I give you...another chapter. At last! XD
Some of you may be wondering where the heck this Bianca character came from. Don't worry, she'll show up some more in this series, and she'll be explained. She's not a random person! lol
Chapter 14: The Mews Go Marching In
"Okay, okay, show time people," Tiffany grinned, clasping her hands together excitedly.
"But we have to finish cleaning," Kita protested, dipping the mop into the mop bucket.
"But you promised after work," she whined, stomping her foot like a child.
"We're still working," Kotona glared, washing off a table.
"Well, time to put down your mops, brooms and buckets, because it's time for the MMMALORY fashion show!" She giggled, throwing her hands up just as the lights turned off. There was a loud yelp, and a panicked scream, and the sound of something knocked over. The room was filled with flashing lights of many colours, and the Mews were staring at a mini runway set up on a row of tables pushed together.
"I'm sorry," Aneeta said, trying to help Patrick up. "I-I just panicked. I hate the dark."
"No, no it's fine," he nodded, holding his head. The lights had turned off just as he had walked into the room, and he walked right into Aneeta, who screamed and pushed him into a table.
"Alright," Tiffany beamed, clearing her throat, and speaking into a microphone. "Our first model is showing off what MMMALORY will be wearing this coming winter."
"Where has she been living? It's already November," Kotona whispered to Kita, who chuckled in response. MAL came out on the run way, beaming brighter than the flashing lights. She was dressed in a dark blue parka and brown boots, with a pair of cute fluffy light blue earmuffs on her head.
"This stylish outfit comes in 12 different colours," Tiffany said informatively as MAL strut down the walkway, nearly tripping a couple times. "Our model of course prefers this shade, because it emphasizes her hair colour."
"I still can't believe she's actually going through with selling MAL-like dolls," Kita said, scratching her head when MAL scurried back behind the curtains.
"Well, at least if anyone were to find our MAL, they'll think she's just a doll," Patrick stated.
"And it won't seem that weird to see something like her out in public," Aneeta agreed, moving closer to the group. "That's smart thinking."
"Thanks," she smiled. The fashion show consisted of many outfits that were designed by Tiffany herself. Including sports attire, casual wear, and swim wear – which MAL was highly nervous of showing off. With each outfit that was presented, Tiffany's face became brighter and brighter with pride. Aneeta couldn't help but notice this. She'd always seen Tiffany smile, but this was a new level. She looked so happy, and it made all her other expressions of joy look fake. Wesley and Eliot had shown up half way through to see what they were getting themselves into. Wesley held high praise for Tiffany's work, and Eliot just kept his mouth shut for once.
"Great job MAL," Tiffany cheered, clapping for her when it was all done. MAL took a bow as the others joined in the praise.
"How did you find time to make all this?" Kita asked, scratching her head. Between working, shopping, school, and her Mew duties, it didn't seem like she had a lot of spare time lately.
"Oh, I've had these designs for a long time," she replied waving her hand. "I've got books and books of them."
"You know you are dressing a doll and not a model right?" Eliot asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Yes, but who says she isn't a high fashioned doll?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm just saying," he shrugged. "You shouldn't be putting in all this unnecessary effort for something to trivial." The other mews back away as Tiffany's hair stood on end in complete fury.
"TRIVIAL!' She shouted, throwing her clipboard to the ground.. "You think what I do is trivial? Do you know how popular these dolls are going to be? Jamie Hardly could make a tin can as a hat a fashion statement! And you think I do this is unnecessary? If I ever expect to become a fashion designer, I put all my effort and dedication into anything I do. MMMALORY is my break through, so I am putting everything I have into this. And you can just take your thoughts and shove it!" Unexpectedly, her ears and tail popped out, but she didn't even notice. She huffed angrily, and picked up her clipboard, stomping out of the room. Aneeta swore the ground shook with every step she took.
"Do you have to be a jerk?" Kita spat, throwing the mop and heading for the employee lounge.
"That really was mean," Kotona nodded, dropping her rag on a table, following Kita. "Even for Tiffany." Aneeta wasn't sure what to say. She just left too, leaving the three boys alone.
"Um..., do I have to clean everything now...?" Patrick asked, looking at the mess that still needed to be taken care of.
"No, go on," Eliot shrugged. "Walk away too." Patrick didn't argue, and left to go change.
"Why are you so snappy lately?" Wesley asked, looking at him in concern. "I mean...more than usual. What Tiffany's doing is great, and it really could be the kick start of her career."
"Yeah, well, that doesn't effect me any," Eliot shrugged, heading for the basement. What has gotten into him? Wesley wondered, folding his arms.
\NMM/
"How's the repairs going to the garage?" Kita asked, before shoving a big spoonful of frozen yogurt into her mouth. She, Kotona, and Patrick stopped the local sweets truck that road around and helped themselves to a frozen yogurt treat, on Patrick. He was walking them home, since Tiffany had left without speaking to anyone, and Aneeta had plans with Jeremy.
"It's going," he replied. "It's almost finished. The building itself is repaired, they just have to repave everything."
"That's good," Kotona answered. "So, you thinking of telling her?" Patrick nearly chocked on his yogurt. He had to stop and collect himself, and stared down at the two little girls innocently blinking up at him.
"Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered.
"Oh please," Kita sighed, rolling her eyes. "Is he really gonna make us play this game?"
"Yes, yes I think so," Kotona nodded, eating another scoop.
"I-I have no idea what you are t-talking about," he stuttered, looking away from them.
"We see how you look at her," Kita said, lightly kicking him. "You like Amara."
"N-no I don't," he protested, moving away from them. "You live down this way right?"
"No, I live here." Patrick turned around and saw the girls sitting on a bench.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, looking confused.
"Confess mister!" Kita pointed accusingly at him with her spoon. "We see how you look at her, and how you always lose your cool when she comes around. I mean, what little cool you have." He was a little offended at that statement.
"I-"
"Don't lie," Kotona interrupted. "We know when you lie. You avert your eyes and your nostrils widen." Patrick covered his nose in embarrassment.
"Don't worry my friend," Kita grinned. "We want to help you. We're gonna help you rope in your woman."
"S-she's not my w-woman," he replied, turning his attention to his yogurt.
"Not yet," Kita grinned. "I'm sure you can win her over with our help. We know woman, and we know her."
"But you're only in elementary school," Patrick said, exasperated. "How can you know stuff about woman?"
"I have an older sister, a mom, and I've been hanging out with Aneeta," she countered. He looked incredulously at them. They looked back with neutral faces, eating their yogurt.
"Look, I don't need your help with anything," he said, shaking his head.
"But I can see you two together," Kita gushed. "You two would be so cute!"
"Yeah well, you can't make a couple if the feelings are only one-sided," he snapped. The girl's faces fell.
"O-oh my, I-I'm sorry," he gasped. "Really I am. It's just..."
"No, you're right," Kita sighed. "I forgot about that. Kotona, change of plans! We need to find out who Amaya likes!"
"Wh-what?" Patrick asked, wide-eyed.
"Yup, then if she does like you, it'll make our plans easier," Kotona nodded.
"If she doesn't we need to change our tactics," Kita huffed, planning a million plots in her head.
"Patrick wait!" Kotona shouted hopping off of the bench. He had started walking away from them.
"We're not crazy!" Kita cried, running after him.
\NMM/
Tiffany was very busy over the course of the week. Her room was over flowing with fabric, and sketches were tacked up where there was space. MAL stayed with her, helping in any ways she could with the clothing designs. When she wasn't her little manikin, she was fetching her things and holding them for her, or even sowing. When Tiffany was at the cafe, she barely paid attention to her duties. She was tweaking a frill here, or shortening a skirt there. Not to mention she had to plan out how she was actually gonna finish all the designs in time. Creating a line for each season consisting of 25 outfits each seemed outrageous, but Tiffaany Lachwood loved a challenge, and she usually made the deadlines she made herself. Usually.
She planned to get it all gone by 6:00 on Thursday, so she could call Jamie before he left his office, but with 2 hours to go, she still hadn't finished a couple of outfits from each season. She got really desperate, so she called up her fellow mews. Aneeta and Kita were going their tutor thingy, so they wouldn't be able to come around until later, Patrick was tied up at the garage, and Amaya just plain didn't answer. The only one who wasn't busy was Kotona, but she refused to come over and help. Tiffany's friends would've helped if they weren't on their biweekly shopping splurge. A splurge she was missing out on because of the deadline.
She needed a break badly, and MAL wasn't going anywhere buried in thread, so Tiffany decided to take a walk around her apartment building to get some air. Her hair was frizzy, her make-up blotchy, her clothes worn. She wasn't liking this at all. She always wanted to be a designer, and work under pressure, and this was her first realistic situation. Sure she used to pretend she had to make deadlines when she was younger. What little girl didn't? She chose a date to design something by, but she'd always finish days early. She knew that the real thing would be hectic, but this bad?
She had mad a complete round of the floor below her penthouse apartment when she walked right smack dab into someone.
"Ah, Prada pumps," she groaned, rubbing her face. "Why aren't you watching where you're going?"
"I was," the guy protested. "I tried to go around you, but its like you had homing beacon on me." She removed her eyes to glare at him, and she figured out she homed in on him unconsciously.
"You're that stalker model from the cafe," she said, pointing at him.
"I'm not a stalker," Grey replied, making a face.
"You come everyday and request Amaya to take your order, and you say cheesy, yet charming pickup lines," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Trust me, I know what a stalker is. I've had my fair share of them, as well as performed the deed myself on a few attractive specimen." He averted his eyes and pursed his lips. Busted.
"I didn't know you lived here," she said, quickly wanting to move the subject away from his stalkee.
"Of course you didn't, or else you would've been banging on my door," he shrugged. "I see how you look at me."
"I don't look at you," she huffed, waving her hand.
"Ya you do," he grinned, folding his arms. "I see the blazing jealousy when I'm talking with Amaya."
"Yeah, like you would be paying attention when talking to her," she replied rolling her eyes. "You practically drool over her."
"Hey," he shrugged shamelessly. "She's hot." Tiffany felt a blow to her ego.
"She's not the only hot waitress at the cafe!" she shouted incredulously.
"Well, the others are kind of young," he pointed out. "Wouldn't looking at them that way be down right creepy, or even illegal?"
"I'm the same age as Amaya," she huffed, throwing her arms out. "And I'm drop dead gorgeous!" He tried to hold back a chuckle as he looked her up and down.
"No offence, but right now you don't look that good at all," he snickered. Tiffany looked down at herself, and felt her hair. It was true, she was a wreck. But she was working countless hours on her line, which she had to get back to and really didn't have time to bicker.
"Well, keep your opinions," she replied, lifting her chin into the air. "If you'll excuse me I need to go back to work."
"I thought the cafe was closed on Thursdays," he wondered, following her curiously toward the elevator.
"It's my private work," she answered, pulling a hair tie out of thin air and tying her hair back. "I'm designing clothes."
"You're a designer?" Grey asked, sounding impressed.
"Yes, yes I am," she said proudly, though it was slightly stretching the truth.
"Well, you know that I'm a model," he smirked.
"So you say," she replied as the elevator arrived. "But the thing is, I tried looking you up, but couldn't find you in any model database in Asia, Europe, or North America." She climbed on the elevator and faced him. He was leaning in the frame keeping it from closing.
"Well, I like to keep a low profile," he shrugged. "I use an alias."
"So you say," she said, still not convinced. "Now if you'll please get out of the way. I have a deadline to keep."
"You think I could help?" he offered, getting onto the lift.
"Yeah, the clothes would be too...small for you," she smirked, imagining him in one of MAL's skirts.
"I'm sure I could help out in some other way," he shrugged.
"We'll see."
\NMM/
"Why doesn't he come to see me?" Tiffany growled, gazing out of the kitchen at Patrick's friend who sat in the middle of the dining room. It was obvious that he came to see Amaya. He always asked if she was working, and when she was, requested to be served by her. She did of course, but she never replied to his question that didn't relate to the menu.
"I'm beautiful," Tiffany sniffed. "I'm attractive. What does Amaya have that I don't?"
"She's not a mindless Stick," Kita whispered to Aneeta, who chuckled at their old joke.
"I mean, he helped me with my line last night," she sighed, flicking a crumb across the counter. "He even stayed over for dinner after I called Jamie and told him I finished. My mom was thrilled because I rarely bring guys over."
"You barely bring guys over?" Kita repeated, lifting an eyebrow. "That's hard to believe."
"I always go to their place," she explained. "You know, cause my mom is always home."
"You have a boyfriend," Kotona protested, flicking her ear. "Stop complaining."
"He's not my boyfriend," Tiffany countered. "We're not official. He's just a guy I'm seeing."
"What kind of crap is that?" Kotona shouted, looking very angry. "How can you be 'seeing' someone and checkout other guys."
"Oh that's nothing," Tiffany giggled. "I saw 5 guys at the same time before. You know I don't really do the whole commitment thing. I like to play the field, ya know?"
"No I don't know!" Kotona growled, flailing her hands in the air. "You whore!" The last word echoed through the entire dining room, causing everyone to stop and stare at her, and Patrick to drop a pile of menus. Kotona swallowed the lump that appeared in her throat when she saw her brother standing in the doorway, also staring at her. Blushing in embarrassment, she ran for the staff lounge.
"Well, I haven't done the deed yet," Tiffany said, not even realizing the awkwardness of the situation. "Not to mention I wouldn't do it for money, so technically I'm not a whore."
"Now she decides to be smart," Kita said, rolling her eyes.
"Which flavor of milkshake?" Amaya asked, for the third time.
"The one that comes topped with your number," Grey answered slyly. That was the 5th line he used, and it was no better than the rest. Deciding she had enough, she flipped to a new page on her notebook and scribbled on it. She tore it out and slammed it face down on the table.
"Which flavor?" she repeated, no emotion in her voice.
"Chocolate," he replied with a huge grin. Amaya left the paper and walked away, and could her a dissatisfied grunt from behind her. She silently hooked the order on the wrack sitting on the counter.
"Hey Amaya," Eliot said, intercepting her before she could walk off again.
"Yes?" she asked, her face straight.
"We have a birthday group coming in," he began.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Aneeta demanded, leaning in from the kitchen. "You're suppose to let us know before our shift starts!"
"They just called okay?" he snapped, causing her to recoil. "Anyways, since two of our staff decided to take their breaks early, I need you to help Patrick set up. There's suppose to be about 15 kids, so just bring out the two rectangular tables from the back, and throw the birthday table cloth on it. I have MAL already blowing up balloons."
"Alright," she replied, turning sharply on her heels.
" But, when do I get my break?" Aneeta gasped. "Jeremy's supposed to be here soon."
"When the kids stop crying," he barked. "He doesn't have to see you while you're at work. Don't you see him at school and in your free time?" She was gonna argue back and say most of her spare time was studying and being here, but she didn't wanna start a big argument. He looked really mad. Aneeta felt worried as he stomped into the kitchen and shut himself in the basement.
"What's wrong with him?" Aneeta asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"I don't know," Wesley sighed, folding his arms. "He's been like that all week. I can't get anything out of him."
"Hm," Aneeta thought, tapping her finger on her chin. "Tiffany, go take care of customers and stop standing there."
"Yes, Mrs. Bossy," Tiffany replied with attitude. "But remember I have to leave soon to meet Jamie. He wants to see my designs."
"If we had the van back, you know I would drive you," Wesley said with a smile.
"I know," she grinned, leaving the room in grace.
"Wesley, you think you could get Kotona and Kita back?" Aneeta asked. "I'm gonna try to talk to Eliot."
"You think you can get him to talk?" Wesley said, looking doubtful.
"I can try," she shrugged, picking up a cupcake. "Vanilla's his favourite right?"
"With the white sprinkles on top of strawberry icing," Wesley nodded, sprinkling some sprinkles on it. "Good luck."
"Thanks, I'll need it," she smiled, slowly opening the door to the basement. She quietly closed it behind her and took the stairs at a steady pace.
"Go away," Eliot said flatly, not turning around. The computer screen did have a large picture on it, but ti disappeared when he noticed her presence.
"I brought you a cupcake," she said quietly, placing it on the TV tray covered with instant dinners. Wesley must have been insulted by him eating such things, but he must have barely left the basement too.
"That all?" he asked, rather harshly.
"Well," she hesitated, not sure what to say.
"Go away Aneeta," he repeated, typing at his computer.
"Was that her?" she blurted, covering her mouth afterwards. Eliot's fingers froze on the keys.
"Excuse me?" he demanded coldly, turning slightly so he could glare at her.
"The girl in the picture," she thought it was a girl that she saw on the screen. "Was that Zoey? Your girlfriend?" Eliot looked away from, remaining silent for a very long time. Aneeta just stood their awkwardly, shifting her weight from one leg to the other when it got uncomfortable. She kind of regretted what she asked, but she was curious, and wanted to know if she was the reason he was so upset.
"Ex..." Aneeta was barely able to pick that up. His shoulders were slightly shaking, and she heard him sniff.
"Ex," she repeated, taking a step forward. "You mean, you guys are no longer together?" Without saying anything, he turned around to grab the cupcake she put down for him. She could see his eyes glistening, but no tears spilled over. He ate the cupcake silently, not looking at her, and she leaned against the wall, waiting for him to speak. It was sad to think that he wasn't together with her anymore. He seemed happy to tell them the little things he did about her on the way to the car show. And they had dated for 3 years. Maybe it was the distance? I couldn't imagine dating long-distance.
"She's going away to America," he said quietly, his voice level.
"America?" I repeated, afraid to talk too loud.
"Yeah, abroad," he sighed. "At least it's not England." He mumbled the last sentence.
"So...you guys aren't together because she's going abroad?" Aneeta said, raising an eyebrow, "but aren't you already doing the whole long-distance thing?"
"She's going to the other side of the world," he replied bitterly. "How could a relationship survive like that?"
"I'm sure it could be done," Aneeta said, trying to sound positive. "I mean, as long as you both trust each other to be faithful, and don't mind being physically far apart from each other for long periods of time. There are people who do it."
"Name one," Eliot said, still not looking at her. Aneeta bit her lip. The only people she could think of were those from novels.
"She's the one who called it off anyways," he sighed, closing his eyes. "I wanted to try, but she..."
"She thought it was for the best?" she guessed, hoping she was at least close.
" Yeah," he muttered. "Now go away." He turned his chair around again to face the computer screen and just stared at it. Aneeta hesitated, not sure if she should say something else. If she could say something else. She really didn't know what to say. She sighed softly, and slowly went back upstairs. She looked back at him once, and saw a picture of a grinning red-headed girl.
\NMM/
Aneeta returned to the kitchen to find Tiffany chatting it up with Grey, which was a real surprise. Wesley wasn't in the kitchen which was odd as well.
"Oh, Aneeta," Tiffany chimed gleefully when she noticed her. "Wesley said for you to keep up with kitchen duty. He's out back trying get things sorted with Amaya and Patrick. He said he'd be only a few minutes."
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Aneeta asked, then wondered why she would even ask that.
"I'm going now," she said, taking off her apron. "Grey's going to take me to the meeting with Jamie."
"How nice," she sighed. She didn't think she could fill Wesley's shoes.
"Have fun," Tiffany grinned, skipping to the staff lounge. She quickly got changed and met Grey at his...van?
"Um, a high class model is driving a van?" she said, making a face.
"It has all your stuff in it," he laughed, opening the back to show her the boxes filled with her clothing. "I borrowed it from a friend. I'm only driving it to help you out."
"Well, that's...," she struggled for the right word. "Thoughtful."
"I try," he shrugged. "Hope you don't mind me getting them from your house. Your mom helped me bring it all down. She's very proud of you."
"Why wouldn't she be?" she asked, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm a daughter worth being proud of."
"Of course you are," he agreed, climbing into the driver's seat. Tiffany fluffed her hair after she climbed in the passenger side. She still smelt like baked goods and cleaning products. She reached deep into her Coach purse and pulled out the latest perfume by D & G, hoping to mask it.
"So how do i get to this guy's place?" Grey asked, pulling away from the curb.
"I drew it out on this map," she grinned proudly, pulling out a folded piece of paper from her purse. She only unfolded it once and it fell open, covering herself and half of Grey, who had to lean around it to see out the windshield. "Okay...where did I draw it?" Grey groaned and rolled his eyes as she desperately tried to find the directions.
Back at the cafe, after Amaya, Patrick and Wesley had brought in the tables for the party, they had to take them out again because the kid wanted it outside. MAL flew around tying balloons to chairs, Wesley went back inside to take care of the kitchen, while and Amaya and Patrick set up the table placings, as well as games the kids could play. Amaya didn't make eye contact with Patrick, and barely spoke to him, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"So, uh, should we go with the blue or pink settings?" Patrick holding up with the two different coloured plates.
"Pink," Amaya replied bluntly, taking the rest of the balloons from MAL. "The party's for a girl." Patrick nodded, and placed a pile of them on one end of the table. He found it amazing how MAL could blow out helium with the switch of a button. The balloons floated nicely, and Amaya tied the remaining amount around the centre piece. It was a ballerina, which was brought in by the mother earlier.
"MMM," MAL hummed, poking Patrick.
"What?" he asked making a face. She pointed at Amaya and battered her eyelash-less eyes. Not you too, he thought, shaking his head.
"Wee!" An excited squeal came from around the the side of the cafe, followed by a little girl. She had her blond hair tied up in four ponytails with a different coloured ribbon in each. "Oh, hi miss." The little girl waved excitedly at Amata. Patrick looked at her, and saw horror cross it.
"H-hi," she forced herself to say, looking to where the sound of more voices were coming.
"I have to go," Amaya said hurriedly, making her way to the cafe.
"B-but you can't just leave me to do this by myself," he protested. MAL had become a dead weaight on his shoulder.
"Yes I can," she spat, heading straight for the staff lounge.
"Amaya, what's wrong?" he asked, feeling worried. He managed to grab her arm, and instantly regretted it. She spun around, and her foot came into contact with his head, causing him to hit the ground hard.
"Don't you ever, touch me again," she growled, anger ripe in her voice.
"Amaya!" Aneeta gasped in shock. Amaya glared at her, but all hostility vanished in a few blinks, and was replaced by remorse. Aneeta thought she saw tears building up, but she ran away without saying anything else.
"You okay?" Aneeta asked, kneeling beside Patrick. He started muttering stuff in English, and she could only make out "horse" and "feed".
"Hey, Japanese please," she said, brushing his hair back to look at the growing goose egg.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, finally full of his surrounding, his eyes wide in surprise.
"Oh, just checking your head," she said, jumping back a bit in surprise. "Looks like it's gonna be a big one."
"I-I'll just get some ice," he groaned sitting up. "You don't think anyone in the restaurant saw that did you?"
"Maybe not the kick, but everyone heard her yell at you," Aneeta replied. "What happened?"
"Well, the birthday girl arrived," he explained, touching his tender head. "Then Amaya freaked out and ran inside. I followed. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be doing, since I've never done a birthday before. Next thing I know she's going Jackie Chan on me."
"Who's Jackie?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Never mind," he sighed, slowly getting to his feet.
"Why is there no one outside keeping an eye out for the party?" Eliot demanded, walking up to them.
"Heading out now," Aneeta replied, sending Patrick off to the kitchen.
"Someone should already be out there," he said, mumbling something else under his breath as he headed outside. Aneeta made a face behind his back. Sure he was upset about being dumped, but he didn't have to take it out on all of them. But she didn't argue with him and just followed.
\NMM/
"This is it," Tiffany squealed, jumping out of the van. After taking more wrong turns then they could count, they finally made it to the big building Jamie's office was located inside.
"So we just carry the boxes up?" Grey asked, popping the trunk.
"We?" she asked, looking at him horrified. "I can't carry those. I could damage my manicure, or pull a strand in my shirt." Grey sighed, but didn't complain. He piled two of the boxes on top of each other and carried them in after Tiffany. The lobby was very pretty. It had a darker colour pallet, with blacks and browns, but the gold lining on the counter and up the walls added a nice touch. She walked over to the marble counter, and tapped the little bell that sat on it. The woman who was sitting right there looked up from her computer with a glare.
"May I help you?" she asked in a monotone voice.
"I have a meeting with Jamie Hardly," she said smoothly, leaning against the counter. "For 5:00pm. I'm Tiffany Lachwood." The woman turned her attention back to the computer and began typing.
"Yes, he's up on the 9th floor," she nodded. "I'll inform him that you have arrived."
"Thank you...what's your name?" Tiffany asked.
"Mildred," she replied, blinking blankly. "Why?"
"I'll be here a lot, so it's only polite that I know," she grinned, strutting for the elevators.
"Yous spent all this time designing clothes," Grey grunted, trying not to drop the boxes. "Yet for what? I mean, what are the dolls going to look like?"
"Oh Jamie and I discussed it already," Tiffany replied, stepping into the elevator when it arrived. "I'm going to have Wesley design the different MMMALORY dolls with long or short hair in a range of different colours so that they can still be styled. As well as of different ethnicity. It's going to be great. MMMALORY Dolls are going to take over Japan." Just as she said that, the boxes Grey were holding shook.
"Don't drop those," she snapped.
"There's something inside," he said, almost dropping them.
"How can there be something inside?" she demanded, looking at him incredulously. Just as the elevator opened, Grey dropped the boxes, and out burst her designs. But they weren't alone. Inside each dress was a faceless marionette, being controlled by strings that were attached to thin air. All at once they dispersed throughout the floor, sending the office into a state of chaos.
"What did you do to my outfits!" Tiffany screamed, whacking Grey with her purse.
"Nothing!" he shouted, flinching away when she swung again. "Geez, you have rocks in there?"
"Yes, yes I do," she growled, kicking him before jumping off of the elevator. The marionettes were attacking the workers, and destroying everything in sight. Crap, crap, crap, she thought, trying to think of something to do.
"Watch out!" Grey shouted, pulling her out of the way of a swinging marionette with a stapler.
"My elbows!" she cried when she came into contact with the floor. "Everything is ruined! I'm never going to be a designer!"
"You designed those, so you are," Grey snapped, pulling her under a desk. "What the hell are those things?" Tiffany pulled out her Mew Phone and dialled the cafe.
"Hello, Cafe Mew Chi-"
"There are bewitched puppets dressed in my clothes, destroying Jamie Hardly's office, and i can't do anything about it!" she shouted into the phone before Wesley could finish.
"You need the girls?" he asked, sounding all business.
"Yes," she sniffed, tears spilling over.
"They are on their way," he said. "I'll turn on the homing signal in your phone. Just hang tight."
"Can't do much else," she sighed, hanging up.
"Who was that?" Grey asked, looking curious.
"My stress reliever," she groaned. It wasn't a lie. Whenever she was overwhelmed with stress, she called up Wesley randomly and shouted about it. He didn't seem to mind it at all, not that it would've mattered to her anyways. It was convenient that this time he could call in the cavalry when she couldn't reveal her identity.
"RRRR!" A marionette landed right next to them with a pair of scissors, open and pointed at them.
"Ahhh!" Tiffany screamed, climbing out from under the desk.
"Tiff!" a familiar voice called from across the room.
"Jamie!" Tiffany shouted, making a mad dash for him. She tripped over something, and just missed a paperweight that was thrown at her head.
"Darling what is going on?" Jamie crawled across the floor toward her.
"I don't know," she sniffed, trying to hold back tears.
"Are these your clothes?" he asked, covering his head as one of the glass walls of his main office was shattered.
"Yes, but I have no idea what's wearing them," she said apologetically.
"They are very well done darling," he complimented.
"Oh thank you," she gushed, just as a shout came from where she had come from. She looked up and saw Grey being attacked by a couple marionettes with pencils.
"Hey!" Tiffany shouted, jumping to her feet. She was pissed off now. She reached into her bag and grasped her pendent, but just as she did something pierced through her chest, dotting the floor with red.
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AN: I've added a picture of Avious on my dA account, check it out on my profile.
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Preview of Chapter 15:
These are my Mewfessions
*The room is pitch black*
*A single light is turned on and shines in the centre of the circle of chairs each mew is sitting in*
*Kita is controlling the light from above*
Kita – Confess!
Tiffany – Um, what exactly?
*The light falls on her*
Kita – Confess you don't really want to be with Shieru!
*light slides to Amaya*
Kita – Tell us your secret!
Amara - ...
*light moves to Patrick*
Kita – Confess your feelings!
Patrick – Uh, um...
*Kotona is now under the light*
Kita – Tell us all what you really think about us.
Kotona – What are you talking about?
Aneeta – Kita, I think you had too much sugar again.
*Light shines down on her*
Kita – Share why Eliot is dead then!