Hello everyone! I'm back with another grand chapter of The Roomates! Oh. And really quick…
To HarleyJJW: Thank you for curing my writers block…you are an awesome person…That will defiantly go into my future chapters.
Disclaimer: Mrs. Lovett: *rummaging thru the cabinets* Oh for the love of God! You people just don't get it do you? HE DOESN'T OWN IT! Now where is that frying pan…
As Sweeney put the blade to my neck I had an idea…and at that moment I was glad I shared Sweeney's affection for sharp things.
With one single quick movement I reached into my pocket I pulled out a playing card, a metal playing card, with the face of the Joker and very sharp edges.
Sweeney, not realizing it was more than a simple playing card, smirked, "And what," He said, "do you intend to do with that?"
I pressed it into his neck, letting him feel the cold steel of the card. His smile dropped. "So now what, boy? Are we going to stand here until one of us drops their guard?"
"No." I replied, "Until Mrs. Lovett hits you with that frying pan she's holding." "Wait…Wha-"Bonk ,and our favorite homicidal barber was out cold on the floor. Mrs. Lovett Was standing there, holding the cast iron skillet, a fearful look in her eyes. "Good God I've killed him…"
"No, he's just taking a nap." I said replacing the card in my pocket ."Help me get him on the couch…" I grabbed him under his shoulders and drug him over to the couch. Mrs. Lovett, relived that she hadn't killed the love of her life, grabbed him by his legs and help.
"Now," I said after we heaved his bulky frame onto the couch. "let me put some ice on that lump of his." I walked over to the refrigerator with Mrs. Lovett in tow.
"Um…Cameron?" She said as I scooped the ice into a zip-lock baggie. "Can I have another Coke?"
"Of course Nellie." I tossed her a Coke. "Have all you want."
She chugged the soda in record time and leaped into the fridge for another, I sighed walking over to one of the available chairs, plunking the ice down unceremoniously on Sweeney's head as I sat down. My head ached as I listened to Sweeney's light snoring and Mrs. Lovett gulping down gallons of Coke.
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until a very pissed off Sweeney woke me up. "Look, boy." He said, "I should kill you because you know our secret, but from the way Mrs. Lovett tells it, in this world we really are fictional character…is that so?" I nodded, he continued, "So we could go out in public and not get arrested?" I nodded again. Satisfied, he sat down and looked at me. "Perhaps, Cameron, I have misjudged you, so how about a fresh start, if you will." He extended a pale hand, I shook it, and we both smiled at each other.
"Where is Nellie anyway?" I asked .
"Oh, she drank too much Coke and is sleeping it off in the other room."
I sighed, this was going to get interesting…