Bittersweet 6
“Nnnnuh,” Annon groaned, sunlight blinding her under her closed lids.
She opened her eyes slowly so as not to make her killer headache even more stellar. She was lying on her pullout couch with her favorite black blanket tossed around her. For a second, she wondered why the heck she was sleeping in her living room. Then she wondered what the weird guttural sound was that she was hearing.
Annon turned in the direction of weird grunting, and was even more surprised to see Pete sprawled on her loveseat, snoring, under an afghan.
“Yo, Pete! Wakey, wakey,” Annon said, unusually gentle, as she prodded Pete’s shoulder. Then she smiled in anticipation for some fun.
“;PETE! WAKE UP!!” She yelled, smirking inwardly as he immediately sprang up, clutching his ears, and banged his head off of her floor lamp. It made her headache throb even more, but that did nothing to dampen her rising spirits.
“Hey, Annon. You know you’ve been out for about 2 days now?” Pete asked, yawning.
Annon swore under her breath as she grabbed her cell phone to check.
“You okay?” Pete asked again, stretching.
“I feel okay, except for a headache,” Annon answered absentmindedly, texting back to her friends that she was alive.
After a few minutes of this, Annon snapped her phone shut. “So, what happened?” she asked.
“You don’t remember?” Pete’s eyebrows shot upward.
“The last thing I remember was Vahn holding me hostage, and then blackout,” Annon looked at Pete expectantly.
“Well, after you fainted,” Pete winced slightly under Annon’s glare at the word ‘fainted’, “Guess-who’s-missing suddenly appeared in the picture, kicked Vahn’s ass, and then he,” Pete stopped himself just in time.
“He what?” Annon questioned suspiciously.
“He uh, brought you here, a-and you slept here for about 2 days,” Pete sputtered out, trying to sound natural. “Well, it is true. Just not the complete truth,” Pete consoled himself in his head.
“Um, no offense, why didn’t Danny stay, and why are you here?” Annon asked uncomfortably, not seeming to notice how badly Pete had improved (improvisation, not improve) his answer.
“Oh, none taken,” Pete answered, relief obvious, “Tricky was also knocked unconscious, so Blondie-,”
“;Please don’t call Opal that. She’s a lot smarter than me, though I hate to admit it. Plus, she’ll kill you if she finds out you called her that,” Annon reluctantly admitted.
“Okay then. Anyway, she took her home, Danny said he was busy, and so here I am!” he joked, smiling, unintentionally showing his long white fangs which clashed so much with his tan skin.
“Aww, thanks Panda!” Annon hugged him quickly.
“Welcome,” he answered, relived again that he didn’t get one of Annon’s infamous bear hugs.
Annon snuck a peak at her at her clock. 7:34 AM. “Just enough time for her to take a long shower, and breakfast,” she thought to herself.
Annon got up, and announced she was going to go get a shower when she felt Pete’s hard grip on her wrist. She sighed, and turned around, assuming that he was going to tell her that her bathroom was totaled too. Obviously not.
“There’s one more thing we have to talk about,” Pete started hesitantly, knowing Annon would bite his head off, “There’s some sort of connection between what happened last night, and” Pete steeled himself, “what happened 5 years ago,”
“I don’t what to talk about that, Pete,” Annon stated coldly, “Not now. Maybe later,” she added, shaking her wrist out of his fist.
“Annon, we have-” Pete was immediately cut off again as she strode out the room purposefully.
She ran up her steps with Pete doggedly in pursuit. She whirled up a thick sheet of ice, and heard a satisfying thunk as Pete hit it.
“Okay, later then! But we have to talk!! We’re being unraveled, one by one!!” Annon continued on toward her bathroom, pretending she couldn’t hear Pete at all, although deeply disturbed by his words. She was pretty sure Pete was done when she seriously couldn’t hear him, but still locked her bathroom door, just in case.
Annon sighed in content as the scalding hot water relaxed her, drowning every worry away, just for that few couple minutes. Annon made a mental note for herself to study aromatherapy as she sniffed her chamomile-scented shampoo.
She sighed again as she just caught the sound of Pete messing around with her guitar. Suddenly, the music stopped and it sounded vaguely like furniture being moved around. “He must be looking for Aly’s old bass,” Annon thought, the thought passing as quickly as fluttering birds.
Annon decided that her shower was over. She dried herself off, and stepped into her bathrobe. She then stomped downstairs to pour herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, or whatever the hell was in her cupboard.
“Oh, Pete! You left your bass here last week, it’s in the closet downstairs!” she called, pausing only for a second to survey the mess of instrument parts and drums, “And clean up your mess here!”
“Ugh, he’s worse than Aly!” Annon muttered to herself.
She walked away, thinking to herself how many people she was suing for wrecking her new house.
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She opened her eyes slowly so as not to make her killer headache even more stellar. She was lying on her pullout couch with her favorite black blanket tossed around her. For a second, she wondered why the heck she was sleeping in her living room. Then she wondered what the weird guttural sound was that she was hearing.
Annon turned in the direction of weird grunting, and was even more surprised to see Pete sprawled on her loveseat, snoring, under an afghan.
“Yo, Pete! Wakey, wakey,” Annon said, unusually gentle, as she prodded Pete’s shoulder. Then she smiled in anticipation for some fun.
“;PETE! WAKE UP!!” She yelled, smirking inwardly as he immediately sprang up, clutching his ears, and banged his head off of her floor lamp. It made her headache throb even more, but that did nothing to dampen her rising spirits.
“Hey, Annon. You know you’ve been out for about 2 days now?” Pete asked, yawning.
Annon swore under her breath as she grabbed her cell phone to check.
“You okay?” Pete asked again, stretching.
“I feel okay, except for a headache,” Annon answered absentmindedly, texting back to her friends that she was alive.
After a few minutes of this, Annon snapped her phone shut. “So, what happened?” she asked.
“You don’t remember?” Pete’s eyebrows shot upward.
“The last thing I remember was Vahn holding me hostage, and then blackout,” Annon looked at Pete expectantly.
“Well, after you fainted,” Pete winced slightly under Annon’s glare at the word ‘fainted’, “Guess-who’s-missing suddenly appeared in the picture, kicked Vahn’s ass, and then he,” Pete stopped himself just in time.
“He what?” Annon questioned suspiciously.
“He uh, brought you here, a-and you slept here for about 2 days,” Pete sputtered out, trying to sound natural. “Well, it is true. Just not the complete truth,” Pete consoled himself in his head.
“Um, no offense, why didn’t Danny stay, and why are you here?” Annon asked uncomfortably, not seeming to notice how badly Pete had improved (improvisation, not improve) his answer.
“Oh, none taken,” Pete answered, relief obvious, “Tricky was also knocked unconscious, so Blondie-,”
“;Please don’t call Opal that. She’s a lot smarter than me, though I hate to admit it. Plus, she’ll kill you if she finds out you called her that,” Annon reluctantly admitted.
“Okay then. Anyway, she took her home, Danny said he was busy, and so here I am!” he joked, smiling, unintentionally showing his long white fangs which clashed so much with his tan skin.
“Aww, thanks Panda!” Annon hugged him quickly.
“Welcome,” he answered, relived again that he didn’t get one of Annon’s infamous bear hugs.
Annon snuck a peak at her at her clock. 7:34 AM. “Just enough time for her to take a long shower, and breakfast,” she thought to herself.
Annon got up, and announced she was going to go get a shower when she felt Pete’s hard grip on her wrist. She sighed, and turned around, assuming that he was going to tell her that her bathroom was totaled too. Obviously not.
“There’s one more thing we have to talk about,” Pete started hesitantly, knowing Annon would bite his head off, “There’s some sort of connection between what happened last night, and” Pete steeled himself, “what happened 5 years ago,”
“I don’t what to talk about that, Pete,” Annon stated coldly, “Not now. Maybe later,” she added, shaking her wrist out of his fist.
“Annon, we have-” Pete was immediately cut off again as she strode out the room purposefully.
She ran up her steps with Pete doggedly in pursuit. She whirled up a thick sheet of ice, and heard a satisfying thunk as Pete hit it.
“Okay, later then! But we have to talk!! We’re being unraveled, one by one!!” Annon continued on toward her bathroom, pretending she couldn’t hear Pete at all, although deeply disturbed by his words. She was pretty sure Pete was done when she seriously couldn’t hear him, but still locked her bathroom door, just in case.
Annon sighed in content as the scalding hot water relaxed her, drowning every worry away, just for that few couple minutes. Annon made a mental note for herself to study aromatherapy as she sniffed her chamomile-scented shampoo.
She sighed again as she just caught the sound of Pete messing around with her guitar. Suddenly, the music stopped and it sounded vaguely like furniture being moved around. “He must be looking for Aly’s old bass,” Annon thought, the thought passing as quickly as fluttering birds.
Annon decided that her shower was over. She dried herself off, and stepped into her bathrobe. She then stomped downstairs to pour herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, or whatever the hell was in her cupboard.
“Oh, Pete! You left your bass here last week, it’s in the closet downstairs!” she called, pausing only for a second to survey the mess of instrument parts and drums, “And clean up your mess here!”
“Ugh, he’s worse than Aly!” Annon muttered to herself.
She walked away, thinking to herself how many people she was suing for wrecking her new house.
On to seven! ----> http://bunnystumph.livejournal.com/4526.html