Our Vacation, chapter 4
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Yeah. We've been through this before. I own Mary and Trev, (sorta) but not really. That's it!
A/N: Thanks for the good reviews! ^__^
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I was on my was to going to the bathroom to look and see if my hair had gotten messed up when Trevor caught me by the arm.
"Come here," he hissed. He dragged me upstairs to his room.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Trevor kept staring at me. I shrugged.
"Why don't you tell me?" he asked seriously. I shot him a questioning look. "You and Christian! Are you gonna, like, kill him while he sleeps because he called you an egomaniac?"
"No!" I squealed defensively. "I prefer non-violence."
"Not last night you didn't!" Trevor was now looking angry.
"I didn't beat his face in with the ottoman, did I?" I asked. Trevor shrugged.
"That doesn't matter! What would Mom say if she saw you fighting with that guy like that?!" Oh great! Now I was on the 'what would mom say' track of the conversation.
"She'd say: 'Oh my gosh; my baby can actually take care of herself!'" I said, complete with imitating Mom's voice. I laughed at myself; but Trevor was NOT amused.
"Fine. Say what you want. But when I have to call the cops because my sister and some guy we're sharing our beach house with have beat each other senseless, do NOT say I didn't warn you," Trevor spat, turning and running down the stairs.
I sighed, alone in the room. I followed my brother down the stairs.
Satine had taken Christian into the corner and was talking to him quietly. He was shaking his head, and had the same expression I had had when Trevor had reprimanded me. I wondered, briefly, if Satine and Trevor had conspired to talk to us. Suddenly Satine led Christian over to the couch where I was sitting.
"Listen up, you two." Oh god, here it came. I was getting another lecture that day. Shockingly, neither had come from my parents. "Trevor told me about you two's little fight last night. Well, I could hear you through the wall. But we decided that the two of us are going to go to the movies, whatever that is, to see Spiderman. We are leaving you two here to work out your differences. By the time we get here, you two should be friends. If not, we'll try something else. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, Mother," I said under my breath. So naturally the whole room heard me.
"Fine," Christian said with a scowl. Which I was beginning to think was a common accessory for him. Without another word the two left. I sat alone with Christian. You could cut the tension in here with a meat cleaver, I thought to myself.
"So, let's just get this over with. God, this was a stupid idea. I don't think Trevor thought this up," I said with a wistful look out the window.
"Are you saying that if Satine thought this up it's a stupid idea?" Christian said, a hint of fury in his voice. Uh oh. "So if precious Trevor thought it up, it's fine with you?" My mouth split in surprise.
"No, I never said that!" I said shakily. "And you leave Trev outta this. He makes just as many mistakes as you do. Which is probably a bad comparison," I added. Christian was speechless, for once.
"No, but you hate Satine. That is an evil thing."
"You know, I am beginning to think that you are a tad obsessive when it comes to that woman," I mused, head on my hand. I took his hand. "You can get help for that, dearie," I said. Christian looked disgusted and pulled his hand away.
"*You* need help," he said. "You go around like…queen of the palace!" It was my turn to scowl.
"Well you can't stand to see that someone might actually be, gasp, don't freak out, as smart as you are!" I fired back. Christian clutched to his heart mockingly.
"Oh, Mary, you got me right there. And let me just say you've got me all figured out!" he hissed at me.
"Ha ha ha, Christian. You're such a funny guy!" I yelled. "And let me say that your preconceived notions of me, probably formed right that day we met and we argued over who stayed in the house, are right on target!" I gave him a thumbs up.
"Shut up!" Christian barked.
"Ooh, such language!" I shot back. I was unstoppable now. "Did you ever learn manners? Or are you just one of those people who think that they can push their way through life without caring about anyone else who may be hurt by your terrible manners?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he did answer.
"Oh fine, Mary, let's talk about manners!" Christian said back, slowly. "When everyone knows that this is not what this is about!"
"Well what do *you* think this is about?!" I cried.
"I think you are an insecure little girl who never knows when she's bitten off more than she can chew," Christian said seriously. I folded my arms.
"I think that you are an egomaniacal, obsessive, oppressive, lunatic, creepy little man who has no idea who he actually is!" I screamed back in a rush.
"So you are insecure? When the attention is on your biggest fault you change the subject, pointing out the faults of others? *That* is a huge problem!" Christian said back loudly. Tears stung in my eyes but I quickly brushed them away.
"You shut up!" I roared. "You have NO idea what you are talking about! But let me just say: I am insecure! Okay? Why don't you admit to something like that? Because you're a huge coward!"
I couldn't help it! I started to cry. I tried to stop the tears and hold my hand up so he couldn't see, but it didn't help. He sat there, frozen on the edge of the couch. I sat there crying, even though I didn't want to, and Christian crossed over the distance between us on the couch. Without a word he put his arms around me.
I shuddered and sniffled, my head resting against his shoulder. "I hate you," I hiccupped out. Christian patted me on the back lightly.
"I'm sorry. I know that that's a pathetic thing to say now, but I am. I didn't know it would make you cry. And don't worry. I hate me too." I sighed.
"It's my fault," I said softly. "I promise, I'll never fight with you again." Christian smoothed my hair and pulled away from me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, and dusted the tears off my cheeks. "Thanks. I'm really sorry."
"You're a good kid," Christian said, as if realizing it for the first time. This time I didn't mind him calling me kid.
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Yeah, I know. Not a lot of humor in that, but I digress.
Tell Next Time (when it'll be funny),
Skye Rocket
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: Yeah. We've been through this before. I own Mary and Trev, (sorta) but not really. That's it!
A/N: Thanks for the good reviews! ^__^
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I was on my was to going to the bathroom to look and see if my hair had gotten messed up when Trevor caught me by the arm.
"Come here," he hissed. He dragged me upstairs to his room.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Trevor kept staring at me. I shrugged.
"Why don't you tell me?" he asked seriously. I shot him a questioning look. "You and Christian! Are you gonna, like, kill him while he sleeps because he called you an egomaniac?"
"No!" I squealed defensively. "I prefer non-violence."
"Not last night you didn't!" Trevor was now looking angry.
"I didn't beat his face in with the ottoman, did I?" I asked. Trevor shrugged.
"That doesn't matter! What would Mom say if she saw you fighting with that guy like that?!" Oh great! Now I was on the 'what would mom say' track of the conversation.
"She'd say: 'Oh my gosh; my baby can actually take care of herself!'" I said, complete with imitating Mom's voice. I laughed at myself; but Trevor was NOT amused.
"Fine. Say what you want. But when I have to call the cops because my sister and some guy we're sharing our beach house with have beat each other senseless, do NOT say I didn't warn you," Trevor spat, turning and running down the stairs.
I sighed, alone in the room. I followed my brother down the stairs.
Satine had taken Christian into the corner and was talking to him quietly. He was shaking his head, and had the same expression I had had when Trevor had reprimanded me. I wondered, briefly, if Satine and Trevor had conspired to talk to us. Suddenly Satine led Christian over to the couch where I was sitting.
"Listen up, you two." Oh god, here it came. I was getting another lecture that day. Shockingly, neither had come from my parents. "Trevor told me about you two's little fight last night. Well, I could hear you through the wall. But we decided that the two of us are going to go to the movies, whatever that is, to see Spiderman. We are leaving you two here to work out your differences. By the time we get here, you two should be friends. If not, we'll try something else. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, Mother," I said under my breath. So naturally the whole room heard me.
"Fine," Christian said with a scowl. Which I was beginning to think was a common accessory for him. Without another word the two left. I sat alone with Christian. You could cut the tension in here with a meat cleaver, I thought to myself.
"So, let's just get this over with. God, this was a stupid idea. I don't think Trevor thought this up," I said with a wistful look out the window.
"Are you saying that if Satine thought this up it's a stupid idea?" Christian said, a hint of fury in his voice. Uh oh. "So if precious Trevor thought it up, it's fine with you?" My mouth split in surprise.
"No, I never said that!" I said shakily. "And you leave Trev outta this. He makes just as many mistakes as you do. Which is probably a bad comparison," I added. Christian was speechless, for once.
"No, but you hate Satine. That is an evil thing."
"You know, I am beginning to think that you are a tad obsessive when it comes to that woman," I mused, head on my hand. I took his hand. "You can get help for that, dearie," I said. Christian looked disgusted and pulled his hand away.
"*You* need help," he said. "You go around like…queen of the palace!" It was my turn to scowl.
"Well you can't stand to see that someone might actually be, gasp, don't freak out, as smart as you are!" I fired back. Christian clutched to his heart mockingly.
"Oh, Mary, you got me right there. And let me just say you've got me all figured out!" he hissed at me.
"Ha ha ha, Christian. You're such a funny guy!" I yelled. "And let me say that your preconceived notions of me, probably formed right that day we met and we argued over who stayed in the house, are right on target!" I gave him a thumbs up.
"Shut up!" Christian barked.
"Ooh, such language!" I shot back. I was unstoppable now. "Did you ever learn manners? Or are you just one of those people who think that they can push their way through life without caring about anyone else who may be hurt by your terrible manners?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he did answer.
"Oh fine, Mary, let's talk about manners!" Christian said back, slowly. "When everyone knows that this is not what this is about!"
"Well what do *you* think this is about?!" I cried.
"I think you are an insecure little girl who never knows when she's bitten off more than she can chew," Christian said seriously. I folded my arms.
"I think that you are an egomaniacal, obsessive, oppressive, lunatic, creepy little man who has no idea who he actually is!" I screamed back in a rush.
"So you are insecure? When the attention is on your biggest fault you change the subject, pointing out the faults of others? *That* is a huge problem!" Christian said back loudly. Tears stung in my eyes but I quickly brushed them away.
"You shut up!" I roared. "You have NO idea what you are talking about! But let me just say: I am insecure! Okay? Why don't you admit to something like that? Because you're a huge coward!"
I couldn't help it! I started to cry. I tried to stop the tears and hold my hand up so he couldn't see, but it didn't help. He sat there, frozen on the edge of the couch. I sat there crying, even though I didn't want to, and Christian crossed over the distance between us on the couch. Without a word he put his arms around me.
I shuddered and sniffled, my head resting against his shoulder. "I hate you," I hiccupped out. Christian patted me on the back lightly.
"I'm sorry. I know that that's a pathetic thing to say now, but I am. I didn't know it would make you cry. And don't worry. I hate me too." I sighed.
"It's my fault," I said softly. "I promise, I'll never fight with you again." Christian smoothed my hair and pulled away from me.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, and dusted the tears off my cheeks. "Thanks. I'm really sorry."
"You're a good kid," Christian said, as if realizing it for the first time. This time I didn't mind him calling me kid.
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Yeah, I know. Not a lot of humor in that, but I digress.
Tell Next Time (when it'll be funny),
Skye Rocket