Okay nog idea where this chapter is going. I made some kind of guidelines but I crossed them so many times… I do know there won't be many important thinks in it, just some humor.

Disclaim: Nop. Don't own Sands ore El. Lizz I do own. YAY!

Warning: It's not betad, sorry people. Don't hate me!

Chapter 31) Morning torture.

It was pretty strange, Sands thought in the morning, laying on the bed his arms placed behind his head. He didn't feel that fucked up anymore. And last night had been rather pleasant. Both of them weren't in the mood to go asleep and after the girly had a couple of bullets there was no need to. The kid was so bouncy as a kangaroo after the stuff and talked so much he was afraid she would faint of the lack of oxygen.

While she was looking for the TV remote, he found out there was a minibar in the room. When he opened the door the girly immediately started to nag about his 'health'. But after a couple of minutes he 'convinced' her he was man enough to hold his drink. After exactly four minutes his body proved him the other way and he had to make another run to the bathroom, haunted by the evil laughter of the kid.

After that he walked pissed out of the bathroom and threw daggers at her with his glance. She manages to hold in her laugh just about he parked his ass back on the bed. She burst out in laughter and told him ,between the laughs, he was dragging along a stroke of toilet paper.

With a face ready to kill he pulled off the long piece of soft paper from under his feet and waited until the laughter stopped. Then he yelled so many cursed he was sure she had no idea what half of the stuff mend. Then a silent fell, but only for a second. She giggle and dared to said: 'You look kind of cute when you're screaming shit.'

He was stunned, restore quick, smirked and threw a pillow at her head. Rest of the time they talked. Well, mostly she did the talking part, he listened and made a couple of sarcastic comments ore sneering remarks.

Sands grinned listening to the steady breathing of the girly laying next to him. 'And she was the one telling me I wouldn't make it throw the night without falling asleep.' He shifted a little her side. 'Wouldn't it be a peachy idea to kick her out bed?' He sat up. "No, that's to easy.'

He got up, his head pounding a little, and walked into the bathroom. There he tries to remember where he puked and cursed himself for not wearing shoes. "Fucking Christ, where did these people dropped the loo, I got to piss like a-"

"SANDS!" A defiantly to load voice screeched throw the motel room. "When you use bathroom, close the fucking door!"

'Well, so much for sleeping beauty.' He shrugged. "Mind your own god damn bushiness, and quite using the word fuck, that's my stile!" He kicked with his feet against the toilet, took a relieve breath and unzipped his paint.

"SANDS!" Again the sounds of her voice screeched throw the room, this time angry. "Close that door immediately!"

"What, where you razed by the Amish ore something! Scared you might see something interesting?" His voice is mocking and challenging.

"GOD DAMN IT SANDS!" He hears her snoring. "You pervert sick little man!"

He smirks. "Can't hear you, I'm pissing." There were some loud and frustrated cursed from out of the room, a couple of stamping feet's and a slamming door. Filled with joy he zipped his paint up and walks back into the room, without stepping in his own puke.

"Jerk!" Was the first thing he got thrown at his head, quickly followed by a empty can of bullet. The thing nearly hit him.

"Little bit catty are we now?" He smiled after picking up the can and threw it back in her direction.

No answer.

"Owh right. Like not talking will work with me, sugar. I used to torture people, do you even think you might have the strength to ignore me?"

Again silent.

He sighted. "Okay, try to ignore me. Then I just have to find some stuff that can entertain me in the meantime, don't I?" He looked questioning around. "What to do? What to do?" He scratches his head. "Owh wait, why not drink the whole minibar. That's something El would be glade with when he sees the bill. Ore I could just start to nag you to dead until you simply beg me to stop. And believe me I can nag people to the edge. That reminds me… I once had to make a man talk, owh boy did I nag that one crazy… then off course that was also because I slowly broke the man's fingers. One by one. Slowly and so painful, that sound… it's sounds about like this-"

"OKAY! I'll talk!" She hissed frustrated and partly disgusted. "JESUS! No need to come up with that sick kind of stuff!"

Again a wicked smirked filled his face. "Who said anything about making things up."

A long pause, followed by a long 'iewww!' Then the sound of the tv.

'Strange, she's not even that shocked anymore.' He walked up to the bad and parked his ass down. "So, now what?"

"Now, what, what?"

He glared at her. "Now, what are we ganna do so we won't die of boredom."

"Well, I'm ganna watch tv." She answered, sounding very bitchy. " You're a ass, I don't care what you're going to do."

He rose up a eyebrow. "Do I have to remember you what I just said." He made a small cracking sound. "Do you want me to get detailed?"

Again a silent followed by a long 'iewww!'. A movement from the bed and a sight. "Okay I'll think of something you can do…. Any requests?"

"As long as it's not hide and seek…" He sneered.

Lizz rolled her eye's. "Did anyone ever told you how annoying you are in the morning?"

"Yeah, once, I shot the asshole."

Lizz jumped of the bed into her shoes. "How very you, Sands." She looked throw the motelroom. Her eye's stopped on the bathroom door. "You know, if you're so despaired to do something you can go clean the bathroom."

His head cocked to the bathroom and he looked a little disgusted. "No fucking way, I'm not a maid!"

Lizz pictured him with a pink skirt and a brush, and couldn't help it but grin. "Well you puked the damn thing over for two times!" She snapped back. "So you clean it up! I'm not ganna sit here in the smell of you're puke for the next day's!"

"To bad for you, I ain't cleaning it up, missy!"

"You so are ganna clean it up, mister!"

"No! You made me talk the fucking pills! I got sick because of you!"

"Don't try to blame me Sands! I told you to take two pills not the whole jar!"

"I didn't take the whole jar, don't be such a drama queen!"

"Am not!"

"Yes you are, lill' miss-scream-a-lot."

"At leased I don't die half of the time in self pity, like some people!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you tw-… Bugger off!" She throw daggers at him when he started to laugh. "Don't be so full of yourself." She whispered so softly he couldn't hear her. She looked throw the room again the floor was filled with empty packing of candy, cans and other stuff she bought in the shop.

"You know I'm not ganna live for ever." It sounded from next to her. Annoyed she turned around to looked right into the dark glasses. She stared at the man in front of her. Again she questioned herself how he had looked with eye's. Would he looked even colder, more deadlier when he was about to hurt ore kill someone. And how would he be if he had still his eye's? Would he have killed her if he met her? Ore would he not even had cared how she was and used her to get to the money? She thought often about those things, not daring to asked, not only afraid for his reaction but more scared of the answer.

"Why are you looking at me like I come from mars?" he said. She realised she was still staring at him. Suddenly she smiled.

"I think I have a fun idea."

…

"No fucking way!" The door slammed shut.

"Owh, c'mon Sands! Don't be a baby!" the girly yelled from out of the motelroom.

"Baby! I'm a baby! Fuck you! You really think I would freely let someone near me with a razor sharp scissor wile I can't see the fuckmook!"

"Sands, it's only a freaking haircut! And where not even going to a salon, I'll cut you're hair."

"Then I'll correct me. You think I will let you near me with a razor sharp scissor! NO FUCKING WAY! You're even clumsier then fucking Goofy!"

"Thanks a lot, you know just how to make a women feel special." She knocked on the door. "No get out of the bathroom ore I call the manager!"

"Yeah right! Like that's a good idea, you really want to get thrown out of this motel!" He yelled back. He smirked when he didn't received a comeback. "Good girly, learn how to shut you're mouth."

"Owh, run against a wall!" She pouted.

He growled, kicked open the door and pulled out his gun. "Don't mock me kid!"

"Don't point a gun at me." He heard her shift a little. Fast he switched the safety off.

"Got a dead wish girly? Don't move." He heard her stop moving and took a couple steps forward. "You better be scared right now, kiddo."

'So that's what he wants.' Lizz thought. 'Thinking he's still the one in control. He wants to think I'll jump if he says it.' She looked at the gun. "I'm not you're dog you know. I don't do what you say if I don't want to." She crossed her arms. 'Good one Lizz!'

He took another few steps, coming very close. "See that's where you're wrong. I have the gun, see? That means I'm the one in control.

'Sands you're starting to get predictable.' She smiled. " You have a gun, yes. But will you shoot? No."

She saw him turn dark.

"Don't be so sure, kid." He pushed the gun up, now only a few inches from her face. Coldly she looked at the shining metal.

"You think this will work Sands? Every time I do something you don't like treating me like this? Let me tell you it wont work. So just stop it! I'm so freaking tired of this game!" She pushed the gun away from her face. "If you want me to do ore don't do something just ask, I'm not a thing ore one of you're people who'll run immediately when you order something." She looked at the reflection of herself in the glasses. A very angry and also curious girl looked at her, waiting for his reaction.

He frowned and looked down. He opened his mouth to close it again. Suddenly his head cocked up and he grabbed her by the upper side of her shirt. "You are the most annoying, nagging, rattling person I ever met!"

She rose a eyebrow and placed her hand in her side. "Like you score any better."

He pushed her a little up, but not that high she would hang in the air. "Not my point."

"What is you're point then, other than calling me names." She asks.

"My point is, we're annoying each other since the second you picked me up from the street and kicked-"

"I never kicked you!" Lizz yells mad. "Quit making things up!"

She got pushed a little bit higher, now standing on her toes, arguing with herself if she was going to kick him now.

"See, Lizzy-O, that's exactly what I mean, you can't get you're pretty little mouth shut for three seconds before yelling, screaming ore shouting. That bugs me much, very much. And since I'm not the best in self-control, as you already knew, you could try to be a little more like a normal girl and shut you're fucking mouth when I'm pissed!"

"Well you also could try to be a little more like a normal person, Sands. It's pretty hard to live with a guy who threatens you twenty-four hours a day. And almost every time I leave you alone, you try to kill yourself! Do you have any idea how scared I am because of you!" She wrapped her hands around Sands wrist. "Now let me go!"

Amazingly he let her loose. She rubbed over her neck. "Now, what?"

He shrugged. "Let's try to compromise."

Lizz frowned. "'Bout what?"

Sands sighted. "Christ, at leased try to keep up a little, you stupid little…" He paused. "I mend about the hairdo, remember that smartass." He stroke throw is sticky hair. "You can cut my hair, but, after I'll cut yours."

Lizz started to laugh. "Yeah right! Like I would let you even touch my hair!"

"Finn." This time he smiled. "Then we just sit here, being bored, then I'll talk about every little detail of my little torture events..."

Quickly Lizz tried to push away the horribly images. "Okay, okay, I'll let you cut my hair. BUT, if you totally ruin my hair, I'm going to hurt you big time mister!"

"There are no word to express my fear right now, girly." He answer, the sarcasm impossible to miss.

She rolled her eye's. "C'mon let's go before I changes my mind. Ore you chicken out." She grabbed his wrist and before he could protest she dragged him to the bathroom. She placed one of the chairs in the middle of the bathroom. "Sit down, and take you're shirt out." She ordered.

He grinned. "Girly's getting little bit kinky ehy? I knew you couldn't resist me." Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt.

Lizz looked at him in disgusted. " You have no idea how much I mean the word 'iewww' right now…" She walked back into the room and picked out the scissors from her purse. Back in the bathroom Sands sad shirtless on the chair.

"Owh, look what a good little boy." She cheered.

"Shut it, ore I'll smack you." He growled.

Smiling she walked pass him until she stood behind him. "So what will it be sir? Braids, bold, little bit punk, you name it."

"Shut up. Just a little bit shorter then it is now. Just a bit above my shoulders. And don't screw it up, else I'm ganna mess you're hair up for good!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, not screw it up." A bit agitated she started to comb his hair, what didn't work out that well. "God you're hair is tangled, when was the last time you comb you're hair?"

"Shut up." He spit.

She rolled her eye's. "Alight, jeez, no need to get so uptight!"

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After a half hour Lizz looked proudly at the result. Not only did she manages to cut his hair unto perfect, but also got him so far to let her shave him.

"You have no idea how must better you look right now!" She cheered clapping her hands.

Stiffly Sands stood up from the chair. "Guess I'll never know. I'm BLIND remember."

She glared at him. "Sands don't kill the moment." She throw his shirt at him. "Where done."

With one fast motion he catches the shirt and grinned at her. "No fucking way, girly, now it's you're turn for the chair!"

Like I said before, nothing very drastic happens in this chap. Still I'm prêt happy with the result. The only thing I'm a little worried about is, if Sands is getting OOC, if do, say it please.

That was all, gatta stop, school about half hour… the evil motherf-

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.