One Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time
Finally the day arrived where Mickey came back to collect Gaston. It was the day after the swimming pool incident so he was only here for two full days, but it felt like forever. Turbo was more than happy that the big of was finally leaving, but so was I so I can't really say anything. Mickey was standing at my door with his usual stupid happy grin on his face like he was promoting some kind of lifesaving miracle product (aka himself) and I gotta be honest…I was actually glad to see him because that meant the Gastonian Era was now over.
Right now, Turbo was in the shower and Gaston was kicked back in my bed (I am definitely buying new sheets after he leaves) so I was the only one talking to Mickey.
"You owe me money," I informed the Mouse, holding out my hand as if expecting him to cough it up right then and there. "And a new gaming system since Gaston tore mine up and it was your idea to make him come here in the first place."
If Mickey had had eyebrows, then he would've cocked one at me. "How do I know he did it? You could've made that up."
My eyes lowered into a glare as I stared down at him. "I don't think Turbo or myself have the strength to break a Wii in half. So pay up. Those things are mildly expensive."
Mickey rolled his eyes at me. Why that little (censored)! "If you can't verify proof that he in fact caused the damage, I'm afraid I can't reimburse you."
If it were possible for smoke to come out of my ears, then I certainly would've been doing it now. I clenched my fists and was oh-so-tempted to knock him out of his over-sized shoes but I didn't. What would the world say about me if I punched out Mickey Mouse?
On the other hand, he had a point. I could be making it up just to get extra money out of him… which really isn't that bad of an idea given all the trouble he's caused us.
"So what about my payment for babysitting?" I inquired of him instead, remembering that he'd said something about that before he left Gaston here.
Mickey snapped his fingers and then dug something out of his pocket and handed it to me. I observed the item which was…a twenty dollar bill. I pierced my eyes into Mickey's and held the bill up to his eye level.
"Seriously? Twenty bucks, that's it?"
Mickey issued his own glare. "Consider your tax return next year for being Turbo's Guardian as a payment if that doesn't suit you. You really don't have anything to complain about since you got what you wanted with him so I'd be counting my blessings if I were you."
Wow, really, Mickey Mouse is giving me life lessons now? I mean, yeah, I guess he has a point but still…and I didn't force him to sign Turbo over to me anyway. He could have shot me down the second I suggested it, so there.
I threw the money back at him which wound up softly thumping him in the nose before flittering down to the ground. "Forget cash, I want something else," I began in an authoritative voice, or at least what I thought sounded like one. "No visits to Disney World for three months."
Mickey wiped at his nose where the money had hit him and he bent down to swoop the bill back up, tucking it into his pocket. "One month."
"Make it two."
We regarded each other with similar irritated looks, waiting for the other to back down or give up. At last, Mickey sighed gruffly and grumbled, "Fine, two months."
Ha! Victory is mine!
I offered him the fakest smile I could conjure up and informed him sweetly, "I'll go grab your friend."
I slammed the door in his face, not even bothering to ask if he wanted to come in, and huffed to my bedroom where Gaston was sprawled out on his back with his fingers laced on top of his stomach. I crossed my arms and cleared my throat to get his attention.
"All right, Pretty Boy Floyd, let's go," I commanded him bitterly, jutting my thumb behind me towards the front door. "Your ride's here."
I heard Turbo turn the shower off but the bathroom door was still closed so neither of us could see into the other room. The bathroom and bedroom share a wall, remember? Gaston sat up in one fluid motion and stretched his muscular arms out; then he started twisting his neck to work the kinks out. For crying out loud, is he stalling or something? I'm so ready for him to leave that it's driving me insane!
"Dude, for real, grab your stuff and go already!"
I know I sounded like I was begging but that was because I was begging. I came close to going down on my knees and pleading with him to go but I didn't want to be too dramatic. Plus, I think Gaston would like having a woman go to her knees in front of him. Ughhhh.
He finally stood up and stretched his back out so that he was standing at his full height, standing directly in front of me now. Seriously? He's gonna put on a show while he's preparing to leave? Give me a break. Ugh, I feel sorry for Belle for having to have put up with this moron!
Turbo had opened the bathroom door even though I wasn't standing to where I could see him. I heard it though, obviously, plus the light from the bathroom illuminated my dark bedroom. At the same time that he was doing this, I found myself getting grabbed around my upper arms by Gaston, then I was slightly lifted off the floor and...
BLECH!
Before I could even react to him picking me up, that big brute closed his eyes and...UGH!...he kissed me! He put his gross, nasty, clammy lips on mine and...it wasn't even a good kiss, okay, it was one of those rough rude kisses that kinda hurt. Everything was happening so fast but at the same time so slow. I felt absolute rage and disgust overwhelm my senses but before I could have time to process what defensive action I should take, he had already put me back down on the floor and smacked his lips.
I forcefully wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then made a mental notation that I would need to wash that hand later. "What are you doing, are you insane, that's so disgusting!" I shoved at his chest to make him get back further from me but since I'm so much smaller than him, it did absolutely nothing.
"No one says goodbye like Gaston!" he grinned slyly at me before turning his attention behind me and giving Turbo a mock salute.
Crap, I forgot Turbo had opened the bathroom door right when this was going on! I turned my head to look at him and he had his eyes narrowed and staring straight at Gaston, his teeth bared, and he was breathing so hard and ragged that I thought he would eventually pass out. His fists were balled up by his sides and I could see them shaking so I knew he was trying to not lash out and punch the guy. Gotta say, I was proud of him for not getting physically violent, but at the same time I wished he would slug Gaston in the face.
"Turbs, I'm fine," I assured him, even though I was still obviously aggravated, not to mention humiliated…and grossed out…and disappointed that my first kiss in several years was by Gaston.
Turbo didn't even say anything in response. He exhaled sharply, keeping the angry look on his face, and then brushed off past the two of us towards the door, grabbing his keys as he went. He swung the front door open and I saw him shove past Mickey and walk out of my line of sight. It wasn't too long that I heard his engine roar to life and then after that I don't know because I didn't hear anything. I guess he needed to go cool off. Personally, I felt really sick to my stomach and it wasn't just because I had a nasty surprise smooch either.
Gaston gave off a heaved sigh that sounded like he was pleased with himself, which made me feel even more nauseous, and he hiked his way over proudly with his luggage towards Mickey. The Mouse dared to grin at me and issue a good-bye wave before shutting my door for me and then going off to wherever it was he went. Jerk.
I wonder if I should call Turbs and tell him that they're gone. Then again, he's probably doing some angry driving right now and I don't want the phone call to distract him, subsequently causing him to wreck. That would be horrible; I'd never forgive myself if that happened. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give him a few minutes.
Yuck, I can still feel that barbarian's lips on mine. Yuck yuck yuck!
Turbo's POV
He…did that…on PURPOSE.
He was baiting me, I know he was. That stupid steroid-sucking freak only did that to see what I'd do. I'm not an idiot; it's no coincidence that he did that while Mickey was around, even though he didn't see anything due to him being behind a closed door. But mark my words, I bet it was a planned thing. They wanted to see if I'd go loco and knock someone's socks off to messing with Blondie, I know that's what it was.
That's why I had to get out of there. I came dangerously close to doing what they wanted and then it would've been game over for me. Not "game over" as in "death", just "game over" as far as me living in the Real World and all that jazz.
Not to mention I was JEALOUS, even though I know full and well that Blondie could care less about that jerk but the fact of the matter is that she got…
The scene played itself in my head and that only made me hit the accelerator harder. Driving fast always calms me down. It's like an outlet to release all the adrenaline and strong emotions that are built up in me. Good thing the highway was clear for the most part or else I'd be stuck in traffic and then I'd REALLY be mad.
I made it to the abandoned parking lot that I unofficially adopted in record time. I was cruising at a nice 120 mph and did my usual routine where I drove straight towards one end of the lot before slowing down in time to make a sharp turn and then doing the same thing in the other direction. Sometimes I drag out some orange traffic cones I found one day and weave in and out of those but right now I wasn't concerned with doing any fancy work.
I know I don't have a claim staked on her or anything, she can do whatever she wants but…it made me so ANGRY. That lunatic Gaston finally succeeded at making me lose my temper but at least I had enough sense to lose it somewhere else. And it wasn't even just the fact that he kissed her, it was that he did it simply to get under my skin. He doesn't give a rip about her; he was just using her to tick me off. The idea of someone doing that really tore me up inside, even though I'm fully aware that when I first came here I was using her myself so I could have a free ride in the Real World.
But I don't think like that anymore, I'm not USING her, and the thought that someone else did just to get to me just-
I slammed the brakes on and the car peeled itself out into an awkward sideways position. I shifted into Park and cut the engine, keeping my hands gripped on the steering wheel and started screaming at it. Screaming's a good way to get your emotions out too, it's even recommended on some doctor websites. Yeah, I look this crap up on the internet because I figured I needed some anger management tips, that's the only reason I know this junk.
After a good five minutes of verbally abusing my steering wheel and physically assaulting it what with my fingernails digging into rim, I finally tired myself out and rested my forehead against it. My breathing was coarse and ragged, my head was pounding, my throat raw, my teeth hurt because I was currently gritting them, my fingers were getting numb, my heart hurt, EVERYTHING hurt.
Why are they out to get me? What did I ever do to THEM? Not a darned thing, that's what. It's almost like people want to see me FAIL…but why? I bet none of the other villains who actually take their rehabilitation seriously have this problem. Come on, even Ralph and Vanellope are on good terms with me and I had tried to KILL them! Why can't everybody else just leave me alone and let me live my life, for code's sake.
I've been trying to be good for so long and I'm not exaggerating when I say it's a difficult task to keep up. It's against my nature, like I've explained before. Sure it's a lot easier to be good than it was a few months ago but I still have to work at it. It isn't fair that people are trying to trip me up! And I don't even know WHY they want me to fail at this! It goes against everything that stupid rehab center stands for, doesn't it? However, this IS the same place that threw me in a prison cell and left me there to rot just because I played a few pranks on people, so obviously they aren't as caring and supportive as they make themselves out to be.
You know, it'd be real nice to expose them for the hypocrites they are…heck, even Blondie would agree to help with that and she's not one to participate in rash behavior.
I can't win, I can't reign...I will never win this game without you, without you.
Oh my WALT, she's CALLING me. And crap, so much for keeping her new ringtone a secret. I can't talk to her right now! Not when I'm in the middle of an emotional breakdown. I can't let her know how much that ignorant oaf and that sneaky rat upset me.
I am lost, I am vain...I will never be the same without you, without you.
I pushed the "ignore" button on the phone so at least I wouldn't have to hear it anymore. I needed to have a few minutes to calm down first before I started talking to her. At this point I might say something that I'm not ready to say and she's not ready to hear and then things would just get WORSE.
"Blondie's" POV
"Hi, this is Turbo! Can't pick up the phone right now because I'm too busy being turbo-tastic but I'll call back ASAP!"
I frowned slightly when I didn't get an answer, even though I always usually smile and roll my eyes in a playful manner every time I hear his voicemail message, and I silently placed my phone on the breakfast bar so I'd have quick access to it for when-or-IF he called me back. I sat down on one of the barstools and rested my arms on it before lowering my head to rest my chin down on my forearms. Geez, I didn't think he'd be that upset, so much that he'd run off and then not even answer the phone when I called.
Okay fine, I did know he'd be that upset. I'd have to be a complete idiot to not notice his behavior around me as of late. I might constantly tell myself different or even ignore it, but that's because I'd rather not believe it. Actually, it's more like I'd like to believe it, but the possibility of things going horrifically wrong is scaring me to not accept the truth.
I might put up a big front by making myself seem fearless or tough and all those other favorable qualities, but deep down I'm scared. Like "peeing my pants" scared. The only time I honestly feel really brave is if I'm in a bad mood because then I couldn't really give a rat's molasses about anything so I don't feel guilty or feel like a terrible person for getting smart with people. If it were up to me, I'd stay at home where it was safe all the time and settle for living on the internet with other like-minded people and where I can't get hurt by anyone. Or if I do get hurt, all I gotta do is "block" or "ignore" someone or just turn the computer off or some other simple action.
Can't do that in "real life" though, you have to tackle problems head on and I'm honestly not one for confrontation. I actively try to avoid it but ever since Turbs showed up it seems like I've had to step outside my comfort zone more often than I ever have in my life. Which I guess is a good thing if I think about it enough.
And yet there's still a few things about Life that I'd rather not dive into just yet…heck, it's still scary to even tread through certain waters. Especially when it comes to how I feel…it's never easy admitting stuff like that…it'd be nice to get it off my chest, I suppose, but what if things go downhill afterwards? I'd feel like a total fool and I definitely don't want to go through that scenario.
The highway won't hold you tonight...the highway don't know you're alive...the highway don't care if you're all alone...but I do, I do.
Hearing the phone suddenly ring made me jump in my seat, since I hadn't really been expecting it, and my heart immediately raced and my head started spinning from the surprise. And yes, I changed Turbo's ringtone, but don't tell him. The other one didn't really fit him anymore since he's not anywhere near as vain as he used to be.
The highway won't dry your tears...the highway don't need you here...the highway don't care if you're coming home...but I do, I do.
Oh right, I guess I should answer the phone before he gets my voicemail.
"Hey, Turbs," I greeted quietly, pulling my knees up to my chin and hugging them with my free arm. "You all right?"
It took him a few seconds to respond, which worried me. I worry too much, I'm told.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he finally answered me with a tired voice. "They gone?"
"They left not too long after you did," I replied, rubbing one my legs now.
"Oh…" His voice trailed off and I waited for him to say something else but he didn't.
"You sure you're okay?" I asked him worriedly. "You sure ran out of here in a hurry."
"I just…" I heard him breathe heavily a few times before continuing. "I HAD to leave or…or…I wanted to punch him in the face and I…"
Turbs started breathing heavy again, almost sounding like it was paining him to do so.
"Didn't want to get in trouble for it?" I finished up for him.
It took him another few long seconds to just say, "Yeah…"
I bit my lip for a few seconds then added, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wanted to punch him too….of course I might've broken my hand being that he's built like a boulder." I lightly laughed off the last part, hoping maybe it would ease up the mood.
"Yeah, he is pretty big…" he said in a quiet voice. Crap, I didn't mean for him to feel insignificant or whatever.
"Oh well he's gone now and it's just us two again," I decided to say, making myself sound happy for his sake. "Anyway, I'm going to Wal-Mart to get some new bedding. If you want to pick out a new game system, you can come up there and find me so we pick something out. You can get whatever you want since you play more than I do anyway."
"Mickey didn't pay you money for it?"
I felt my stomach churn and I reluctantly said, "No."
Turbs called Mickey a very ugly word that I'm not going to repeat. To be honest, I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing because I didn't think he was saying it to be funny.
"Hey, but I did manage to get you out of probation visits for two months," I notified him with a smile. "That's bound to better than any monetary payment, right?"
"You did WHAT?" He sounded surprised, which is what I'd hoped for. "Wow, no foolin'? Two months?"
"Yep, two whole months without having to go visit the Mouse or anyone else for that matter," I happily assured him.
"You're the best, blondie," he said in a soft complimentary manner. I could hear the smile in his voice, if that makes sense.
A big grin spread across my face hearing that. It's always nice being told that you did something right. "Aww, it was nothin', really," I tried to downplay it, feeling a hint bashful about it now. "Um…so I'm gonna go to the store now, you gonna come along or what?"
"Hm? Oh yeah! I'll, I'll be there in a few," he spat out quickly, giving off what sounded like a nervous laugh at the end. "Um, see ya!"
He hung up before I could say "bye", which slightly upset me but it wasn't anything to cry about so I just shrugged it off. Okay, so off to Wal-Mart!
(His ringtone for me is "Without You" by Usher and David Guetta. My ringtone for him is "Highway Don't Care" by Tim McGraw and Taylor Swift.)
