Yo, I am very happy with my fan fic so far, y'know why? One, because I avoided making it into a MARY-SUE!! YAY! Also, I like how all the people who are reading this fic, like it! YAY! I also like that I can talk about Reese's freely within my fan fic! YAY! One thing I DON'T like is the fact that I don't have enough readers (but I have eight at least)! *sniff* And I've already spent so many MBs on this.. well, not really, mostly kilobytes, but close enough (nuh uh) oh you shut up. Well, let's keep the wise-cracks cracking shall we?
Oh, one other thing, just to make sure I'm not, crazy or something... How many of you readers are extremely obsessed with Kurt? I mean, I swear, I got extremely hyper from the lack of Nightcrawler in action and I had to beg to rent X-2 (I'm waiting for the third movie to come out, so I can get a boxed set, you don't know how hard this is! X-2's got all those special features ALL ABOUT NIGHTCRAWLER, *sniffle* so hard...) but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one.. *cough*
Ok, ok, I have another thing, I know this chapter is.. weird, but I couldn't really think of anything else that Yori would do, and though it's very suspicious, I'm not going to get into some big romancy thing
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My coughing fit having passed I began to stare at the wrappers, all those wrappers, all over the floor, at one time containing MY Reeses... That little blue bugger. I started to pick up the wrappers and proceeded to throw them in the trash. I muttered to myself trying to find the best way to exact my revenge upon all things blue and fuzzy. As I got through the pile I found one that had 'Yori's' written in big black letters on it. Strange, I don't remember writing on my Reese's... Aw, he was saving one for me! That would've been so sweet, except he ATE IT. My secret stash had been quite large so now my poor trash was over flowing. Sigh, I guess I've got to take it out for the trash man. I tied the bag and walked with it in front of me. It was harder to carry that way, but it prevented contact with those frigging walls.
I opened the door and looked around. I don't tell anybody this, but being outside while its dark is NOT on my happy places list. I looked around cautiously, but scolded myself for my cowardice. I continued forward, the garage isn't THAT far away. After reassuring myself several times I finally reached the garage door, and extended a hand to open it.
I was suddenly started by something jumping in front of the door, "AIEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I proceeded to smack whatever it was several times with the garbage bag.
"Vait! Ow, stop! Ow, it's me! OW! Please stoooop! OW."
Actually, after I heard the 'Vait' I knew who it was, but he deserved the beating.
"Oh, Kurt... DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT!"
Kurt was clutching his head, "Ja, I just realized zat."
"N-Now, I'm gonna go throw the trash out, you stay here, and.. watch for.. stuff." I walked past Kurt and into the garage where I deposited my poor Reese's so they could depart to their final resting place in candy land, *sniffle*. I walked out cautiously, making sure I knew where Kurt was.
I grabbed his arm, "C'mon, you Reese's stealer. It's too cold for you to stay out here, and too damn dark." I shivered. Damn my fear of the outside.
"But," Kurt protested, "Vhere vill I sleep?"
"In my room, dur."
"In YOUR room?!"
I faced him, "Well yeah, where ELSE are you supposed to sleep?"
"But.. girl, and guy.. and .. vell.. but it's not right!"
"Oh stop whining. You're going to be on the floor, it's not like we're in the same bed! You don't have any extra clothes do you?"
".. No.."
"Well that's just GREAT, maybe Mom's got some guy clothes in her room, I don't know why she would, but it's possible. If not, I'm goin' shopping tomorrow." I turned from him and continued to the door, "And you'll be going."
I grinned at his stunned silence, and opened the door. While walking up the stairs I tried not to let him know that I had no clue as to how I would sneak him into a mall, so I was pretty much hoping Mom had some clothes.
I was pretty sure I had some abnormally large pajamas that my aunt gave me, I think, for Christmas last year. I swear they must think I'm fat or something. Those would have to do for now, I guess, although it made me snicker as I imagined Kurt wearing my pajamas.
We finally got to my room, which strangely seemed to take forever to get to, and motioned for Kurt to just sit somewhere, I don't care where. I began to dig through my dresser drawers looking for those stupid striped pajamas. At least they weren't ugly brown colors or something.
I finally found them and pulled them out, "Hey, stand up."
Kurt stood up reluctantly from his spot on the bed. I grabbed the top part of those awful pajamas and held them up.
"Eehh, they'll fit, but I think they're too big for you too." I looked over at the pant part of the pajamas on the floor, "Erm, you'll have to see if those fit by yourself, 'cause I know what you're supposed to do to check pant sizes, aaand.. yeah. I'm gonna go change in the bathroom, you can wear those if you want to, but don't feel obligated.. Err... you might want to cut a hole in the back there, for your tail, I think there's a pair of scissors over in that drawer *point*. I'll be riiiight back."
I shut the door behind myself and walked to the bathroom. I'm guessing, and just guessing now, that most girls would be extremely giddy if they knew some guy was changing, in their room. But, I dunno, it just doesn't.. bug me. Yes, yes, I'm weird, I understand that. Live with it. Now where was.. ah yes. I changed out of my clothes into my ultra fuzzy pajamas, hehe. I pulled out the scrunchie in my hair, and rolled my clothes into a ball. I stepped back into the hallway and walked to my room (less chances of hurting that way).
I stopped in front of my door and hesitated, I should probably knock, so I did, "Kurt? Is it safe to come in?"
I couldn't exactly hear the response, but I THINK he said it was okay.
I opened the door cautiously, and looked around quickly. He was.. almost done. He didn't unbutton part of the shirt and couldn't get it over his head. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh, but I ended up snorting any ways, oops.
Kurt flailed his arms around, "Stop laughing, and help me!"
"Oh, uh, right," cough. I unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it down over his head, "There." I adjusted the collar because otherwise it would just be uncomfortable.
Kurt looked at me funny, which made me feel funny, which isn't funny.
"Now, let's see, I believe we have a futon or something like it somewhere in the house, c'mon." I waved my hand at him in a 'hurry up' kind of way.
Down the stairs in he living room we had one of those closets, yeah, the closet that has everything in it, but you can never FIND anything? Yup, one of those. This just happened to be where we kept the futon, good thing futons are HUGE, or else it would've taken MORE than half an hour to find it.
I dragged the futon out and threw it as well as one can throw a futon to Kurt so I could shove everything back in the closet and shut the damn door.
I turned back to Kurt, "Whoo, that was fun. Is that thing comfy enough for sleeping on? I hate to leave people uncomfortable."
"It's better zan vhat I vas expecting to sleep on."
"I guess that's a yay? C'mon, I'm sleeeepy, you don't have to go to sleep immediately, but I suggest you at least stay in the room just so Mom doesn't find you wandering around the house, and you probably don't want to go outside in.. those." I pointed to the extremely ugly pajamas, but at least they were like.. uber ugly.
Kurt nodded, why must he be so quiet? I mean come on, I want to hear the German accent, just cuz y'know? Oh well, I nodded back and headed to the stairs. I stopped and stared at the stairs, stare, stair, homophone, hehe. Anyways, all the poofing made me lazy, I had to force myself to walk up the stairs.
*BAMF*
I growled when Kurt poofed up the stairs and sat down at the top waiting for me to hurry up. He yawned and swung his tail around a bit just to bug me, and it worked. I finally just ran up the stairs so he couldn't tease me any more. At the top I shoved him over and ran to my room. I turned around to blow a raspberry, only to realize (*BAMF*) that he was now in front of me.
"Oof," Of course, if I can't run into a wall, I run into Kurt, I'm so coordinated, "You... Flooger booger!"
"Flooger?"
"Yes flooger! Stop goofing around. It's.."
"Annoying?"
I pointed at his face, "YES! That!"
"Only because you're losing."
I shoved Kurt aside again and continued once again to my room. See? He IS a flooger booger... Although the word flooger is made up and means absolutely nothing, but he still is one!
Once inside my room I sighed and turned around to tell him to get his butt in here, but of course, he's not THERE. I clenched my fist and punched the supposedly empty space behind me. Just as I expected, it wasn't empty.
Ignoring the figure curled up on the floor clutching it's stomach, I shut the door and turned off the lights. I sat on my bed and watched Kurt shake it off.
"You deserved it."
"No I didn't."
"Whatever, you can put the futon wherever you want, oh," I threw a pillow at him, "You might want that. I'm going to bed, but you've got to be quiet! I can get to sleep easily and stay zonked out for quite a while, but Mom is different. G'night Flooger."
I finally just laid down and scrunched up in my covers. Oh wait, Kurt might need covers. But I only have a sheet and my comforter, and I LOVE my comforter, but the sheet is freaking thin... Oh poo. I sighed and threw the comforter at him and brought the sheet as tight around me as possible.
I continued to grumble to myself until I heard a muffled 'Thanks', "Hmph, no problem..."
Tonight is going to be a damn cold night.
Oh, one other thing, just to make sure I'm not, crazy or something... How many of you readers are extremely obsessed with Kurt? I mean, I swear, I got extremely hyper from the lack of Nightcrawler in action and I had to beg to rent X-2 (I'm waiting for the third movie to come out, so I can get a boxed set, you don't know how hard this is! X-2's got all those special features ALL ABOUT NIGHTCRAWLER, *sniffle* so hard...) but I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one.. *cough*
Ok, ok, I have another thing, I know this chapter is.. weird, but I couldn't really think of anything else that Yori would do, and though it's very suspicious, I'm not going to get into some big romancy thing
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My coughing fit having passed I began to stare at the wrappers, all those wrappers, all over the floor, at one time containing MY Reeses... That little blue bugger. I started to pick up the wrappers and proceeded to throw them in the trash. I muttered to myself trying to find the best way to exact my revenge upon all things blue and fuzzy. As I got through the pile I found one that had 'Yori's' written in big black letters on it. Strange, I don't remember writing on my Reese's... Aw, he was saving one for me! That would've been so sweet, except he ATE IT. My secret stash had been quite large so now my poor trash was over flowing. Sigh, I guess I've got to take it out for the trash man. I tied the bag and walked with it in front of me. It was harder to carry that way, but it prevented contact with those frigging walls.
I opened the door and looked around. I don't tell anybody this, but being outside while its dark is NOT on my happy places list. I looked around cautiously, but scolded myself for my cowardice. I continued forward, the garage isn't THAT far away. After reassuring myself several times I finally reached the garage door, and extended a hand to open it.
I was suddenly started by something jumping in front of the door, "AIEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I proceeded to smack whatever it was several times with the garbage bag.
"Vait! Ow, stop! Ow, it's me! OW! Please stoooop! OW."
Actually, after I heard the 'Vait' I knew who it was, but he deserved the beating.
"Oh, Kurt... DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT!"
Kurt was clutching his head, "Ja, I just realized zat."
"N-Now, I'm gonna go throw the trash out, you stay here, and.. watch for.. stuff." I walked past Kurt and into the garage where I deposited my poor Reese's so they could depart to their final resting place in candy land, *sniffle*. I walked out cautiously, making sure I knew where Kurt was.
I grabbed his arm, "C'mon, you Reese's stealer. It's too cold for you to stay out here, and too damn dark." I shivered. Damn my fear of the outside.
"But," Kurt protested, "Vhere vill I sleep?"
"In my room, dur."
"In YOUR room?!"
I faced him, "Well yeah, where ELSE are you supposed to sleep?"
"But.. girl, and guy.. and .. vell.. but it's not right!"
"Oh stop whining. You're going to be on the floor, it's not like we're in the same bed! You don't have any extra clothes do you?"
".. No.."
"Well that's just GREAT, maybe Mom's got some guy clothes in her room, I don't know why she would, but it's possible. If not, I'm goin' shopping tomorrow." I turned from him and continued to the door, "And you'll be going."
I grinned at his stunned silence, and opened the door. While walking up the stairs I tried not to let him know that I had no clue as to how I would sneak him into a mall, so I was pretty much hoping Mom had some clothes.
I was pretty sure I had some abnormally large pajamas that my aunt gave me, I think, for Christmas last year. I swear they must think I'm fat or something. Those would have to do for now, I guess, although it made me snicker as I imagined Kurt wearing my pajamas.
We finally got to my room, which strangely seemed to take forever to get to, and motioned for Kurt to just sit somewhere, I don't care where. I began to dig through my dresser drawers looking for those stupid striped pajamas. At least they weren't ugly brown colors or something.
I finally found them and pulled them out, "Hey, stand up."
Kurt stood up reluctantly from his spot on the bed. I grabbed the top part of those awful pajamas and held them up.
"Eehh, they'll fit, but I think they're too big for you too." I looked over at the pant part of the pajamas on the floor, "Erm, you'll have to see if those fit by yourself, 'cause I know what you're supposed to do to check pant sizes, aaand.. yeah. I'm gonna go change in the bathroom, you can wear those if you want to, but don't feel obligated.. Err... you might want to cut a hole in the back there, for your tail, I think there's a pair of scissors over in that drawer *point*. I'll be riiiight back."
I shut the door behind myself and walked to the bathroom. I'm guessing, and just guessing now, that most girls would be extremely giddy if they knew some guy was changing, in their room. But, I dunno, it just doesn't.. bug me. Yes, yes, I'm weird, I understand that. Live with it. Now where was.. ah yes. I changed out of my clothes into my ultra fuzzy pajamas, hehe. I pulled out the scrunchie in my hair, and rolled my clothes into a ball. I stepped back into the hallway and walked to my room (less chances of hurting that way).
I stopped in front of my door and hesitated, I should probably knock, so I did, "Kurt? Is it safe to come in?"
I couldn't exactly hear the response, but I THINK he said it was okay.
I opened the door cautiously, and looked around quickly. He was.. almost done. He didn't unbutton part of the shirt and couldn't get it over his head. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh, but I ended up snorting any ways, oops.
Kurt flailed his arms around, "Stop laughing, and help me!"
"Oh, uh, right," cough. I unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it down over his head, "There." I adjusted the collar because otherwise it would just be uncomfortable.
Kurt looked at me funny, which made me feel funny, which isn't funny.
"Now, let's see, I believe we have a futon or something like it somewhere in the house, c'mon." I waved my hand at him in a 'hurry up' kind of way.
Down the stairs in he living room we had one of those closets, yeah, the closet that has everything in it, but you can never FIND anything? Yup, one of those. This just happened to be where we kept the futon, good thing futons are HUGE, or else it would've taken MORE than half an hour to find it.
I dragged the futon out and threw it as well as one can throw a futon to Kurt so I could shove everything back in the closet and shut the damn door.
I turned back to Kurt, "Whoo, that was fun. Is that thing comfy enough for sleeping on? I hate to leave people uncomfortable."
"It's better zan vhat I vas expecting to sleep on."
"I guess that's a yay? C'mon, I'm sleeeepy, you don't have to go to sleep immediately, but I suggest you at least stay in the room just so Mom doesn't find you wandering around the house, and you probably don't want to go outside in.. those." I pointed to the extremely ugly pajamas, but at least they were like.. uber ugly.
Kurt nodded, why must he be so quiet? I mean come on, I want to hear the German accent, just cuz y'know? Oh well, I nodded back and headed to the stairs. I stopped and stared at the stairs, stare, stair, homophone, hehe. Anyways, all the poofing made me lazy, I had to force myself to walk up the stairs.
*BAMF*
I growled when Kurt poofed up the stairs and sat down at the top waiting for me to hurry up. He yawned and swung his tail around a bit just to bug me, and it worked. I finally just ran up the stairs so he couldn't tease me any more. At the top I shoved him over and ran to my room. I turned around to blow a raspberry, only to realize (*BAMF*) that he was now in front of me.
"Oof," Of course, if I can't run into a wall, I run into Kurt, I'm so coordinated, "You... Flooger booger!"
"Flooger?"
"Yes flooger! Stop goofing around. It's.."
"Annoying?"
I pointed at his face, "YES! That!"
"Only because you're losing."
I shoved Kurt aside again and continued once again to my room. See? He IS a flooger booger... Although the word flooger is made up and means absolutely nothing, but he still is one!
Once inside my room I sighed and turned around to tell him to get his butt in here, but of course, he's not THERE. I clenched my fist and punched the supposedly empty space behind me. Just as I expected, it wasn't empty.
Ignoring the figure curled up on the floor clutching it's stomach, I shut the door and turned off the lights. I sat on my bed and watched Kurt shake it off.
"You deserved it."
"No I didn't."
"Whatever, you can put the futon wherever you want, oh," I threw a pillow at him, "You might want that. I'm going to bed, but you've got to be quiet! I can get to sleep easily and stay zonked out for quite a while, but Mom is different. G'night Flooger."
I finally just laid down and scrunched up in my covers. Oh wait, Kurt might need covers. But I only have a sheet and my comforter, and I LOVE my comforter, but the sheet is freaking thin... Oh poo. I sighed and threw the comforter at him and brought the sheet as tight around me as possible.
I continued to grumble to myself until I heard a muffled 'Thanks', "Hmph, no problem..."
Tonight is going to be a damn cold night.