Chapter Five – Gonna Getcha Good
The song used in this chapter is Shania Twain's 'Gonna Getcha Good'. I don't own copyright, yada yada. : - )
"She freaks me out," Jessie confided to Woody the next day. They were up on the bed playing dominoes, and Woody glanced up at his sister.
"Who does?" He asked, placing a domino on the bed in front of him.
Jessie placed another domino down. "That...Rochelle." She spat out the name like it was a bad taste.
"Oh." Woody chose not to think about what Buzz's opinion was of Rochelle, nor what the space toy had said to him about Jessie's jealousy.
"Is that all you have to say?" Jessie looked up at her brother, her eyes simmering with unsaid rage.
"Well...I haven't exactly met her yet," Woody said. "She was busy introducing herself to the other toys when she first got here, and you know I'm not a great one when it comes to new toys."
"Except when the new toys are me and Bullseye, right?" Jessie conceded a smile at last, and Woody returned it.
"Right, Jess," he responded. "Your turn."
Jessie placed another domino, feeling slightly happier that her brother didn't have an opinion on the new toy one way or the other. She could live with not knowing, somehow.
However this was soon to be altered, for about halfway through the next game Jessie heard a-oh-so-familiar voice calling to them. "Hey, Jessie! Who's your cowboy friend?"
Hesitating, knowing what curse had befallen her, Jessie kept on playing dominoes.
"Jessie!" Rochelle voice floated over again. When Jessie still didn't turn, Woody glanced at his sister.
"Jess, I think someone's calling you."
"Just ignore her Woody. Maybe she'll go away." Jessie was not a big fan of being interrupted when busy.
"But Jessie, she's staring right at you from the desk. She knows you're ignoring her, just humour her, okay?" Woody whispered back, and Jessie sighed.
"Fine, but you're going to regret asking me to do that..." she muttered, and looked around. Rochelle waved merrily to her from the desk edge, unaware anything was wrong.
"Hey Jess! So you finally heard me calling huh? Hey, sorry to disturb you, but I wondered if you guys wanted to play jump rope or something?" She called, not pausing for breath.
Woody glanced around. "Is that Rochelle?" He asked Jessie under his breath, and Jessie nodded vaguely, not meeting his gaze. She was looking at Rochelle, who had taken off her white jacket since she'd last seen her, and her flimsy red shirt was quite striking to the eye.
"I see what Buzz meant," Woody thought, taking in the pretty doll across from him.
Meanwhile, Jessie called back, "No thanks Rochelle. We're playing dominoes."
"DOMINOES?" Rochelle squealed, and jumped up, "Oh my gosh I love dominoes!" She held up her hands, "Wait right there!" She pointed at Jessie, "I'll be right over, oh my gosh oh my gosh I haven't played dominoes in yeaaaars!" She started to scramble down the desk, onto the chair, and Jessie watched, letting out an audible groan, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand.
"Stupid stupid stupid, Jessie..." she grumbled to herself, and sat back up right with a half smile on her face as Rochelle scaled the bed and hopped up next to her and Woody.
"Hey!" She greeted them, and Woody, ever a one for manners, rose politely to his feet.
"She was even better looking close up," he thought, taking her in.
"Ooh, a sheriff," Rochelle grinned, having seen Woody's badge on first glance at him, "I'm guessing you give tours of this wonderful room at some point?" She nudged him in the ribs and Woody coughed shortly.
"Uh, yeah," he managed, looking from Jessie to Rochelle and back again. The former wearing a look of distaste and envy, the latter smiling widely from ear to ear.
"Great! Is there any chance of getting one now?" Rochelle asked, not bothering to look at Jessie or the dominoes.
"But we were playing..." Jessie started, and Woody turned slightly.
"Uh, Jess, I think we might have to postpone the game for a bit. New toys do need a tour of the room, remember?"
"But Woody, we were right in the middle of the game!" Jessie complained, and Woody shuddered. He hated doing this to his sister, but rules were rules.
"Listen Jess, I'll pick it up with you later, ok?" He consoled her, before Rochelle linked her arm through his and started to drag him off.
Jessie threw up her hands and kicked a domino piece with her foot as they left. "Great," she thought, "First that bimbo waylays my boyfriend, and now she's stealing my brother out from under my nose."
He was cute, but so gawky, Rochelle thought, as she pretended to laugh at a joke that Woody was telling her. Still, she did like a toy in uniform, she considered with a smile to herself. Woody merely took the smile to mean she was interested in what she had to say, and rabbited on full pace as he showed her every nook and cranny.
After about another twenty minutes, Rochelle gave up being let off the hook. She yawned and stretched. "Woody, this has been a marvellous tour, but I'm afraid I have to get back. I need to warm up for my performance tonight." She grinned at him. "I could get you a front row seat if you like?" She added, noticing the cowboy doll grin sheepishly at her.
"Yeah, that'd be good," he stammered out, and Rochelle flicked her hair. "Consider it done, then," she called over her shoulder, leaving the cowboy doll rather flustered in the middle of the room.
That evening, Jessie returned to the shelf. She had heard the chatter in the room shortly after Woody and Rochelle had left, that Rochelle was planning another songfest like the one the night before.
"No doubt she still believes she's still the greatest singer in the world," Jessie mumbled to herself, peeping down as she watched the toys gathering. She saw Rochelle lift the microphone to her mouth and thank everyone for coming – Jessie rolled her eyes – and it was then she noticed Woody, right in the front of the crowd, with a goofy expression on his face. She glanced up to the stereo, assuming her judgement to be right, and there, true to her thoughts, was Buzz, getting ready to hit the play button.
Jessie exhaled heavily. Rochelle had those two boy toys wrapped tightly around her little finger.
So where did that leave her? She wondered, as she tucked her knees up and rested her chin on them lightly. She saw Rochelle give Buzz the thumbs up, and a guitar solo played out from the stereo.
Jessie watched the blonde haired doll shaking her hips, as she blasted out the song;
Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for the night,
I'm only interested if I can have you for life,
Rochelle wiggled her hips and directed her attention onto Woody, flicking him under the chin. Jessie rolled her eyes as her brother gave Rochelle another goofy grin.
I know I sound serious, and baby I am
You're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some land
So don't try to run, honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone
When you find that someone
Rochelle was now wiggling her hips in a effort to look cool and sophisticated, flicking her hair about over her shoulders.
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
I'm gonna get ya if it takes all night
You can betcha by the time I say go, you'll never say no
I'm gonna getcha it's a matter of fact
I'm gonna getcha don't you worry about that
You can betcha bottom dollar in time, you're gonna be mine
Just like I should, yeah
I've already planned it, here's how its gonna be
I'm gonna love you and you're gonna fall in love with me
So don't try to run, honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone
When you find that someone
Jessie felt sick, Rochelle was still wiggling and flicking her hair two verses and one chorus in. "Does she ever quit flouncing?,"'the cowgirl doll wondered.
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
I'm gonna get ya if it takes all night
You can betcha by the time I say go, you'll never say no
I'm gonna getcha it's a matter of fact
I'm gonna getcha don't you worry about that
You can betcha bottom dollar in time, you're gonna be mine
Just like I should, I'll getcha good yeah
Yeah I'm gonna getcha baby, I'm gonna knock on wood
I'm gonna getcha somehow honey
Yeah I'm gonna make it good
Rochelle lifted her hands above her head, shook her hips three times in the same direction and continued;
So don't try to run, honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone
When you find that someone
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
I'm gonna get ya if it takes all night
You can betcha by the time I say go, you'll never say no
I'm gonna getcha it's a matter of fact
I'm gonna getcha don't you worry about that
You can betcha bottom dollar in time, you're gonna be mine
Jessie watched as Rochelle kicked it up a notch with the hair flinging, and turned away. She'd seen enough. Below her Rochelle started to finish up the song.
Oh you can betcha, just like I should I'll getcha good!
Oh I'm gonna get you good
Unknown to Jessie, Rochelle was jumping up and down at the end of the song. But she did hear the applause she received at the end of the performance. No doubt Buzz and Woody were leading it, she thought dolefully, as she curled up alone for the second night in a row.