Chapter Four: ...SUCKS!
One small sentence is all that made me even want to wake up this morning. Though my sleep was dreamless and dull, one small innocent sentence ran through my mind like a broken record, reminding me of one thing. "I have to live up to her expectations." And by god, I'm going to do that, even if it kills me. So, I get up, EVER so slowly, damn, my body hurts like HELL. Damn me and my freggin' ditzy moments. I look around, good, no ones here. I don't honestly think I could explain to them what's goin' on with me right now. How can I explain what I don't even know...?
Walking over to the door, then down to the front door I can't help but remember how I felt last night. Well, I'm definitely in a better mood this morning. I go down the ladder, taking EXTRA SPECIAL CARE not to FALL again. Once down, I could see the imprint my body had left in the sand. Hey, that's actually pretty damn cool. Almost like a snow angel, but... like a SAND angel. Lookin' around carefully to see if anyone's lookin' I smile to myself when I see no one in sight. PLOP! And I'm on the sand... moving my arms and legs in the typical "snow angel fasion".... hehe, SAND ANGEL! Getting up I take a look at my "work of art". Mwahaha, it looks pretty cool. Grabing a near by stick, I label my work.
"My SAND angel. By Katie Smyth!"
Nodding my head in satisfaction, I walk over to the water, water always did make me feel better, always made me have to pee like there ain't no tomorrow too... but who am I to complain? I breathe in the sea breeze and all of my spirits shoot sky high, and all of the sudden... could it be? I'm... almost... HAPPY again. ALMOST. Now, what would make me actually happy... would be to take a dip in this BEAUTIFUL OCEAN! OH MY GOD! Why does it have to be so damn GORGIOUS?! All of my troubles seem to be just melting away...
"So, you're finally awake." I turn around to see Riku with his arms crossed over his chest and lookin' at me with... Hell, I don't even think I can determine what the look is... "I thought you might just sleep forever."
"Sorry," I smirk at him "I'm no sleepin' beauty, more like a snorin' ugly." He smiles at me.
"What's with the sudden change in attitude?" he asks.
"I've come to a conclusion..." I pause.
"And that is...?" he seems eager to see what my conclusion is. Huh... it's actually kinda cute.
I smile cheesily at him holding up a peace sign with my fingers. "Depression SUCKS!" He almost falls over. Gee he seems kinda surprised by my answer... but well... IT'S THE TRUTH!
"Well... it's just good to see you back to normal... if what you are IS normal..." he says, despite the fact that his comment is quite harsh, I sense that he's just kiddin' around, so I pay no mind to it. "C'mon," he motions for me to follow "I've got a plan that might help you two."
And therefore we head BACK to the tree house. Oh joy.
****
It's simple, in all honesty it is. Almost TOO simple, and that's what makes me nervous, and I don't like it, not one bit. Not to say that simple is BAD, oh no not at all! Simple is good in many ways, simple minded people happen to be the funnyest damn things on the face of the entire planet! So, simple is good, just not in this case. It's so damn simple it's scary.
"Ok, so let me get this straight," I say promptly, getting moans from my companions out of frustration and annoyance. So what if I've asked this question a thousand times, I still don't get it! "All we have to do is defeat whoever is causing the worlds to disappear and our world will reappear and everything will be peachy?"
"In "lame-mens-terms"... yes." Riku states trying his best to understand my lack of understanding and be reasonable with his growing temper.
Courtney on the other hand... "Gee Katie, I knew you were dumb but -- BY THE GODS-- it's not that HARD!" she yells at me, her anger and need for mocking are never quite controlable. Which makes my life a living hell, but also interesting at the same time.
I turn and snarl at my friend, "I'm not a BRAIN SURGEON here, it's going to take a little more for me to undertand dammit!"
"I'M not a brain surgeon either, mind you, and I can figure it out just fine." she snarls back.
"Don't bother me with the freggin' technicallities here, I'm not in the mood." I mumble, all this thinking, and having Courtney yell is givin' me one HELL of a headache. I lean forward in my chair, at the table we're sitting at, and slap my forhead on my forarms and growl, as Courtney continues to yell.
"Do I look like I'M in the mood either?!" Gee I guess my assumption of her having a sore throat today is way past WRONG! But if she doesn't stop her bickering, I'll MAKE her have one... "You seem to forget Smyth, I'm going through the same shit you are and--!"
"I didn't forget." I say, bearly audible over her angered ranting. "And I really wish you'd stop YELLING IN MY EAR!"
"LIKE WISE!" And the conversation ends with two pairs of eyes glaring at each other with such force that the glasses of drinks before us almost begin to evaporate.
Are these two really friends? They look like they're about to kill each other. Is this how two girls that are best friends act? Wow, there is much more competition between these two then there EVER was between Sora and I. Look at those glares! it's almost like they're trying to melt each other! Girls, don't think I'll ever understand them.
"Women." I mumble. Ah yes, I supose I should call them women they are technically old enough, even though they act like children... Hey wait a sec--!
I can feel his eyes on me again. You know how I can tell? My stomache gets this funny feelin' and the area around my neck gets warm. Strange, but it only does that when he's lookin' at me, and no one else.
"Don't call me a woman! You're one too!" Courtney yells out to me. Oops, she must've thought I was callin' her "woman".
"Don't you think I know that!" I yell back. Great back to square one, the yelling stage. She's about to say something else. Quick! Think of something to say before she speaks! I thrust up my left hand and stick it in front of her face before she opens her mouth. The shock of seeing my hand in her face must've made her pause, good. "Talk to the left, cuz you ain't right."
And I left it at that.
The room was eerily silent--except for the faint noise of the wheels in Riku's head churning. Trying to figure us out... He needs some WD-40-- for about 20 seconds. That's about all the time needed for us to absorb, consult, and understand exactly WHAT had just happened. And then, like all other times, our first reaction is to laugh. And laugh we did, much to Riku's confusion.
I don't get it.
That thought makes me smile--even though I'm already laughing--no one ever gets it. Why should he?
"But seriously," I cut off my insane laughter, getting serious, and getting strange looks from Courtney and Riku. "I get the general concept, ok? Defeat the head of the operation and make things go back to normal and yadda yadda. HOWEVER there are a few 'complications' that you guys are MISSING here!"
"Complications?" Courtney looks at me like I'm crazy. One would think those looks would get on my nerves--seeing as how people are always so generously givin' them to me and all--but no, I'm used to it by now. "How can there be 'complications'? It's one of the simplest plans ever!"
"And THAT, my friend, IS the complication!" I don't think she gets it...
"I don't get it... Are you SURE you're feeling ok?" She puts her hand on my forhead, apparently checkin' my temperature. Moron.
"I'm fine baka!" I push her hand away with a snort.
Courtney scratches her head and stares at me with that look, you know the one. The "I-don't-get-it-but-you-had-better-explain-it" look. "Explain." She says as she extends her hand forward, which kinda makes me wanna slap it. FIVE! But I resist the urge.
Ok, now that I've got their attention to listen to my way-word ideas on the whole plan, I suddenly realize that... I don't know how to put into words what my ideas are. I feel so dumb at this point that I can almost see a little anime SD version of myself giggling nervously and rubbing my neck. Then a giant fly swatter comes down and squashes me... I wince, I wince physically, I wince so physically that I almost fall out of my chair, earning more of them damn looks from C and Riku. But as I stated before, those looks don't bother me... NOT AT ALL!!
In a last ditch effort to keep my dignaty, I ignore my little "Katie's Anime Imaginatory Spaz Attack" and continue racking my feeble brain for the phrases that I want to say. And the words that I want to say, and the punctuation that I want to put it in--and even though you really can't see the periods and comas and any other such markings, I want to find them too, they are JUST AS IMPORTANT! I don't want to leave them in the dark abyss, that is my brain, to cry their poor little eyes out just because I'm in a hurry to make a point--so that I can get my two companions to understand what exactly I meant by "complications." Unfortunatly all that I have just said is too much for me to handle and I go into "Malfunction Mode" (MM for short) and I completely lose all data that has not been saved--which pretty much means EVERYTHING--and therefor I stare at my friends completely confused, and not exactly sure why.
By now Riku and Courtney are leaning in close in order to hear the small mumbles that escape my mouth as my brain goes through a series of automatic reboots. Every now and then my head twitches to the side ever so slightly as major memories and such get tossed back into the dissaray of imaginative filing cabinets stuffed to the brim with imaginative papers that represent everything that I've learned and experienced in my entire lifetime...
"Uh... What were we talking about?" I ask seriously, my friends moan again, and lean back in their chairs... Huh, this must've happened once already today... Too bad I don't have any recollection of these things happening... Hehe.
Then suddenly--almost like you can see the light balb appear over my head--I remember what it was that we were talkin' about and I hold up my hand, halting anything that either of them might have said in order to get me up to speed, and I continue with proving my point. If there even is one... I have a nasty habit of not makin' ANY sense whatsoever.
"What I meant was, how can it be so damn simple?" I pause, I've already said that... "I mean, exactly HOW are we gonna find this guy. WHO exactly IS this guy, assuming that--by the way-- they're even a GUY. WHERE in the HELL are we gonna start lookin' to find the freggin' clues to lead us to WHOEVER it is that's doin' this shit. And what do you guys mean by just DEFEATING him?! ... Her... WHATEVER!!" I pause again to catch my breath and take in the expressions of my companions, both of their expressions are blank.
"Well," Riku states, "I havn't really thought it through to that extent." He blushes a little.
I sigh and lean back in my chair, gee I must've gotten all excited in my rambling, I was just about to bust from my chair! Two seconds, however-- after I lean back comfortably in my chair-- I'm rewarded with a violent slap to the back of my head.
"Way to go Smyth! You just made things more complicated!" Courtney growls at me.
"Well pardon me, Pepmueller! It's not my FAULT that I happen to think of things in the sense that we need to find a way to get there FIRST!!" I growl back, returning the favor of the slap to the head.
She slaps me back.
I shove her.
She sends me flying out of my chair.
I get up and put her in a head lock.
She elbows me in the ribs.
I consider giving her a boob shot, but no, that's too cruel. So, I pull her hair.
She pulls mine back.
I ram her into the wall behind us.
She gives out an enraged scream and looks like she's about to tackle me football style. But something stops her. Well... not SOMETHING, but SOMEONE. Someone with platinum hair for instince, and aqua-green eyes, and who has a really nice bottom, not that I was lookin' at his bottom or anything...
"Girls stop it." He says, he's standing in front of me, back to me, as I oh so well notice. I'm almost drooling, lookin' at his super fine ass... er... I just like his pants! HONEST!
Almost on cue, we both point at each other in defense. "She started it!" We say in unison, glarring at each other at the fact that we did the same thing at the same time. "Did not!" We both say again, our glares getting fiercer. (If that's even a word...)
Courtney looks like she's ready for another go. Bring it. I can take her. But Riku puts his arms up, as if protecting me, when Courtney looks like she's ready to charge through. Why in the HELL is he protecting ME?! He should be protecting HER, she's the one who's gonna need it!
"Riku, get out of the way. Unless you want to be brutally beaten to a pulp by two angry girls." I warn, but it doesn't seem like he heard me, either that, or he's one dumb male. Not to say that men are smart in the first place, but... Oh hell, you get my point.
I wait a few more seconds to see if my words would sink through his thick head, but they don't, unfortunately for him. I grin evilly as I give Courtney the sign. You know, the "get-ready-I'll-tackle-him-first-and-you- be-my-back-up" sign. She reads it perfectly and I ready my stance for the charge. Three... Two... One... and I pounce on the poor unsuspected guy's back, imediatly putting him in a sleeper hold and wrapping my legs around his waist. My weight, however, hits him with such surprise that he can't keep us both up and we fall backwards (much to my dismay, I'm on the bottom here). He struggles, like any other human being would do, but you see, I have brothers, and this hold works very effectively against the male gender.
I don't think she could really help it, I mean, if it were me, I'd probably do the same damn thing she is right now. Damn, she must've interpereted my "get-ready-I'll-tackle-him-first-and-you-be-my-back-up" sign as the "hey-watch-this-you'll-think-it's-funny" sign. Well, in her defense, the two are VERY similar and easily mixed up. But it really sucks for me cuz now she'll tease me about this one too, wonderful... Anyway, back to my present situation, here I am, effectivly pinning the guy of my dreams down on the floor in my special manuvour, while my so called "back up" is laughing so hard in the corner that I think she'll pass out any second from lack of oxygen. Interesting predicament, eh? Well, guess what, it gets worse.
If you were to have asked me an hour ago about my special manuvour, I'd have told you that there were no weak points nor counter moves. And I don't know how he did it, but he did. He found a weakness... not in the manuvour, but in me. When I had previously tested this move on my brothers I had no intention of believing that they would touch me in anyother way than a punch or kick or anythin' else that might cause some sort of damage. Riku, is not one of my brothers--obviously--and therefor he would have every intention of touchin' me in a way other than a punch or kick. He did somethin' totally unexpected.
He tickled me.
And we all know that the last thing my brothers would do would be to tickle me. Needless to say, his tactic worked, and worked like a charm in his favor. At first I'm not too sure of how to react to the fact that he's touchin' me on my sides, and not fighting for air that my arm is so convieniently takin' away, so I continue to squash his wind pipe without hesitation. But... not even the toughest of women can resist the urge to laugh when someone is ticklin' them, I don't care who you are, or whether you're ticklish or not, EVERYONE laughs. And laugh I did, which really wasn't the problem, you see the problem was that when I did laugh, I lost all strength in my arms and legs. Guess what that did! It gave Riku the opening he needed.
Before I know it I'm pinned roughly to the floor, both arms held in place by Riku's own and my legs pinned together by Riku's own as well. I... am stuck. I look up at him sheepishly, smiling nervously, while the last of my laughing escapes my throat. I look into his green eyes and see a hint of anger, not too much, but enough to make me a little scared. There's no telling what a guy will do once he has you pinned down, I don't care who he is.
"What in the hell was that for?" He asks. Not to sound like a wimp, but... his grip on my wrists kinda hurts... just alittle...
"Um... well... actually..." I studder. What in the hell WAS that for? I don't even remember WHY I did that!
In the back ground I hear that Courtney has finally stopped laughing, and everything goes silent. I don't like silent, silent is bad. I could almost hear her gulp as I look over at her pleading with her to help me in this situation. She doesn't move, but I can see in her green eyes that she can't help me. Chicken... though I don't blame her.
The silence seems to make the man on top of me sort of angry. He growls and puts more pressure on my arms. I wince, but not too noticably--I think--and I wiggle alittle trying to see if I could escape. No luck. Lookin' back up into his eyes to try and pleed through my own, I find that the little hint of anger has exploded and all I see is anger.
His eyes narrow.
I gulp.
He starts to laugh.
I do a double take.
"Wha...?" I say just before he starts to lean forward, his face getting closer to mine. Ooooooooh boy... NOT GOOD!!! RED A-FREGGIN'-LERT!! BATTLE STATIONS!!! INTRUDER OF MY PERSONAL SPACE!!! WOO WOO WOO!!!
While my mind goes through several counter tactics that I could be using just about now, my body remains still. I'm too shocked to move. And... do I really WANT to move? I mean... I DO like the guy, right? So, why is this a BAD situation? Well, I can think of a few...
ONE: Courtney is RIGHT THERE.
TWO: I've only known the guy for like, what? Three maybe four days?!
THREE: It goes against EVERYTHING that I've believed in my ENTIRE LIFE!
FOUR: ... I can't really think of any more...
All the while he still gets closer and closer. I can feel his warm breath on my face, my neck gets really warm, my stomache churns with butterflies, and my mind is screaming at me to do something. ANYTHING! My heart beats a little faster, and my breathing becomes ragged. What is WRONG with me?! The places on my wrists where his skin touches mine tingles with something that I can't explain, and his eyes bore into mine, like he's... searching my soul. For what, is WAY beyond me, what does one look for when searching someone elses soul?
His eyes suddenly soften and he smiles sweetly.
She's scared.
GOD DAMN RIGHT I AM!!!
I wonder why...? He still advances. I close my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat, awaiting the enevitable. But... nothin' comes. I feel his breath tickle my ear, which makes me shudder from head to toe. He chuckles alittle at my shiver, and loosens the grip on my arms.
"Psyche." He whispers. I open my eyes with a start. I hear a loud thump from about where Courtney was, I glance over and I see that she's fallen to the ground, relief written all over her face. It takes a few seconds for me to fully understand what in the HELL had just happened. Psyc huh? I'll give you a psyc, you ass...!
"Psyche... Psyche...! PSYCHE!?" I scream pushing him away from me with my now free hands. "PSYC?! Is that ALL you have to say to ME?!" I get to a kneeling position so that I can look him in the eyes as he sits on his rump surprised by my actions. I grab his shirt and give him a little shake before I put my own face right up to his--I however have no intention of anythin' intimate--and I growl viciously at him. "How DARE you DO that to me!! YOU SCARED THE LIVING BE-JESUS OUT OF ME!! I should KILL you for that!" I see something that resembles fright in his eyes, and I let him go. I sigh and run my hand through my bangs. I need to go for a walk. I stand and bow to my two friends. "Excuse me." and I leave the tree house.
One small sentence is all that made me even want to wake up this morning. Though my sleep was dreamless and dull, one small innocent sentence ran through my mind like a broken record, reminding me of one thing. "I have to live up to her expectations." And by god, I'm going to do that, even if it kills me. So, I get up, EVER so slowly, damn, my body hurts like HELL. Damn me and my freggin' ditzy moments. I look around, good, no ones here. I don't honestly think I could explain to them what's goin' on with me right now. How can I explain what I don't even know...?
Walking over to the door, then down to the front door I can't help but remember how I felt last night. Well, I'm definitely in a better mood this morning. I go down the ladder, taking EXTRA SPECIAL CARE not to FALL again. Once down, I could see the imprint my body had left in the sand. Hey, that's actually pretty damn cool. Almost like a snow angel, but... like a SAND angel. Lookin' around carefully to see if anyone's lookin' I smile to myself when I see no one in sight. PLOP! And I'm on the sand... moving my arms and legs in the typical "snow angel fasion".... hehe, SAND ANGEL! Getting up I take a look at my "work of art". Mwahaha, it looks pretty cool. Grabing a near by stick, I label my work.
"My SAND angel. By Katie Smyth!"
Nodding my head in satisfaction, I walk over to the water, water always did make me feel better, always made me have to pee like there ain't no tomorrow too... but who am I to complain? I breathe in the sea breeze and all of my spirits shoot sky high, and all of the sudden... could it be? I'm... almost... HAPPY again. ALMOST. Now, what would make me actually happy... would be to take a dip in this BEAUTIFUL OCEAN! OH MY GOD! Why does it have to be so damn GORGIOUS?! All of my troubles seem to be just melting away...
"So, you're finally awake." I turn around to see Riku with his arms crossed over his chest and lookin' at me with... Hell, I don't even think I can determine what the look is... "I thought you might just sleep forever."
"Sorry," I smirk at him "I'm no sleepin' beauty, more like a snorin' ugly." He smiles at me.
"What's with the sudden change in attitude?" he asks.
"I've come to a conclusion..." I pause.
"And that is...?" he seems eager to see what my conclusion is. Huh... it's actually kinda cute.
I smile cheesily at him holding up a peace sign with my fingers. "Depression SUCKS!" He almost falls over. Gee he seems kinda surprised by my answer... but well... IT'S THE TRUTH!
"Well... it's just good to see you back to normal... if what you are IS normal..." he says, despite the fact that his comment is quite harsh, I sense that he's just kiddin' around, so I pay no mind to it. "C'mon," he motions for me to follow "I've got a plan that might help you two."
And therefore we head BACK to the tree house. Oh joy.
****
It's simple, in all honesty it is. Almost TOO simple, and that's what makes me nervous, and I don't like it, not one bit. Not to say that simple is BAD, oh no not at all! Simple is good in many ways, simple minded people happen to be the funnyest damn things on the face of the entire planet! So, simple is good, just not in this case. It's so damn simple it's scary.
"Ok, so let me get this straight," I say promptly, getting moans from my companions out of frustration and annoyance. So what if I've asked this question a thousand times, I still don't get it! "All we have to do is defeat whoever is causing the worlds to disappear and our world will reappear and everything will be peachy?"
"In "lame-mens-terms"... yes." Riku states trying his best to understand my lack of understanding and be reasonable with his growing temper.
Courtney on the other hand... "Gee Katie, I knew you were dumb but -- BY THE GODS-- it's not that HARD!" she yells at me, her anger and need for mocking are never quite controlable. Which makes my life a living hell, but also interesting at the same time.
I turn and snarl at my friend, "I'm not a BRAIN SURGEON here, it's going to take a little more for me to undertand dammit!"
"I'M not a brain surgeon either, mind you, and I can figure it out just fine." she snarls back.
"Don't bother me with the freggin' technicallities here, I'm not in the mood." I mumble, all this thinking, and having Courtney yell is givin' me one HELL of a headache. I lean forward in my chair, at the table we're sitting at, and slap my forhead on my forarms and growl, as Courtney continues to yell.
"Do I look like I'M in the mood either?!" Gee I guess my assumption of her having a sore throat today is way past WRONG! But if she doesn't stop her bickering, I'll MAKE her have one... "You seem to forget Smyth, I'm going through the same shit you are and--!"
"I didn't forget." I say, bearly audible over her angered ranting. "And I really wish you'd stop YELLING IN MY EAR!"
"LIKE WISE!" And the conversation ends with two pairs of eyes glaring at each other with such force that the glasses of drinks before us almost begin to evaporate.
Are these two really friends? They look like they're about to kill each other. Is this how two girls that are best friends act? Wow, there is much more competition between these two then there EVER was between Sora and I. Look at those glares! it's almost like they're trying to melt each other! Girls, don't think I'll ever understand them.
"Women." I mumble. Ah yes, I supose I should call them women they are technically old enough, even though they act like children... Hey wait a sec--!
I can feel his eyes on me again. You know how I can tell? My stomache gets this funny feelin' and the area around my neck gets warm. Strange, but it only does that when he's lookin' at me, and no one else.
"Don't call me a woman! You're one too!" Courtney yells out to me. Oops, she must've thought I was callin' her "woman".
"Don't you think I know that!" I yell back. Great back to square one, the yelling stage. She's about to say something else. Quick! Think of something to say before she speaks! I thrust up my left hand and stick it in front of her face before she opens her mouth. The shock of seeing my hand in her face must've made her pause, good. "Talk to the left, cuz you ain't right."
And I left it at that.
The room was eerily silent--except for the faint noise of the wheels in Riku's head churning. Trying to figure us out... He needs some WD-40-- for about 20 seconds. That's about all the time needed for us to absorb, consult, and understand exactly WHAT had just happened. And then, like all other times, our first reaction is to laugh. And laugh we did, much to Riku's confusion.
I don't get it.
That thought makes me smile--even though I'm already laughing--no one ever gets it. Why should he?
"But seriously," I cut off my insane laughter, getting serious, and getting strange looks from Courtney and Riku. "I get the general concept, ok? Defeat the head of the operation and make things go back to normal and yadda yadda. HOWEVER there are a few 'complications' that you guys are MISSING here!"
"Complications?" Courtney looks at me like I'm crazy. One would think those looks would get on my nerves--seeing as how people are always so generously givin' them to me and all--but no, I'm used to it by now. "How can there be 'complications'? It's one of the simplest plans ever!"
"And THAT, my friend, IS the complication!" I don't think she gets it...
"I don't get it... Are you SURE you're feeling ok?" She puts her hand on my forhead, apparently checkin' my temperature. Moron.
"I'm fine baka!" I push her hand away with a snort.
Courtney scratches her head and stares at me with that look, you know the one. The "I-don't-get-it-but-you-had-better-explain-it" look. "Explain." She says as she extends her hand forward, which kinda makes me wanna slap it. FIVE! But I resist the urge.
Ok, now that I've got their attention to listen to my way-word ideas on the whole plan, I suddenly realize that... I don't know how to put into words what my ideas are. I feel so dumb at this point that I can almost see a little anime SD version of myself giggling nervously and rubbing my neck. Then a giant fly swatter comes down and squashes me... I wince, I wince physically, I wince so physically that I almost fall out of my chair, earning more of them damn looks from C and Riku. But as I stated before, those looks don't bother me... NOT AT ALL!!
In a last ditch effort to keep my dignaty, I ignore my little "Katie's Anime Imaginatory Spaz Attack" and continue racking my feeble brain for the phrases that I want to say. And the words that I want to say, and the punctuation that I want to put it in--and even though you really can't see the periods and comas and any other such markings, I want to find them too, they are JUST AS IMPORTANT! I don't want to leave them in the dark abyss, that is my brain, to cry their poor little eyes out just because I'm in a hurry to make a point--so that I can get my two companions to understand what exactly I meant by "complications." Unfortunatly all that I have just said is too much for me to handle and I go into "Malfunction Mode" (MM for short) and I completely lose all data that has not been saved--which pretty much means EVERYTHING--and therefor I stare at my friends completely confused, and not exactly sure why.
By now Riku and Courtney are leaning in close in order to hear the small mumbles that escape my mouth as my brain goes through a series of automatic reboots. Every now and then my head twitches to the side ever so slightly as major memories and such get tossed back into the dissaray of imaginative filing cabinets stuffed to the brim with imaginative papers that represent everything that I've learned and experienced in my entire lifetime...
"Uh... What were we talking about?" I ask seriously, my friends moan again, and lean back in their chairs... Huh, this must've happened once already today... Too bad I don't have any recollection of these things happening... Hehe.
Then suddenly--almost like you can see the light balb appear over my head--I remember what it was that we were talkin' about and I hold up my hand, halting anything that either of them might have said in order to get me up to speed, and I continue with proving my point. If there even is one... I have a nasty habit of not makin' ANY sense whatsoever.
"What I meant was, how can it be so damn simple?" I pause, I've already said that... "I mean, exactly HOW are we gonna find this guy. WHO exactly IS this guy, assuming that--by the way-- they're even a GUY. WHERE in the HELL are we gonna start lookin' to find the freggin' clues to lead us to WHOEVER it is that's doin' this shit. And what do you guys mean by just DEFEATING him?! ... Her... WHATEVER!!" I pause again to catch my breath and take in the expressions of my companions, both of their expressions are blank.
"Well," Riku states, "I havn't really thought it through to that extent." He blushes a little.
I sigh and lean back in my chair, gee I must've gotten all excited in my rambling, I was just about to bust from my chair! Two seconds, however-- after I lean back comfortably in my chair-- I'm rewarded with a violent slap to the back of my head.
"Way to go Smyth! You just made things more complicated!" Courtney growls at me.
"Well pardon me, Pepmueller! It's not my FAULT that I happen to think of things in the sense that we need to find a way to get there FIRST!!" I growl back, returning the favor of the slap to the head.
She slaps me back.
I shove her.
She sends me flying out of my chair.
I get up and put her in a head lock.
She elbows me in the ribs.
I consider giving her a boob shot, but no, that's too cruel. So, I pull her hair.
She pulls mine back.
I ram her into the wall behind us.
She gives out an enraged scream and looks like she's about to tackle me football style. But something stops her. Well... not SOMETHING, but SOMEONE. Someone with platinum hair for instince, and aqua-green eyes, and who has a really nice bottom, not that I was lookin' at his bottom or anything...
"Girls stop it." He says, he's standing in front of me, back to me, as I oh so well notice. I'm almost drooling, lookin' at his super fine ass... er... I just like his pants! HONEST!
Almost on cue, we both point at each other in defense. "She started it!" We say in unison, glarring at each other at the fact that we did the same thing at the same time. "Did not!" We both say again, our glares getting fiercer. (If that's even a word...)
Courtney looks like she's ready for another go. Bring it. I can take her. But Riku puts his arms up, as if protecting me, when Courtney looks like she's ready to charge through. Why in the HELL is he protecting ME?! He should be protecting HER, she's the one who's gonna need it!
"Riku, get out of the way. Unless you want to be brutally beaten to a pulp by two angry girls." I warn, but it doesn't seem like he heard me, either that, or he's one dumb male. Not to say that men are smart in the first place, but... Oh hell, you get my point.
I wait a few more seconds to see if my words would sink through his thick head, but they don't, unfortunately for him. I grin evilly as I give Courtney the sign. You know, the "get-ready-I'll-tackle-him-first-and-you- be-my-back-up" sign. She reads it perfectly and I ready my stance for the charge. Three... Two... One... and I pounce on the poor unsuspected guy's back, imediatly putting him in a sleeper hold and wrapping my legs around his waist. My weight, however, hits him with such surprise that he can't keep us both up and we fall backwards (much to my dismay, I'm on the bottom here). He struggles, like any other human being would do, but you see, I have brothers, and this hold works very effectively against the male gender.
I don't think she could really help it, I mean, if it were me, I'd probably do the same damn thing she is right now. Damn, she must've interpereted my "get-ready-I'll-tackle-him-first-and-you-be-my-back-up" sign as the "hey-watch-this-you'll-think-it's-funny" sign. Well, in her defense, the two are VERY similar and easily mixed up. But it really sucks for me cuz now she'll tease me about this one too, wonderful... Anyway, back to my present situation, here I am, effectivly pinning the guy of my dreams down on the floor in my special manuvour, while my so called "back up" is laughing so hard in the corner that I think she'll pass out any second from lack of oxygen. Interesting predicament, eh? Well, guess what, it gets worse.
If you were to have asked me an hour ago about my special manuvour, I'd have told you that there were no weak points nor counter moves. And I don't know how he did it, but he did. He found a weakness... not in the manuvour, but in me. When I had previously tested this move on my brothers I had no intention of believing that they would touch me in anyother way than a punch or kick or anythin' else that might cause some sort of damage. Riku, is not one of my brothers--obviously--and therefor he would have every intention of touchin' me in a way other than a punch or kick. He did somethin' totally unexpected.
He tickled me.
And we all know that the last thing my brothers would do would be to tickle me. Needless to say, his tactic worked, and worked like a charm in his favor. At first I'm not too sure of how to react to the fact that he's touchin' me on my sides, and not fighting for air that my arm is so convieniently takin' away, so I continue to squash his wind pipe without hesitation. But... not even the toughest of women can resist the urge to laugh when someone is ticklin' them, I don't care who you are, or whether you're ticklish or not, EVERYONE laughs. And laugh I did, which really wasn't the problem, you see the problem was that when I did laugh, I lost all strength in my arms and legs. Guess what that did! It gave Riku the opening he needed.
Before I know it I'm pinned roughly to the floor, both arms held in place by Riku's own and my legs pinned together by Riku's own as well. I... am stuck. I look up at him sheepishly, smiling nervously, while the last of my laughing escapes my throat. I look into his green eyes and see a hint of anger, not too much, but enough to make me a little scared. There's no telling what a guy will do once he has you pinned down, I don't care who he is.
"What in the hell was that for?" He asks. Not to sound like a wimp, but... his grip on my wrists kinda hurts... just alittle...
"Um... well... actually..." I studder. What in the hell WAS that for? I don't even remember WHY I did that!
In the back ground I hear that Courtney has finally stopped laughing, and everything goes silent. I don't like silent, silent is bad. I could almost hear her gulp as I look over at her pleading with her to help me in this situation. She doesn't move, but I can see in her green eyes that she can't help me. Chicken... though I don't blame her.
The silence seems to make the man on top of me sort of angry. He growls and puts more pressure on my arms. I wince, but not too noticably--I think--and I wiggle alittle trying to see if I could escape. No luck. Lookin' back up into his eyes to try and pleed through my own, I find that the little hint of anger has exploded and all I see is anger.
His eyes narrow.
I gulp.
He starts to laugh.
I do a double take.
"Wha...?" I say just before he starts to lean forward, his face getting closer to mine. Ooooooooh boy... NOT GOOD!!! RED A-FREGGIN'-LERT!! BATTLE STATIONS!!! INTRUDER OF MY PERSONAL SPACE!!! WOO WOO WOO!!!
While my mind goes through several counter tactics that I could be using just about now, my body remains still. I'm too shocked to move. And... do I really WANT to move? I mean... I DO like the guy, right? So, why is this a BAD situation? Well, I can think of a few...
ONE: Courtney is RIGHT THERE.
TWO: I've only known the guy for like, what? Three maybe four days?!
THREE: It goes against EVERYTHING that I've believed in my ENTIRE LIFE!
FOUR: ... I can't really think of any more...
All the while he still gets closer and closer. I can feel his warm breath on my face, my neck gets really warm, my stomache churns with butterflies, and my mind is screaming at me to do something. ANYTHING! My heart beats a little faster, and my breathing becomes ragged. What is WRONG with me?! The places on my wrists where his skin touches mine tingles with something that I can't explain, and his eyes bore into mine, like he's... searching my soul. For what, is WAY beyond me, what does one look for when searching someone elses soul?
His eyes suddenly soften and he smiles sweetly.
She's scared.
GOD DAMN RIGHT I AM!!!
I wonder why...? He still advances. I close my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat, awaiting the enevitable. But... nothin' comes. I feel his breath tickle my ear, which makes me shudder from head to toe. He chuckles alittle at my shiver, and loosens the grip on my arms.
"Psyche." He whispers. I open my eyes with a start. I hear a loud thump from about where Courtney was, I glance over and I see that she's fallen to the ground, relief written all over her face. It takes a few seconds for me to fully understand what in the HELL had just happened. Psyc huh? I'll give you a psyc, you ass...!
"Psyche... Psyche...! PSYCHE!?" I scream pushing him away from me with my now free hands. "PSYC?! Is that ALL you have to say to ME?!" I get to a kneeling position so that I can look him in the eyes as he sits on his rump surprised by my actions. I grab his shirt and give him a little shake before I put my own face right up to his--I however have no intention of anythin' intimate--and I growl viciously at him. "How DARE you DO that to me!! YOU SCARED THE LIVING BE-JESUS OUT OF ME!! I should KILL you for that!" I see something that resembles fright in his eyes, and I let him go. I sigh and run my hand through my bangs. I need to go for a walk. I stand and bow to my two friends. "Excuse me." and I leave the tree house.
