Chapter 7
Where's Fiona Phillip's
By. Wicked Princess
Fiona woke up to the dull throbbing in her head. She didn't even want to open her eye's.
"Good morin' Little Duck! Wakey, wakey now." The thickly accented voice broke through Fi's tranquility. Fi groaned. "Oh, come on then, how's arm almost better? OH what am I saying of course its better isn't it Little Duck?" Bricru said his borrowed face inches from hers. Fi opened her eyes to stare into Carey's eyes. Those eyes that had looked at her so many times, those eyes that if you looked into you could see the smile in them. It was the mistchief there that was unfimiliar and there was something else that those eyes held. Bricru. The emotions shown on Carey's face and his eyes that were not his own told something to Fi. Bricru had a secret. No of this showed on Fi's face, nope she hid her feelings well, all that registered in Fi's face was surprise.
"What? He was the only one awake out of the lot of them. You humans sure don't take advantage of the physical realm and time you have, sleeping the day away, eating when you could be doing something usefull like-" Bricru's words were cut off by Fiona's. "Like rubbing your butt against a tree?" Fi's voice sounded dripping with sarcasm. "Ha, ha, ha." Bricru/ Carey said in that deluded laugh of his as he backed away from the bed to retrive something out of Fi's vision. "Get up little one, we are on a mission." Bricru said in the most extatic voice as he threw Fi some clothes. "And who do these belong to?" Fi said sitting up and throwing the covers back. "One of your little friends I believe. One of your 'new' friends." Fi's head snapped up from its position of putting on socks to Bricru. "They arrived a a short time ago. Good for you had I not possesed this body, one of you dear wholesome family members, might have seen your new friends." Bricru said stepping out into the hall.
A stupid goofy smile spread over face. An hour, Nick had the guys had outdone them selves. Really they had never come to her 'aid' so quick. "I guess the big nasty 'Bitch' routine really works on those idiots he's got working the bar." Fi said to her self as she put on the tight ripped jeans. They were definitely Cleo's jeans. Fi slipped off the shirt Molly had put on her. Fi proceeded to put on the hot pink bra that said 'princess' all over it in cute handwriting. Only one person would bring that, Nick. Fi picked up the leapeord print, spandex type material, tank top from the floor. The shirt was one size to small for Fi and showed the hot pink lacey edge of her bra, peeking out of the low-v neckline. As Fi looked in the mirror she could just picture Ray, him trying out his latest line on her. Fi smiled and laughed to herself. Her friends were here. She could feel there presence all around her. She had missed it. Fi quickly brushed her hair quickly not caring that it looked like crap. Fi ran out to the hall to meet her friends. What she found she could have never expected.
Hope you all liked it, maybe I'll finally find time to post my other story. Hmm maybe I'll do it now? I know the next chapter is going to be like so good. BYE!