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I had a spring in my step as I exited the parking lot for my apartment structure and twirled the car keys in my hand, whistling a merry tune. I was still buzzing from my (Embarrassing, oh God, so embarrassing, but so freakin' perfect!) interaction with Elsa from before and could hardly contain my giddiness as I entered the building, taking a quick check in the mail box in case the rent was due; Kristoff never remembers to check the mail, so sometimes overdue rent can be found stuck in the small, rectangular box. Luckily, no rent was due (yet) and I could continue feeling happy and content. I made a step towards the stairs.

"Ms. Summers."

I stopped, still in midstep.

Or not.

I groaned, and turned back around to face my annoying (And evil.) next door neighbor, Jafar. He stood there, sneering down at me as if I was filth on his floor that desperately needed to be eradicated. Oh, how I hated him.

Ugh, look at him and his smug little goateed face. I want to punch it.

"Mr. Viziers," I greeted back, feeling a bit on edge in his presence. When Kristoff and I had first moved into the apartment and met Jafar, we both came up with the same assumption about his actual character: a sex offender. Of course, we were wrong and found out he was actually kind of a big deal and was the advisor for some rich guy in Saudi Arabia. He kept mostly to himself in his dark apartment, but whenever he came out of his secluded cave, the conversations were usually unpleasant.

There's only one reason Jafar would step out of his creepy room to talk to me.

Just one.

"You and your male partner, Christopher, have been making noise again," he drawled.

I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance.

To complain.

"It's Kristoff," I corrected irritably. "And I apologize for the noise. Again. For like the hundredth time," I muttered the last part so he wouldn't hear. "We only made so much noise because me and him had some friends come over and we were all playing Rock Band together. I'm sorry for disturbing you, it won't happen again." I crossed my arms over my chest.

He raised an eyebrow. "I see. Is that what that unscrupulous racket was all about? Well, I am glad it was only that then. I thought it was you and your partner doing," he paused suddenly, a strange glint in his eyes, "…immoral activities together, possibly with your fellow friends," he finished softly.

Wait.

What?

…Did this creep really just say what I thought he said?

….

IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!

"Are you out of your mind?!" I screamed, face red from anger. "No, that's not what we were doing! We were just playing a game!"

Fucking pervert!

He stroked his goatee, the strange look gone. "Well that would explain why I heard one of your friends tell you to stop breaking his streak," he said, shrugging. "Either way, please try to be more respectful about other people's comforts. I prefer to live in a quiet area—"

Then go live in the damn woods.

"—With no obnoxious light peeking between my doorframes—"

What are you, a vampire? I bet I'd find a coffin in your apartment somewhere.

He glared down at me. "—And with neighbors that actually pay their rent," he said darkly.

Huh?

Before I could blink, Jafar had whipped a piece of paper from out of his cloak (Yes, I said a cloak. What does he hide in there, a whole lair?!), and handed it to me.

It was an overdue rent form.

"Have a good night, Ms. Summers," he smirked. With that, he started walking away with that arrogant, aristocratic stride he always has. I nearly shivered in disgust as I saw Jasmine, another neighbor, walk down the stairs in a tight shirt and running shorts; his eyes roamed down her curvy figure lecherously as he passed her. I stuck my tongue out at him behind his back.

Well, good feeling gone now.

I gave the paper in my hands a sullen look.

By the way, did I mention he was my landowner?

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"Kristoff, I'm home," I greeted from the front door, kicking off my boots.

Kristoff sat in the living room on the couch, his back turned towards me. Sven, our intelligent, but lazy brown cat, lay in his lap, no doubt taking yet another one of his long naps. The small set of reindeer antlers I got him for Christmas still sat atop his head. For some odd reason, he was extremely fond of those things. Though truthfully, I didn't mind; Sven was just too adorable with them on. I cast an amused glance at Kristoff's still turned back.

It seems his royal huffiness is upset with me about what happened at Olaf's.

I tried again to communicate with the stubborn ape. "Kriiiistoffff," I said in a sing song voice.

"No," he replied grumpily.

"I'm soorrryyyy."

"No."

"Kriiiiistoooffffff."

He lowered his head to look at me upside down. "I'm offended, Ann," he stated seriously.

I took my jacket off and hung it up before going back to the door to close it.

"Wounded even?" I asked sarcastically, grinning.

"Hurt, Ann," he said dramatically, putting a hand on his face as if actually hurt while leaning back on the couch.

"Sorry you had to take the bus because I 'accidentally' took the car keys with me," I mock apologized.

"Hmph," he grumbled.

"Aaaaand I'm sorry that you didn't get the chance to share embarrassing stories of me with Elsa."

"And it's killing me!" He exclaimed suddenly, startling Sven who yowled and jumped out of his lap. "I want to meet this new girlfriend of yours! Embarrassing stories are begging to be sha—sorry Sven," he quickly apologized to the now hissing cat before continuing. "—to be shared! Can you imagine the look on her face when I tell her the story involving you, two strangers, a shopping cart, and a gumball machine?" He snickered to himself, obviously amused at the memory.

Yeah, not one of my finest moments, I cringed inwardly, still hearing the shrill shrieks of the angry woman with gum in her hair and a man sporting a large lump on his head when he slipped and fell on the gumballs.

"Oh no you don't," I refused, frowning. "First off, she's not my girlfriend. And probably never will be, she's so gorgeous she has to be straight," I muttered the last part. "Second, you'll never see her. And even if you do by some miracle, you are not," I emphasized, pointing a finger at Kristoff, "under any circumstances, allowed to tell that story."

Kristoff snorted disbelievingly. "Yeah, right."

Oh no you don't, blondie. I have power over you this time. "Oooor," I teased, smirking, "I can tell a certain someone about the story of me chasing down a drunken, ranting, naked Kristoff in the mall who tried to escape on a security guard's segway."

Kristoff's eyes widened at this statement.

"You wouldn't."

Gotcha.

"Because that would make a great story to tell your crush," I grinned evilly.

His eyes widened even more. "You would," he whispered to himself, as if in shock that I would do such a thing.

Oh poor innocent Kristoff.

"Oh my lawd," I sighed, clutching a hand to my heart. "It's as if the lad don't know me no more. As if I'm not some cunning, diabolical genius." Kristoff laughed at this, shaking his head.

"Well, at least she'd be the first to know," he remarked, shrugging.

Silence.

"…Anna."

Uh oh.

"…Yes?"

"…She would be the first to know…wouldn't she?"

"…"

"Annaaaa."

"…Well," I started sheepishly, rubbing my neck.

Kristoff nearly jumped up from his seat. "ANNA!" He yelled in despair. "You said you wouldn't tell!"

"I didn't!" I instantly defended myself. "Tell people."

He nodded, relieved. "Good," he breathed out.

"A lot of people," I said lamely.

"What? What the hell does that mean?"

"I didn't tell a lot of people."

"BUT YOU STILL TOLD! ANNA!" Kristoff cried out, back in panic mode. "Who did you tell?!"

"Not too many, Kristoff. Jeez. You make it sound like I exposed you to the world."

"Who. Did. You. Tell," he growled through clenched teeth.

"…Well, I might have told Rapunzel, Eugene, Jasmine, Merida, Tiana, Eric, Ariel, Phillip, and Aladdin. But seriously, that's all who knows about your embarrassing story," I smiled nervously.

Kristoff groaned and sank into the coach, both hands covering his face.

"Ah vreawy hwaut choo weirt gow," he mumbled from his hands.

I sighed and made my way over to him, stretching my head out with a hand over my ear to hear him. "Sorry, didn't catch that, Kris. I don't speak oafish."

He gave me a small glare and flicked my forehead. "I said I really hate you right now. Which I do. Truly." He kicked up a leg over the couch and began stroking Sven's head, making the cat purr. "Don't think this isn't over, you know." His eyes narrowed. " 'The Game' is still on, missy. And because of your little stunt, it's time for me to put my game face on now. Time for me to go home or go hard."

I scoffed and went into the kitchen to scrounge around for food. "It's go hard or go home, stupid. And can't we find a different name for it? I mean, 'The Game'? Come on, seriously, what are we, five?" I commented while sticking my head in the refrigerator.

"Hey!" He cried out, offended. "Not five. No, definitely at least six years old. Possible even nine."

I gave him a blank stare. "Riiiiight," I said slowly, before turning my attention back to the matter at hand.

Hmm, moldy cheese, one slice of bread, one carton of expired milk, greenish yogurt (yuck), a half eaten candy bar (not sure if consumable since Kristoff and Sven share their food together), and…oh! Score! Orange soda!

"Hell yeah!" I shouted triumphantly, fist pumping, as I grabbed the orange soda can and chugged it down in five, huge gulps. Wiping my mouth, I ran over to where Kristoff was lazing about, jumped over the couch, and landed next to him (and partly on his legs) with an "Oof!"

Kristoff cursed and pulled his legs closer to himself, rubbing at his sore ankles. "Ya know, you might wanna try and warn a guy before you go catapulting off couches and shit," he grumbled irritably.

I pat his ankle affectionately (and perhaps intentionally a little harder than necessary), making him wince slightly, and turned on the TV.

God, there'd better be something good on cable tonight. After all, I do pay for this, so the crap they put on might as well entertain me.

I slouched into the couch, reading off what the TV had to Kristoff. "Family Guy. Family Guy. Oh look, even more Family Guy gee that's a shocker," I deadpanned, surfing lazily through the channels. "News, too depressing. Spanish channels, don't understand a word. Oooh, cheesy Lifetime soap opera—"

"No," Kristoff grunted. "Lifetime sucks."

I cooed at him. "Aww, Kristoff! You just need to give in to your more feminine side—"

"No. Change the channel. Now."

"Fine," I complied, rolling my eyes. "Murder mysteries, ughh. Not before bed," I said, shuddering. "Hmm. Oh! How about this one? It's Godzilla! That already came out?"

"It can't be the new one. Check the year. What Godzilla is it?"

I checked. "Oh, well it's the 1998—"

Kristoff grimaced. "No way. Turn that shit off."

I passed the remote control over to him, defeated. "Well, Mr. High Standards, there's nothing else on TV so it's either this or softcore porno, what's it going to be?"

Kristoff immediately grinned.

"Ugh," I complained, pouting. "You're almost as bad as Jafar."

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Oh crap!

"Kristoff!" I shouted, making him jump. I put my arms out as I leapt forward in my seat, accidentally smacking him in the stomach.

"Ah! Fuck, Anna! What?" He asked, glaring at me.

"I just got the rent from Jafar. It's past the due date!"

His eyebrows shot up. "What? That's ridiculous!" He said angrily, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. "We paid last week! I'm going to have to talk to him about this, because this is bullshit! Let me see it." I handed it to him. His knuckles were white after reading through the overdue rent and the paper crumpled in his big hands. "This was a payment set for three months ago! I think he's been holding out on our rent to get us in trouble."

He threw the paper down and crossed his arms, muttering to himself.

I sighed. "We're just going to have to pay it. With the interest and all. If not, Jafar will definitely kick us out."

"And where the hell would we get that sort of money! Ughh, we're going to have to work even more hours at the parlor and I may have to get another job. Damn it all, I hate Jafar," he huffed. "I can't wait to leave this godforsaken place."

I slid in my spot, my legs sprouting awkwardly away from the couch. "Why is he torturing us?" I grumbled irritably.

Kristoff shrugged. "Because he's a jerkass."

I slowly grinned. "And a slithery snake."

Kristoff smirked. "And a lying scumbag."

"A mongrel."

"A conceited slimeball."

"A rotten, selfish douchebag!"

"A meatball!"

I threw my head back and laughed, all the tension gone in the room. "A meatball? Seriously, that was the best you could come up with?"

Kristoff pouted and crossed his arms. "I can't help it that I'm so hungry."

I shook my head, still smiling. After calling Jafar some more names, we finally settled on the Godzilla movie that Kristoff was trying to avoid. I admit, the movie really was as bad as he made it out to be. Half way in, I fell asleep and only woke up because of Kristoff's obnoxious snore next to me.

"Alright, blondie. It's time for bed." I yawned and stretched. "We'll need all the rest we can get this weekend if we're going to be working overtime next week."

Kristoff nodded and turned off the TV. The apartment was instantly enveloped in darkness. Kristoff grabbed his blanket from on the couch and put a pillow behind his head. Kristoff usually sleeps on the couch while I take the bedroom. Believe it or not, the couch is actually a lot bigger than our bed. Sven likes sleeping in the arm chair next to him. I yawned again and dragged my way over to my room.

"Hey, Anna?"

I sent a tired glance Kristoff's way. "Hmm?"

"We're getting out of here," he mumbled sleepily. "Eventually. Leave this place, get enough money for college, and start our lives. We're gonna do it, you and me, no matter what it takes. I promise."

I smiled sadly.

We both knew it was bullshit.

"I know," I said softly. "Goodnight, Kris."

"Goodnight, strawberry head," he called back.

Silence.

"HAVE SWEET, STEAMY DREAMS ABOUT ELSA!"

"KRISTOFF, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

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For that whole week, we worked hard. Orders were taken, pizzas were made in ten minutes, and delivery pizzas were delivered. Our customers couldn't believe their eyes when they walked into the restaurant the following week: pizzas were premade before opening time and given to them right on the spot. We would wake at five in the morning, get to work by six, and automatically start working, usually me making the pizzas while Kristoff organized the cash register and cleaned the restaurant. I don't even think people actually saw me or Kristoff, just two blond and strawberry blonde blurs streaking across the parlor. Kristoff and I hardly took any breaks in-between, at most taking two minutes to scarf down our sandwiches and gatorade before working like our lives depended on it (and honestly, it really did). The pay was great because of our efforts with people tipping us twice as much. Why, I even got a few smiles after delivering my usual pizza routes! Awesome!

By Friday morning, me and Kristoff had enough money to pay the 'overdue' rent for Jafar and marched right up to his apartment, shoving the money in his long, scowling face. Jafar didn't say or do anything except sneer at us and slam the door in our faces.

Kristoff and I high fived.

"Alright, hotshot! We did it!" Kristoff laughed.

I fist pumped. "Hell yeah! We sure did show that stupid, slimy snake, didn't we? That asshole can shove that money up his butt for all I care! Woo hoo! We're free! We should celebrate! Hold on," I said, still grinning as I fumbled around in my back pocket. "Let me call up Eugene and Punz, maybe they'll want to visit us while we're at work."

Kristoff nodded slowly. "Um, yeah, sure," he said uneasily. "Lay off the nicknames, he can probably hear us you know. Maybe you should wait to call h—"

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, Jafar stormed out of his room, the door banging loudly on the wall. Kristoff jumped, startled by the loud noise, and paled when seeing Jafar's facial expression.

He was heading our way.

And I was on my phone, oblivious to Jafar's incoming vengeance.

"Hey Punz!" I greeted. "How are you doing? Good? Awesome sauce! Hey, I have big news!"

Jafar's long strides brought him closer and closer to our location.

Kristoff desperately tried to get my attention.

And failed.

"Yeah, so you know my crappy landowner, Jafar? You know, the one with the long face and curled goatee, wears a cloak all the time? No? Hmm. How about the one who seems to be undressing you with his eyeballs?"

Kristoff started waving his hands and frantically shaking his head 'No!'

"Yeah! That's the one!"

Jafar's teeth clenched, his eyebrow twitching spastically. He leered over me, his shadow clouding my presence like impending doom.

Kristoff groaned and hung his head in defeat, hiding his face with his hands.

"Yeah, yeah! So, anyways, we paid off all of our overdue rents. I know, right? We had so many! He must hate us or something. We're celebrating today, so do you guys want to come over to Olaf's and eat pizza with us? No, how could you even say that! We never get tired of pizza, pizza is the best! So, you'll come? Cool beans! I'll see you there, cuz. Bye!"

Just as I pressed the 'End Call' button, Kristoff spoke from between his hands.

"Anna," He muttered, his voice muffled.

"Um," I said slowly, confused by his behavior. "Yes?"

"There's a saying that says you should think before you act. And you completely disregarded that saying."

"Hey!" I spoke up. "I—"

"Ms. Summers."

"HOLY FLYING MACKERELS!" I yelled, jumping forward in fear. I turned around.

And came face to face with an angry, scowling Jafar.

Oh fuck my life.

"This stupid snake would like to inform you," he snarled, roughly handing me a stack of letters, "that you were also late on paying your utilities and should get to those handled as soon as possible if you want electricity, food in your refrigerator, and cable. Good day, Ms. Summers and Mr. Bjorgman." He smirked and slinked back into his room, slamming the door once more.

Kristoff still had his hands in his face.

"Next time, wait before making the phone call and calling our landlord names until after we've gotten OUT OF THE APARTMENT COMPLEX! HOLY SHIT, WE ARE DOOMED!"

I glanced down sullenly at the large stack still in my hands.

That slimy bastard.

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"Doomed, I tell you," Kristoff moaned, his head on the table. "Dooomed."

It had been three hours since the incident and Kristoff had not moved from his place on the table. Our customers gave slightly concerned glances our way, but I quickly waved their attention away. Kristoff would not want them feeling sorry for us.

I cringed, slowly taking a sip of my now watery soda. "I'm really sorry, Kris," I said sadly. "I wasn't thinking." I put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If it helps, Eugene and Rapunzel aren't coming anymore. So they won't feel pity and see us moping in the corner."

Kristoff grumbled something incomprehensible and slumped his broad shoulders even more over the table. I sighed.

Way to screw up, Anna. Way to screw up.

"Look, we'll pay off those bills, I'm sure of it! Let's try and stay positive about the whole incident, okay?"

Kristoff lifted his head up, giving me a small glare. "You. No more making fun of Jafar when he's like three feet away from us."

I put a hand in the air and one on my chest. "Scout's honor, Krissy. No more making fun of the douchebag. You have to admit though," I added, grinning. "It was pretty damn hilarious."

Kristoff rolled his eyes, moving to sit upright in his seat. "Yeah. Right." He glanced at his phone, frowning a little. "Um, Anna?"

"Hmm," I mumbled absently, staring at some old creepy couple that were making out in the booth next to us.

Eww. That's pretty gross, actually…

"Anna."

And are they using tongue? Oh god, they're spit swapping! That's disgusting!

"Anna!"

"What?!" I cried out, a slightly horrified look on my face. Kristoff gave me a very confused glance before looking over his shoulder where my line of vision was situated on. He paled at the sight and quickly turned away, shuddering.

"Seriously, strawberry? Is that what gets you hot and bothered?"

"Oh, screw you, blondie!"

"Aaaanyways," he continued slowly, "I've been thinking—"

"Gee, that's a relief."

He glared. "Shut up. Now, I've been thinking about ways I should ask out—"

"Belle?" I asked slyly, smirking.

Kristoff blushed. "Yes, her. Now, I know she works at a library—"

"Yeaaah, how about before you even get to the whole 'asking her out' thing, maybe you start with getting to know her?"

"Well, yes, that would be nice—"

"Possibly even conversating?"

"Well, I mean—"

"Maybe say hi to her for once?"

"Anna, damn you, I—"

"Or even better, officially ask her for her name and pretend and ignore you didn't totally get her name by begging customers in the restaurant if they knew 'the pretty brunette in the blue dress'?"

His face darkened. "Damn it, Anna! I'm just—"

"Nervous. Shy. Yada, yada, ya," I said tonelessly, waving away his frustrations. I leaned over and ruffled his hair. "Look. Just talk to the girl. That's all you have to do. All it takes is one word to blow her mind."

The bell for the door clinked and I looked up to see who our next customer was. A young woman wearing glasses walked idly into Olaf's Pizza Parlor, brown hair tucked into a messy bun and head stuck behind a novel.

I grinned.

Speak of the devil.

I smirked at Kristoff, giving him the ol' predator's smile. "Aaaand," I sing-songed, grabbing his arm and lifting it up. He rose too, now looking confused, his back to the woman of his affections. "You can start, by talking to her…now!" With a mighty push, I sent him staggering over to her location.

CRASH!

Ouch. I winced, feeling kind of sorry for his slumped over form on the floor. Maybe that was too hard. Gotta get a handle on my strength one day.

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?" Belle's mouth dropped in shock and she rushed over to help poor, off guard Kristoff. He groaned and lifted his head to look up into his dream woman. His eyes widened, his face a dark cherry, and he started sputtering.

And you know how I said it only takes one word to blow her mind?

He opened his mouth to speak.

"Fuck."

I face palmed. That wasn't the right word.

I relaxed a little though when I heard her laugh and reach out for his hand to pull him up.

Hell, maybe that really was the right word, I thought to myself, shaking my head and moving to the kitchen to get ready for another order.

Just as I reached the counter, the phone went off. I glanced over to the currently occupied Kristoff and his beau before deciding to answer it myself. I grabbed the phone, lazily watching the two tentatively (And officially!) introduce themselves.

"Yo, holmes!" I greeted cheerfully. "Welcome to Olaf's Pizza Parlor. What can I get ya?"

"Um, hi. Can I place an order for delivery?"

My eyes widened and I nearly dropped the phone. Hurriedly, I rushed into the kitchen and kneeled down below the counter so no one could see me.

"Elsa?" I asked, a hopeful grin on my face and my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hi Anna," she chuckled. "Can I get a medium pepperoni and Coke this time, if it's not too much of a bother?"

Sweet mother of God, she's adorable, I swooned.

"Abso-freakin'-lutely! No problemo! Huzzah!" I said excitedly. "I'll be there with your order in a jiffy, no worries! Stay right there," I stated seriously. "Don't move, don't even breathe! I'm on it!"

"Alright," she said. I heard a sharp intake of air before…nothing.

Wait a minute…

A slow smile crept onto my face. "Are you seriously holding your breath right now?"

A large exhale (Did she just huff at me?) was my answer.

I'm going to marry this girl.

I grinned. "You are awesome. And because of your awesomeness, you deserve some awesome pizza. See ya soon, Elsa! Thanks for ordering!"

I heard her breathy laugh over the phone. "Okay. See you later, Anna. Goodbye."

Just as the line went dead, I went straight to work and prepared her pizza, being extra careful with the ingredients and the packaging so that she'd have a great meal. All the while, I took sneaky peeks over the counter to make sure Belle and Kristoff were still busy and ignoring me. When I finished, I slowly tip toed over to where the keys were and slipped them off their hangar. I could hear Kristoff and Belle chatting about their favorite books in the corner booth. I chuckled at the sight of an obviously enamored Kristoff leaning over eagerly to listen to Belle's every word.

While their conversation went on, I crept out the backdoor and did an evil laugh as I got into the pizza delivery car.

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Kristoff burst through the kitchen, his cheeks rosy and a wide, happy smile on his face.

"Anna! I got her number! I have Belle's number! We're going to text each other now! This is super awesome!"

His grin slowly fell as he realized Anna was nowhere to be seen.

"…Anna?" He asked again in the silent room. As he took a step, his foot lightly tapped the forgotten phone on the ground. Frowning, he picked it up and stared at it for a while.

"…"

"…"

"…Goddamn it. I lost again."

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Aaand that's all folks! Sorry for the long wait, I had summer school and a whole bunch of family problems. And it won't get any better since I officially start college tomorrow. How exciting!