Kira: hello, I shall be taking over today, as Yoko is sick…
Yoko: what are you talking about, I'm right here!
Kira: not anymore… *holds a knife above Yoko's neck*
Yoko: Nani? *cute cat face*
Kira: *trembled, but drops weapon and pats Yoko's ears*
Yoko: *smiles and purrs*
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC!
Muttering under his breath, Oliver took all his anger out on the poor windows he had been assigned to clean.
"Stupid Enrique, stupid hormones, stupid… ARGGGG!" with an final enraged yell, he grabbed a chair and was about to throw it out the window when she felt a familiar presence at the door.
Whipping around so quickly that he became lightheaded, Oliver nearly dropped the chair in his shock, which obviously humored his blond friend.
"What do you want?" Oliver asked, a little more menace in his voice than he meant, but gasping when he saw the seriousness on the blond's face.
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Enrique began to stalk his prey, bending down so that their faces were even, and just close enough to kiss, but tortuously far away at the same time.
He had noticed the greenettes reaction, "her" blushes and stuttering.
"Now, Miss…Cloé, I feel that we have met before might you have any idea why that might be?" He asked changing his position so he was breathing on Oliver's neck, making the younger boy shiver from the sensation.
Smirking, Enrique made sure to inhale a large dose of "her" addicting scent.
There was no doubt, she smelled the same, and, unlike Sarah, it was strong and natural, not fading in the least.
Sarah had even had the nerve to try to cover it up with some expensive perfume, which smelled nothing like the real thing.
Thinking of roses made Enrique think of Oliver, and his heart ached as he thought of the many hours he and Oliver, sometimes even joined by Johnny or Robert on occasion, would spend in the French boys garden, whether actually gardening, doing schoolwork, or just goofing around.
"Enrique? Enrique? Damnit Enrique, I know your in there, don't think you can hide from me!"
Jumping slightly, Enrique was literally wrenched from his daydream/flashback as the annoying voice of his fiancé streamed through the thick wooden door, her loud knocks, if the loud noise she created could even count as something so tame, echoing through, getting more and more distressed and angry with time.
"I can help you"
Enrique had nearly forgotten about Oliver, and therefore jumped when the cross-dresser spoke, but had to ask: "how?"
Biting his lip worriedly, Oliver bit his lip and tried to block out the noises outside while he searched for a suitable place to hide the blonde until he could persuade Sarah to leave.
Suddenly, his eyes fell upon a large cupboard-like enclosure, not that much unlike where he had been entrapped, but larger, obviously more than big enough to hide the other boy.
Pulling lightly on Enrique's jacket,. Oliver motioned towards said enclosure, opening the door and once again motioning with his hand where he wanted the blond to go.
Thankfully, Enrique understood, and climbed into the cupboard-closet, sighing in relief when Oliver closed the door tightly behind him before venturing to open the main door, an enraged Sarah falling in ungracefully as if she had been leaning against the door eavesdropping, which was most likely not to far from the truth, if at all.
"What is it, Miss Sarah?" Oliver asked, hoping his anger wasn't to visible in his voice, instead clasping and unclasping his hands until they were riddled with little crescent moon shaped cuts.
"Where have you hidden him?" Sarah growled, grabbing Oliver's shoulders and shacking him so until he cried out in pain at the sharp, manicured nails dug painfully into his skin.
Suddenly, Sarah stopped, pushing him harshly so that he collided painfully with the wall opposite where he had locked Enrique before looking around like a mad woman, a possessed look in her eyes as she desperately called his name repeatedly, checking everywhere in the small room where the blonde might be, but staying clear away from the hiding place, which made him sigh quietly in relief.
Hearing the sound, Sarah whipped around, her green eyes practically bloodshot as she once again gripped the younger boy by the shoulders, making him wince as new cuts were added to the old ones.
"You know where he is, don't you?" Sarah hissed dangerously under her breath. "I bet you think you can keep him all to yourself, don't you, you little whore! What kind of web of lies have you told him, huh? HUH?" Sarah asked, slamming Oliver's head against the wall every few seconds in a painful pattern that made the greenette weak and lightheaded.
Than the words she spoke dawned on him.
I was true, all this was was one lie after another.
Enrique, on the other hand, could do nothing but stare as the girl who had seemed so calm went absolutely crazy on the poor maid.
But when she started banging poor Oliver's head against the wall, he all but lost it, kicking the door wide open with his foot before jumping out, sliding himself behind Sarah and raising her arms above her head with one hand, the other catching an unconscious Oliver just seconds before he hit the ground.
Placing the "girl" on the ground lovingly, Enrique could only glare at Sarah, but let her go all the same, picking Oliver up bridal style and bringing "her" up to Oliver's room just by pure instinct, placing "her" on the purple silk sheeted bed, which Enrique had kept spotlessly clean in case the French boy ever came back.
Blinking his eyes sleepily, Oliver instantly recognized the ceiling of his "second home", which had been painted a light sky blue with fluffy clouds.
For a second, he wondered if he had dreamed it all, but quickly thought twice when he felt a stabbing pain in his head, neck and a slight pain in his ands and shoulders when he tried to sit up.
"Whoa, don't move, okay?" Enrique said soothingly, lowering Oliver back on his bed after making sure he ate some pain pills and drank some water.
'w…what happened?" Oliver asked grudgingly, his voice hoarse.
"Sarah kind of went psycho when you hid me" Enrique reminded him, pouring the rest of the cold water onto a clean rag and placing it on the French boys forehead, smiling to himself when Oliver instinctively made a slight purring noise in his throat at the cool sensation.
"so, do you think your going to be okay?" Enrique asked tentatively placing a hand on the injured boys shoulder but quickly retracting it when the other winced in pain, but nodded all the same.
Enrique gave him a weary look, but decided not to argue, instead placing the water bottle within reaching distance and making his way out the door, making sure to close it softly so as no to cause more pain.
One way or another, Sarah was going to pay for what she did.
Yoko: wow, I can't believe I wrote all this in one day!
Kira: me neither!
Yoko: gee, thanks for being so supportive (sarcasm) -.-
Kira: eh heh… *sweat drop*
Yoko: Review please!
Kira: the faster you review, the faster we post, the faster Sarah dies!
*Meanwhile…*
Sarah: *sneezes*