I don't own Marissa. And that is all.
A/N: Thanks for your reviews. I hope you enjoy the chapters.
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So here I am, parked across the street from Theresa's house, observing her house. Hello, I watch television. I've seen Scooby Doo, I know all about detective work. It's all about watching and learning the other person's habit and getting them that way. So I've been staked out in front of Ryan and Theresa's place for two days now.
This is what I've learned about their pattern so far. Depending on the day, Ryan leaves the house first, but on others, Theresa does. Sometimes Ryan leaves around 1pm or maybe 6pm and I got here too late today so I don't know what time Theresa left but yesterday she left at 3pm and got back at around 10pm. 10 o'clock at night!? Who the hell gets home at that time of the night? She must be a stripper! A skanky, smelly, pregnant stripper. Anyway, I've got it down to a science - I'm going to get them good.
This stake out thing is so damn boring. Lord! They make it look like fun on television. It's just a whole bunch of waiting and waiting and waiting. And after I got tired of staring at all the ugly people walking past me, I must admit I waved at a few cute ones, I got on the phone and called a few people.
I still hate Summer, but she'll serve her purpose till I get to her. Of course, she wanted to know what I was doing and I simply told her that I was taking a drive around Chino. She wanted to know why and I said just for fun. Like she'd ever guess? She's far too stupid.
My mother called - seriously I need to block that bitch from my phone. She wondered why I wasn't home for dinner and I told her to fuck herself, not before I explained that the food in Chino tasted much better than the gunk she tries to make me eat at home. She probably thinks I'm at Summer's.
Damn, this damn car stinks! I really know I should take it out - I know I should but I just can't bring myself to. It just reminds me of all those calories. Oh I hate calories. More than weapons of mass destruction. Of course as an American, I can never be victim to a WMD... isn't that abbreviation cool? It looks so high tech and everything. I bet no one else has come up with it. I bet they are so sad they keep calling it 'Weapons of Mass Destruction.' So, so sad. I should be working for the CIA.
Yeah, this car stinks. So, yesterday, after spending three hours dying of heat in this car, staring at the ugly house, I got thirsty, I mean, really thirsty. There's a pizza place down the street from the 'house of pregnant sluts' so I went down to get a diet Pepsi.
I stepped into it and was met with a strong smell of cheese. How do people eat that? I heard that people put milk in barrels and let it rot for years to make cheese. That's so disgusting! Anyway, these people are so low class. I expected to sit down and have a waiter take my order but after sitting for 20 minutes, I got off the chair and went to the counter.
"Where's the waiter? I've been waiting for about an hour already!"
The bastard had the guts to give me a weird look. "There's no waiter. You place your order here."
What the hell? What kind of joint was this? I bet Third World countries have better service! Annoying!
As I was placing my order, from the corner of my eye I saw Theresa walk in. I quickly stared at their little fridge thingy, to make sure she didn't see me.
"Miss, will that be all?" the really retarded guy asked me. Couldn't he see I was hiding? The asshole was trying to blow my cover!
I gestured to him to leave me alone. And he did. At least for once he did something right. Luckily, Theresa didn't get anything, she just stepped in to say hello. When she left, I completed my order.
I asked him for a cup of water to rinse my bottle of Diet Pepsi with. Can you imagine how dirty the bottles in Chino are? I couldn't take the risk. Of course I had to make sure that the calories were 0. I just had to make sure. Then I remembered an article I read about how the government allows companies to claim that the calorie content is only 0 if it is 4 or less! Can you believe that?!?!? I might have been drinking up to four calories. Fucking hell! If I can have 4 calories, I might as well have 4000! What's the difference? Just a few zeroes! So I went back to the pizza place and ordered two large pizzas with everything. The government sucks! Why does everyone hate me?
So I was back in my car, eating the fifth slice from my second pizza when I noticed a fat girl walk past me. She must have been a size 2!!! A size 2! What a cow. Then I looked at my pizza and remembered that eating pizza makes people get to her size. I grabbed the bag I'd brought with me, stuck my finger in my throat and got rid of that shit! I'm so happy I got that dose of reality. How will I make Ryan love me if I get fat?
Now my car stinks. But it's alright -it's a great reminder. My bag is next to my half full bottle of gin. I'm having gin today. It's not as nice as vodka but it's not clear meaning that it probably has like one or two calories so I try not to drink as much.
Jeez, this place is so hot! I think I should increase the air. Oh my God! LORD! Ryan and Theresa are coming this way. I think I'd better hide. Yes, let me hide. They've probably not seen me. Oh gosh, the stench is worse down here. Maybe I'll try to throw it out tomorrow. It's nasty so I'm sure it won't attract any bugs or mice but just for my sanity...
Shit. They are knocking at my door. Should I get up? No. Maybe if I ignore them they'll leave me the hell alone. O.K... ignoring.... ignoring... these people are relentless! They are still knocking. Okay, let me get up. I'm sure my pretty face will only make their day. I'll wind down the window.
"Hey, Marissa, what's going on?" Why is Ryan looking at me like that?
"Nothing, just relaxing."
"Yeah? Theresa said she saw you during her break yesterday."
"Where?"
"At Chico's." What? Pregnancy must come with X-ray vision. Bitch!
"Oh... that wasn't me."
"Marissa, you've been here for hours, would you like to come in?" Theresa asks me. Why is she trying to pretend to be nice? She stole my boyfriend.
"No. You must be mistaken. I just got here."
"Marissa... I know your car, remember? You were here yesterday and you're here today again. Is there something you want?"
FUCK! I didn't need to hear anything else. I just turned my key in the ignition and drove off. They need to start hiding though, because I'm going to get them.
A/N: Thanks for your reviews. I hope you enjoy the chapters.
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So here I am, parked across the street from Theresa's house, observing her house. Hello, I watch television. I've seen Scooby Doo, I know all about detective work. It's all about watching and learning the other person's habit and getting them that way. So I've been staked out in front of Ryan and Theresa's place for two days now.
This is what I've learned about their pattern so far. Depending on the day, Ryan leaves the house first, but on others, Theresa does. Sometimes Ryan leaves around 1pm or maybe 6pm and I got here too late today so I don't know what time Theresa left but yesterday she left at 3pm and got back at around 10pm. 10 o'clock at night!? Who the hell gets home at that time of the night? She must be a stripper! A skanky, smelly, pregnant stripper. Anyway, I've got it down to a science - I'm going to get them good.
This stake out thing is so damn boring. Lord! They make it look like fun on television. It's just a whole bunch of waiting and waiting and waiting. And after I got tired of staring at all the ugly people walking past me, I must admit I waved at a few cute ones, I got on the phone and called a few people.
I still hate Summer, but she'll serve her purpose till I get to her. Of course, she wanted to know what I was doing and I simply told her that I was taking a drive around Chino. She wanted to know why and I said just for fun. Like she'd ever guess? She's far too stupid.
My mother called - seriously I need to block that bitch from my phone. She wondered why I wasn't home for dinner and I told her to fuck herself, not before I explained that the food in Chino tasted much better than the gunk she tries to make me eat at home. She probably thinks I'm at Summer's.
Damn, this damn car stinks! I really know I should take it out - I know I should but I just can't bring myself to. It just reminds me of all those calories. Oh I hate calories. More than weapons of mass destruction. Of course as an American, I can never be victim to a WMD... isn't that abbreviation cool? It looks so high tech and everything. I bet no one else has come up with it. I bet they are so sad they keep calling it 'Weapons of Mass Destruction.' So, so sad. I should be working for the CIA.
Yeah, this car stinks. So, yesterday, after spending three hours dying of heat in this car, staring at the ugly house, I got thirsty, I mean, really thirsty. There's a pizza place down the street from the 'house of pregnant sluts' so I went down to get a diet Pepsi.
I stepped into it and was met with a strong smell of cheese. How do people eat that? I heard that people put milk in barrels and let it rot for years to make cheese. That's so disgusting! Anyway, these people are so low class. I expected to sit down and have a waiter take my order but after sitting for 20 minutes, I got off the chair and went to the counter.
"Where's the waiter? I've been waiting for about an hour already!"
The bastard had the guts to give me a weird look. "There's no waiter. You place your order here."
What the hell? What kind of joint was this? I bet Third World countries have better service! Annoying!
As I was placing my order, from the corner of my eye I saw Theresa walk in. I quickly stared at their little fridge thingy, to make sure she didn't see me.
"Miss, will that be all?" the really retarded guy asked me. Couldn't he see I was hiding? The asshole was trying to blow my cover!
I gestured to him to leave me alone. And he did. At least for once he did something right. Luckily, Theresa didn't get anything, she just stepped in to say hello. When she left, I completed my order.
I asked him for a cup of water to rinse my bottle of Diet Pepsi with. Can you imagine how dirty the bottles in Chino are? I couldn't take the risk. Of course I had to make sure that the calories were 0. I just had to make sure. Then I remembered an article I read about how the government allows companies to claim that the calorie content is only 0 if it is 4 or less! Can you believe that?!?!? I might have been drinking up to four calories. Fucking hell! If I can have 4 calories, I might as well have 4000! What's the difference? Just a few zeroes! So I went back to the pizza place and ordered two large pizzas with everything. The government sucks! Why does everyone hate me?
So I was back in my car, eating the fifth slice from my second pizza when I noticed a fat girl walk past me. She must have been a size 2!!! A size 2! What a cow. Then I looked at my pizza and remembered that eating pizza makes people get to her size. I grabbed the bag I'd brought with me, stuck my finger in my throat and got rid of that shit! I'm so happy I got that dose of reality. How will I make Ryan love me if I get fat?
Now my car stinks. But it's alright -it's a great reminder. My bag is next to my half full bottle of gin. I'm having gin today. It's not as nice as vodka but it's not clear meaning that it probably has like one or two calories so I try not to drink as much.
Jeez, this place is so hot! I think I should increase the air. Oh my God! LORD! Ryan and Theresa are coming this way. I think I'd better hide. Yes, let me hide. They've probably not seen me. Oh gosh, the stench is worse down here. Maybe I'll try to throw it out tomorrow. It's nasty so I'm sure it won't attract any bugs or mice but just for my sanity...
Shit. They are knocking at my door. Should I get up? No. Maybe if I ignore them they'll leave me the hell alone. O.K... ignoring.... ignoring... these people are relentless! They are still knocking. Okay, let me get up. I'm sure my pretty face will only make their day. I'll wind down the window.
"Hey, Marissa, what's going on?" Why is Ryan looking at me like that?
"Nothing, just relaxing."
"Yeah? Theresa said she saw you during her break yesterday."
"Where?"
"At Chico's." What? Pregnancy must come with X-ray vision. Bitch!
"Oh... that wasn't me."
"Marissa, you've been here for hours, would you like to come in?" Theresa asks me. Why is she trying to pretend to be nice? She stole my boyfriend.
"No. You must be mistaken. I just got here."
"Marissa... I know your car, remember? You were here yesterday and you're here today again. Is there something you want?"
FUCK! I didn't need to hear anything else. I just turned my key in the ignition and drove off. They need to start hiding though, because I'm going to get them.