Birthday Suit
My mind is running away with so much ideas for this hilarious plot! So i'm going to be eeking as much as i can before it leaves me!
I don't own Ajin, just my weird and quirky characters ^^
FuckinShitZoro: Running away? Yup but they're going somewhere. I hoped I packed enough action and content to satisfy you though!
otakuxfanxgirl: (8) Since I'm the author who likes to write as she goes along and clearly doesn't know what's going to happen in the future...I hope so too! (9) If you were to describe Alexa, what would you say about her? ;)
"Like it or not Jay, wherever you're going, I'm going with you." Her smile is gleeful, "and not every Black Ghost follows their host's commands to the letter. Sooner or later, it's going to come out, and I'll force you to describe it to me." I rolled my eyes and stabbed at the half-finished stir-fry,
"It'll probably juggle your eyeballs too while I'm at it." I mumbled and pointed my fork at her, "and for the last f*cking time. No you are NOT going anywhere with me. I can't let go traipsing overseas with me." Alexa practically clapped her hands together with delight,
"Oooooh! We're going overseas! F*ck yes you are definitely taking me with you!" She does a fist pump and dashes to her room, "I'll pack a few things for both of us since I'm pretty sure you can't sneak into your house right now. Oh, let me grab my passport too," there's a pause, "shit you need a passport to hop a plane right? Nevermind, we should take a detour and head over to my dad's place first. He's got this sweet je-"
"Alexa Miranda Owens!" My fist smashes the table silencing her, "You are NOT going with me!" The chatterbox comes storming out, her expression a storm of emotions and she jabs her finger at me,
"I swore to you the first day we met that we were going to be closer than a dildo and a clit! I'm NOT leaving you-"
"It's peanut butter and jelly." She flips me the bird and tugs her backpack over her shoulder,
"Tomato, tomato same thing I'm your accomplice. We stick togeth-" her speech is abruptly cut off when the front door is riddled with a series of knocks,
"Miss Owens? The police are at your door, we've got a call from the front desk that Miss Sotiria has been seen passing into the apartment complex. Please open the door." Choking fear spears into my gut and my mouth suddenly goes dry. We send each other a panicked look across the table. The door pounds again, this time, there's a solid kick to the wood, "Miss Owens if you refuse to comply, we will have no other choice but to use force" There is a scuffle and a female squeaks,
"Sir you don't have to do that! I'll get the janitor to fetch you the emergency key." Her heels click over the linoleum floor and fades away as she hurries down the hall. In a snap, Alexa moves, her hands grab my wrists and I'm yanked out of my chair,
"Follow me!" she whispers and begins to drag me toward the laundry room.
"What are you-" all the breath rushes from my mouth when she jerks open the dryer and points at the hole, "hell no! You are not-" strong fingers press against my shoulder and I find myself shoved and stuffed into the dryer, "Al you-" I get a mouthful of her…bra? Clothes tumble into my face as a half-dressed Alexa piles as much clothes as she could into the drying.
Readers please do not attempt this at home. It is dangerous and clearly foolish but desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Stay here! Don't make a sound!" Alexa throws me a wink, "I took acting 101. I've got this." She leaves the door partially open for me and slams the entrance to the laundry room shut.
There's the sound of stomping feet and the front door bangs open.
Have I mentioned how crass my friend is? Have I mention how much sass she has when she's thoroughly pissed off? Well…here goes…
"What the f*ck do you want." Her voice painted the picture of a woman interrupted from whatever she'd been doing and had every right to be pissed. From the way the men stammered and stumbled over their tongues to answer her, it was more than obvious that they were dumbfounded.
Alexa Owens wasn't strikingly pretty. If you passed by her on the street, you probably wouldn't bother to take a second look. It wasn't her looks that had men staring at her but the way she carried herself. She had confidence practically dripping off her telling the word that she had everything; the looks, brains and power in f*cking spades and she wasn't afraid to use them.
"M-Miss Owens? P-please dress yourself in a more a-appropriate attire." If it weren't for the clothes stuffed around me, I would've facepalmed myself.
The crazy b*tch greeted the police in her birthday suit.
Have I mentioned how much I freaking love her?