Thanks to those who pointed out that I hadn't put down the guys jobs.
Maria rubbed the sleep from one eye, being careful not to touch the other. Jumping out of the bed, she walked to her bathroom, and physcing herself up, eventually looked up at her reflection in the mirror above her pseudo marble and wood bathroom.
Shit, she thought, a gasp escaping unnoticed past her lips.
She looked like she had gone a round with Mike Tyson, and had come out a lot worse for wear.
Luckily Isabel had a bit of experience with bruising from her dancing past, and had known exactly what to use to bring it down.
Picking up the cream they had gotten on the way back, she smoothed the devil's horn cream onto her cheek, winching as it highlighted all the yellow areas around the bruise which had gone unnoticed by her till then because of her honey skin colour.
Waiting till it dried, she started putting on her make-up using plenty of the green cover stick she had gotten a year ago in case of an emergency, and hadn't used till now.
Smoothing it on, she started laughing, turning to one side and another, she couldn't help but smile. She looked like an alien. A very pretty alien, though, she thought.
Half an hour later she stepped back from the mirror and smiled in satisfaction.
Her face was perfectly covered and unless you were there or you had very good eye- sight, the kind that looked for these kinds of bruises, you'd never know about it.
Grabbing her ripped faded blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, she pulled them on and slipping into her flip-flops ran a distracted hand through her hair, deciding at the last minute to leave it down, as a form of damage control. After all if they couldn't see her face through the mixture of blonde and brunette curls, all the better she reasoned.
Running down, the steps, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing the knots in the wood on the way down, she skipped into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl of cereal, she splashed milk onto them and then went outside through the doors leading onto the balcony, filled with enough plants that it would do a rain forest proud.
Resting her feet on the bench table, she gazed around her. Watched intrigued at a dark sapphire blue butterfly flew through the morning sky. And had to grimace. Maybe her bruise would turn that colour?
She turned her head slightly as she heard someone else come through the door; smiling at the picture Liz made standing in the doorway, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Holding her large cup of coffee in her hand, Liz stumbled towards the table, plopping down on the cushioned seats, and taking a sip of her coffee, feeling the life start to come into her, and ignoring Maria's look of horror and awaiting the normal lecture from her. The same lecture she had been getting for the last year since she had started to need the coffee to wake up.
She could imagine it right now, Maria's voice echoing on about how it affects her height, slows down the brain, and is basically poisoning the body. Lately she had even been adding how if she kept drinking it like she was, within a few months she'd need to get her colon cleansed, and had gone through all the excruciating details of the procedure, While she was eating.
For heavens sake, she had thought through each lecture, she wasn't going to get any taller, she had been the same height since she had turned seventeen and that was nearly four years ago. As for slowing down her brain, well she was a scientist, she needed to be slowed down, or else she'd go into early retirement at an insane asylum, like so many other scientists she had seen. And as for poisoning her body, well everybody did, or else the fast food section would not be as popular as they were. After all what else were chips or chicken burgers, but pure fat and grease, which were in essence, with the amount that people consumed basically poisoning there body faster then if they had been drinking coffee.
When the cup was half empty and Liz had breathed in the fresh slightly smoggy air, fresh compared to other parts of the city, did she feel able to look up and focus on Maria who had till then remained quiet, something that Liz would have bet before coming out on to the balcony was near impossible.
Scanning her gaze over Maria's face, she didn't try to hide her shock, having seen the start of the bruising last night. "You'd never know it was there, if you hadn't been there… well you know what I mean"
Damn she thought, she was beginning to sound more and more like Maria's ditzy blonde routine, which she routinely used when she wanted to confuse guys. It was always fun seeing the looks on there faces though, which more then made up for having to pretend to be bimbo's alongside her if they were with her when the routine went into play.
"Anyway" quickly changing the subject "What time are we meeting Kyle today?"
Maria shook her head, her curls bouncing energetically around her face even when her head had stopped its movement. "We're not. He's collecting us about…." raising her arm up, she peered at the watch on her hand. Surprised, she looked evilly at Liz, in her short red silk pyjamas and clingy black tank top "Actually about now."
Liz spit the coffee she had just sipped back into her cup, her disbelieving gaze encountering Maria's laughter filled gaze and knew she was telling the truth. Pushing back from the table and jumping up she waved a careful finger at Maria telling her with that one gesture what she thought of her, gulping back the remainder of her coffee with the other. Walking briskly to the kitchen, she shoved the cup into the dishwasher, and clipping up her hair in a ponytail walked towards the stairs just as Tess bounced in from the garage door, four guys following her, three more then expected.
Her voice bounced through the empty kitchen "Hey, hope you decent, the guys are here!" her tone implying she hoped it was the opposite.
They guys had one unanimious through run through there brain for the second time that day, they really hoped the girls weren't descent, the first thought to have an all Irish fry up at that local Irish pub.
This thought they wanted even more then the all grease breakfast.
A strangled scream came from the stair way beside the door, and Kyle being the inquisitive person he was looked up, to a site that he really like, a tanned toned pair of legs and as the legs disappeared around the corner, he caught sight of a smooth paler butt cheek. He pursed his lips together holding back the whistle that was threatening to come from his mouth. Damn he thought, he really loved knowing these girls, and he especially liked the little something he had seen on the inside of her thigh, something he hadn't seen when they had went to the beach.
Turning back towards the guys, he couldn't keep the smile from his face, in the end not even trying. That said when he turned around, and saw the pure blonde bouncing curls in front of him attached to the petite body of a goddess, he couldn't help but wish it had been her butt he had seen, and not Liz.
And it was so obvious that it was Liz, there was only one brunette in the house. That said, she did have a spectacular body, and what was even better was that he had seen all there bodies before any of the other guys, which meant he had one up on them for the first time that year, and then he remembered what they had done to him when they had found out he was meeting the girls the next day, that he had made plans with them without consulting the other guys.
Perhaps he shouldn't mention what he had saw to the other guys, he didn't think that it had occurred to them that he had seen them half naked the day he had went to the beach with them, which although seemed a life time ago had only been yesterday.
He didn't think it would go down the best, especially with Max and Micheal. They weren't exactly the most patient of people, or come to think of that the weakest.
The latter being the more worrying.
Seeing the Maria through the balcony doors that the guys still had to notice, to busy looking around the apartments for ideas on who these girls were, he headed through the door pulling out a chair beside her.
Resting his arms on the table he leaned forward in an confidential manner that belied the look in his eyes that spoke only of getting one up on his brothers, he asked "So, you and Micheal? Were you the girl he met at the club?" to put it in the kindess terms possible he thought, after all he liked Maria and he didn't feel like embarrassing her.
"You and Tess sweetie? I wasn't the only one messing with the status quo!" She reached across and grabbed the cup of coffee he had brought out with him. Taking a sip, she smiled "tall…" referring to the size of the mug he had brought out, coincidently the largest in the house and normally reserved for Liz's ritual morning wake up's.
She continued "Dark, with a hint of sugar " inhaling the sweet aroma. Catching Kyle's open-mouthed stare, she grimaced. "I have a small problem with it. Some people have cravings for chocolate, I have cravings for this " raising the cup to emphasise her point.
Kyle watched in amusement as his little, and even in the limited time he had know her he knew not to say little to her face, pixie like friend, inhaled the coffee and almost delirious expression came over her face, and then it changed, as if someone had taken away her happiness. He had seen the same look come over one of his ex girlfriends when she had been PMS-ing and he had gotten in the way of her chocolate fix. She had looked like she was getting ready to throw him out the window like he was an unwanted old rug, and where she would have gotten the strength he did not know, but he didn't dare question that she would somehow be able to do it. He never wanted to experience that again, and yet here it was happening to him again, and he could feel the same mixture of fear, and dread that had accosted him back then.
Raising a finger towards him, even as these thoughts went through his head, her voice deadly in its simplicity, he could feel the nausea start to climb up his throat, petrified of what would come out of her mouth or what she could do to him in the little time he would have if he called for his brothers like the coward he wasn't ashamed to admit he was when it came to the weird nature of females.
"You ever tell Liz about this and I will make sure you live to see each of you limbs cut of, even the one hanging between your…" her raised eyebrow somehow pointed to were she meant, and he crossed his legs at the pain his imagination had conjured up with each of her words.
And then her face went back to its happiness and he slowly unclenched his legs somehow knowing that the danger was past, as long as he kept his mouth closed.
His brothers didn't in-still as much fear in him as she had with less then, he counted in his mind, less then thirty words.
A thought occurred to him, and he squeezed his eyes shut as if to block the thought. If Micheal ever got with Maria, or for that matter any of the girls, because the evilness was known to run in the blood, then he was a dead man; in fact they were all dead man.
He banged is head against the table trying to erase the thought, and that was the way Max found him a few minutes later, and pulling up a chair, squeezed in between him and Maria, and ignoring Kyle, because he had seen him act like this before turned to Maria.
"So, I know your Maria, and I need to know one more thing?"
Maria nodded her head for him to continue, intrigued as to what this thing was.
He leaned in closer, and in an almost comical whisper asked "So are your intentions towards Micheal honourable?" Holding his hand up to her face as if he was holding a microphone.
She starred at him for five seconds, her gaze incredulous, before the comical side of the situation kicked in.
Her laughter burst forth from her like a damn breaking, its loudness attracting the attention of the people still inside.
When she had gotten her laughter under control, or under enough control to speak she leaned in as if to impart a secret. "Sugar, my intentions were never honourable to begin with!" and she started to laugh at the somewhat shocked look that came over his face.
Soon he joined in with her, Pulling her into his arms to give her a surprised hug, murmuring for her ears only "Girl, I think I could like you!"
Before settling back down in there seats and beginning to fire questions at each other, at the end of which, Max realising he had found someone else who shared no common interests with him at all and yet strangely enough he found himself liking her and her quirkiness, which was the only way he could think of describing her.
He could understand why Micheal had such a fascination with her, he thought to himself, her soft musical voice intruding on his thoughts. "So what do you do for a living?"
"I'm actually a medic. I work on the racing circuits. I'm the one they call in case of an accident. And you?"
Maria hated to admit it but she was actually impressed, with everything the guy had said even though he had no taste in food, designers, or cars for that matter. But the job seemed to suit him.
Vaguely realising he had asked her a question; she stilled her thoughts on him, determined to examine them later on, and answered his question.
"Me, I'm a mechanic down below, and during the night I work with the equivalent of Evanescence." She decided to keep her racing from him until she got to know him a bit better, when he suddenly grabbed her chin and gently tipped it to the sun, winching slightly as his finger gently ran over the area of her bruise, smudging the piece of art her make-up had been before he had come along.
His voice rough, but insistent, he demanded, "What the hell happened to you?" the question quickly followed by another his voice getting rougher with each word, till she could hear the anger darkening his voice. "Did someone hit you?"
She blushed before she could help it, and it was an obvious sign to him that he had hit the nail on the head so to speak. He was about to demand who did this so he could go after them when the rest of the gang came out through the door, and with a snap of her wrist, had swiped his hand from here face and had pulled away from him and walked inside past Tess who was hovering by the doorway.
Winking at her to keep them there until she had fixed what needed to be fixed.
Tess winked back, understanding immediately, stepping in front of Max as he made to move after her.
"Not know," she whispered to him. Turning to smile at the other guys, praying that Isabel would soon appear and keep them busy, or even Liz who wasn't the most social of them.
"Would any of you like something to drink? Isabel and Liz should be down soon." She hoped, forgetting that Isabel had gone out for her morning yoga lesson.
Turns out they did want something to drink, and walking into the kitchen, Tess made up their orders.
Isabel dropped her bag by the door and stripping of her top and bottoms which had been covered in sweat since she had jogged back from her lesson, shoved them into the washing machine, grabbing a clean pair of shorts and a white sleeveless shirt which she shortened and tied between her breasts. Scratching her head, she turned on the machine and heard the clinking upstairs. There goes my shower she thought. There was one thing wrong about living in this place, even if it did have the best views, space and was owned by them, it was the fact that you had to wait at least an hour after somebody had a shower for the tank to fill up again, or else you felt like you were swimming in the artic.
And then she remembered that a system had been set up in case of emergencies, and catching sight of her skin still dewy with sweat even though she was now inside with air conditioning, she definitely needed one.
Walking through the kitchen, she spotted Tess at the sink pouring some orange juice.
"Hi, I'm going to see if I can bung a shower from Liz, can you put the kettle on again, sweetie?" she continued up the stairs not even waiting for Tess to answer.
Tess grimaced, and then had to hold in her laughter as she heard the strangled cough come from out on the balcony. It was so clear were the guys minds were, so deep in the gutter there was no hope for them. It was just the way she liked it, her and her sisters that is. It left so much room to mess with their minds.
Raising the tray with the drinks and some fruit on it, she walked outside and settling it on the table sat down beside Max.
Taking the cups of the tray, she placed them in front of who wanted each drink and then sat back waiting for an opening to mess with them.
As she took a sip of her coffee, Kyle asked, "Was that Isabel?" his tone inquisitive.
She nodded into her cup, carefully keeping her eyes lowered so that she didn't give anything away.
" Yeah, she'll be down in a minute. She's gone to see if Liz would be willing to share her shower!" time she added in her mind and mumbled into her coffee so they couldn't accuse her of anything later on. Quickly pulled the large coffee mug to her face to hide her grin as she felt Max tense beside her, like a rock she thought, almost choking on the coffee she had drank nanoseconds before.
She risked a peek up from her mug a few seconds later and had to duck it again thankful for once she had left her hair down and it hid the laughter that she was biting the inside of her cheek to stop from coming out.
The all had equally dopey looks on their faces as they imagined what she had said, but she noticed Alex and Max seemed to be the worse. Strangely enough they seemed to be twitching, and she couldn't tell from where she was but Alex seemed to be equally as tense as Max.
God, she thought, this was easier then she could have imagined.
Upstairs, Isabel knocked on the door to the bathroom, going in when she heard Liz's voice.
Quickly talking, she managed to convince Liz she needed the shower more then Liz did and leaving the shower on, Liz got out. If she had even thought of turning it of, then that would be the end of the shower for both of them.
Going to her room, leaving Isabel in the bathroom, to clean up, she walked to the closet she shared with her sister. It was easier that way. They were always borrowing each other's close anyway, and it was easier to get them back if they were all in one of two places, here or the other wardrobe that Maria shared with Tess.
Pulling on her denim mini, and a simple black waistcoat, that worked as a top, she slipped her three silver anklets on her right ankle, and a hoped pair of earrings, leaving her hair to form the curls it was naturally inclined to form, and putting on a tiny bit of make-up and some lip balm, she went downstairs to get some food.
Grabbing a bowl of cereal, she went outside onto the balcony, she saw there was no seats left, and the guys seemed to be off in a land of there own.
Shrugging her shoulders, she went over to Tess and swinging her legs over the girls body settled her butt on the armrest beside her, and preceded to eat, while Tess continued to drink her coffee.
Eventually Liz as too filled with curiosity to wait and find out what had happened and instead leaned into Tess "What happened to them?"
Tess started to chuckle, but managed to blurt out between giggles "I just suggested that you and Isabel might be sharing a bathroom, at the same time."
Liz looked incredulously at her, okay she knew Tess had an evil side but still, the guys obviously were not used to them yet, or the fact that they were sisters if they were having this much fun imagining stuff…. She didn't even want to think what they were imaging.
Finishing there breakfast, they looked once more at them. "I'm getting sick of this" she thought and then realised they had both spoken the same thought out loud.
"Shock tactics?" Tess questioned and at Liz's nod of agreement, placed their cups on the table and looking around found Max beside her. Well this was just faith she thought, before jumping into his lap, her butt landing right between his thighs, her legs swinging over the arm rest right over his arm which had been gripping the well armrest, she noticed.
She could feel something rising against her hip, and drew in a surprised gasp. He was very well… Something grabbed at her leg, kneading the flesh, and it was at this point that she knew he was well and truly back in the real world. Trying to get up off him, she found he had somehow managed to wrap the other hand around her waist, holding her well and truly in place.
Grimacing good-naturedly at the situations she seemed to always get caught in she looked over at Tess.
And gasped. They were at it, again.
Slightly pissed, because she hadn't known those shock tactics could have been used, she placed two fingers in her mouth and blew an Air splitting whistle, yelling at them when they slowly broke apart. "Get a damn room you to!"
Relaxing back into the chair, slightly pissed that he wouldn't let her go and yet impressed that he could actually hold her, she caught the gaze of one of the other guys. Micheal she thought, but that didn't come out of her mouth, no she never had had tact left, so instead "Hi, the Adonis is back." Grinning at his blush. "I mean Micheal. You here for Maria?"
At his nod, she smiled "She's probably upstairs getting ready for later."
Curiosity got the better of Micheal, and he asked, "What's on later?"
Batting her eyes innocently at him, she smiled grimly amused "Darling, we going cliff diving!" Not knowing that Micheal and Alex had a major fear of heights, or at least jumping of them with no damn cushion to catch them.
But she knew soon enough as the a whiteness stole through their faces stealing all the colour from them, and a broken "No fucking way!" escaped through their mouths.
Kyle hugged Tess to him when he heard this, starting to laugh out loud, Tess soon following as she turned and saw the lack of colour on some of the faces.
And then suddenly they Micheal and Alex turned their gazes to Kyle, and they grinned evilly through their paleness. And Kyle knew they thought he had set them up. He was a dead man. It was enough to stop his laughter. But Tess continued, hysterically almost, and he had to admit he didn't mind her chesty laugh or the fact that her body shook with laughter, which was precariously perched on, well him.
Maybe he could stay with her, it could be his last chance to survive.
Suddenly Liz's hip started to vibrate and she took out her phone, flipping it open to read the text from Maria telling her to come down to the garage.
When she got there she found Maria going at the Punching bag they had installed down there to beat out there frustrations over idiot owners, or stupid cars that didn't want to be fixed.
Maria stopped only to point to the wheels she had taken off to fix the suspension, which had been slightly off according to Isabel on the drive of.
Looking at the tyres, she noticed a white powder around some of the edges.
Looking at Maria, incredulously "Is that what I think it is? Please tell me it isn't!"
Angrily Maria shook her head, "The bastard set us up. If that's not pure X then I'm really a red head." She spoke through gritted teeth, and Liz could almost hear the grinding, vaguely realizing a few seconds later that it was she.
What the fuck was she going to do?
okay that's it for now.. I've got so many plans… mhawhahahahahahahahaha…
there's nothing quite as much fun as making people jump through hoops, even if they wouldn't go on there own.
Anyway… the rest of the guys jobs shall be revealed in the next chapter and again thanks to those who pointed it out.
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Willow1986