Gel: So.. have we come up with a plot line yet?
Kat: I'm not sure.. let me check. *skims story*
Gel: Well?
Kat: Nope.. nope nope
Gel: Okay.
Gel: None of these characters belong to me!
Ahh, the weekend, what a glorious wonderful time. The weekend was a time for fun. Hanging out with friends, reading a good book, pigging out on cookies, staying up til 4 AM. Too bad today was Monday. Mondays, the spawn of Satan, the day coffee shops wait in anticipation for, the day when.. DAMN IT YOU STUPID JERK STOP DRIVING SO FAST!!!! … people think they can drive a car while sleeping. I was tired. Not just the 'yawn' kind of tired, the kind of tired that only occurs on Mondays. The kind of tired that makes one want to collapse onto a bed and sleep until the apocalypse occurs, and wake up to the last two things that survived, cockroaches and Cher. UGH! That's not a pleasant thought. Just understand I was very tired, and when I get tired, I get grouchy.
I make Grumpy from Snow White look like a beginner. Just take that guy from the last song in Fantasia, multiply it by ten, add two hours of sleep a night, and you have a grumpy Endymion. Its not a pretty sight. By the way, if you were wondering why someone like me can name characters from Disney movies, I was ducttaped to a chair and forced to watch them until I knew all the lyrics to "You can fly" from Peter Pan. Anyways, back to the point, I was grumpy. Thus, imagine the reaction to an overly perky secretary who happens to have a crush on her boss. That's even worse than the Cher comment. My secretary's name was.. Daisy. Daisy is the kind of name that makes one want to go skipping in a field of flowers and laugh for joy. Or rush to the nearest bathroom and puke one's guts out. Neither of which I got to enjoy, because it was Monday.
"Good morning Mr. Endymion sir! Isn't it a lovely day today?" She chirped happily. I groaned in pain.
"Only to those too dense to realize otherwise." I mumbled under my breath as I ran into my office and firmly shut the door. Locks keep annoying secretary's out of offices. I never really understood why they gave me an office. I was a musician, I needed a studio not an office with a large redwood desk with a shiny little name plaque on it! Serenity actually bought me polish for that stupid plaque, she thought it was a riot that I had one. Next thing you know she'll buy me business cards, wait.. that was for my last birthday. I hate Mondays.
After a few hours of playing computer games, I caught the sound of my secretary shouting at someone. Not just shouting, I'd say screeching. That someone was talking to quietly and I couldn't eavesdrop too well, but obviously he(she?it?) wasn't too concerned. Finally my phone buzzed and Daisy's voice came over.
"Excuse me sir," she started, highly annoyed, "there's a lady out here to see you, she says its very important." WHAT THE HECK?!
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" I bellowed into the speaker, "I WILL NOT BE BOTHERED BY SOME BIMBO FAN GIRL STALKER!"
"Oh really?" came the voice of my visitor over the intercom, the last voice I expected to hear, and it was hurt, exceedingly hurt. Guilt washed over me in waves and I dashed to the dor, nearly ripped it out of its hinges and turned to see, not a crying, sad Serenity being shooed into an elevator, but a quite calm Serenity, sitting perfectly at home on the couch, her ankles crossed elegantly, a triumphant smirk lit up her face. I growled.
"Hello Darien! I knew that'd get your attention" She said with a laugh, oblivious to the glares that Daisy was trying to burn into her with. Oooh boy, if looks could kill..
"Sometimes I hate you." I grumbled. She smiled sweetly and sashayed past Daisy, past me, and into my office. She sat into my comfy leather chair, and threw her perfect legs onto my wood desk, crossing her ankles. She looked as if she belonged there, with me, I could almost imagine us marr- HOLD THE PHONE! No way! This was Serenity! I saw her in diapers! Nevermind that! I leaned casually on my doorway, paying no attention to Daisy, who I knew was listening in.
"Well?" I asked, glaring at her.
"Came to invite you to the Christmas party." She answered, pulling out a small green envelope and throwing it on my desk.
"You know I always come." I said sitting in one of my visitors chairs.
"You know I always give you an invitation even if I know you'll come." She threw back. This was a Christmas tradition, I had completely forgotten about it.
"Who else is going?" I asked, already knowing full well who was going to come.
"The whole gang."
"You mean, your bunch and my bunch, who happened to marry your bunch?"
"The one and only!" She said with a grin, picking up a pen and drawing a small sketch on a piece of paper on my desk.
"do you realize," she suddenly started, "that we are the only two who aren't engaged or married yet?" she gasped, " I shall forever be the bridesmaid, and never the bride!" Serenity wailed before pressing the back of her hand to her forehead and leaning in the chair, until it gave out and she fell with a loud thud. I raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh as she pulled herself back up. She looked up at me and shrugged.
"So I need to work on that 'I am too cool for my own good' front you do so well." She said calmly, before snorting and bursting into merry laughter.
"Oh Endy you look ridiculous!" she gasped out collapsing back into my chair. I blanched. I looked ridiculous?!
"me? I'm not the one that so gracefully fell from a chair." I retorted sourly.
"Darien.. I say, your just going to have to marry me before I become an old maid." I could hear Daisy sputtering in the background.
"Hardly!" I exclaimed, " I doubt you'll ever be an old maid Sere." She grinned.
"Ah, so that means you have no qualms about marrying me? I'm so flattered." AAAAGH! How did she do it?! Every time! She's incorrigible! AAGH! I felt like ripping my hair out.
Serenity pushed the button on my intercom and leaned in.
"Yes hello, don't worry dear, Endy and I are merely friends." Before she unplugged it. My face was burning in a blush. Endymion for heavens sake! What the hell was wrong with me?
"Don't you ever have to go to work?" I grumbled after it was apparent she didn't need to go any where in the near future. She shrugged.
"As soon as I hit my daily goal I quit for the day before I loose it all again."
"Not all of us have that much freedom." I grumbled. Her eyebrows quirked in a challenge.
"I know for a fact that you have that much freedom." Someone shoot me. I hate Mondays.
"IMPERTINANT WENCH! OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I bellowed. Serenity laughed, got up and opened the door.
"And Endy, don't forget the party, and don't forget the ring! I want something with a bit of taste! Nothing too gaudy!" she said as she waltzed into the stair well and the door closed with a click behind her. Daisy looked from the stairwell, to my annoyed face, and back again. Her eyes were huge, not that they were ever small. I shrugged.
"If you see her again just let her in. She's a friend, although sometimes..." I said with a grumble. before slamming my door. I sat down at my desk and looked at the sketch she drew me. IT was a stick figure, kissing a daisy. I growled before humming a small tune, turning on my shredder and dramatically dropping the paper into it.. SCRERRRRRTCH.
Mental note: Buy Crackerjacks, give ring to best friend.