~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~
It was getting to about 8:30 pm and I was getting super worried about my sister. Of course, I didn't tell anybody and kept it inside to eat away at me. And you have no idea how easy it was to send the guys upstairs and reassure them, but specifically Barry, that I was fine and little break-downs where the norm for me and that they didn't have to worry. During that whole ordeal, I'd somehow managed to keep my cool. This made me wonder what was wrong with me.
Immediately, I dismissed that thought and concentrated what I was making for dinner. First I counted how many people I was making it for; Barry, Danny, Rose and Ash. No-no-no, I'm not gonna eat! If you thought that then you're insane!
Next, I considered what I had in my fridge and freezer. I decided to get my fat ass off of the couch and went to look. My fridge and freezer are separate so that they fit under the counters; I opened the fridge door and kneeled in front of the open cold food storer.
It got to the point where I began to reference the Element Animation 'Old Spice Parody' video. "Hello fatties, look at your fridge. Now back at me, now back at your fridge. Sadly, it doesn't have me; but if you went down to your local supermarket, it could have a cheap impersonation of me. Look down, back up. Where are you? Same place; you just look strange. Look left, back at me. There's now cheese. Look again; no reason. Anything is possible when your fridge is filled with me! I'm in a fridge." I sighed to myself as I closed my eyes and tilted my head down. Down is the perfect place to face when rethinking your life! I made a stupid face to go with my silly fake crying that soon turned into a fit of giggles. Now, when I'm feeling tired and have/or had a somewhat energy draining day, my laughter turns into constant snorting. It didn't surprise me in the least if the guys heard me and made a snorting-crack joke.
At some point down the line, my boredom got to the point to where I was serenading a block of Red Leicester cheese and thanking my biggest (ceiling) fans for coming out to watch me perform. That's what she said…
Anywho, that is the type of person I become when the tiredness sets in. The left side of my brain was getting on its hands and knees, begging me to stop; however the right side of my brain won all of the battles tonight. Now, my brain is the tiniest thing in the history of the earth, I mean were talking rabbit droppings size.
When I actually got on to making food, I made beef meat balls with spaghetti and tomato pasta sauce. I put Ash and Roses dinner in the oven to keep it warm before taking the boys' up to them. Luckily for them, considering they locked their door, I was able to carry plates on my arms and shoulders; so I could balance the plate that was previously in my right hand on my left lower arm and knock on their door. It got me wondering whether or not I was a waitress in my past life.
~~~~~~Barry's POV~~~~~
I was playing Super Smash Bros. for the 3DS while listening to Dan's silly and tired ramblings. It was something along the lines of 'In the Mind of Dopey' and how I edited it so I should remember. But it was, like, last summer since I edited it.
Thankfully, he was interrupted because there was a rather loud knocking on our door. I went up to go get it and while I made my way there thought about who it could be. When I realised the door was locked, I went straight back to where the keys were put and then came back to the door. Upon unlocking and opening it, Violet stood outside. Her violet eyes glistened with thoughtfulness. I didn't know why until I looked at the right hand and arm.
"Dinner's ready!" She sang, somehow cheerfully and tiredly at the same time. I gave her a tired smile and she did the same. I stepped out of her way because I knew how she liked to get the cutlery and serve us herself. I don't know why she liked to, but I knew she did.
I shut the door and followed her until I reached the living room; thus I entered, sat in the armchair and picked up my 3DS to finish the round.
"Guys," Violet called from the other room. I replied with a single but loud-ish hum. "What do ya want to drink?"
"Pepsi, please!" Dan replies before a yawn follows.
"How 'bout you, B?"
"Umm, water please."
"Right, I'll be with you in a sec."
From the kitchen, I could hear the clinking of glasses, the fridge being opened, shut and after a little bit of time those same two sounds again, and finally the kitchen faucet being turned on and off again.
A moment later, she carefully came through the doorway and set the drinks down on the coffee table; she continued to set the plates, followed by the cutlery, down with a smile. Before blankly stating: "You know, I really wonder if I was a waitress or waiter who really loved their job…" Dan cocked a questioning eyebrow and she answered his unspoken question. "In a past life, of course." Her face lit up as she smiled once more, making a little huff-like sound (probably just the last of the breath that came through her mouth before shutting in without much time for her brain to react.) The smile itself and her smiling/tired eyes stuck to her face as she took a place next to Dan on the couch.
I noticed a ring like burn on her arm and questioned it.
"Don't worry, you silly man." She began with that same smiling face. "It's only a little burn from one of the plates. It's nothing to worry about. It's not like it hurts… What are you waiting for, go on, eat!"
I gave her a small, barely noticeable smile before, pausing my game, closing the lid of the console and leaning forward to grab my food.
Dan soon followed up my action by picking up his glass of soda and taking a drink.
The shortest person in the room sat back in their seat and rubbed her right eye with the same side's knuckle while yawning and covering her petit mouth with her left hand. Violet smirked as she peered over at Dan, who devoured the meatballs, for some strange….
"Goddamnit, Violet you dirty bitch!" I spluttered.
"Wha-at?" She innocently peered over at me with a deliberate, angelic squeaky voice. Our eyes met, mine accusingly and hers innocently. We stayed like that for a little bit until we were interrupted by a slurping like sound.
I take a quick glance at Dan, look back at Violet and instantly did a double take. It appeared Dan had a meatball stuffed in each cheek, on either side of his mouth (we're talking chipmunk style, here) and a short piece of spaghetti in between.
Looking back at the short female, I continued to take the foods positioning in a dirty manner, my head tilted in my roommate's direction with a cough.
She looked over in said direction with a blank face, which shortly turned into a (failed) suppressed smirk. An adorable whimper of amusement soon escaped from her pursed lips and her cheeks became red. The English girls' eyes again met mine for a split second, but this time without moving her head, and she truly looked ready to burst, to cry out.
I turned my head towards my food before rapidly returning to its previous position after hearing the following escape the female.
"FOOD PORN!" She yelled excitedly while pointing at Dan, biting back laughter.
I face palmed, but kept my hand on my face, while shaking my head, sighing at her stupidity.
"So, are you trying to hint to me, or something? That's the side of your dick? Very unfortunate." Violet said in the same manner as before.
Dan's eyes looked down at the (lack of) spaghetti and sighed, going along with the joke. He began faking playful crying and whimpering. Said noises made Violet taste defeat; laughter erupted from her as she rocked back and forth and slapped her thighs with both hands to express the full extent of her current emotion.
"Don't panic, no not yet. I know I'm the one you want to forget. Cue all the love to leave my heart; it's time for me to fall apart!" Patrick Stump shrieked though a small speaker eventually, making Violet jump.
"Jesus Christ. Fuckin'… ARGH! Knew I shouldn't have put the damn thing on full volume." Violet scolded herself before pulling her phone out from her black tunic and out of, what I assumed to be, her bra.
Answering the call she began. "Yello? Oh, yo Cumshot. What up?" A tiny bit of silence, aside from the sounds of two guys happily eating. "You're outside the apartment, hmm? Well isn't that a shame?" She teased lightly before tutting. "You stupid woman, just go in. You, kinda, live there too, ya know. Just tell him to dump his stuff in a corner." She nodded for a bit. "Yeah, yeah. The kid's just gonna have to crash on the couch. No, I have nothing planned for him! You know, fine well, that the moment after I set eyes on the woman, her entrails will be all over the floor. Flora can kindly go and fuck herself. Yeah, yeah, whatever. You know I hate it when things aren't planned for one week in advance, at least. Righto, love. I'll be down in a moment. See ya, betch!" With that the call ended.
"Rose here?" I ask.
"Yeah, so message me when you're done, I'll bring you up something sweet and then I'll take the plates down." She paced towards the door and left after I grunted in recognition.
~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~
I was feeling overly anxious, not just for myself, but for the kid. 'What if I go fucking crazy? Deep down, I know how strong you are Violet. If someone angers you, you could commit a murder. You've almost done it before, when you were 12. Just keep calm and carry on, as they say. Gugh, I'll just have to roll with it. Don't lose your temper. What if I do…? …Act cutely, I suppose. Yeah, whatever. Who gives a shit? Just don't be angry we he's in the room. I usually lash out on little children, specifically.' By the time I'd reached the door, my thoughts stopped. They only stopped because my only-half-healed nose was, well, broken… Again. Goddamn fucking door.
And my brothers first impression of me? You may ask.
Weeeeeelllllll….
"OW, FUCK! I BROKE MY NOSE A-FUCKING-GAIN!" Yeeaaaah… Good job me… You won a gold star sticker! [Insert Sarcastic Thumbs-Up Here]
I growled but put my mask back on. Ya know, the mask with the fake happiness, like, the nothing-bothers-me and prim and proper attitude not to mention the shy persona with the sparkly-sparkly-desu smile. No, if you're wondering, that's not the real me. And to answer your question, no-one has seen the real me aside from my father. I keep that side locked up inside along with the masses of secrets; I refuse to let anyone in, to see my natural side, not even my sister. Living my life, with everything that is wrong with me, is exhausting. Trust me, that's why I'm tired out quickly when I'm not alone. Beside the point, on with what I was saying!
I opened the door and walk in, blood running from my nose, hair half a mess, two plate in one hand and that fake assed smile plastered on my face.
"Man, she's just as weird as you said she was Rosie!" A little boy exclaims.
"Ash! Keep your mouth shut! What did I tell you about that?!" Rose growls back at him.
"Don't worry 'bout it, bud! I am a little weird, huh?!" I forgive my half-brother with a little pouty hand gesture. I look at my blonde sister. "So, you've talked about me, even after that many years?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because the last words you said to me before you left me behind were the following-" I poured my heart and soul into the next sentence, desperately trying to forget the hurt that came with it. "I hate you, Violet! You only think about yourself and you're no-one special. Don't forget that you selfish bitch." Then you never spoke to me again." I folded my arms and turned around.
"Are you okay, Onee-chan? Your nose looks really bad." Ash asked.
"Onee-chan is fine, Ash. My nose is only broken. The bleeding will stop soon enough. I'm fine, bro. Trust me." I turn around and pat him on the head three times. "Ash, you're gonna have to crash on the couch. Your dinners are in the oven. I quickly need to attend to something then I'm off to bed, okay?"
Ash smiled and nodded before bounding into the kitchen and grabbed his and his sisters' food in which he brought back out and sat down to eat with Rose. I put the plates in the kitchen. 'Wait, that kid… He reminds me of someone… someone familiar. But who was it?' I thought as a loose fist slid under my chin, in a thinking manner. 'Honey-senpai! He acts like Honey-senpai from Ouran High School Host Club!'
I put some cake, of the chocolate variety, and some vanilla ice cream into bowls and marched back out and into the hallway upstairs. I hated walking in eerie old hallways alone; it's always that thought of someone running at you. Hurrying along, my shoulders hunched up at the mere thought of anyone jumping out at me. It wasn't the fact that I'd be defenceless; it's more that I'd almost kill the unsuspecting attacker/victim before Dan or B could identify that something was going on. I'm truly too strong for my own good. Either that or I'd become too scared to do anything and just scream. Weirdos lurk in 'natural' places, ya know.
Ever since that day when I felt violence was the only option, when I really get into fighting, I start to enjoy it.
I decide to bump the door open with my hip and continue inside. I shut the door with my foot, walk into their kitchen, grab utensils and enter the bachelors' living room. I glance at Barry who was sitting, L-from-Death-Note-style, on the arm chair with his iPad in both hands very close to his face. Next I glance at Sir Jew-fro who was reading…a…book. Some type of psychology stuff apparently.
I place the bowls on the table. Hearing no noise, after picking up their now empty glasses, I move back into the kitchen and fill the glasses back up with the respective liquids. While still in the kitchen, I steal one of the sticky notes from the counter. Borrowing a pen, also, I write: 'Here you are, I'm going to bed so the bowls will have to stay here until I get up here tomorrow. So, yeah. I'm fucking tired.
P.S. Rest well, guys you deserve it! Thank you for today.
Love from your perfect friend: Barbie….
Who am I kidding, you wish. I got more floors than that of a mansion. Did I say floors? I meant flaws! (Did ya get the joke or nor?) *Rolls eyes* *Giggles like an idiot* *fake assed smile like I always do*
From your loving midget friend: Violet'
(The 'fake assed smile like I always do' part was scribbled out so no one could read it, BTW!) I put the sticky note on the glass of Pepsi, set the drinks down and leave. When I left, I slammed the door to bring them out of their own little words.
'Seriously though, Dan. Who gets that immersed in a book anyway? And I need to confiscate that iPad if he's going to have his eyes that close to it. I swear, that boy's gonna end up with square eyes.' I thought physically shaking my head and rolling my eyes.
As soon as I locked up for the night, my eyelids were becoming heavy.
"Night sis! Night lil' bro!" I call and hear nothing.
Turning the light on was pure murder to my eyes. I wasn't fully, I'm-about-to-pass-out, tired yet so I took this chance to make a video for my channel. Beforehand, I checked my diary to see which days I had to go outside. 'Tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday we have to go into the Grump Space. Urgh, 3 days in a row… Wait why not the rest of the week? Oh, it's my birthday on Thursday. Looks like I forgot again! Oops! …Who even gives a damn about my stupid fucking birthday, anyway? Ah, well. Fuck it. At least I technically don't have to get out of bed if I don't wanna! That's a good thing. Rosie'll probably find some way to get me out of bed… Oh… Oh, shit. I do have to get up. I offered to go shopping with Barry, didn't I? Why did I do that? God only knows… Actually, does he even know?' I sigh to myself and set the diary back down.
Picking my vlogging camera up, I look around the room for somewhere to place it. I decide to grab some books that I had in a box and pile them up on my floor. I emptied out the whole box, minus 7, by the time I was happy with the height. Of course, this is the moment when I realise these aren't books; no, these were more than books. This was my prized manga collection. They weren't actually prized, no. But they were all first editions bought by yours truly.
Hurriedly, and mortified with myself for abusing my poor babies, I safely placed them back in the box.
My final resort was to dig out my small, desk tripod. Then I thought 'Ah, fuck it, I've worn myself out. I'll do it tomorrow.'
I finally put the camera down and open my small chest of drawers. I pull a massive cotton Newcastle United Football T-shirt (For my home team ya'll!) and some black and blue striped bed shorts on, turn the light off after locking the door and jump into my bed. Just as I was in a comfortable position, I remembered that I had to take my contact lenses out. 'Fuuuuuuuck this, right in the anus!' I thought to myself while getting back out of bed. My bag was in the living room. And why was I so bothered about my bag? You may ask. Well, my eye drops were in there and if I wanted my sight to get back to normal before Suzy gets back, I had to put them in twice a day. And I always wash my eyes after taking my contacts out. This certain train of thought reminded me of taking my make-up off.
I took the makeup off with a wipe in my room, snuck out of my room, grabbed the eye drops and ninja'd my way back to my room without being spotted. You can call me Solid Snake! …But I don't have a solid snake, the last time I checked anyway…
My memory foam mattress was the best thing I ever purchased. It's a shame my thoughts make me have trouble sleeping.
A/N HI! I'm back, again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
I've thought of something hilarious to happen in my story, and even though I'd like to tell you, it'd ruin it for you. :(
I've went back to the beginning and have changed a few things in previous chapters that I didn't like, or have aquired more/new information on certain subjects! Go back and have a read! It'll be worth it!
Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! It means so much to know that someone is there!
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