce, I've been asking for trouble ever since I was born. I asked for trouble when I befriended Tony, and that paid off, no pun intended. A couple years ago, I asked for more trouble, and nothing's really been the same since. But if you think you're trouble, fine, I guess I'm asking for more." I crossed my arms against my chest and stared up at him, unrelenting. "Honestly, you'd think I can't take care of myself," I muttered. Bruce looked at me, expression unreadable. "Whatever. Do you know where Loki is? I wanna go shout at him for a little bit."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"Come on, Bruce, I'm crazy. It'll be fine."
Sigh. "Alright."
A/N: Dear readers, I am sorry for not updating when I was supposed to. I'm trying to get a schedule worked out for updating, but whenever I pick a day and get ready to update, I end up getting pulled around doing jobs and the like.
Okay, making excuses is not good. I'm sorry.
Anyway, my Chiuaua had puppies this morning. :) They're cute. But not nearly as cute as my Bassett Hound. No dog can ever get near her cuteness, except for perhaps another Basset. Bassett puppies are the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life.
