Stephanie had indeed finally give in and enter the bedroom that Chris was at that time snoring away in. She could have so easily killed him there, take out all her frustrations on him, but she didn't. She knew if she did something, she'd have to sit in the cabin all by herself for a week. She hated to admit it, but she needed some kind of talking, even it was fighting. She would go crazy without some form of human interaction for an entire week.
She had woken up mostly from the sunlight hitting her directly. Chris must have made sure to save her the bed closest to the window to piss her off. She couldn't believe she had to share a place with that..that..PERSON. She shuddered at the thought.
She turned over, and found herself staring into the eyes of a small brown furred squirrel. It took her a minute to register what was happening. That's when her mouth opened and a loud scream flew out of it. She frantically jumped out of bed, not caring that Chris had waked up from her screech and was currently looking around like something bad had happened. Something bad did happen!
"What?! What is it?!" he asked, peering at her as she pressed herself against the wall.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT RAT DOING IN MY BED!?" she asked, pointing at it fearfully. "Do something you dolt! It's going to kill me!" Chris looked at the squirrel now sitting in Stephanie's bed, confused as hell. He groaned.
"Oh yes, I'm sure it can kill you..I mean..it's SO much bigger then you." he rolled his eyes when she let out a whimper. He grudgingly walked over, extending a hand to the squirrel, who quickly crawled up it. "Chill out."
"It figures it's a friend of yours." she smirked, calming down slightly. "It's as ugly and annoying as you are."
"Aw, Steph, it just wanted to see the new species in it's house." he sniggered. "Yes, this is what the elusive Bitch monster looks like, little fellow." He patted it's head and it chittered.
"Ha ha." she replied sarcastically. "Just keep that thing away from me."
"She's the PMS monster too." he explained to the squirrel on his shoulder as he walked out.
She wrinkled her nose, trying to control her anger. She would not kill him..she would not kill him..she kept repeating that to herself as she stiffly followed him out. She cringed when she saw the squirrel sitting on the kitchen table, and him sitting next to it, pouring a bowl of cereal.
"Get that disgusting thing off the table." she mumbled, grabbing a bowl and then sitting across from him, dropping her hands so that they rested on the table itself.
"What was I thinking!" he feigned shock, then smirked. "Hey, get off the table Steph."
"I'm never going to get though this week." she simply mumbled, her head falling to the table as well. She twitched, feeling something nibbling at her hair. "Chris, if that little beast is touching my hair I swear to god--"
"Come on Nibblers.." she felt him pluck the thing away from her.
"Nibblers? What sort of stupid name is that?" she asked, lifting her head.
"And what would YOU name it?" he asked, feeding the squirrel a cheerio.
"Any pet should have a distinguished name." she explained.
"Right. I forgot, you come from a rich family." he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I didn't name it, Jeff left a note about him."
"Figures he would name the thing something like that." she sniggered.
"What do you care anyway? I mean, I thought you don't associate with us so called 'rats'."
"I don't." she replied, indignant. "But you're hogging the cereal, and I'm waiting for you to hand it over."
"Here." he slid it across to her, then continued to pour milk into his own bowl. She stood up, walking to where she figured the spoons were held. Opening the drawer, she pulled one out, then walked back to the table. She glanced toward Jericho who innocently smirked at her. Her bowl was all ready filled and had milk in it.
She didn't comment, but sat down and began to eat. She was too hungry to say anything. She hadn't eaten since around 5 PM the day before, and all the stress was getting to her, probably even made her more hungry. She glanced towards him as he basically gulped down his own food. She marveled on how he didn't choke.
"Pig." she mumbled under her breath.
"I thought I was a rat." he replied, obviously hearing her. She rolled her eyes, took her bowl, and sat by the TV.
She didn't want to strangle him only a few hours into this basic trap.
***
Jericho smiled, letting his body float lazily in the pool. It was by then mid-afternoon, and the heat was setting in. He was bored out of his mind, because Stephanie just was too easy to piss off. It wasn't even a challange anymore. But still, the water felt good, he hadn't been able to swim for a good few months.
He got himself into his usual vertical position, bobbing in the seven feet pool. The sun was really beating down, as it usually did in the August months. Even in the water Jericho felt like he was sweating. He glanced at the edge of the pool and noticed the little squirrel watching him again.
"I hope you're a girl." he chuckled, and the squirrel just watched him. He grinned, swiming over, patting it on the head and wetting it purposely too. It shook it's coat out and scuttled towards the house.
"Watch where you're going!" he couldn't hide the grin as Stephanie stepped aside. She was coming outside, but Nibblers basically shoved her aside as the thing ran in. She rolled her eyes and walked out, her eyes on him.
"All your splashing is making me lose my concentration." she informed him.
"Oh how horrible." he said, trying to sound like he was truly sorry. He leaned his arms on the concrete surrounding the pool. He grinned up at her as she cautiously got closer. "You're welcome to take a swim, just try not to pollute the pool."
"Funny." she replied sarcastically. "But with you in it, it's bound to be full of germs."
"You need to chill out." She let out a gasp when he suddenly propelled his body out a little and grabbed her waist. He pulled her in and watched as she fell head first under water. She came up, gasping for air, as he laughed hysterically.
"Chris! You're such a jerk!" she growled when she got her wind back.
"You looked hot." he replied innocently. She glared at him.
"You ruined my outfit!" she huffed, working her way to the edge of the pool.
"You can buy 12 of those outfits." he sniggered.
"That's not the point." she said as she tried to get up with no success. She groaned and worked her way to the ladder.
"You call that swimming?" he asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"You're moving slower then a snail, widen your strokes." he advised. She glared at him.
"I'm fine, thank you." she pulled herself up the ladder when she reached it, letting herself sit on the ground when she finally got out.
"The wet look is so you." he grinned at her.
"You are going to PAY for that." she warned, getting up, sopping wet. "Just don't talk to me, all right? Not for the rest of the week. I'm all ready sick of you."
"Don't go in the house wet." he said simply before going back to floating on his back peacefully. He heard the nearby lounge chair squeak, and he guessed she was letting the sun dry her out.
If she didn't want to talk, fine, he didn't care. Jeff was so wrong about ever getting rid of the anger between them. She really was what he thought she was, a stuck-up bitch.
She had woken up mostly from the sunlight hitting her directly. Chris must have made sure to save her the bed closest to the window to piss her off. She couldn't believe she had to share a place with that..that..PERSON. She shuddered at the thought.
She turned over, and found herself staring into the eyes of a small brown furred squirrel. It took her a minute to register what was happening. That's when her mouth opened and a loud scream flew out of it. She frantically jumped out of bed, not caring that Chris had waked up from her screech and was currently looking around like something bad had happened. Something bad did happen!
"What?! What is it?!" he asked, peering at her as she pressed herself against the wall.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT RAT DOING IN MY BED!?" she asked, pointing at it fearfully. "Do something you dolt! It's going to kill me!" Chris looked at the squirrel now sitting in Stephanie's bed, confused as hell. He groaned.
"Oh yes, I'm sure it can kill you..I mean..it's SO much bigger then you." he rolled his eyes when she let out a whimper. He grudgingly walked over, extending a hand to the squirrel, who quickly crawled up it. "Chill out."
"It figures it's a friend of yours." she smirked, calming down slightly. "It's as ugly and annoying as you are."
"Aw, Steph, it just wanted to see the new species in it's house." he sniggered. "Yes, this is what the elusive Bitch monster looks like, little fellow." He patted it's head and it chittered.
"Ha ha." she replied sarcastically. "Just keep that thing away from me."
"She's the PMS monster too." he explained to the squirrel on his shoulder as he walked out.
She wrinkled her nose, trying to control her anger. She would not kill him..she would not kill him..she kept repeating that to herself as she stiffly followed him out. She cringed when she saw the squirrel sitting on the kitchen table, and him sitting next to it, pouring a bowl of cereal.
"Get that disgusting thing off the table." she mumbled, grabbing a bowl and then sitting across from him, dropping her hands so that they rested on the table itself.
"What was I thinking!" he feigned shock, then smirked. "Hey, get off the table Steph."
"I'm never going to get though this week." she simply mumbled, her head falling to the table as well. She twitched, feeling something nibbling at her hair. "Chris, if that little beast is touching my hair I swear to god--"
"Come on Nibblers.." she felt him pluck the thing away from her.
"Nibblers? What sort of stupid name is that?" she asked, lifting her head.
"And what would YOU name it?" he asked, feeding the squirrel a cheerio.
"Any pet should have a distinguished name." she explained.
"Right. I forgot, you come from a rich family." he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I didn't name it, Jeff left a note about him."
"Figures he would name the thing something like that." she sniggered.
"What do you care anyway? I mean, I thought you don't associate with us so called 'rats'."
"I don't." she replied, indignant. "But you're hogging the cereal, and I'm waiting for you to hand it over."
"Here." he slid it across to her, then continued to pour milk into his own bowl. She stood up, walking to where she figured the spoons were held. Opening the drawer, she pulled one out, then walked back to the table. She glanced toward Jericho who innocently smirked at her. Her bowl was all ready filled and had milk in it.
She didn't comment, but sat down and began to eat. She was too hungry to say anything. She hadn't eaten since around 5 PM the day before, and all the stress was getting to her, probably even made her more hungry. She glanced towards him as he basically gulped down his own food. She marveled on how he didn't choke.
"Pig." she mumbled under her breath.
"I thought I was a rat." he replied, obviously hearing her. She rolled her eyes, took her bowl, and sat by the TV.
She didn't want to strangle him only a few hours into this basic trap.
***
Jericho smiled, letting his body float lazily in the pool. It was by then mid-afternoon, and the heat was setting in. He was bored out of his mind, because Stephanie just was too easy to piss off. It wasn't even a challange anymore. But still, the water felt good, he hadn't been able to swim for a good few months.
He got himself into his usual vertical position, bobbing in the seven feet pool. The sun was really beating down, as it usually did in the August months. Even in the water Jericho felt like he was sweating. He glanced at the edge of the pool and noticed the little squirrel watching him again.
"I hope you're a girl." he chuckled, and the squirrel just watched him. He grinned, swiming over, patting it on the head and wetting it purposely too. It shook it's coat out and scuttled towards the house.
"Watch where you're going!" he couldn't hide the grin as Stephanie stepped aside. She was coming outside, but Nibblers basically shoved her aside as the thing ran in. She rolled her eyes and walked out, her eyes on him.
"All your splashing is making me lose my concentration." she informed him.
"Oh how horrible." he said, trying to sound like he was truly sorry. He leaned his arms on the concrete surrounding the pool. He grinned up at her as she cautiously got closer. "You're welcome to take a swim, just try not to pollute the pool."
"Funny." she replied sarcastically. "But with you in it, it's bound to be full of germs."
"You need to chill out." She let out a gasp when he suddenly propelled his body out a little and grabbed her waist. He pulled her in and watched as she fell head first under water. She came up, gasping for air, as he laughed hysterically.
"Chris! You're such a jerk!" she growled when she got her wind back.
"You looked hot." he replied innocently. She glared at him.
"You ruined my outfit!" she huffed, working her way to the edge of the pool.
"You can buy 12 of those outfits." he sniggered.
"That's not the point." she said as she tried to get up with no success. She groaned and worked her way to the ladder.
"You call that swimming?" he asked.
"Yes." she replied.
"You're moving slower then a snail, widen your strokes." he advised. She glared at him.
"I'm fine, thank you." she pulled herself up the ladder when she reached it, letting herself sit on the ground when she finally got out.
"The wet look is so you." he grinned at her.
"You are going to PAY for that." she warned, getting up, sopping wet. "Just don't talk to me, all right? Not for the rest of the week. I'm all ready sick of you."
"Don't go in the house wet." he said simply before going back to floating on his back peacefully. He heard the nearby lounge chair squeak, and he guessed she was letting the sun dry her out.
If she didn't want to talk, fine, he didn't care. Jeff was so wrong about ever getting rid of the anger between them. She really was what he thought she was, a stuck-up bitch.