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"Should I just call you 'mom' while staying with you?" Raven asked as he followed her up the stairs to the guest room. He didn't care how much older he was to her it was just the fact on how strict she was being. She gave him a look of 'you got to be kidding me' after opening the wooden door to his temporary room. Inside was a full size bed in the middle with the headboard against the back wall, an oak dresser sitting snug against the east wall and opposite was a window with dark blue curtains. The walls and ceiling is painted a off white hue while the floor was covered in a light blue carpet. Nothing to spectacular for a guest room and could maybe use a re decorator. "Your fashion sense appalls me." He said in a sophisticated manner as he entered and dropped his bags on the floor near the foot of the bed.
"Shut up and for your information I did that on the spur of the moment since that is the guest room after all." She said heading down the hall towards the master bedroom. Raven heard the door close behind her as he stripped his wet t-shirt off and threw it onto the floor. He began digging in his bags for some dry clothes to wear. Not many clothes were clean per say as he hasn't been home in a week, which has just turned into months, probably.
Finally just deciding to through on a pair of clothes, Raven didn't hear the padded feet on the floor coming closer. Soon he was being barked at from the doorway. Turning around to see a Doberman pincher standing in the doorway with its teeth bared and growling. "You forgot to mention that you own a dog." Raven stated, loudly to get Star's attention. It wasn't that he was afraid of dogs it was just this dog was trained to be a protector of the house. So he didn't want to just waltz up to it and get his hand bit off while trying to pet the animal.
"Oh yeah sorry," Star called back, opening up her bedroom door a crack. "Lucky come here." The Doberman obediently headed towards his master but not before snorting at Raven as if he was disgusted by him. "I feel the love from your dog." Scott said with dry sarcasm. He began brushing his hair before wondering why such a mean dog is named Lucky. "Why did you name a Doberman Lucky and not some evil name like Damien?"
"Funny story really seeing as when he was a puppy he was always wound-up like a two dollar watch. He would trip going up the stairs and fall down the stairs more times than you could even fathom. So that's why I named him Lucky seeing as he never got injured tumbling down the stairs after all that." Star said with a chuckle. "Oh and he has ran into the wall, while still a puppy, numerous amounts of times."
"Now that just makes me wish I could jump off of fifteen foot high steel cages, not getting hurt. So I can be called Lucky." Raven said in a sardonic tone. Unbeknownst to him that the powerful mutt rushed in and pinned him to the ground. Most likely Star's sinister plot of telling the Doberman to sic him but not do any harm. He shoved the dog to one side and got to his feet.
"See with that kind of attitude it's no wonder you got fired." Star said, heading downstairs to go cook some dinner. Lucky trotted after her and Raven was soon to follow. "Oh and you think they would hire you with your smart ass comments?"
Something told him in the back of his mind that he shouldn't have said that. Star turned to face him with a smirk. "Just for that you get to cook dinner." Sighing, he complied to cook dinner for them tonight seeing as he did owe her from stopping him from drinking a full bottle of beer, which he only got one-third gone.
They ate within a half hour as Scott brought out a plate of food to Star, whom was sitting on the couch reading a book. She marked her place in the book before taking the delicious smelling plate from him. "Looks good actually." She said as she dug in. He raised a brow in her general direction and wondered what her cooking looked like. He'll soon find that one out.
Eating in almost complete silence with the occasional beg from Lucky. "That was good." She said while setting her plate on the carpeted floor so that Lucky could lick off of it. "That's good and before you say a word I'll do the dishes." Scott said, figuring he'll play suck-up for a little while. Star didn't say anything when he volunteered for dish duty and went back to her book as he got started.
During the first week of living with Star Lopez, Scott was starting to get sick of her. Despite being a good boy for the first few days she managed to see right through his disguise. Which ended up making him having to work out for four days a week while she only had to her normal amount of two days unless she had time off of work. Other than that they both cooked an equal amount and even Lucky got used to having another person to be around the house. He just couldn't believe how her ex-boyfriend could handle her. As she could make him do something that he didn't want to do.
Figuring as much as she's been hassling him around. That he'll be ready to go back to Vince and ask for his job back soon. Or he could get Star to do it for him. Either way he's going to get his job back while trying. Flipping through the TV channels to find something to watch as for Scott it was an easy day seeing as Star had to go to work early. He already went to the gym after dropping her off so she wouldn't nag him about it.
Lucky came in and laid on the floor next to the couch, looking up at his new favorite person. Scott patted his head and started scratching behind his ears. "You know I would have gained a few pounds while being home and not here. No don't give me that look. No... fine you win this time mutt." He said, sitting up so Lucky could jump on the couch and lay next to him.
Scott spoiled the Doberman when Star wasn't around with bits of food that he would normally get. So he would end up laying down next to him not making her wonder why her dog was being really friendly all of a sudden towards him. Despite the calmness of the day, he was bored and wondered what the guys were up to.
Settling on the Cartoon Network channel for lack of something better on. His cellphone went off signaling he has received a text message. Taking the black flip phone out from his jean pocket, he checked the message and it happened to be from John Cena. "Sure he doesn't bother to just call and I bet Tommy told him where I am." He said while shaking his head as he texted John back.
Just as his buddy sent a text message back the house phone started ringing. Scott reached over and picked the white cordless phone off the stand that was next to the couch. "Star's not home right now but I can take a message." Smart move sounding like a secretary, which he fells like a low life doing that certain job. Except he didn't feel like listening to the answering machine pick up.
Those things seem to annoy him from time to time. "Umm... who are you?" The female voice on the other end sounded a little surprised at hearing him. "Star's house guest Scott." "Well can I still come over?" Something had to be wrong or needed someone desperately to talk to he noted. Looking at the clock and estimating that he had to go pick up Star from work in about three hours.
"Sure I don't see why if you're one of Star's friends." He replied with a friendly tone. Ok so maybe this day won't be so boring until Star was home now. "I'll be over shortly." They both hung up after that. He went back to replying to John and would either call him later or text message him back.
A/N: Things might get interesting now. I don't know really... wait I'm the author I should know. Or maybe I just want to confuse you all into thinking I don't know.