Not Mine.
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Sabriel. Her name was Sabriel? When had this event taken place that she was given a whole new name and character? Before she had been Horizon to a few, but "Crow" to most. She'd been fairly freaksome, with her dark eyes and mysterious air. She'd been unattractive because of her anti-socialness, and odd because of her demeanor. Now those were the things that made her beautiful. To John and Matt.
They'd learned about what they shared in common with the tri-colored cutie. For instance, Matt and Sabriel shared a love of cars, rock music, and the colour chartreuse. And her and John? They loved rap, hats, and funky looking dogs. So it wasn't surprising, three weeks after their initial meeting, to find them sitting in Sabriel's hotel room watching House of Wax.
Sabriel and John were sitting side by side on the bed, with Matt sprawled over their feet. Matt was currently hogging the popcorn, causing Sabriel to use her toe to push his stomach, making him jump.
"Matty, if you'd just hand me the bag, then this could all end nicely," Sabriel said sweetly, letting her voice adopt a sickly sweet tone. Matt just looked at her. John was grinning broadly, and in a flash, Sabriel was straddling Matt's stomach, with him staring into her eyes. She was smiling broadly, and again, almost before he realized it, she was gone, sitting on one of the chairs in the corner with the whole bag of popcorn.
"Now, we have to be very careful. I hear wild animals are very dangerous, especially when you threaten their popcorn," John monotoned from his seat on the bed. Sabriel growled for effect, showing her perfectly straight teeth.
"I told you we should have gotten her a rabies shot," Matt said, sitting back on the second bed in the room. They were waiting for Ashley to get back, so they could all go to the club together.
"I've had mine, Thanks," Ashley said, already halfway through the door. She was holding a duffel bag ready to break, and a water-bottle. John stood up and lifted he things off of her, but she quickly grabbed her duffel bag back.
"Ah-ah-ah! Not until after we're ready," Ashley said, crooking her finger at Sabriel who groaned, stood up, and followed the blonde-and-pink haired Diva Search winner into the small bathroom.
"What do you think they're doing in there?" Matt asked, having retrieved the popcorn and continued watching the movie. John shrugged.
"Dunno. Can't be healthy though, 'cuz last time Sabe came out with all blonde hair. Thank god it was only temporary," He said, watching as the huge spike was driven through Paris Hilton's head. Matt was chuckling mercilessly under his breath. John rolled his eyes just as Sabriel shrieked, followed by Ashley's lighter laughter. John just looked at Matt with raised eyebrows, as if saying "I told you so."
It was almost the end of the movie before the bathroom door creaked and Ashley walked out, trying to drag Sabriel with her. Matt was caught up in the way Ashley looked, anyhow. She was wearing a short pink skirt, a wild, in-your-face pink that really stuck out against her curvy hips and toned bottom. Her grey shirt was a corset-type of thing, with lace everywhere and little ribbons holding it up. She was almost spilling out of it, and paired with her light make-up, single wristband, and high-heeled boots, she looked like a punk rock princess.
"Wow, you look, uhm... Wow," Matt said, looking her up and down. Plain black fishnets, grey corset, boots, eyeliner, loose hair...
"I think he's trying to say you look good Ash, real good.," John said, smiling at the blonde. She smiled and blushed under their gazes, but quickly got down to business.
"Sabriel, get your nicely-formed ass out here. I'll send Matt in to get you!" She said through the now closed door. There was a sigh of defeat, and Sabriel walked out, looking... amazing. Her calico hair was tied back loosely with silver ribbon, strands falling out of the little loops giving her a mussed look. She was wearing a black mini skirt, just like heer ring wear, but it had strips of silver and red through it, and her shirt was a shocking red tanktop, covered by a black jacket. She wore only a single black pearl necklace that reached her bellybutton, and had on dark, smudged eyeliner. She looked radiant.
"Stop staring. It's weird, John," Sabriel said, smirking at her handsome friend. He grinned at her and enveloped her in a hug.
"Aww, ya know ya love me," he said, reaching around her to poke Ashely, who jumped a mile.
"Bastard," the blonde said, giving the brunette a glare. Matt, ever the big grother, stepper between them with a smile.
"Now, kids, what have I told you about fighting?" he asked. John smirked and opened his mouth to answer when Sabriel replied instead.
"Only fight if it's for money or entertainment purposes?" she said, and Matt nodded.
"Ok, good point. Now, are we ready to hit the club?" he asked, smiling as they gathered their coats and left the hotel room.