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Once Upon A Washcloth
Chapter 4: Close Call
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"Hurry up, you stupid wench!"
"My tea's going to be cold by time you're here!"
"Don't look at me that way."
"You don't deserve to even hold this position."
"French braid my hair before the prince comes!"
"Tie the straps on my dress."
"Bring these dresses to the cleaning maids. Now. And be quick."
This is only a taste of what Brooke had to go through this week. The Prince didn't look at her for 4 days, and when he did look at her, he was smirking. On those rare occasions that she caught him smirking in her direction, she glared her hatred at him. It was a mild suprise when he didn't burst into flame from the intensity.
Now, she was clumsily traveling down many a flight of stairs, while balancing a very large pile of laundry between her arms. She was doing pretty well, when the inevitable struck. She ran into somebody. It wouldn't have been that bad, except that when she fell backwards, the clothes flew into the air, and landed with excellent accuracy on the person she ran into.
"Please let it be a maid, please let it be a maid." She chanted these words to herself, hoping against hope that it was not the person she thought it was. She peaked under her eyelashes, and saw just whom she didn't want to.
She slowly stood up, and made slow work of straightening her dress. Her dress was a forest green color, with lighter green trim around the neckline, the sleeves, and the hem. It dropped to the floor, and had a square neckline, showing just a tad bit of cleavage, and had inch thick straps. It was a hot day, and she didn't think she could stand wearing three quarter sleeves, along with a corset. Corsets, luckily, weren't that bad for her to war, she was naturally thin, so really, it just acted as a modern day push up bra.
Eventually, she tucked some stray hairs behind her ear (She had recently cut her hair, so it looked cuter when she put it in a ponytail, which was how she had it now.) and turned to the Prince, whom she had run into.
"Good evening, your highness." She looked at him, still on the floor, and sat down on the landing, a few stairs up from where he was resting. He looked at her.
"Shouldn't you be working?"
"I don't want to work, I just want to bang on the drum all day."
"Huh?" The prince had a thoroughly confused look on his face
"Never mind." Brooke picked up the clothes on the floor, and started picking up the ones all over the prince.
She finished picking up the clothes and headed down the stairs. She got down 3 steps before the apron fell. It was her own, but she had decided to bring it down to be washed with the Hell Sister's clothes, that were she didn't have to come back.
"You dropped something." Nick's tone was taunting, begging for her to talk back to him. That just annoyed Brooke, but she kept her temper in check. For a few moments at least.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, it's on the floor now."
"No shit Sherlock. You want to pick it up for me?"
"Nope that would be your job not mine. I need to lord over you. Duh."
"It was a rhetorical question! Gawd you're royal hiney-ness, what you got up on the wrong side of the bed? Have a bad night with Roxanne?" as soon as it was out, she slapped her hand over her mouth, and backed up, abandoning the clothes in her arms. Not only did she not want to bother with the, but she hopped the Prince would have trouble getting over it. His face immediately turned stony, and he stood up slowly. The look he was giving her made it so she couldn't move. (I have to move, I have to move) she chanted this to herself, getting more scared as the moments ticked on.
She used all of her will power and succeeded in wrenching her foot from the ground, and immediately flew down the flight of stairs. She got to a landing, and realized that she was in the middle of the castle. (Up or down?) She picked down, and flew down the stairs. She looked back once, and saw that Nick was just walking. She got to the gardens, and continued her sprint. She flew into the rosebushes, hoping it would slow nick down when he eventually got to her. She turned around, and saw he was only about 3 feet away.
"Is this a freaking slasher movie or WHAT?!" she shrieked at him, which earned her a very confused look, before it was replaced by the malicious one. All he did was take a shortcut anyway, and ran after her. He only walked because he had wanted to scare her. He smirked on the inside. Apparently it had worked.
He caught up to her and swung her around, making her get hit by the thorns of the rose bushes. "Don't EVER talk to me like that again." He grabbed her arm tighter. And she winced. "Got it?"
She nodded her head and he released her. She ran back to the castle, and changed into a 3/4 sleeve dress so nobody would see the bruise.
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Three weeks later, she was still serving the Hell Sisters.
"WENCH! Come here!"
Brooke sighed and went to Roxanne's room. "What do you require your highness?"
"I can't remember. That's the problem. Just stand there until I remember."
"Chickety China, the Chinese chicken. Had a drum stick and your brain stopped tickin'"
"What the hell?" once again, Brooke earned herself a confused look. These types of sayings just popped into her head. She had no control what so ever.
...A half hour later...
"Remember yet?"
"Nope"
"Think faster."
... 2 hours after that...
"Stop humming, I can't concentrate."
"I'm bored to tears here! It's been two and half hours!"
"Whatever, I'm still thinking."
"Okay, I can't stand it any longer."
"What?"
"Bye Roxanne." Brooke walked away, feeling very stiff after standing for 2 1/2 hours. She made it up the flight of stairs to Nick's rooms, completely ignoring Roxanne's shriek that she was Princess Roxanne, not just Roxanne.
She got tree steps in the room and collapsed. She wasn't really tired, just her legs gave out from uselessness. To her surprise, she didn't hit the ground. Someone had grabbed her before she fell. She was now resting against a very hard, muscly chest. (Well that rules our Roxanne and Renee) she looked up to see the prince supporting her. She gaped at him.
"What?"
"You didn't let me fall."
"Well duh. It would ruin your pretty face." She looked at him in surprise. She leaned forward and smelt his breath. She sat back again, not realizing that he had seated her on the bed.
"You've been drinking," she accused.
"Uh yeah. One of the chefs gave it to me to relax me, apparently, I drank to much." He laughed to himself and leaned forward. So come on baby, let's go."
"Huh?" her eyes widened as he leaned forward and captured her lips. He pulled her forward and she punched him in the chest. He let her go and she stumbled backwards till she hit the floor.
"Or we could do it there." He fell off the bed with a thump, and while he was trying to get him self back, up she escaped to her room. She locked the door and went to her bed. She heard pounding on the door.
"Open up!" he shouted at her.
"Go find Renee!" She shouted back. The pounding stopped and she could imagine him considering it. She heard footsteps walk away, and she sighed. "Close call." She fell back on the bed, and hoped that he would have a major hangover when he got up. (I wonder why he needed some alcohol to relax him. I'll have to ask him about the tomorrow. Gawd that guy is a loser. I hope he doesn't get too mad that I walked out on Roxanne. Oh well. He can take his opinion and shove it up his ass for all I care.)
She fell asleep, feeling very good at the thought of Nick having enough thoughts in his rain to shove up his ass. Little did she know that he would have many a thought in his head in the morning.
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Okay homies! Review. I know, it was a loser chapter, but I had to fill in the space between my next thought! Oh, and sorry it took SO FREAKING LONG!!
Once Upon A Washcloth
Chapter 4: Close Call
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"Hurry up, you stupid wench!"
"My tea's going to be cold by time you're here!"
"Don't look at me that way."
"You don't deserve to even hold this position."
"French braid my hair before the prince comes!"
"Tie the straps on my dress."
"Bring these dresses to the cleaning maids. Now. And be quick."
This is only a taste of what Brooke had to go through this week. The Prince didn't look at her for 4 days, and when he did look at her, he was smirking. On those rare occasions that she caught him smirking in her direction, she glared her hatred at him. It was a mild suprise when he didn't burst into flame from the intensity.
Now, she was clumsily traveling down many a flight of stairs, while balancing a very large pile of laundry between her arms. She was doing pretty well, when the inevitable struck. She ran into somebody. It wouldn't have been that bad, except that when she fell backwards, the clothes flew into the air, and landed with excellent accuracy on the person she ran into.
"Please let it be a maid, please let it be a maid." She chanted these words to herself, hoping against hope that it was not the person she thought it was. She peaked under her eyelashes, and saw just whom she didn't want to.
She slowly stood up, and made slow work of straightening her dress. Her dress was a forest green color, with lighter green trim around the neckline, the sleeves, and the hem. It dropped to the floor, and had a square neckline, showing just a tad bit of cleavage, and had inch thick straps. It was a hot day, and she didn't think she could stand wearing three quarter sleeves, along with a corset. Corsets, luckily, weren't that bad for her to war, she was naturally thin, so really, it just acted as a modern day push up bra.
Eventually, she tucked some stray hairs behind her ear (She had recently cut her hair, so it looked cuter when she put it in a ponytail, which was how she had it now.) and turned to the Prince, whom she had run into.
"Good evening, your highness." She looked at him, still on the floor, and sat down on the landing, a few stairs up from where he was resting. He looked at her.
"Shouldn't you be working?"
"I don't want to work, I just want to bang on the drum all day."
"Huh?" The prince had a thoroughly confused look on his face
"Never mind." Brooke picked up the clothes on the floor, and started picking up the ones all over the prince.
She finished picking up the clothes and headed down the stairs. She got down 3 steps before the apron fell. It was her own, but she had decided to bring it down to be washed with the Hell Sister's clothes, that were she didn't have to come back.
"You dropped something." Nick's tone was taunting, begging for her to talk back to him. That just annoyed Brooke, but she kept her temper in check. For a few moments at least.
"I'm sorry."
"Well, it's on the floor now."
"No shit Sherlock. You want to pick it up for me?"
"Nope that would be your job not mine. I need to lord over you. Duh."
"It was a rhetorical question! Gawd you're royal hiney-ness, what you got up on the wrong side of the bed? Have a bad night with Roxanne?" as soon as it was out, she slapped her hand over her mouth, and backed up, abandoning the clothes in her arms. Not only did she not want to bother with the, but she hopped the Prince would have trouble getting over it. His face immediately turned stony, and he stood up slowly. The look he was giving her made it so she couldn't move. (I have to move, I have to move) she chanted this to herself, getting more scared as the moments ticked on.
She used all of her will power and succeeded in wrenching her foot from the ground, and immediately flew down the flight of stairs. She got to a landing, and realized that she was in the middle of the castle. (Up or down?) She picked down, and flew down the stairs. She looked back once, and saw that Nick was just walking. She got to the gardens, and continued her sprint. She flew into the rosebushes, hoping it would slow nick down when he eventually got to her. She turned around, and saw he was only about 3 feet away.
"Is this a freaking slasher movie or WHAT?!" she shrieked at him, which earned her a very confused look, before it was replaced by the malicious one. All he did was take a shortcut anyway, and ran after her. He only walked because he had wanted to scare her. He smirked on the inside. Apparently it had worked.
He caught up to her and swung her around, making her get hit by the thorns of the rose bushes. "Don't EVER talk to me like that again." He grabbed her arm tighter. And she winced. "Got it?"
She nodded her head and he released her. She ran back to the castle, and changed into a 3/4 sleeve dress so nobody would see the bruise.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Three weeks later, she was still serving the Hell Sisters.
"WENCH! Come here!"
Brooke sighed and went to Roxanne's room. "What do you require your highness?"
"I can't remember. That's the problem. Just stand there until I remember."
"Chickety China, the Chinese chicken. Had a drum stick and your brain stopped tickin'"
"What the hell?" once again, Brooke earned herself a confused look. These types of sayings just popped into her head. She had no control what so ever.
...A half hour later...
"Remember yet?"
"Nope"
"Think faster."
... 2 hours after that...
"Stop humming, I can't concentrate."
"I'm bored to tears here! It's been two and half hours!"
"Whatever, I'm still thinking."
"Okay, I can't stand it any longer."
"What?"
"Bye Roxanne." Brooke walked away, feeling very stiff after standing for 2 1/2 hours. She made it up the flight of stairs to Nick's rooms, completely ignoring Roxanne's shriek that she was Princess Roxanne, not just Roxanne.
She got tree steps in the room and collapsed. She wasn't really tired, just her legs gave out from uselessness. To her surprise, she didn't hit the ground. Someone had grabbed her before she fell. She was now resting against a very hard, muscly chest. (Well that rules our Roxanne and Renee) she looked up to see the prince supporting her. She gaped at him.
"What?"
"You didn't let me fall."
"Well duh. It would ruin your pretty face." She looked at him in surprise. She leaned forward and smelt his breath. She sat back again, not realizing that he had seated her on the bed.
"You've been drinking," she accused.
"Uh yeah. One of the chefs gave it to me to relax me, apparently, I drank to much." He laughed to himself and leaned forward. So come on baby, let's go."
"Huh?" her eyes widened as he leaned forward and captured her lips. He pulled her forward and she punched him in the chest. He let her go and she stumbled backwards till she hit the floor.
"Or we could do it there." He fell off the bed with a thump, and while he was trying to get him self back, up she escaped to her room. She locked the door and went to her bed. She heard pounding on the door.
"Open up!" he shouted at her.
"Go find Renee!" She shouted back. The pounding stopped and she could imagine him considering it. She heard footsteps walk away, and she sighed. "Close call." She fell back on the bed, and hoped that he would have a major hangover when he got up. (I wonder why he needed some alcohol to relax him. I'll have to ask him about the tomorrow. Gawd that guy is a loser. I hope he doesn't get too mad that I walked out on Roxanne. Oh well. He can take his opinion and shove it up his ass for all I care.)
She fell asleep, feeling very good at the thought of Nick having enough thoughts in his rain to shove up his ass. Little did she know that he would have many a thought in his head in the morning.
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Okay homies! Review. I know, it was a loser chapter, but I had to fill in the space between my next thought! Oh, and sorry it took SO FREAKING LONG!!