Ch 16 Back to Crissi and Paul and Pawn Lady
A/N: Hi, and thanks for reading this! I'm going to bring Crissi, Pawn Lady, and Paul back into the picture, sorry!
And the words like freak screw and arse and biatch mean the cuss words in Crissi's POV and Paul's, just a bit of a heads up. Thanks for all the reviews, you people keep an author going.
I realized that Crissi is sick-minded and wrong like Paul; they are perfect for each other in my story. In Meg Cabot's books, I think of Paul as the normal, kind of gross guy, in my story, he's just WRONG. (Crissi's room is rated R material)
Yeah, it seems like I've copied people but really, I haven't, I don't know why but it seems like I did and don't take offense authors but I really didn't know that I did that, I was even going to add the song immortal long before Querida-1303, I've been writing these a long time ago, I just edit the chapters, I mean, this chapter was ready practically a month ago, as well as the rest of these chapters, seriously, just my computer hates me and doesn't let me get the stories on sometimes!
If I seem arrogant, I mean not to but I really didn't copy any ideas.
Confession time is now over.
Crissi's POV
"So, do you normally talk to yourself?"
Freak you, jackass.
I'm referring to the dumb ass in front of me, talking to me as if I'm some lunatic, which I am, just I don't admit it.
Mr. "Medley" is bald and has the ugliest nose, it's like a snout really and his face is all scrunched up in this kind looking way and he's super ugly, I think his mother disowned him in his youth which was probably one hundred years ago.
This PIG is my shrink and right now, I'm in the loony bin, but not for long.
I've been stuck in this freakin' place for what seems like forever and I'm getting out, too bad people in California don't frisk people like they do in New York...nor do they ask for social security numbers and crap.
I'm going to get Jesse and Suze back for this.
Where's my mom? Probably making out with the neighbor and she doesn't give a shit that her daughter is here, in fact I don't think she even knows.
"Mary?"
Oh, and another thing, I gave Mr. Medley a fake name, I was going to give Suze's but then I realized that she'd be in "Trouble" so I pitied her and I'm acting like an unstable kid who needs what she demands.
"Yes?"
Play innocent, Crissi, maybe he'll let you go without a fight...
"Are you paying attention?"
"Oh yes, of course I am, just that, I'm really, really, really thirsty, can you go get me a Pepsi? PLEASE, like NOW."
He nodded and left. Honestly, these Californians trust people WAY too much, especially in a loony bin. They don't expect that girls my age sometimes carry pepper spray and a knife.
I decided that today, I wasn't going to use the knife unless I have to, I might accidentally kill someone again. *cough* *cough*that one police dude, that one garbage man, Katrina, Sean's girlfriend and many more, but I've never been caught.
Sean.
Where was he? Why isn't he here to bail me out, I mean, he does love me, right? Okay, I haven't been the nicest but still, that doesn't mean that I don't love him...okay, I don't love him do I...
"Here you go Mary, anything else I can get for you?" he handed me a Pepsi can.
Gosh, all these dumb butts ruin my thoughts, be nice...Crissi, be good...I reminded myself.
I decided to be nice, "Yeah, can I go now?"
He shook his bald head and smiled. He studied my outfit carefully which I could see why, it was my BEST hooker outfit and here he comes about to criticize it and then he said,
"Nope, your aunt sent you here for a purpose, now tell me what I ask and then you can go."
Hmmm...tempting...
No.
"Sorry Mr. Medley but I've got to go." I said calmly.
He gave me a puzzled look and then I quickly grabbed the pepper spray can and sprayed his face full blast until I thought the pig had enough.
He screamed and covered his face which was dripping. I ran and ran out to here an alarm go off which Mr. Medley pushed.
Wow, they have alarms?
Awesome...
I sprinted past the "security guards" (all they do is eat and not do anything) and out into the sunshine...oh, I'm going to get Suzie and Jesse back, with the help of Paul and Sean if he wants, poor Sean won't know what hit him though, I mean, he doesn't like me, he's hot, and he needs to be exorcised.
I was so going to see my face in the newspaper today.
I ran to my house, took out the keys and opened the door and raced inside to my mom's room. (She doesn't know that I'm a hooker and if she does she won't let me, even though she's half-hooker too herself and if she does find out, more time in the loony bin)
I opened her door to find her with a guy, you know what I mean. (I guess my mom's my role model, we both get head with a guy twenty-four-seven and we look alike except she looks thirty)
"Hey mom," I said casually as if I see my mom with a guy every day, which is true.
"Hey honey," her voice was muffled and in deep concentration. So she didn't know what happened, me going to the asylum.
"I'll be in my room." I said and I left her to continue (she was probably going to be pregnant the next day anyway) her business. I just realized that my mom doesn't like me and that she's never been in my room, ever.
I unlocked my door that said,
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY ROOM" and
"Go unless you want to freak me" (the other freak),
"Beware, hooker alert",
The different positions of sex and
"I'll do it if it's bigger than your shoe size"
And went inside to find a note taped my poster on the other side of the door:
"Dear Crissandra-" it was Sean, "I'm sorry but I've decided to leave you since you obviously don't love me.
Don't worry, I'm not upset. In fact, I'm happy that you're not my girlfriend anymore and you can go "screw" that Paul of yours since mine isn't good enough for a prostitute like you, I'm moving into a friend's house. (A/N: *Cough* *cough* Jesse!)
From, Sean PS: I know that you killed my girlfriend Katrina." (A/N: YAY, Sean dumped Crissi, YAY!!!)
Damn, talk about harsh!
Oh well, his lost, let's see if he can kind a girl that's better at it since he never would let me.
I sighed and sat on my black bed with skulls on it.
Wow, I just realized that I'm gothic and a hooker! Big accomplishment.
I get all my stuff from my favorite store:
"Gothic World and Hooker Haven"
In that store are tons of things needed to be a gothic and hooker, it's like a normal person's Kroger or K mart and stuff like that.
It's got the medicine (sex pills, things that help your hangover)
The food, (all related to sex thank you)
The cosmetics (Black, black, and black, lip gloss, eyeliner, whatever)
The clothes, (black, and all either punk, low-cut or missing a part, or gothic style, all my taste except the punk style pants, I need TIGHT)
The supplies (nudie calendars, sexy model calendars, just plain wrong stationary, pencils with a...yeah, condoms, pads, tampons)
And etc all at a very cheap price, I just found out that they had one in Carmel!
I looked at my customized room. (A/M: you don't have to read these four paragraphs, they just describe her room)
On the black walls were posters of my favorite band and nude guys and posters of other famous hookers and sex related topics (Let me suck you, Christ is no Lord, those cute little bunnies, playboy, etc) (A/N: yeah...I'm Christian and do not approve of that kind of stuff, that's why Crissi is like this) and the lava lamps have skulls and eyes in them instead of fish and crap and my VIP tickets to see a band are on the computer and my hooker pass is hanging on the doorknob as well as my bra.
Imagine a black sheeted bed that's been made out on a hundred times and it has skulls, a broken cross and lips on it, matching pillows and blankets, the bed post are skulls and a skewered head, the carpeting is black with a rug over it that says, "Sexy 4eva" and has a guy and girl locked together, my black Dell (Complete with AIM) was in a corner on a desk with skulls and a skewered head (All my furniture had that and is black, everything in my room is black except the posters and things I can move) the door is painted black and the doorknob is a skull, the closet is the same (walk in, full of my hooker outfits and crap) right next to the door, the only light source is this purple neon glow from the ceiling and it makes the room really dim even though its neon, the chair is shaped like a person, the clock is a skull, I have skull ornaments all over, the bookshelf is full of books talking about sex and ways on how to get a guy and being gothic, my stereo is the bomb and my guitar is in the corner; it's all really cozy actually.
The bathroom is the perfect make-out place, the Jacuzzi tub is shaped like a broken heart, the mirror is and the shower is too and all my underclothes hand on a rack and that includes my thongs and bras and lingerie.
Everything's black except the normal lighting, the massage things are in a corner, my makeup all put in the medicine cabinet, and my tampons and the condoms are in the cabinet.
The kind of room you'd like, huh.
"CRISSI, I'M GOING OUT, THE FOOD'S ON THE STOVE!" it was mom, going to a motel to have head no doubt.
"Sure mom, have fun." What a role model.
I shut my eyes and listened to my favorite band play, "The Day that I Die" then I smiled to myself.
I picked up the phone and dialed Paul's number.
I wanted to have some fun.
"Yeah?" it was Paul and he sounded bored.
"Hey Paul, it's Crissi." I put on my sexiest voice.
"Oh Hi," he sounded happy, I think.
"Hey, do you want to come over? My mom's going out to a motel and I'm home alone."
"Sure, why not, should I get anything?"
"No, I've got everything, just bring your penis and we'll have fun."
"Okay, I'm coming, where do you live?"
"24 Scenic Drive."
"Wow that close, huh."
"Yup, just ring the doorbell, I'll be ready."
I hung up. Yay, some excitement, I really needed it since the hooker bar was closed in the morning.
I went to the bathroom and changed into a negligee, then wondering if I overdid it, changed into a super low-cut tie-on belly shirt and a super tight skirt that went up to the middle of my thigh.
Difficult...hooker attire or negligee...
Before I could decide, the doorbell rang.
Shit, oh well, I'll just let Paul decide then.
I hurried down the stairs realized that the rest of the house looked normal and rich (Since we BOTH are whores and get money from that) and opened the door to see Paul dressed casually.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi yourself, where's the room?" Paul pushed me aside and looked around carelessly. "Nice place."
"Thanks, it's upstairs, I'll show you-" I was cut short by Paul.
"Was it you that came to my house that one day?" he said sternly. I blinked. Yeah, it was me.
"Yeah, it was, why? I'm not good enough for you or something?"
Before he could answer, Paul kissed me to shut me up.
I grinned mischievously and kissed him back hard.
He lifted me up and took me upstairs to my mom's room, the first room upstairs.
Okay, no detail but we had fun...
I mean, I'm super good at this or else why would I be professionally paid to do it, huh?
Paul's POV (It's Thursday)
After I dropped Suze off, I went home feeling content and pleased. Oh yeah Jesse, who's the baller now? Who's the BALLER now?
I got to my house and parked my BMW in the garage.
Jesse, don't deny it, I won, I totally won.
Suze won't be able to go to that party with you now will she?
She won't be able to wear that purty lil' dress that she bought just for you without being in pain!
I'm good...
I opened the door to find my grandpa STANDING at the door. I didn't know that my Pops could use his legs!
Where was the nurse?
"What did you do to her?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Nothing, we just have fun, at least I did, and that's all."
Then I went to my room where Suze was when I raped her. Do I feel bad about it? Yeah right, I've done that loads of times, I mean, they are going to haunt me like those stupid ghost that I don't help.
I picked up her bra that I left in there and put it in a drawer.
Gosh, I read her thoughts and they were really upset, she was saying how she hated me which I know she doesn't and that it really hurt.
Damn straight.
I was about to go call her to check up on her (She probably told her mommy) when the phone rang.
Suze?
No, Crissi, the prostitute.
How do I know?
I have caller ID.
Gosh, even though Suze looks exactly like her, Crissi's different, I don't know why; I just don't like the idea of liking a girl that does it all the time...
I picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" I said dully.
"Hey Paul, its Crissi." Do I look like an idiot to her? She's the pineapple here! Brunette on the outside, Blonde on the inside.
"Oh Hi," I decided to act like I wanted to; I know what she's going to ask me, she's so predictable. I mean, that one time when she was pretending to be Suze, I liked that but when I found out, I was kind of pissed.
"Hey, do you want to come over? My mom's going out to a motel and I'm home alone." Like mother like daughter, eh?
"Sure, why not, should I get anything?" I looked at the time. 6:45 p.m.
"No, I've got everything, just bring your penis and we'll have fun." Yeah, like I can detach it or something, I'm no eunuch! (GUY TORTURE!) And if a guy could do that that's just wrong! I shuddered then gained my composure.
"Okay, I'm coming, where do you live?" I took out a post-it note and pen.
"24 Scenic Drive." I wrote that down.
"Wow that close, huh." I said monotonously. I live on Scenic Drive too. (Remember in the book Haunted?)
"Yup, just ring the doorbell, I'll be ready." I'm sure you will be Crissi...she's probably deciding what to wear right now...
She hung up and then I did. I turned around and bumped into m grandpa.
God, what's with the old hag?
"I heard that." He said stiffly, "Paul, what are you doing? First you go after this one girl, then another."
I just nodded in an irk fashion then realized something. "Wait-were you LISTENING to our conversation?"
Pops looked down at me and said, "Which one, the brown headed girl that you raped or the one on the telephone?"
How rude, no almost dead guy should eavesdrop, that is uncalled for.
"Pops, I didn't just rape her," I grinned and then said, "And I'm going out to have fun, no biggie."
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
Great, he was going to lecture me about "Don't go messing with women" for a while...
I looked at the clock, it's been ten minutes!
"Yes, you do now if you don't mind, I've got to run." I turned around to the garage.
"Oh and another thing," I said, "Where's the dude?"
Pops looked upset, "I had to knock him out or else I couldn't have this talk."
Ah, the old man's still violent. "Ah, okay, got to run, have fun Pops!"
Then I left.
I heard him mutter, "Why did I take him in?"
I grinned to myself. Ah, I'm trouble aren't I?
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Two Hours Later...around 8:00 p.m. when Jesse's helping Susannah's bath.
"Paul?" Crissi was leaning against my chest, both of us tired and rather satisfied and both kind of naked. "Yes?" I rubbed her smooth shoulder. "What?"
"I was thinking...can we exorcise Suze even though she's alive?
I stopped rubbing her shoulder and glanced at her. "What?!"
She looked at me with her cold green eyes, so much more different than Suze's kind, warm ones. "You heard me, can we exorcise Suze? I really don't want all the competition in getting Jesse."
WHY ARE ALL THESE FUC*ING PEOPLE AFTER THAT FREAK?! WHY NOT ME? WHY DO ALL THESE HOT GIRLS LIKE JESSE? I BET EVEN KELLY PRESCOTT WOULD GO AFTER HIM.
"Hey, I like Suze, she's cool." I said defensively.
She raised an eyebrow. "What about me? We look alike...why her, huh? Is she better at sex or something?" she said sarcastically and punched my arm.
I didn't reply. Instead, I got dressed.
"Crissi, you CAN but it's not right because it takes a lot of effort and..."
She stopped me. "SO? I'm ready, I'll do it myself then, just tell me how to."
I shook my head. "Sorry, no can do."
Then I left that room.
I ran down the staircase only to have Crissi pursue me, still butt-naked. (I guess she normally struts around like that.) I shuddered.
"Come on Paul, help me out, just teach me and maybe I won't exorcise her, if you don't I'll just find out myself."
How?
She continued talking. "I mean, ugh, just tell me, please? I'll do it with you again!'
Isn't she getting a little desperate?
"Like I said before, no, go ask someone, I don't care, but Suze is mine so piss off."
She stuck her middle finger in the air and said, "Fine, be that way, now I'm really going to exorcise her. Freak you and get out of my house!"
For a moment I was scared but then I realized that Suze didn't care for me so I shrugged. I mean, she hated me and why should I chase after HER when I could have ANY girl at the snap of my fingers?
But would Crissi really do that?
I replied back by sticking my middle finger in the air and I turned around, feeling that she was studying my butt.
I opened the door and slammed it shut.
I got to my car, gunned the engine and sped out of her driveway.
I waved as I left and I had a feeling that she said a bad word.
Crissi's POV 9:00 p.m.
Screw this, I was upset. I ran to my room and got dressed.
I knew what I had to do, I had to exorcise Sean and either kill or exorcise Suze.
How was I going to do that? I didn't know.
Stupid Paul, that bastard, forget him, I was after Jesse... he doesn't realize how hot he is...
I know, stupid going after a dead guy, right?
Not for a shifter. (I'm not really a mediator since I don't HELP lost souls and I'm not on the social list with girls)
I was going around finding my ghost busting kick-ass outfit when I opened a trunk and a picture flew out of it.
I cautiously picked it up.
It was Katrina, Sean's former girlfriend mediator Shifter dudette, the one I "accidentally" killed.
Okay, it was no accident.
I was jealous of her for some stupid reason, she had the looks, the clothes, everything (She had Sean who was hot) and then I killed her with my lovely knife that's got skulls engraved on it. (Why did I do that I have no idea since I can have any guy since I'm a hooker.)
I love skulls.
This is what happens when I get jealous.
I "accidentally" kill someone and dump their body (which was dressed in a nice pastel skirt and blouse) in the sewer and when the police found her body I was already in California.
How do I know?
It was on the news.
And it was all my work.
You should have seen Katrina's body, it was all green and he blood was blackish and it was cool.
Problem is, the police suspect me, but they'll never know. I'm good at killing people.
Just that when I got to California, a ghost was waiting for me...
She was wearing a pastel skirt...and a blouse...
I was in the airport...
She saw me...
I was getting my suitcase...
She saw Sean...
Sean didn't see her...
And we made eye contact...
And she said loudly that she was going to kill me...
And she was mad...
And that was the last time I saw her...
And did I mention that she was holding a knife and she's British but
she moved to Michigan?
Ready to stab it into me...
"I'LL be BACK!" she had screamed, "And Pawn will realize that I'm back and we'll both kill you!"
Aw shit, another nutcase after me.
So I ran into the car after grabbing my luggages.
A/N: So? How was it? I finally got Crissi back into this. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
Tell me if it sucks...
A/N: Hi, and thanks for reading this! I'm going to bring Crissi, Pawn Lady, and Paul back into the picture, sorry!
And the words like freak screw and arse and biatch mean the cuss words in Crissi's POV and Paul's, just a bit of a heads up. Thanks for all the reviews, you people keep an author going.
I realized that Crissi is sick-minded and wrong like Paul; they are perfect for each other in my story. In Meg Cabot's books, I think of Paul as the normal, kind of gross guy, in my story, he's just WRONG. (Crissi's room is rated R material)
Yeah, it seems like I've copied people but really, I haven't, I don't know why but it seems like I did and don't take offense authors but I really didn't know that I did that, I was even going to add the song immortal long before Querida-1303, I've been writing these a long time ago, I just edit the chapters, I mean, this chapter was ready practically a month ago, as well as the rest of these chapters, seriously, just my computer hates me and doesn't let me get the stories on sometimes!
If I seem arrogant, I mean not to but I really didn't copy any ideas.
Confession time is now over.
Crissi's POV
"So, do you normally talk to yourself?"
Freak you, jackass.
I'm referring to the dumb ass in front of me, talking to me as if I'm some lunatic, which I am, just I don't admit it.
Mr. "Medley" is bald and has the ugliest nose, it's like a snout really and his face is all scrunched up in this kind looking way and he's super ugly, I think his mother disowned him in his youth which was probably one hundred years ago.
This PIG is my shrink and right now, I'm in the loony bin, but not for long.
I've been stuck in this freakin' place for what seems like forever and I'm getting out, too bad people in California don't frisk people like they do in New York...nor do they ask for social security numbers and crap.
I'm going to get Jesse and Suze back for this.
Where's my mom? Probably making out with the neighbor and she doesn't give a shit that her daughter is here, in fact I don't think she even knows.
"Mary?"
Oh, and another thing, I gave Mr. Medley a fake name, I was going to give Suze's but then I realized that she'd be in "Trouble" so I pitied her and I'm acting like an unstable kid who needs what she demands.
"Yes?"
Play innocent, Crissi, maybe he'll let you go without a fight...
"Are you paying attention?"
"Oh yes, of course I am, just that, I'm really, really, really thirsty, can you go get me a Pepsi? PLEASE, like NOW."
He nodded and left. Honestly, these Californians trust people WAY too much, especially in a loony bin. They don't expect that girls my age sometimes carry pepper spray and a knife.
I decided that today, I wasn't going to use the knife unless I have to, I might accidentally kill someone again. *cough* *cough*that one police dude, that one garbage man, Katrina, Sean's girlfriend and many more, but I've never been caught.
Sean.
Where was he? Why isn't he here to bail me out, I mean, he does love me, right? Okay, I haven't been the nicest but still, that doesn't mean that I don't love him...okay, I don't love him do I...
"Here you go Mary, anything else I can get for you?" he handed me a Pepsi can.
Gosh, all these dumb butts ruin my thoughts, be nice...Crissi, be good...I reminded myself.
I decided to be nice, "Yeah, can I go now?"
He shook his bald head and smiled. He studied my outfit carefully which I could see why, it was my BEST hooker outfit and here he comes about to criticize it and then he said,
"Nope, your aunt sent you here for a purpose, now tell me what I ask and then you can go."
Hmmm...tempting...
No.
"Sorry Mr. Medley but I've got to go." I said calmly.
He gave me a puzzled look and then I quickly grabbed the pepper spray can and sprayed his face full blast until I thought the pig had enough.
He screamed and covered his face which was dripping. I ran and ran out to here an alarm go off which Mr. Medley pushed.
Wow, they have alarms?
Awesome...
I sprinted past the "security guards" (all they do is eat and not do anything) and out into the sunshine...oh, I'm going to get Suzie and Jesse back, with the help of Paul and Sean if he wants, poor Sean won't know what hit him though, I mean, he doesn't like me, he's hot, and he needs to be exorcised.
I was so going to see my face in the newspaper today.
I ran to my house, took out the keys and opened the door and raced inside to my mom's room. (She doesn't know that I'm a hooker and if she does she won't let me, even though she's half-hooker too herself and if she does find out, more time in the loony bin)
I opened her door to find her with a guy, you know what I mean. (I guess my mom's my role model, we both get head with a guy twenty-four-seven and we look alike except she looks thirty)
"Hey mom," I said casually as if I see my mom with a guy every day, which is true.
"Hey honey," her voice was muffled and in deep concentration. So she didn't know what happened, me going to the asylum.
"I'll be in my room." I said and I left her to continue (she was probably going to be pregnant the next day anyway) her business. I just realized that my mom doesn't like me and that she's never been in my room, ever.
I unlocked my door that said,
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY ROOM" and
"Go unless you want to freak me" (the other freak),
"Beware, hooker alert",
The different positions of sex and
"I'll do it if it's bigger than your shoe size"
And went inside to find a note taped my poster on the other side of the door:
"Dear Crissandra-" it was Sean, "I'm sorry but I've decided to leave you since you obviously don't love me.
Don't worry, I'm not upset. In fact, I'm happy that you're not my girlfriend anymore and you can go "screw" that Paul of yours since mine isn't good enough for a prostitute like you, I'm moving into a friend's house. (A/N: *Cough* *cough* Jesse!)
From, Sean PS: I know that you killed my girlfriend Katrina." (A/N: YAY, Sean dumped Crissi, YAY!!!)
Damn, talk about harsh!
Oh well, his lost, let's see if he can kind a girl that's better at it since he never would let me.
I sighed and sat on my black bed with skulls on it.
Wow, I just realized that I'm gothic and a hooker! Big accomplishment.
I get all my stuff from my favorite store:
"Gothic World and Hooker Haven"
In that store are tons of things needed to be a gothic and hooker, it's like a normal person's Kroger or K mart and stuff like that.
It's got the medicine (sex pills, things that help your hangover)
The food, (all related to sex thank you)
The cosmetics (Black, black, and black, lip gloss, eyeliner, whatever)
The clothes, (black, and all either punk, low-cut or missing a part, or gothic style, all my taste except the punk style pants, I need TIGHT)
The supplies (nudie calendars, sexy model calendars, just plain wrong stationary, pencils with a...yeah, condoms, pads, tampons)
And etc all at a very cheap price, I just found out that they had one in Carmel!
I looked at my customized room. (A/M: you don't have to read these four paragraphs, they just describe her room)
On the black walls were posters of my favorite band and nude guys and posters of other famous hookers and sex related topics (Let me suck you, Christ is no Lord, those cute little bunnies, playboy, etc) (A/N: yeah...I'm Christian and do not approve of that kind of stuff, that's why Crissi is like this) and the lava lamps have skulls and eyes in them instead of fish and crap and my VIP tickets to see a band are on the computer and my hooker pass is hanging on the doorknob as well as my bra.
Imagine a black sheeted bed that's been made out on a hundred times and it has skulls, a broken cross and lips on it, matching pillows and blankets, the bed post are skulls and a skewered head, the carpeting is black with a rug over it that says, "Sexy 4eva" and has a guy and girl locked together, my black Dell (Complete with AIM) was in a corner on a desk with skulls and a skewered head (All my furniture had that and is black, everything in my room is black except the posters and things I can move) the door is painted black and the doorknob is a skull, the closet is the same (walk in, full of my hooker outfits and crap) right next to the door, the only light source is this purple neon glow from the ceiling and it makes the room really dim even though its neon, the chair is shaped like a person, the clock is a skull, I have skull ornaments all over, the bookshelf is full of books talking about sex and ways on how to get a guy and being gothic, my stereo is the bomb and my guitar is in the corner; it's all really cozy actually.
The bathroom is the perfect make-out place, the Jacuzzi tub is shaped like a broken heart, the mirror is and the shower is too and all my underclothes hand on a rack and that includes my thongs and bras and lingerie.
Everything's black except the normal lighting, the massage things are in a corner, my makeup all put in the medicine cabinet, and my tampons and the condoms are in the cabinet.
The kind of room you'd like, huh.
"CRISSI, I'M GOING OUT, THE FOOD'S ON THE STOVE!" it was mom, going to a motel to have head no doubt.
"Sure mom, have fun." What a role model.
I shut my eyes and listened to my favorite band play, "The Day that I Die" then I smiled to myself.
I picked up the phone and dialed Paul's number.
I wanted to have some fun.
"Yeah?" it was Paul and he sounded bored.
"Hey Paul, it's Crissi." I put on my sexiest voice.
"Oh Hi," he sounded happy, I think.
"Hey, do you want to come over? My mom's going out to a motel and I'm home alone."
"Sure, why not, should I get anything?"
"No, I've got everything, just bring your penis and we'll have fun."
"Okay, I'm coming, where do you live?"
"24 Scenic Drive."
"Wow that close, huh."
"Yup, just ring the doorbell, I'll be ready."
I hung up. Yay, some excitement, I really needed it since the hooker bar was closed in the morning.
I went to the bathroom and changed into a negligee, then wondering if I overdid it, changed into a super low-cut tie-on belly shirt and a super tight skirt that went up to the middle of my thigh.
Difficult...hooker attire or negligee...
Before I could decide, the doorbell rang.
Shit, oh well, I'll just let Paul decide then.
I hurried down the stairs realized that the rest of the house looked normal and rich (Since we BOTH are whores and get money from that) and opened the door to see Paul dressed casually.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi yourself, where's the room?" Paul pushed me aside and looked around carelessly. "Nice place."
"Thanks, it's upstairs, I'll show you-" I was cut short by Paul.
"Was it you that came to my house that one day?" he said sternly. I blinked. Yeah, it was me.
"Yeah, it was, why? I'm not good enough for you or something?"
Before he could answer, Paul kissed me to shut me up.
I grinned mischievously and kissed him back hard.
He lifted me up and took me upstairs to my mom's room, the first room upstairs.
Okay, no detail but we had fun...
I mean, I'm super good at this or else why would I be professionally paid to do it, huh?
Paul's POV (It's Thursday)
After I dropped Suze off, I went home feeling content and pleased. Oh yeah Jesse, who's the baller now? Who's the BALLER now?
I got to my house and parked my BMW in the garage.
Jesse, don't deny it, I won, I totally won.
Suze won't be able to go to that party with you now will she?
She won't be able to wear that purty lil' dress that she bought just for you without being in pain!
I'm good...
I opened the door to find my grandpa STANDING at the door. I didn't know that my Pops could use his legs!
Where was the nurse?
"What did you do to her?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Nothing, we just have fun, at least I did, and that's all."
Then I went to my room where Suze was when I raped her. Do I feel bad about it? Yeah right, I've done that loads of times, I mean, they are going to haunt me like those stupid ghost that I don't help.
I picked up her bra that I left in there and put it in a drawer.
Gosh, I read her thoughts and they were really upset, she was saying how she hated me which I know she doesn't and that it really hurt.
Damn straight.
I was about to go call her to check up on her (She probably told her mommy) when the phone rang.
Suze?
No, Crissi, the prostitute.
How do I know?
I have caller ID.
Gosh, even though Suze looks exactly like her, Crissi's different, I don't know why; I just don't like the idea of liking a girl that does it all the time...
I picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" I said dully.
"Hey Paul, its Crissi." Do I look like an idiot to her? She's the pineapple here! Brunette on the outside, Blonde on the inside.
"Oh Hi," I decided to act like I wanted to; I know what she's going to ask me, she's so predictable. I mean, that one time when she was pretending to be Suze, I liked that but when I found out, I was kind of pissed.
"Hey, do you want to come over? My mom's going out to a motel and I'm home alone." Like mother like daughter, eh?
"Sure, why not, should I get anything?" I looked at the time. 6:45 p.m.
"No, I've got everything, just bring your penis and we'll have fun." Yeah, like I can detach it or something, I'm no eunuch! (GUY TORTURE!) And if a guy could do that that's just wrong! I shuddered then gained my composure.
"Okay, I'm coming, where do you live?" I took out a post-it note and pen.
"24 Scenic Drive." I wrote that down.
"Wow that close, huh." I said monotonously. I live on Scenic Drive too. (Remember in the book Haunted?)
"Yup, just ring the doorbell, I'll be ready." I'm sure you will be Crissi...she's probably deciding what to wear right now...
She hung up and then I did. I turned around and bumped into m grandpa.
God, what's with the old hag?
"I heard that." He said stiffly, "Paul, what are you doing? First you go after this one girl, then another."
I just nodded in an irk fashion then realized something. "Wait-were you LISTENING to our conversation?"
Pops looked down at me and said, "Which one, the brown headed girl that you raped or the one on the telephone?"
How rude, no almost dead guy should eavesdrop, that is uncalled for.
"Pops, I didn't just rape her," I grinned and then said, "And I'm going out to have fun, no biggie."
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
Great, he was going to lecture me about "Don't go messing with women" for a while...
I looked at the clock, it's been ten minutes!
"Yes, you do now if you don't mind, I've got to run." I turned around to the garage.
"Oh and another thing," I said, "Where's the dude?"
Pops looked upset, "I had to knock him out or else I couldn't have this talk."
Ah, the old man's still violent. "Ah, okay, got to run, have fun Pops!"
Then I left.
I heard him mutter, "Why did I take him in?"
I grinned to myself. Ah, I'm trouble aren't I?
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Two Hours Later...around 8:00 p.m. when Jesse's helping Susannah's bath.
"Paul?" Crissi was leaning against my chest, both of us tired and rather satisfied and both kind of naked. "Yes?" I rubbed her smooth shoulder. "What?"
"I was thinking...can we exorcise Suze even though she's alive?
I stopped rubbing her shoulder and glanced at her. "What?!"
She looked at me with her cold green eyes, so much more different than Suze's kind, warm ones. "You heard me, can we exorcise Suze? I really don't want all the competition in getting Jesse."
WHY ARE ALL THESE FUC*ING PEOPLE AFTER THAT FREAK?! WHY NOT ME? WHY DO ALL THESE HOT GIRLS LIKE JESSE? I BET EVEN KELLY PRESCOTT WOULD GO AFTER HIM.
"Hey, I like Suze, she's cool." I said defensively.
She raised an eyebrow. "What about me? We look alike...why her, huh? Is she better at sex or something?" she said sarcastically and punched my arm.
I didn't reply. Instead, I got dressed.
"Crissi, you CAN but it's not right because it takes a lot of effort and..."
She stopped me. "SO? I'm ready, I'll do it myself then, just tell me how to."
I shook my head. "Sorry, no can do."
Then I left that room.
I ran down the staircase only to have Crissi pursue me, still butt-naked. (I guess she normally struts around like that.) I shuddered.
"Come on Paul, help me out, just teach me and maybe I won't exorcise her, if you don't I'll just find out myself."
How?
She continued talking. "I mean, ugh, just tell me, please? I'll do it with you again!'
Isn't she getting a little desperate?
"Like I said before, no, go ask someone, I don't care, but Suze is mine so piss off."
She stuck her middle finger in the air and said, "Fine, be that way, now I'm really going to exorcise her. Freak you and get out of my house!"
For a moment I was scared but then I realized that Suze didn't care for me so I shrugged. I mean, she hated me and why should I chase after HER when I could have ANY girl at the snap of my fingers?
But would Crissi really do that?
I replied back by sticking my middle finger in the air and I turned around, feeling that she was studying my butt.
I opened the door and slammed it shut.
I got to my car, gunned the engine and sped out of her driveway.
I waved as I left and I had a feeling that she said a bad word.
Crissi's POV 9:00 p.m.
Screw this, I was upset. I ran to my room and got dressed.
I knew what I had to do, I had to exorcise Sean and either kill or exorcise Suze.
How was I going to do that? I didn't know.
Stupid Paul, that bastard, forget him, I was after Jesse... he doesn't realize how hot he is...
I know, stupid going after a dead guy, right?
Not for a shifter. (I'm not really a mediator since I don't HELP lost souls and I'm not on the social list with girls)
I was going around finding my ghost busting kick-ass outfit when I opened a trunk and a picture flew out of it.
I cautiously picked it up.
It was Katrina, Sean's former girlfriend mediator Shifter dudette, the one I "accidentally" killed.
Okay, it was no accident.
I was jealous of her for some stupid reason, she had the looks, the clothes, everything (She had Sean who was hot) and then I killed her with my lovely knife that's got skulls engraved on it. (Why did I do that I have no idea since I can have any guy since I'm a hooker.)
I love skulls.
This is what happens when I get jealous.
I "accidentally" kill someone and dump their body (which was dressed in a nice pastel skirt and blouse) in the sewer and when the police found her body I was already in California.
How do I know?
It was on the news.
And it was all my work.
You should have seen Katrina's body, it was all green and he blood was blackish and it was cool.
Problem is, the police suspect me, but they'll never know. I'm good at killing people.
Just that when I got to California, a ghost was waiting for me...
She was wearing a pastel skirt...and a blouse...
I was in the airport...
She saw me...
I was getting my suitcase...
She saw Sean...
Sean didn't see her...
And we made eye contact...
And she said loudly that she was going to kill me...
And she was mad...
And that was the last time I saw her...
And did I mention that she was holding a knife and she's British but
she moved to Michigan?
Ready to stab it into me...
"I'LL be BACK!" she had screamed, "And Pawn will realize that I'm back and we'll both kill you!"
Aw shit, another nutcase after me.
So I ran into the car after grabbing my luggages.
A/N: So? How was it? I finally got Crissi back into this. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
Tell me if it sucks...