Chapter 9 - Disorganized Bitch
The time was 10:43:49 AM. A few weeks had passed since Steve first moved into Haylen's home. Now he was fully adapted to the house, but still not his body... which he found very strange.
Haylen had given him a journal several days before, so that he could keep track of things, and for Haylen to study him some more.
Haylen was hired at B.O.W Tech, and it had been going along well, but although her research on the T-Veronica virus wasn't enough to make a vaccine, she still continued to try.
Steve layed on a couch in the living room, having a nap. He didn't quite fit on the couch, but he really didn't feel like moving. He grunted, then slowly opened his eyes.
Still, as what seemed like forever, he though of Claire. He still cared for her, and very badly he wanted to know if she was okay.
Just once he wanted to know; did she make it out of Antarctica?? Would he ever find out?!
Suddenly. the phone rang. "I'wll get it!!" Haylen shouted, spitting toothpaste as she ran down the stairs with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.
She ran into the kitchen and answered the phone.
"Hewwo?" she then noticed the toothbrush, and took it out. "Uh, sorry, hello?" she laughed. "Hello Sue! It's Brenda!!" the voice replied cheerfully.
"My... sister... Brenda...?" Haylen asked, her once cheerful voice beginning to sound disappointed.
"Yup! Listen, my son and daughter are coming over for a visit okay? Just for a month with you...ok?" Brenda asked. Haylen sighed angrily. Holy short notice, Batman...
"O...kayyy..." Haylen said. "Yeah, so uh... they'll be there at about... 11:30, ok?" Brenda added. Haylen jolted. "11:30!?? Oh... you mean at night? Sure!"
Haylen laughed. Haylen chuckled for a moment, but then noticed Brenda wasn't laughing on the other end. "Uh? What is it?"
Haylen asked. "Not 11:30 tonight. They're headed over for 11:30 this morning." Brenda replied seriously. Haylen froze. "WHAT!?!??" she yelled, almost going completely crazy.
Haylen then slammed the phone, almost breaking her wall mount for it. "Oh my God, Oh my God no!!" Haylen muttered, pacing quickly. She looked at the time on her microwave. 10:46. Haylen whimpered, then rushed around the house. "Steve!?" she called.
Steve groaned, and flopped over on the couch, falling off of it. With some difficulty, he stood up. "Wha-What is it?" he grumbled. Haylen ran up to him... she had never looked so stressed.
"Steve, I'm going to have to ask you to go up to the attic." she said quickly. Steve looked at her oddly. "Attic?" he growled. Haylen nodded.
"Yes. L-look, I have no time to explain right now, just go up there. I-It's the door at the end of the hallway. Just open the door, and go up the stairs into that-that big room ok?" She said, she was talking very fast. Any faster and she would sound like a chicken.
Steve nodded, still looking at her oddly, as he walked past her and towards the stairs. Haylen sighed in distress, and quickly began to clean up the living room.
...when Steve got to the door at the end of the hallway, he clasped his large hand around the small knob and opened it. He looked at the door frame with uncertainty. "I really don't think I could fit through this..." he sighed. "Hm.. well, maybe with a little force."
He gritted his teeth, backed up a little, and charged towards the door. His body slammed it with massive force, shattering the frame and fitting his body half-way through. He push and wiggled his body through the door with some difficulty afterwards, then he finally got in.
He turned to face the door frame, to see how it fared after all that pressure. Now it was bent all out of proportion, a big chunk of it missing. Steve smiled sheepishly, then closed the door behind him.
Meanwhile, Haylen was busy hurrying while tidying up her house. Windexing everything, sweeping, vacuuming... Soon enough, however, she was finished. She sighed, and fell back on her couch. "Ahhh..." she said happily. Finally she could relax, for now. She looked at her wristwatch. "Hmph. 11:15. Not bad." She laughed. She stood up, stretched, and yawned. With 15 minutes to spare, she decided to go upstairs and brief Steve on what was going on.
"S-Steve?" she called, as she opened the door in the battered frame around it. She heard a deep gutteral "Hmph?" She smirked, closed the door behind her, and went up the stairs. "Hey." She said, doing a goofy salute. Steve was laying on his side, on a mattress that layed on the floor. His head rested against a pillow. He rolled his eyes. "Look, sorry I had to shove you up here, but..." Haylen looked away, and sat on the floor infront of Steve.
"Look, I have a sister named Brenda... who is probably one of the most disorganized people I know; anyways, she all of a sudden 'decided' to to tell me today that my niece and nephew, Marina and Craig, are coming over this morning at 11:30 to stay for a MONTH!!" she said.
Steve looked at her in disbelief. "Are you serrrious?" he growled. Haylen nodded. "You saw how stressed I was! Oh, Steve... I'm so sorry." she frowned. Steve looked away, disappointed. So much for going uphill. "It's okay." he said, to reassure her. Haylen smiled weakly, and rubbed his cheek. "Hmm. I'll bring food up every night, okay? That's the only way to get you fed." she sighed. Steve nodded. Haylen stopped feeling his cheek, lowered her head and kissed it. "I'm so sorry." she said.
Steve nodded again. Haylen patted his hump -- then the doorbell rang. "Shit-- that's them. I'll see ya tonight! Keep a low profile, ok?" She said, as she stood up and headed out. "Bye..." Steve grunted. Haylen waved, then rushed out the door. Steve watched her leave, frowned, then fell asleep.