She looked down doubtfully at the small pot in front of her containing some
icky-looking brownish goop. Then she wailed.
"ARIANA!!!"
Ariana, the girl with short, mousy brown hair, turned from her position where she was cleaning and cutting strawberries and silently prayed.
"Please God save my fudge." And then, "How the hell did she burn it!?! The stove wasn't even on!! All she had to do was twirl a little wooden stick around!!" Then prayed again, "Heaven help my fudge."
"ARIANA!!!"
Another distressed wail echoed through the kitchen. Hastily Ariana made her way over to Liz, who looked like she wanted to cry. Ariana worriedly looked over the contents of the pot; she found nothing burnt and everything was actually quite all right. She looked back up at a water-eyed Liz, who was scanning the kitchen for… something?
"What's wrong with it?"
Liz turned back to look at the pot once more, and managed to look even more upset.
"Um, it's just that, it's so um, you know, not right-looking."
"Not right-looking?"
"Its just that it looks so, so, so ucky. It looks like, well, it, um, looks like it, uh, like it needs something!" Liz finished brightly.
Ariana let out a breath that sounded quite a lot like a "no!" as Liz hurried off toward the refrigerator. Ariana then let out a louder,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Liz looked up from what she was carrying back over to the counter.
"But? I thought you were supposed to put mushrooms in the barbecue sauce that went on the steak?"
She held up a basket of mushrooms and plate of steak to emphasize her points.
With a moist "plop", the steak, followed by the plate and basket of mushrooms, hit the floor as Liz took off and ran from Ariana's red face and look of rage.
"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!"
As Ariana returned to her counter, where her strawberries sat waiting to be cleaned and cut, she grumbled to herself,
"I can't believe she thought my fudge was barbecue sauce! Fudge looks nothing like barbecue sauce! *Hmph* steak and mushrooms my butt. *Grumble* dumb should-be-blonde *growl*….."
In a stupor of awe, Liz wandered through the gigantic house, staring at all the paintings, collectibles, and furniture. She wandered up a huge staircase that led to the second floor. When she reached the top of the magnificent stairs, she debated on which direction to take. After a quick run through of "Eenie-Meanie-Minie-Moe" she began exploring down the right corridor. As she walked, she heard the monotonous clacking of someone typing coming from one of the rooms up ahead on her left. Peeking into the room, she noted the figure hunched in front of a laptop that was emitting an eerie greenish glow. She remembered the boy; he was the one she knocked over when she went tumbling into Relena. The one with funny black biker shorts and really messy hair. Discreetly, she tiptoed into the room and over to the desk to see what he was typing so hurriedly.
"Wow!" she thought, "He's a really fast typer. Certainly a case of Speedy Gonzales fingers."
She looked on for a moment, till she realized that with the screen scrolling at such a fast pace she couldn't read a damned thing. She let out her amazement in a small sigh.
Heero whirled around and succeeded in shoving his gun right into her stomach. A small whoosh of air brushed across Heero's face, as she let out a tiny "oof" before buckling over onto the floor. Heero just sat there and blinked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Liz had managed to regain her breath, and a sense of trying to get-the-hell-outta-there. She picked herself up, looked straight into Heero's now unblinking wide eyes, glared and promptly punched him in the arm, then ran out of the room with impossible speed. A moment later, she stuck her head back into the doorframe to scrunch up her face and stick her tongue out at him, and then to disappear again.
Heero remained still for some moments, before a small and rare smile spread across his face. Regaining a sense of himself, he quickly wiped it off. He growled at himself for letting a girl, whose name he was not ever sure of, get him to show emotion, despite how small. Yet he remained watching the door for a time, just to see if she would come back. As he watched, his mind began to wander.
'Well, she definitely has spunk.' He agreed on that point.
'And, she was kinda cute, too.' A part of his mind stated.
He became irritated at that thought. But before he turned away from the door, his hand unconsciously and almost shyly, touched the spot where she had hit him. She had hit him. Hit *him*.
'Well, You did hit her first, baka.' His mind retorted. He growled, and looked down at the offending item that lay limply within his hand on his lap. He growled again. 'Why hadn't he heard her till she was right next to him!?!' Heero growled, yet again, and chose to ignore that fact and returned to his work. Then another thought hit him. 'What if she… Had she read any of his private information?' Well he would just have to get it out of her later. He smiled wickedly at the thought.
"ARIANA!!!"
Ariana, the girl with short, mousy brown hair, turned from her position where she was cleaning and cutting strawberries and silently prayed.
"Please God save my fudge." And then, "How the hell did she burn it!?! The stove wasn't even on!! All she had to do was twirl a little wooden stick around!!" Then prayed again, "Heaven help my fudge."
"ARIANA!!!"
Another distressed wail echoed through the kitchen. Hastily Ariana made her way over to Liz, who looked like she wanted to cry. Ariana worriedly looked over the contents of the pot; she found nothing burnt and everything was actually quite all right. She looked back up at a water-eyed Liz, who was scanning the kitchen for… something?
"What's wrong with it?"
Liz turned back to look at the pot once more, and managed to look even more upset.
"Um, it's just that, it's so um, you know, not right-looking."
"Not right-looking?"
"Its just that it looks so, so, so ucky. It looks like, well, it, um, looks like it, uh, like it needs something!" Liz finished brightly.
Ariana let out a breath that sounded quite a lot like a "no!" as Liz hurried off toward the refrigerator. Ariana then let out a louder,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Liz looked up from what she was carrying back over to the counter.
"But? I thought you were supposed to put mushrooms in the barbecue sauce that went on the steak?"
She held up a basket of mushrooms and plate of steak to emphasize her points.
With a moist "plop", the steak, followed by the plate and basket of mushrooms, hit the floor as Liz took off and ran from Ariana's red face and look of rage.
"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!"
As Ariana returned to her counter, where her strawberries sat waiting to be cleaned and cut, she grumbled to herself,
"I can't believe she thought my fudge was barbecue sauce! Fudge looks nothing like barbecue sauce! *Hmph* steak and mushrooms my butt. *Grumble* dumb should-be-blonde *growl*….."
In a stupor of awe, Liz wandered through the gigantic house, staring at all the paintings, collectibles, and furniture. She wandered up a huge staircase that led to the second floor. When she reached the top of the magnificent stairs, she debated on which direction to take. After a quick run through of "Eenie-Meanie-Minie-Moe" she began exploring down the right corridor. As she walked, she heard the monotonous clacking of someone typing coming from one of the rooms up ahead on her left. Peeking into the room, she noted the figure hunched in front of a laptop that was emitting an eerie greenish glow. She remembered the boy; he was the one she knocked over when she went tumbling into Relena. The one with funny black biker shorts and really messy hair. Discreetly, she tiptoed into the room and over to the desk to see what he was typing so hurriedly.
"Wow!" she thought, "He's a really fast typer. Certainly a case of Speedy Gonzales fingers."
She looked on for a moment, till she realized that with the screen scrolling at such a fast pace she couldn't read a damned thing. She let out her amazement in a small sigh.
Heero whirled around and succeeded in shoving his gun right into her stomach. A small whoosh of air brushed across Heero's face, as she let out a tiny "oof" before buckling over onto the floor. Heero just sat there and blinked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Liz had managed to regain her breath, and a sense of trying to get-the-hell-outta-there. She picked herself up, looked straight into Heero's now unblinking wide eyes, glared and promptly punched him in the arm, then ran out of the room with impossible speed. A moment later, she stuck her head back into the doorframe to scrunch up her face and stick her tongue out at him, and then to disappear again.
Heero remained still for some moments, before a small and rare smile spread across his face. Regaining a sense of himself, he quickly wiped it off. He growled at himself for letting a girl, whose name he was not ever sure of, get him to show emotion, despite how small. Yet he remained watching the door for a time, just to see if she would come back. As he watched, his mind began to wander.
'Well, she definitely has spunk.' He agreed on that point.
'And, she was kinda cute, too.' A part of his mind stated.
He became irritated at that thought. But before he turned away from the door, his hand unconsciously and almost shyly, touched the spot where she had hit him. She had hit him. Hit *him*.
'Well, You did hit her first, baka.' His mind retorted. He growled, and looked down at the offending item that lay limply within his hand on his lap. He growled again. 'Why hadn't he heard her till she was right next to him!?!' Heero growled, yet again, and chose to ignore that fact and returned to his work. Then another thought hit him. 'What if she… Had she read any of his private information?' Well he would just have to get it out of her later. He smiled wickedly at the thought.