A/N. Sorry it took so long to update. Since it did, I'm gonna write you guys a nice, long chapter.
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JPOV: (That's right! It's Jacey!)
I walked into the room and my eyes immediately went straight to her. I loved her, I truly did, but I knew if it was needed, she would use her powers against me. So I brought along with me the two things that make her powers stop from working. Bubbles and sponges. I know, strange right? Anyway, her gaze at me was intense. I was so caught up in her eyes that I didn't see when she stuck her foot out, thus, causing me to fall straight onto my face.
"My face!" I yelped. "My beautiful face!" I ran off weeping into my ducky styled room to hug my favorite stuffed kitty cat: Mr. Meow. I hugged him into my chest and cried. She tripped me! That reminds me. . . I ran to the bathroom mirror to inspect the damage. NO! Along my chin was a faint bruise. How dare she? She made my perfect face imperfect! I wept harder and jumped onto my rubber ducky covered bed and looked at my drawings of ducks on my walls. I knew exactly what to do to make me feel better!
I jumped to my little table and took out paper and an array of crayons. I worked and worked until my beautiful masterpiece was completed. There on the paper was a drawing of Kyra sitting outside with a duck pointing a water gun at her. Kyra was soaking wet and I was in a tree pointing to her. I had a little bubble over my head to show that I was saying: Haha. You're wet! It was definitely a piece of art. I felt so much better and started strutting back to the place where Kyra was.
I entered the room and saw her glaring at the ceiling. She said the one thing that I wasn't expecting. "I'm sorry," she declared. I kept my game face on and didn't show any emotion.
"No you're not." I replied back.
"But I am," she started, "I knew that you would hate for you to fall on your face but I did it anyway. You are such a pickle picker that I should have seen it coming."
"Pickle picker?" I asked. I wondered what it was and was intrigued by her answer.
"Yeah, that's you. Pickle picker Jace - L - Ton. You've picked enough pickles in your life time to make anyone's life sour." I still stared at her confused and slightly irritated. Even though I had no clue what she was talking about, I knew that it was meant to be and insult.
"That may be so, but it's beside the point. I wanted to introduce you to a good friend of mine. I am fairly sure that you have met him already however." As I said this, I opened the door and in walked Edward. Edward Cullen. Kyra gasped. She started stuttering unintelligently and I rolled my eyes.
"Can you believe I'm mated to that?" I asked Edward. Kyra just glared at me and acting like that mature adult I am I stuck my tongue out at her. She looked shocked and I felt a sense of accomplishment. The meanie broke my heart years ago and now I was going to make her suffer. "Come on in Edward," I told him.
He entered through the threshold carrying what was a car carrier behind him. Hmmm. Wonder what that is. He walked right over to Kyra and opened the cat carrier in her face. She gasped and paled drastically. I normally would have cared but at the moment I was sneaking glances at Edward's hair.
"Edward?" I asked, "How do you get your hair like that? It's gorgeous! What products do you use on it?"
"Oh!" He replied. he turned to me and left the cat carrier open and next to Kyra. "I condition twice while I'm showering. And I use a home made conditioner that I will give you a sample of. Then I simply take Elmer's glue and mix it with some cocoa powder, and honey with some water - this is so it's the same shade of my hair - and I take a paint brush and spread it through my hair. I then take my fingers and rough it up like this." He bent over and shook his head while running his fingers through it extremely fast.
"I then simply take another shower and shampoo everything out of my hair so that it's nice and clean, I mean seriously, who wants that crap in their hair, I don't even know why I put it in there, and then let it dry naturally. But be warned, it you leave that stuff in your hair, it will get all flakey and gross. It will make your beautiful honey blonde hair all old looking and stiff." he said while running his . . . incredibly smooth and soft fingers through my hair.
" Eh hmm," Kyra cleared her throat. "Can someone get Bob away from me?" she rudely asked. Wait, Bob? I asked Edward who Bob was an he simply replied : "Bob is a furry creature who will win my domination over Alec and will help me conquer Bella as my own. His battle strategies along with the fact that Alec loves him will give me leverage over him."
I strutted over to Kyra and picked Bob up. "What a cute little thing. Hi!" I said in a high voice, "Aren't you cute? Yes you are. Yes you are. Do you want a daddy? I'm your daddy now Bob-sie"
"Don't call me Bob - sie you Pickle Picker," Bob exclaimed. I jumped back in shock and dropped him. He talked. "That's right, I can talk! Now get your bootie out of 'ere so I can talk to Dumbward and Kina here."
'It's Kyra!" she shouted in frustration.
"Whatever," he replied with a roll of his eyes. He then turned to glare at me. "Okay, okay," and then I left to go back to my room and hug Mr. Meow.
SPOV:
I miss Kyra. I don't where she went. Normally I wouldn't care, but it's been forever since I've seen her and I'm dying to know where she is because she is the last one who saw our pet lion: Fluffabarbie. I know what you are thinking. A lion? Fluffabarbie? Well, to answer your first question: All other animals are boring. And we named him that because he looked like fluff and I liked to dress him up like a Barbie. Anyway. I couldn't find him anywhere, which could be a problem because he once got loose in the human world and they started freaking out complaing about: "Oh! It's eating my leg!" , "It grabbed my baby.", "It looks like Brittany Spears, shield your eyes." and blah blah blah. Humans really are wimps.
Finally, I walked into Felix's room to see if he was there. Nope, only poster of Taylor Lautner. I always knew he was gay. I searched the entire kingdom and finally decided that if he wanted to sneak out to find a snack in the human world, he could knock himself out. I entered the living room to see Alec, Bella, and a bunch of other people I don't care about. I skipped over to the couch and plopped myself down. It was way too quiet in here, I knew how to fix that.
"AHHHHHH," I screamed. Everyone frantically looked up and started asking what was wrong. I just shrugged my shoulders. "I forgot." They all glared at me but conversation soon started. Mission accomplished.
EPOV:
Jace left and I looked at Bob. I wonder what he wanted to talk about. All of a sudden he jumped at me and started scratching my face. "My face! My gorgeous, amazing, incredibly good looking face!" I shouted. While I was writhing on the floor trying to cover my face and hold in the tears, I saw Bob start untying Kyra and he soon pushed her through the door, from there he gave her directions on how to get out.
"Okay, you take a left at the end of the hallway, the take the first door on your right and go up the flight of stairs, the go up the latter and down the slide in the room. You don't need to but it's a crapload of fun. From there, you go down the hall, go up the stairs, go down the hall going in the opposite direction, go through the garage and down the slip and slide. You then enter the room filled with Rubber ducks, get onto the duck mobile, ride back the way you came and once you get here, come in and say hi, then leave and take a right. About five feet past this doorway in that direction is a door to the outside." he told her. She nodded and headed off.
Bob turned to me and pounced once again. But this time, I felt something different, when his paws struck my face, I felt as though I was struck by lightning. We looked at each other in shock. We both knew what had happened in the instant. We had found each others' mates.
FPOV: (A/N. This is Fluffabarbie's point of view.)
I stood in front of the building just waiting for Kyra to come out. Minutes later she exited the building a strange duck type contraption. She quickly jumped off it and onto my back. "Run Fluffabarbie," She whispered, "Run like Aro does when he sees that there's a shoe sale." And ran fast I did. To home.