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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 23, 2008 15:15:08 GMT -5
Ok. Hanging out with ''her boys'' was fun, but Melissa needed some girl time. And the detention hall, the one place she would never put herself through misconduct, was the last place anyone would look for her.
Girl time. That was kind of a hard thing for her to define right now. She wasn't old enough to date but was allowed lip gloss. She thought most boys were gross and retarded, but had crushes on a couple of them anyway. She didn't have long nails, but wore clear polish on them. She hated dresses, but liked the school uniform, and liked the color pink. A weird set of contradictions, but there she was.
It probably explained why she had no real female friends her own age. Most of them stuffed their bras and made out with boys (ew!) and raised their uniform skirts to their hips almost, when they could get away with it. She didn't understand what all the fuss was about boys. But she did dream of her first real kiss. It would be romantic. There would be music softly playing in the background, maybe violins. Everything would be hazy, the stars would be out, and the smell of flowers would be in the night air. Maybe there would even be fireworks.
She smiled, and opened her notebook, and began to write. She wasn't doing her homework, but writing boy's names. Paired with hers. In big swoopy hearts. Cory and Melissa...Mori-sempai + Melissa...Malcom L. and Melissa M. Yes, she even had a teensy crush on her old teacher, though she could never quite remember his last name. She sighed and shut the book and stared at the walls without really seeing them.
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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 27, 2008 22:38:34 GMT -5
Melissa heard a loud purr, and bent down to scoop up her precious kitty.
"Aww. Did Neko-chan miss mommy? Does somebody need a snuggly-wuggly?" she cooed and hugged the kitty and pressed her head against his. He rubbed against her hand when she pulled back, to try and get her to pet him, which she did. She stroked his fur and scratched his chin, and behind his ears, until he was purring loud enough to be heard in the corridors. She laughed and hugged him again and showed him her notebook, even though he'd never understand it.
"What do you think Nek-chan? Do you see a potential daddy here?" she laughed, then yelped as he raked his claws over the page and hissed before running into the corridor. Silly moody cat. Her baby was possessive, how cuuuute.
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Nov 28, 2008 0:13:25 GMT -5
Churro was pissed. Melissa's sad excuse for a cat once again puked on his pillow AND left a dead mouse in his shoe. Vomiting on his bed wasn't that big of a deal because the house elves cleaned it and not him, but finding a dead critter in your shoe is just not cool. Acama was now totally convinced that Neko was a demon sent to annoy the crap out of him. Well he wasn't going to stand for that, dammit. The stupid cat was going to pay!
Armed with the container of shaving cream and razor his grandfather made him pack in case he "grew hair in weird places," Churro followed the foul beast throughout the castle, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He eventually made his way to the detention hall where Churro was surprised and most definitely disappointed to find Melissa.
"What are YOOOU doing here? Don't you have someone to snog or something?" he growled, hiding the goods behind his back.
Crap...he had to get rid of her.
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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 28, 2008 0:18:32 GMT -5
Melissa screeched and almost jumped out of her chair. She slammed the book shut and clutched it to her chest, and spun around to face the bane of her existence.
"What are you DOING?" she choked out, in total disbelief. Was there no escape? Was she cursed? That had to be it. Her grandfather arranged for her to be cursed with somoene who would be constantly under her butt so she couldn't have any sweet romantic thoughts or flirt or wear makeup or do any of the girly things that were so revolting to her right now. That had to be it.
"God, someone should tie a bell around your neck or something! And...what have you got behind your back, anyway?" initial shock wore off quick, now she was curious. Still holding her notebook tight, she tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was hiding behind his back so suddenly.
(Touch my cat and dieeee. )
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Nov 28, 2008 0:31:23 GMT -5
Jeez, what a jumpy little wench. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was writing love letters to Jay or whoever her flavor of the week was. It was hard keeping track of how many losers she was crushing on. Yeah, Melissa thought Churro was oblivious to it all, but he knew EVERYTHING.
"A bell around my neck. You're the cow so if anything, YOU should be the one with a bell around your neck, pendeja."
Pfft...she had some nerve.
"I'll tell you what I have behind my back as soon as you show me that notebook of yours.."
He took several steps closer in case she let her guard down, giving him an opportunity to swipe the notebook.
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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 28, 2008 20:59:32 GMT -5
"Don't call me pendeja, you fathead!!" she yelled and then her eyes narrowed as he stared at her book...dammit. In perfect synch, with every step forward, she took one back trying to keep an even distance between them. She clutched it tighter against her chest and began to act aggravated.
"For crying out loud, it's my homework! You've seen this thing laying around all the time, why do you want it now? Unless you are interested in my monthlies? I've been keeping track of them toward the back, right after Divination- You're not interested in that kind of thing are you?"
Ok, to be honest, the only thing she had after Divination homework were the dates. No details, nothing gross, but--HE didn't know that. She could only hope the grossout factor was enough to hold him off. And she wasn't letting her grip loose till her butt got in her dorm...mmhmmm.
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Nov 28, 2008 21:32:22 GMT -5
Ha, what an idiot. Her refusal to give up the book only confirmed his suspicions. If it was just a regular old notebook, why hold on to it for dear life? There had to be something she didn't want him to see. All thoughts of kidnapping and shaving Neko were cast aside and he decided to devote his efforts into retrieving her "book of secrets." It was easy really. All he had to do was put her a position where she had to temporarily let her guard down. He was going to fight her for it..
Grinning, Churro tossed the shaving cream and razor aside, rolled up his sleeves, and ran toward her like a bunch of rednecks racing to fetch the last possum for supper. It would all have gone according to plan, except he tripped over his untied shoelaces and ran right into the wench, knocking them both to the ground.
At first he thought Melissa was smothering him with something because the floor didn't quite feel right, it was soft and kinda squishy. He soon realized, however, that it wasn't Melissa that was smothering him, it was her chest. He landed face first on her boobs..
He couldn't move...his body just froze.
"Umm...well this is awkward.."
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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 28, 2008 22:00:31 GMT -5
Melissa knew this was not a nightmare. How? Because a nightmare would have to be a hell of a lot more pleasant than what she was going through right now. Chased by zombies through the cafeteria of her kindergarten while wearing roller skates and armed with a can opener. Even that was less horrible than this. She shut her eyes and prayed for just a moment, 'God, please, please let me have fallen asleep in class. I'll be good, I promise. I'll write all my thank you notes on time, and I'll work all my spare time at the soup kitchen during Christmas break. Please please please'
She cracked one eye open, already knowing what she would find. Between his head pressing on her chest, and the damned spine of her stupid notebook pressing in her back, she was not only uncomfortable, but kind of--well, pissed off.
"Awkward? AWKWARD? Awkward doesn't even begin to cover what this is...Now get the hell off my chest you freaking pervert," she ground out through her gritted teeth. She stared at all the crap he dropped and looked back up at him. "WHAT were you doing with razors and shaving cream and stuff? Don't you DARE say you are shaving, those three little hairs on your chin you can pluck out with my eyebrow tweezers...WHAT were you doing, Acamapichtli Arroyo?"
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Post by Acamapichtli Arroyo on Nov 29, 2008 12:03:10 GMT -5
Holy crap, he'd forgotten how loud Melissa could get when she was pissed. It was bad enough he would have to spend the rest of his life in therapy to get over the fact that he once again made contact with her..parts, now he had to worry about his hearing. He was right on top of her for chrissakes...she didn't have to yell.
He climbed off of her and quickly scrambled to his feet, but not before pulling the notebook out from under her and stuffing it down his pants. After all that, you damn well better believe he was going to get his grubby little hands on her stupid notebook.
"Pervert? Yeah, like I reeeally wanted to feel up on those A cups. Gimme a break," he scoffed. He glanced over at stuff he left on the floor and shrugged. "Oh, don't worry about that. I was just going to shave Neko until he looked like a hairless rat. Serves him right for puking all over my crap.. Anyway, now that I have what I want..I guess I'll be leaving now!" he stuck his tongue out at his dear friend and made a mad dash for the door.
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Post by Melissa Madison on Nov 29, 2008 19:44:02 GMT -5
What could she say? What was there to say? She didn't care about his INCORRECT assessment of her attributes, after all he had them for a while, so he knew what the deal was. He had the freaking nerve to grab her book, and shove it down his pants.
Frankly, she didn't want it anymore. It was now contaminated. But she didn't want HIM to have it either! Red-faced and hoarse, she gave chase, her screams of pissed offed ness echoing behind her as she tried to keep up.
"You batard! You freak! You give that back you--" and she cursed onward as she ran, hoping to catch up, kick his ass, AND burn that book, all before they made it before the stairs xp.
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