A/N I don't own Osmosis Jones, or its characters; they are owned by Warner Bros. The rest, I DO own.
Devilgirl123: I don't think I'd be able to say anything XD
Chapter 7
Annabelle had a blast hearing of the adventures of the "Private Eyes of Hector," as Ozzy called themselves. She had heard of all of the enemies they beat, and the laughs they had; some of the laughs were the kind that came after the situation occurred.
She asked about getting a car like Thrax's, and she was surprised with the response she got. "I made it, but not in the way you'd expect." He said, scratching Almira among her huge bangs.
"What do you mean?"
He jerked his head towards the door before standing and saying, "Let's go to the junkyard, an' I'll show ya what I mean."
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Annabelle followed him and Almira out of the apartment, and into Thrax's car. He refused to elaborate what he meant until they came upon the junkyard. Without Ozzy's car in front, the car sped down the ventricles.
"There's always an area where people dump cars that are still workin', but aren't in the best of shape. Basically, they dump 'em there." After parking by the junkyard, they all stepped out, and Almira and Annabelle followed Thrax to a car that had seen better days; but when Thrax turned the key, which had been left in the ignition slot, it sputtered to life. Thrax turned it off, took out the key, and told Annabelle to stand back. "This is where the magic happens." He winked.
Annabelle watched as his burner claw glowed to a bright orange color. Her dark-blue eyes widened; she had heard about his claw doing that, but hadn't seen it herself until today. He shoved his claw into the ignition slot of the car. The car molded into a sleek design, like Thrax's car, with a pointed nose, but no fins. It turned bright orange, with yellow flames that started at the nose, and flowed towards the back.
Annabelle's eyes lit up at the sight of the new car. "Oh…my…whoa! That was so cool! How'd you do that?"
"Just the ol' magic touch." Thrax said proudly, blowing the tip of his claw, like a cowboy blowing the smoke from his recently-used revolver.
"Can you control how the car will look?"
"No, it's random. Probably a good thing too; otherwise, we'd get our cars mixed up." He reached in, took out the keys, and tossed them to Annabelle. "Try 'er out. You can drive, can ya?"
"Yes, I can drive," Annabelle scoffed, laughing. "I learned; I just didn't have a car to drive."
"Well, now ya do."
"First you get me a new job, and now a new car! How can I thank you?"
"Just a simple thanks'll do…this time." He winked, chuckling. "What'll ya say when someone asks 'bout it?"
"I'll just say a friend made it for me, which is technically true." Annabelle stepped in, buckled up, and started the car. It hummed to life, purring like a kitten. She drove around the junkyard a couple of times before stopping, and sticking her head out the window. "She rides real smooth; I love it!" She grinned.
The next day, when Annabelle stepped out of her new car to go to work, the girls were instantly impressed…well, all but Megan. "Where'd you get it?" Penelope asked.
"A friend made it for me." Annabelle simply said as they walking into the club.
"What friend?" Megan scowled. "Y'know, it looks like Thrax's car. Did he make it for you? What makes you so special that he gives you presents?"
"Told you." Alexis muttered to Annabelle.
"You know, Megan, I'm not stopping you from introducing yourself to Thrax when he comes in," Annabelle said. "I'm really not. And another thing, I don't appreciate you making me feel like I'm not worthy of getting gifts from my friends."
"I just don't see what he sees in you."
"He doesn't see anything in me. Him flirting with me, he's just being nice. Him calling me 'baby,' he calls everyone that. He even calls his pet hyena 'baby girl.' If you want to flirt with him, go ahead! I don't care! Period!" With a growl, she stormed through the Employees Only door to change into her work clothes. She rubbed her temples with her fingers, groaning under her breath. That girl is such a pain in the ass! If there was one thing she didn't like about her job, it was Megan Crystal.
Megan never stopped belittling Annabelle, but she did do it less. It wasn't as though Annabelle wasn't used to being insulted, but she still didn't like it; no one she knew liked being insulted. And to be honest, she didn't know why Megan disliked her so much. At first, she figured it was her differences, as it always was. But that seemed to be less and less of the issue; it was more of her being jealous that Annabelle was friends with Thrax.
Yes, Annabelle admitted Thrax was handsome and charming. But she wasn't looking for a romantic relationship yet. And if she was, she wasn't going to jump right at Thrax. If there was one thing she learned about him from the past month she knew him and his friends, it was that the virus was lady's man. He could both charm a lady and intimidate a man, and he very well knew it. And Annabelle felt that if he had a choice, he wouldn't pick herself as a girlfriend. Had she voiced this to any of her friends, they would have told her otherwise; that she was a beautiful, sassy, young lady, who any man would be lucky to have. Well, Annabelle didn't have as much self-confidence as she felt she should have, and wasn't confident that Thrax would ask her to be his girlfriend, when he could pick any free woman in Hector.
And anyway, it wasn't as though Annabelle wanted to be Thrax's girlfriend in the first place.
That night, when Annabelle didn't have a shift, she invited Martha and Ursula to the Bladed Shoulder, as her childhood best friends hadn't seen it yet.
"Nice place," Martha nodded. "Much better than that crappy place you used to work. Thrax had the right idea of getting you this job."
Ursula nodded in agreement. "I know; I hear it from the guys too." Annabelle said as they sat at a table.
One of Annabelle's germ co-workers approached the table; she had red-purple skin with black spots, three eyes with glasses, and short black hair tied in a small ponytail. As well as her work outfit, she wore a thin, black and blue-striped scarf, and a peace sign necklace. "Hey, Annabelle." She greeted.
"Hey, Monica," Annabelle smiled. "These are my best friends, Martha, and Ursula. This is one of my co-workers, Monica."
"Pleased to meet you both. What'll you girls have?"
"Just some glucose sodas."
"No ice in mine." Ursula requested.
"Coming right up." Monica nodded, pushing her glasses up.
"Speaking of the guys, you'll never guess what happened today at work." Martha said with a secretive grin.
"What happened?" Annabelle asked.
"You're not even gonna guess?"
"You said we'd never guess." Ursula pointed out.
"Yeah, you're right. All right, I'll tell you. I've started going out with Osmosis Jones!"
Annabelle squealed as though she were in high school again, but stopped when Ursula gave her a look. "Really? How'd it happen?"
"It was at work. I was standing by the water fountain, drinking some water. Ozzy walks up, bein' all cool and macho. He says, 'Hey, Marty; yer a sight for sore eyes.' So, I say, 'Why're your eyes so sore?' And he says, 'From lookin' at you from afar.'"
"Dang, that guy comes up with remarks real quick, huh?" Annabelle remarked as Monica set three glucose soda drinks—one without ice—on the table.
"Yeah. So, we're flirting back and forth, and subconsciously stepping closer and closer to each other. And finally-"
"Next thing she knows, they're making out." Ursula interrupted with a smirk.
"Hey, I was getting to that." Martha pouted.
"So, you admit to doing that?" Annabelle asked.
"Yeah, I do. One minute, we're flirting; the next, we're sucking face."
"Ew. Not the kissing, just the term." Ursula said, making a face.
"You know, I thought you guys were made for each other." Annabelle remarked, sipping her drink. "You're both chatty, and like to show off, but you're good for a laugh."
"Plus, two people always seem to be arguing or flirting, and the next thing, boom! They're kissing." Ursula added.
"So, anyway, when we're done, Ozzy asks, 'You wanna go somewhere with me?' And I ask, 'You free this Saturday?' And he answers, 'Sounds like a plan.'"
"I was wondering when you two were gonna hook up." Ursula said.
"So, Anna, when're you gonna get a man?"
"Who says that since you're going out with a guy, that I need a boyfriend too? And why not Ursula too?"
"Girls, you know that I'm not looking for a guy." Ursula said, taking a sip of her drink.
"You know, my mom always said, 'If a girl's not lookin' for a guy, she's usually lookin' for the opposite thing.'"
"Oh, so now I'm looking for a girl?" Ursula raised an eyebrow as her friends laughed.
"I didn't say that," Martha defended herself.
"Ah, leave her alone, Marty," Annabelle said, elbowing her best friend. "Some people are perfectly fine being alone."
"Like you?"
"Even if I wanted to look for a guy, my choices are very limited by guys who won't be wary of my eyes and skin."
"What about Thrax?" Ursula asked.
"What about him?"
"Are you blind, woman?" Martha snapped. "He gets you this awesome job, he makes you a car; open your eyes! He likes you!"
"Martha, he can have any girl in Hector-"
"And he wants you! Ursula?"
"I have to agree with Martha, Anna," The muscle cell nodded. "I know you said that Thrax flirts with you to be nice, and he calls everyone 'baby,' but I'm pretty sure he doesn't give anyone a new job and car."
"Ozzy even said he never expected Thrax to get you a car." Martha added.
"Look, I'm not gonna say any more on the matter. I already told Megan she could flirt with Thrax if she wanted, and that I didn't care."
"What the hell did you do that for?" Martha screamed.
"She obviously likes him; my co-workers say that, and I've seen it with my own eyes."
"Ann-"
"Nope! No more!"
"I was just gonna say you're a very stubborn, blind, and stupid person."
Ursula just rolled her eyes; but for once, it wasn't at her chatty friend.
A/N There's a big chance I'll time jump the next chapter because there are some juicy events I want to write about, and I'm running out of ideas to build up to that.
I'm not sure whether when Thrax turns cars into badass, racing, flaming cars, it's always the same car or not. We only saw the one car in the film, so we don't know if the cars are always the same or not. I'm gonna just say it's random, and the cars aren't always the same. I'm not sure if I'll draw Annabelle's car because to be honest, I SUCK at drawing cars; the pictures I drew of the family car when I was younger look more like block toys than cars.
A bit more of Megan's character. Yeah, she's nasty. Period.
In case it isn't obvious, Annabelle has a bit of a crush on Thrax. But she's not confident enough, if at all, that he feels the same about her. So, yeah, she's blind to the fact that Thrax MAY like her.
I know that in another chapter, I said the germ co-workers were triplets. Well, when I was designing the girls, I forgot -_- Well, let's just say that in the cell world, fraternal triplets don't always look at least similar, and leave it at that.
How many of you saw the Ozzy/Martha pairing coming? I'll admit, I liked Ozzy/Leah as much as the next guy, but he's in Hector, and there's no Leah. I know there's that girl he likes in O&D, but I prefer Martha to her (although I haven't seen all of the episodes yet)
I guess we can safely say Martha and Ursula are Thrax/Annabelle shippers XD All kidding aside, they're just trying to convince Annabelle that there's a chance Thrax likes her. But she's too stubborn and not confident enough to agree.
