Deceptive Plays

Saturday, noon, the room,

I'm trapped in this room on a Saturday afternoon! ARGH!!!!!!! I could actually go to Lilly's house and peep at Michael once in a while if the day's still normal. Oh yeah, and give him his present.

I wonder what's his present... Hmmm... mmm... Let's open it now!!!!!!!

10 min later,

WHAT THE HELL?! IT'S LOST!! GONE!!! GONE!!!!

Am gonna scream for Rayon. ARGH!!!!!!!

20 min later,

I pounded on the door, screaming, "RAYON! RAYON NOIR! WHERE ARE YOU?! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!"

Then I started hitting the door with my combat boots. It made quite a noise. And lots of dents.

And after five minutes of crazy screaming and hitting, Rayon finally opened the door, and I immediately lunged at him.

"WHERE IS MY PRESENT?!" I yelled at him, beating his chest

Rayon grabbed me and carried me into the bedroom and shutted the door,

"What present?" Rayon asked, his eyebrows furrowed

"My. Present. The one that's squarish... and wrapped in nice nice blue wrapping paper..."

"Oh... That... I thought I put that in your bag..." Rayon said quietly, looking anxious

"Rayon. What happened to my present?!" I was in a state of panic, its Michael's gift... TO ME!!!

"Er... Well, you see, when you tried to escape, it unexplainably fall out and the... car... er..." Rayon mumbled

"WHAT?!?!?! YOU MEAN IT GOT RUN OVER?!!!: I screamed at Rayon, my hands balled in tight fists.

"Er yeah... I thought it wasn't imporant..." Rayon blushed, and edged away from me slowly when he saw that my eyes were narrowing and my lips were twitching.

Then, I suddenly felt tired, and fell down on the bed and hid underneath the covers. I heard Rayon sighed as he went out.

Fat Louie is now sleeping on my pillow, so I can't use it. To sleep on of course.

I love Fat Louie, Michael and Lilly.

I hate them all. all of you, YOU!!!! Wait, who's you?

Michael's POV

Nobody knows this but I. And of course, my parents. But I've been secretly taking driving lessons. With Judith.

I advise you to never drive a car with Judith. She halts spontaneously half of the time, and if there's anyone in the car with her, driving or not, she will chat that person up till the aforementioned chatted person gets a migraine. And she will also look at the person she is chatting with, which is terribly horribly and EXTREMELY dangerous when you know she's driving, and the driver is an INSANE PSYCHOTIC WOMAN.

Er. I got my dad's permission to drive his SUV. He didn't ask me where. Let us kiss Privacy.

You know, if Privacy were to be a being, I bet she's a damned woman. She won't be a damned male because from what I see, it's always the female teenagers that whine about privacy.

And now, off to highway 53.

Mia's POV

Good lord. After me hiding underneath the covers, I fell asleep and woke up at 6.49 pm. And then I heard somebody said, "Is she in there? Is she awake? You don't know? Why?" And that somebody sounded like..... GRANDMERE.

Suddenly the door banged open before I can fake sleep. Grandmere pointed at me triumphantly and said,

"She is awake! I didn't wake her up! And if she were sleeping, I'd wake her up anyway!"

"Grandmere? You're part of this too?!"

"Part of what, Amelia? Now get up! Look at that hair! Have you brushed your teeth?! Wash your hands right now! Wear a more suitable clothing!"

Then she went to a closet and yanked out this evening dress. It's blue, thank God. But it has disgusting sparkly things on it...

"PAOLO! Come here and fix her hair!" Grandmere shouted

Paolo?! Paolo?! The creepy guy who won't face the truth that his name is actually Paul?!

"Grandmere! Who else is.... is... participated in God damned thing?!"

"Language! Watch your language! Didn't I teach you anything about language?!"

Mumbling, "Yes, completely worthless though..."

"Speak louder when you talk to your Grandmere like that! And believe me, this is a valuable experience for you..."

Then Paolo came waltzing in with the two horrifying big-haired assistants, "Madam, leave this all to me!"

Then Grandmere walked out, then stopped before clossing the door to say, "Oh, your mother, that algebra teacher of yours, your father, Rayon, and I. Cortes didn't want to participate in this."

"GRANDMERE! Did you do this... thing just because you want me to fall in love with Cortes or God knows what?!"

"The latter, Amelia. And why would I want to do that, when you've already fallen in love with Cortes' wonderful charm and wit. He is, also, quite handsome. And once again, LANGUAGE!" With that, she closed the door with a dainty click. Never vulgar enough to slam the door, that's what Grandmere is.

As I was forced to sit on the disgusting make-up chair, and as I am writing this while my hair was picked up in clumps/strands, and the clumps/strands were disapproved, I wish I have a normal family.

Or Grandmere were to be dead when I was born.

A/N: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Er, sorry that I took so long. I have no valid excuses to make you forgive me.

Vera Priscaleth, well, now you know don't know Michael's present. But at least you know what happened to it, hehehe. And I'll feature Cortes in the following chapter. That's okay though. I wanted to make Rayon narcissistic and idiotic. *grins* Though, I can assure you that nothing will happen between Mia and Rayon. No chemistry, luuurrvee or whatsoever. Feeling better now? ^_^

Cassandra, I don't know how to justify that. But don't you feel better when you know that Mia's mom's not the evil woman? er.... Well, okay, that's a crappish reason....

And I am feeling lazy and there's a writer's #@_($#(@% block in my mind. It is now settling down happily, and I don't know when it will move out. So... Sometimes I'm Awake is going to be damn late. SORRY! And anyway, I havent received any suggestions i_i

TBC.... r/r?