A/N: YAY Thank you! I'm back. Well, what happened was..I moved over a year ago and I guess it effected my writing more than anything.. I used to have a beautiful view of my back yard at my old house. This new house I see road and one tree.. So, my inspiration was gone for a long time. I don't know what's got me writing now. I guess my love of writing has been backed up so much that I have enough motivation to write now.
Thanks for waiting for me.
By the way, you know I adore love triangles, but this one is more direct.
Chapter 7: Spin, Spin, Frisbee
The frisbee didn't hurt Robbie. It annoyingly hit him square in the chest and fell to his feet. One swift grasp put the frisbee into an imprisoned frenzy of Robbie's fingers.
"Sorry, Robbie." Stephanie searched Robbie's face for anger.
At first, Robbie squinted his eyes. His furrowed brows covered half of his eyelids. He gripped onto the frisbee harder, knuckles turning white.
"Can I have my frisbee back?" asked Stingy.
"He looks about ready to kill someone." Trixie blurted.
Stephanie took a deep breath. She grunted and stomped forwards. "Give it back."
"Feisty one today, aren't you?" Robbie mumbled, "An attitude will get you nowhere. I'll just be taking this frisbee with me for now. Perhaps you teenie-boppers will keep quiet."
"What?" Pixel shouted. "You can't steal that from us! It's ours."
Robbie chuckled, "You think anyone will care besides you five if I steal a frisbee? You're insane! I'm going back home now. Don't try and stop me."
"Robbie!" Ziggy called out.
Ignoring the group as usual, Robbie started to walk away. The wind blew through his thick black hair. It felt so good to be bad. With the teenagers' frisbee, Robbie could safely say he had won a battle once and for all. He had been in the right place at the right time, able to steal a bit of happiness from each 'wannabe child.'
"Now what?" Ziggy asked Trixie.
Trixie plopped onto the grass and sighed. Stingy knelt down, Ziggy sat, and Pixel collapsed. Stephanie stood, opening her eyes wider to her surroundings.
The beautiful blue sky with mashmallow clouds, the birds chirping in tall trees, and sounds of a whispering wind all made Stephanie smile - until now. She wondered how something as simple as a frisbee being taken from them could be so upsetting when there were so many other things in the world - terrible things - that happened every second of every day. The simplest situations turned into complicated problems which were filled with unneccessary drama. A frisbee . . . A frisbee caused her friends to fall to their demise. The grass below her was a shining lake of pessimism. It was a melodramatic stage for her friends to drop the curtain on. And she was the stage manager who had to keep the audience from leaving forever.
Stephanie looked down at her tired friends. She glanced ahead towards Robbie's lair. Her choice to follow him would probably be troublesome, but she knew there was no other way to stop Robbie from being such a jerk. Enough was enough.
"I'll be back." Steph simply stated.
Four pairs of eyes glared at Steph in shock.
Without any explanation, Stephanie left to pursue Robbie Rotten. His footprints were still freshly imprinted in the dirt.
The home of Robbie Rotten lay deep beneath the grassy green surface of a field. A billboard stood in front of a secret entrance to his underground home. Stephanie had never stepped foot in Robbie's house before, but she knew it existed. Robbie had to live somewhere, after all.
"Yeah," Steph muttered sarcastically, "there's always a way."
Step by step, she climbed the blue ladder. Reaching the top, Stephanie carefully maneuvered herself to the entrance. She opened it slowly, scared that any quick movements would cause her to lose balance. Inside she went.
Robbie Rotten was a man of very sharp senses. He heard Stephanie's footsteps on the roof of his house and smelled her fruity perfume the second she opened the entrance. Her soft footsteps caused Robbie to wish he had an actual visitor, and not some kid-at-heart trying to ruin Robbie's plans.
"Pinkie," He shouted, "What do you think you're doing in my house?"
Stephanie stepped out from a dark corner. "I want my frisbee back, and I'm not giving in to your childishness this time."
"What a party pooper you are." Robbie took the frisbee off of his fuzzy orange chair. "You don't expect me to just hand it to you, do you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, you're obviously out of your mind."
Steph asked, "What do you want me to do? Wrestle you for it?" She raised her voice unintentionally, "It's just a frisbee! Give it back."
"You must be having that time of the month," Robbie blurted. "You're never this angry with me."
"Yeah . . ." Steph explained, "Well, I'm sick of your bullshit. Sportacus is never going to leave Lazytown, and no one will ever care about you as much as him either. So get off of the pity-me-marry-go-round you've been on forever and get over yourself."
His dark brown eyes fell to the floor in a lost gaze. Robbie had never been so insulted in his life. The beating of his heart slowed.
"Robbie," Stephanie took one step closer to him. Her voice gently flowed, "I didn't mean to . . ."
"Stephanie," Robbie began quietly. "You don't know anything. You're too wrapped up in a blanket of drama to see what's going on. If only you could open your eyes." He raised the frisbee in the air and released, allowing it to spin away.
Without warning, Stephanie felt her eyes tear up. Neither one of them had ever talked with such hatred to each other. She wondered what was wrong with Robbie.
"Listen Robbie, I am sorry for saying such harsh words to you. I'll leave you be. Apparently you are not in a social mood either. Just for the record, my eyes are open. I have a lot on my shoulders right now, so I'd appreciate if you didn't give me a hard time this weekend. It's only Saturday afternoon, after all." Stephanie knew she said too much. She was always nervous about being too open with Robbie. He wasn't the caring type.
At first, Robbie would've let Stephanie leave. However, he could tell something was not quite right with his pink-haired-friend. He saw the red in her eyes. She was going to cry.
"Tell me, Stephanie," He started. "Are you alright? You seem less pink than usual."
"I'm fine." She said. "I'm just tired."
The room silenced. Robbie wanted to say more, but held back.
Another step closer.
A new sense filled the air. Stephanie realized Robbie was holding back as well. They wanted to admit their problems to one another, but knew it could not happen so easily. For years they had been nothing but acquaintances. Now that Stephanie had aged and matured, she wanted more. She wanted a real friend out of Robbie Rotten. He would understand her problems as an outcast. He was one too.
"I know I'm not a talkative person," said Robbie. "but if you ever need someone to rant at, I'm always here."
The shock of Robbie's statement caused a bubble of nerves to form in Stephanie's stomach. She imagined Robbie had a fight with his brain before deciding to speak kindly.
"Thanks." Steph said.
Robbie declared, "You'd better get back to your friends before they think I kidnapped you."
"Yes, I should."
"See you later, Pinkie."
Stephanie couldn't say bye. She turned and walked away. Her care for the frisbee had diminished to noghting. She left the home of Robbie Rotten empty handed.
The walk back to the center of Lazytown took longer than Stephanie expected. She stopped a few times to forcefully stop thinking of Robbie. For some reason he had been kind to her. She knew her damp eyes gave away her upset feelings, but she didn't cry in front of the man. And then Steph thought about what the outcome would be if she had cried in front of him. Robbie responded differently to emotions than normal people. Was there a chance that he'd care? Stephanie reached the hill where her friends were and was greeted cheerfully.
"Did you get my frisbee back?" Stingy asked.
A pair of eyes widened. Stephanie forgot to take the frisbee back.
"Robbie must have scared her away. He's so annoying." Pixel added.
"No," Steph responded, "I just couldn't find him. He hid somewhere good. I'll buy another one for us soon. Let's play tag for now."
So the group of friends began to play tag, each one of them thinking about the game with the exception of Stephanie. Her mind once again landed on Sportacus, and then on Robbie. Spotacus was a bigger problem though; Stephanie didn't love him the way he loved her. She considered a future with him and realized it would fail. She'd only be hurting him.
Although she didn't love Sportacus, her lust for him grew. Kissing was only a jimmy on top of a very delicious ice cream sundae.