OVER ANOTHER RAINBOW. OR YET AGAIN ANOTHER STREET OVER IN ANOTHER 3 STORY
GREEN HOUSE
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" Hurry up Quatre. Lena is gonna get here any minute."
Aggravated he yelled, " I heard you the first fucking time. I'm just figuring out what would shirt would match my shoes and pants." A lot quieter he mumbled to himself, " Its not my fault you got your period and cant mess around with Relena. I mean damn...you guys do it more than Trowa and I."
See poor Quatre thought that Dorothy didn't hear him but he was oh so wrong. See girls have amazing hearing.especially when it comes to something about them. And even more when you say their names or their girlfriends name. Our poor Quatre found himself in a very awkward position. He is on the floor with a very pissed off Dorothy on his back, straddling him, and twisting his arm behind his back.
"What was that shrimp?" she snarled. She then grabbed his neck and pushed very hard on the area where your neck meets your shoulder.
"Dorothy get offa me. That fuckin hurts.you heavy ass.DAD!"
"Let's get something straight. What Relena and I do is none of your business ASSWIPE. GOT THAT?!"
Just then their father walked into the room and said, "Dorothy Amelia Winner get off of your brother right now." He was red in the face from running and yelling at Dorothy but the time he was finished with his sentence.
Dorothy jumped off of Quatre turned around and tried to apologize, " Sorry daddy but he started it again and he was also." She couldn't finish her sentence because Quatre then tackled from the behind. He then grabbed her arm like she did to him and started to mess up her carefully prepared hair.
She then yelled quite loudly, " YOU FUCKIN ASSHOLE IF YOU DON'T GET OFFA ME IN 2 SECONDS IM GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS UP YA GOT IT!" Dorothy literally tried to strangle Quatre from the behind.
"This is what you get you fuckin whore!"
"WHORE? YOU HAVE SO MUCH BALLS FOR EVEN THINKIN OF CALLING ME A WHORE! IM NOT THE ONE WHO IS TRYING TO GET TROWA TO FUCK ME!"
"YOU BETTER NOT! BUT ATLEAST I CAN FUCK!"
"OH YEA YOU FUCKIN."
Mr. Winner was leaning against the doorframe cleaning his glasses against his shirt and thinking of what tactic he should take to end this argument. After listening after a couple minutes, and wondering where his wonderful children had gone and where they had picked all of these...choice words, decided what he would do. With a last sigh he muttered, "I'm too old for this." He then bent down, grabbed Quatre's collar and hauled him over his shoulder trying to walk away. Trying. He didn't get too far because while Quatre was being pulled up he grabbed Dorothy's hair and Dorothy did the same with Quatre.
"Lemme go!"
"You leggo first!"
"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Takes one to know one!"
"Tramp!"
"Ya momma!"
"Your momma!"
"Don't you talk about my momma like that!"
"Then don't talk about my momma like that!"
Just then Rashid, the family bodyguard, walked by. "Mr. Winner would you like some help?" He couldn't help the smile that was slowly growing on his face.
Mr. Winner then looked pleadingly at Rashid and said, " Would you please?"
Nodding Rashid stooped and picked up Dorothy all the while trying to untangle hands out of hair.
"OW!"
"You let go now!"
"You let go first!"
Rashid soon got tired of all of this and growled, " If neither of you let go then I will be forced to pull your hands out and I wont do it gently."
Believing his threat they quickly snatched their hands out of each other's hair.
"That's more like it," Rashid smiled.
"Thank you Rashid," Mr. Winner continued, " you are on hell of a life saver."
Rashid then laughed, "It was part of the job."
Then Mr. Winner and Rashid put both siblings in their respected rooms to finish getting ready.
"You two are probably going to be late as it is," Rashid stated.
They both looked at the clock on the wall of their rooms and yelled a very pleasant, "OH SHIT!"
Mr. Winner sighed and turned to Rashid as they walked down the hall, " You think they are too old for me to wash their mouth out with soap?"
"Nope, just use tooth paste."
WWWOOOOAAAHHHH who knew Quatre knew words like that. I told ya there would be brothers and sisters fighting dirrty. Guess ya didn't believe me.huh? LOL I NEED REVIEWS!!
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" Hurry up Quatre. Lena is gonna get here any minute."
Aggravated he yelled, " I heard you the first fucking time. I'm just figuring out what would shirt would match my shoes and pants." A lot quieter he mumbled to himself, " Its not my fault you got your period and cant mess around with Relena. I mean damn...you guys do it more than Trowa and I."
See poor Quatre thought that Dorothy didn't hear him but he was oh so wrong. See girls have amazing hearing.especially when it comes to something about them. And even more when you say their names or their girlfriends name. Our poor Quatre found himself in a very awkward position. He is on the floor with a very pissed off Dorothy on his back, straddling him, and twisting his arm behind his back.
"What was that shrimp?" she snarled. She then grabbed his neck and pushed very hard on the area where your neck meets your shoulder.
"Dorothy get offa me. That fuckin hurts.you heavy ass.DAD!"
"Let's get something straight. What Relena and I do is none of your business ASSWIPE. GOT THAT?!"
Just then their father walked into the room and said, "Dorothy Amelia Winner get off of your brother right now." He was red in the face from running and yelling at Dorothy but the time he was finished with his sentence.
Dorothy jumped off of Quatre turned around and tried to apologize, " Sorry daddy but he started it again and he was also." She couldn't finish her sentence because Quatre then tackled from the behind. He then grabbed her arm like she did to him and started to mess up her carefully prepared hair.
She then yelled quite loudly, " YOU FUCKIN ASSHOLE IF YOU DON'T GET OFFA ME IN 2 SECONDS IM GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS UP YA GOT IT!" Dorothy literally tried to strangle Quatre from the behind.
"This is what you get you fuckin whore!"
"WHORE? YOU HAVE SO MUCH BALLS FOR EVEN THINKIN OF CALLING ME A WHORE! IM NOT THE ONE WHO IS TRYING TO GET TROWA TO FUCK ME!"
"YOU BETTER NOT! BUT ATLEAST I CAN FUCK!"
"OH YEA YOU FUCKIN."
Mr. Winner was leaning against the doorframe cleaning his glasses against his shirt and thinking of what tactic he should take to end this argument. After listening after a couple minutes, and wondering where his wonderful children had gone and where they had picked all of these...choice words, decided what he would do. With a last sigh he muttered, "I'm too old for this." He then bent down, grabbed Quatre's collar and hauled him over his shoulder trying to walk away. Trying. He didn't get too far because while Quatre was being pulled up he grabbed Dorothy's hair and Dorothy did the same with Quatre.
"Lemme go!"
"You leggo first!"
"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Takes one to know one!"
"Tramp!"
"Ya momma!"
"Your momma!"
"Don't you talk about my momma like that!"
"Then don't talk about my momma like that!"
Just then Rashid, the family bodyguard, walked by. "Mr. Winner would you like some help?" He couldn't help the smile that was slowly growing on his face.
Mr. Winner then looked pleadingly at Rashid and said, " Would you please?"
Nodding Rashid stooped and picked up Dorothy all the while trying to untangle hands out of hair.
"OW!"
"You let go now!"
"You let go first!"
Rashid soon got tired of all of this and growled, " If neither of you let go then I will be forced to pull your hands out and I wont do it gently."
Believing his threat they quickly snatched their hands out of each other's hair.
"That's more like it," Rashid smiled.
"Thank you Rashid," Mr. Winner continued, " you are on hell of a life saver."
Rashid then laughed, "It was part of the job."
Then Mr. Winner and Rashid put both siblings in their respected rooms to finish getting ready.
"You two are probably going to be late as it is," Rashid stated.
They both looked at the clock on the wall of their rooms and yelled a very pleasant, "OH SHIT!"
Mr. Winner sighed and turned to Rashid as they walked down the hall, " You think they are too old for me to wash their mouth out with soap?"
"Nope, just use tooth paste."
WWWOOOOAAAHHHH who knew Quatre knew words like that. I told ya there would be brothers and sisters fighting dirrty. Guess ya didn't believe me.huh? LOL I NEED REVIEWS!!
