Our Vacation
Chapter Seven
Disclaimer: I don't own Satine or Christian (but I would gladly fork over my bottle of ketchup to get them!) or anything else, okay? Just FYI. And I don't want to get sued. I'm saving my money up to buy an iguana!
A/N: Okay, I apologize if my last chapter was kind of weird. I came up with the idea in Washington DC standing outside the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (awesome!) in Arlington Cemetery. It was hot, I was tired, and I think I may have been hallucinating. Uh, okay. Enjoy!
Oh, BTW, there's a reference in here to Flock of Seagulls. Just thought I'd mention that, teehee.
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It had been a long night. Apparently, people get angry when you wake up in the middle of the night and stumble into their room and make an attempt to clamber into their bed in a sleep walking state, such as I had done to Christian and Satine.
"What are you doing?!" Christian shouted groggily, flopping around in the bed like a half-dead fish. He shoved me off of himself (What?! It was an accident! I was asleep!) and I crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
I awoke quickly. Now doesn't he know that if you wake up a sleepwalker abruptly that you can give them a heart attack and KILL them?! Maybe that was his goal! EVIL!
I grunted. "It was an accident!" I mumbled, seeing Satine sit up, hair disheveled and in her pajamas. I blushed furiously. But before I knew it, Trevor stampeded into the room.
"What happened?!" he shouted, panicking and he too had his hair massively scrambled up. I swallowed a laugh.
"Uh, nothing," I said hesitantly, before breaking into song. "I just ran! I ran so far away!" His hands flew up to cover his hair, before giving me puppy dog eyes and fleeing the room.
I scuttled to my feet, still flushing a pale pink color.
"Uh, sorry," I said, also hurrying out the door, shutting it quickly and scrambling under the numerous sheets I had tossed over the sofa and grimaced at my own stupidity.
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Ugh, I thought, waking gradually from my stupefied state from under the covers. I had been laying on my arm, and it was tingling painfully. I hissed a swear word and heard Trevor shuffling around in the kitchen.
"Morning," he said, still focusing on the bowl of cereal he ate. Apple Jacks, to be exact. Oh, like that matters.
"Feh foh fee," I muttered incoherently.
"Interesting," he mused, looking in the advice column section of the paper. "Oh, Mary?"
"Yeah, Trev," I responded, pouring myself a bowl of Apple Jacks before sloshing milk into the bowl.
"Last night, I did not appreciate that whole 'Flock of Seagulls' remark, okay? It was before my time, and very well after Christian and Satine's time, okay? Even though I know about the whole hair thing, I cannot help but think that that was only for your own sick pleasure," he said, still reading 'Miss Manners.'
I tousled his hair.
"Aww, Trevie!" I cooed, plucking a plastic spoon out of the box on the counter. "Don't be sad! I was just joking!" He gave me a sheepish smile and continued to eat his Apple Jacks.
"So, what are we gonna do today?"
"Well, let me think," I said, stirring my Jacks and then eating a heaping spoonful. "First, I thought we'd get ready and go down to the beach to hang out and maybe swim and stuff. Then, we can come back here and make smoothies or something," I suggested with a smirk.
"Shibby," he mused. I nodded and jumped up to sit on the counter, next to my Apple Jacks.
"I thought you'd like that," I said with a smile. "So, where are the two lovers?" I asked jauntily, kicking my feet against the cabinet doors and making them rattle incessantly.
"Well, let me think about that," Trevor mused. "As far as I can tell, they're asleep. And I think that Christian snores," he added thoughtfully. I snorted with a mouthful of the cereal I was eating, but making myself choke.
I was rolling around, smacking myself in the chest and gasping and convulsing on the counter top. Trevor moved my Apple Jacks and started whacking me on the back. This continued until Christian and Satine meekly peeked into the kitchen, amused looks on their faces. I coughed up a bit of cereal.
"Is there a bit of a problem here?" Christian asked, smirking madly.
"Uh, no, no. She's fine," Trevor confirmed, slapping me on the back.
"Yep. It's all good," I said, taking a sip of water.
"If you say so," Satine said finally after staring at the two of us for quite sometime.
Ugh. I told you Trevor and I were weird. Or did I? Well, blow me down, I don't remember if I did or not. But does it matter? I guess not; it's just bothering me right now.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I choked out weakly. "Just had a little, err, choking incident that didn't exactly work out very well."
Disclaimer: I don't own Satine or Christian (but I would gladly fork over my bottle of ketchup to get them!) or anything else, okay? Just FYI. And I don't want to get sued. I'm saving my money up to buy an iguana!
A/N: Okay, I apologize if my last chapter was kind of weird. I came up with the idea in Washington DC standing outside the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (awesome!) in Arlington Cemetery. It was hot, I was tired, and I think I may have been hallucinating. Uh, okay. Enjoy!
Oh, BTW, there's a reference in here to Flock of Seagulls. Just thought I'd mention that, teehee.
*-*-*-*
It had been a long night. Apparently, people get angry when you wake up in the middle of the night and stumble into their room and make an attempt to clamber into their bed in a sleep walking state, such as I had done to Christian and Satine.
"What are you doing?!" Christian shouted groggily, flopping around in the bed like a half-dead fish. He shoved me off of himself (What?! It was an accident! I was asleep!) and I crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
I awoke quickly. Now doesn't he know that if you wake up a sleepwalker abruptly that you can give them a heart attack and KILL them?! Maybe that was his goal! EVIL!
I grunted. "It was an accident!" I mumbled, seeing Satine sit up, hair disheveled and in her pajamas. I blushed furiously. But before I knew it, Trevor stampeded into the room.
"What happened?!" he shouted, panicking and he too had his hair massively scrambled up. I swallowed a laugh.
"Uh, nothing," I said hesitantly, before breaking into song. "I just ran! I ran so far away!" His hands flew up to cover his hair, before giving me puppy dog eyes and fleeing the room.
I scuttled to my feet, still flushing a pale pink color.
"Uh, sorry," I said, also hurrying out the door, shutting it quickly and scrambling under the numerous sheets I had tossed over the sofa and grimaced at my own stupidity.
*-*-*-*
Ugh, I thought, waking gradually from my stupefied state from under the covers. I had been laying on my arm, and it was tingling painfully. I hissed a swear word and heard Trevor shuffling around in the kitchen.
"Morning," he said, still focusing on the bowl of cereal he ate. Apple Jacks, to be exact. Oh, like that matters.
"Feh foh fee," I muttered incoherently.
"Interesting," he mused, looking in the advice column section of the paper. "Oh, Mary?"
"Yeah, Trev," I responded, pouring myself a bowl of Apple Jacks before sloshing milk into the bowl.
"Last night, I did not appreciate that whole 'Flock of Seagulls' remark, okay? It was before my time, and very well after Christian and Satine's time, okay? Even though I know about the whole hair thing, I cannot help but think that that was only for your own sick pleasure," he said, still reading 'Miss Manners.'
I tousled his hair.
"Aww, Trevie!" I cooed, plucking a plastic spoon out of the box on the counter. "Don't be sad! I was just joking!" He gave me a sheepish smile and continued to eat his Apple Jacks.
"So, what are we gonna do today?"
"Well, let me think," I said, stirring my Jacks and then eating a heaping spoonful. "First, I thought we'd get ready and go down to the beach to hang out and maybe swim and stuff. Then, we can come back here and make smoothies or something," I suggested with a smirk.
"Shibby," he mused. I nodded and jumped up to sit on the counter, next to my Apple Jacks.
"I thought you'd like that," I said with a smile. "So, where are the two lovers?" I asked jauntily, kicking my feet against the cabinet doors and making them rattle incessantly.
"Well, let me think about that," Trevor mused. "As far as I can tell, they're asleep. And I think that Christian snores," he added thoughtfully. I snorted with a mouthful of the cereal I was eating, but making myself choke.
I was rolling around, smacking myself in the chest and gasping and convulsing on the counter top. Trevor moved my Apple Jacks and started whacking me on the back. This continued until Christian and Satine meekly peeked into the kitchen, amused looks on their faces. I coughed up a bit of cereal.
"Is there a bit of a problem here?" Christian asked, smirking madly.
"Uh, no, no. She's fine," Trevor confirmed, slapping me on the back.
"Yep. It's all good," I said, taking a sip of water.
"If you say so," Satine said finally after staring at the two of us for quite sometime.
Ugh. I told you Trevor and I were weird. Or did I? Well, blow me down, I don't remember if I did or not. But does it matter? I guess not; it's just bothering me right now.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I choked out weakly. "Just had a little, err, choking incident that didn't exactly work out very well."