Sittin' on the couch, yay! While meeting strange people, boo!
I was minding my own buisness, really, sitting on the Summers person's couch, some pajama's that were way too big for me, since I am a short person, socks, and my damp hair passed my shoulders. Hair is wet, thats what happens when a person takes a shower. Shock!
AS my lids droped downward, Elmer Fudd tried yet again to catch that pesky 'wabbit', Buggs, on the semi-blaring televison screen. Mike was with Spike, ahem, and i was here. Alone. Leaning against the sofa's arm, when I hear a creek at the back door. Spraning off the couch, my feet hit the carpet, as I peer into the kitchen, my eyebrows furrowing. So, I did what any sensible person would do; I walked into the kitchen.
It was dark, since really, most people would be asleep at this hour. No, not me. And..her for some reason. She was tall, pale with rosy cheeks, flushed cheeks, possibly by the autumn wind out there, her hair was golden with wavey tresses spiraling down a inch above her waise. Overgrown, yet frail, she looked no older than thirteen in the dull light of the kitchen.
Which, knowing me, I brought an end to.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask, turning on the ivory switch, blinking by the unexpectant false light.
She said nothing, as she leaned against the door, frozen in her tracks. Like a deer being caughtin a trap, or something.
"C..C..Court..n..ney!" She replies, too meekly. Like she was a frightened elephant, and I was a measily mouse she could step on, yet terribly afraid of. Sad.
"Well, C..C...Courtney!" I say, mimicking her stuttering rudely. "What.Are.You.Doing.Here?" I punchuate my words slowly, as if she were mentally chalanged. She probably was, by the looks of her. I was being mean to the obviously shy girl, avoident more clearly, but I was about to go to sleep! I can be cranky if I fucking want too!
She furrows her brows, as her eyes somewhat got darker, as in a look that says; I'm going to kick your ass, bitch. Look kinda thing. Yeah. "I.Live.Here." She mimicks me back, punchuating her words in the sentance, resting her bondy pianist hands on her equally bony hip. Daringly. She was soft toned, still shy, and unsure.
But, to my surprise, she has a backbone? Damn.
"Okay, Princess Diana." I state, refeering to her english accent. "I guess you're the Courtney Mike said Spike was goin' all on about?" I say, tucking some hair behind my ear. Mike told me about this unconvential offspring of sorts, a stupid idiot would get that this was the daughter of William the bloody. "I should so tell your dad that his only daughter was out-and-about..doing God knows what." I snap at her, mostly having someone to pick on. If I stay here, it'll be fun to pick on her!
So fun.
"You have no idea who my dad is, you bint!" She hisses at me, sneering, leaning over some as her own arms were crossed against her chest.
"Spike."
"...Bollucks."
I rolls my eyes. Brittish people, with their odd cuss words, and odd phrases. 'I'm going to the loo, then, ol' chap!' Foreigners. So predictable.
She huffed, groaning. "Does everyone know my dad? Is he like, embasedor or..what not?" She asks, mostly to herself I think, she is Drusilla's daughter. Explains it. Predictable.
She continues.
"And 'sides, my dad is probably busy..anyway." She adds, her voice lowering at this. I guess she was lacking the attention factor, I knew she just reuninted with him, so I could sympathize her feeling out of place. Yet, I never had a real father, so I wouldn't know what that would mean. Or something.
"He talks about you to Mike alot." I say, leaning against the door frame. "He seems fond of ya?"
"I don't want him to be fond of me, ducks." She says, glaring at me some. "S'none of your buissness anyway, so do good and shut up." Wow, someone had PMS issues. She glared at me, and walked off to where I'd think would be her room. I was supposed to be the mean one!
She does have spine...but, she's still my punching bag, so I will survive.
After the drama queen left to go to bed, I went back onto the couch and turned it onto Jerry Springer. If Spike or Mike asked about her, I'd lie and tell them she was drinking some water.
Courtney's still going to be my own personal punching bag. Ahh..good times.