“Move your ass, woman,” the annoying bastard that was lucky to be alive said when she felt the covers torn free from her body, making her regret her decision not to beat the hell out of him with that two-by-four yesterday when she had the chance.
“Go. Away,” Kristen muttered as she pulled her body into a ball, and when that wasn’t enough, she blindly reached over and grabbed another pillow and pulled it over her body.
“I’m really going to need you to move your ass,” Garrett said as she felt his hands wrap around her ankles.
“I will kill you, you demented son of a bitch!” Kristen bit out, raising the pillow off her head so that she could glare at him, ensuring that he knew just how close she was to beating the hell out of-
“Oh, come on!” she snapped when the man, who’d spent the past three weeks pretending like the last six years never happened, pulled her off the bed.
Before she could work up a proper glare, he was tearing a grunt from her lips as he threw her over his shoulder, turned around faster than her stomach appreciated, and carried her into her bathroom, all while somehow managing not to cower beneath the glare that she was sending his back.
“You have ten minutes,” Garrett said, completely oblivious to just how close he was to becoming another statistic as he shrugged her off his shoulder, placed her on the bathroom counter, and-
“I really hate you,” Kristen mumbled sadly when he tossed her a towel, which hit her in the face before falling to the floor.
“Hurry up, buttercup,” Garrett said, patting her on the head and somehow managing to ignore the murderous glare aimed at him as he made his way to the door.
When the door clicked shut behind him, she sat there for another minute just so that she could glare in his direction until, finally, she’d decided that she was wasting precious time. With that, she climbed off the bathroom counter, angrily snatched the towel off the floor and made her way to the shower, grabbing two more towels along the way before she climbed inside.
Once she was there, she promptly laid down, placed a towel beneath her head before she threw the other two towels over her body, curled up onto her side and closed her eyes with a satisfiedsigh. Within seconds, she felt her body begin to relax as she forgot all about the annoying bastard in the other room and-
Screamed somewhat hysterically when she was hit with ice-cold water a few minutes later, brutally waking her up to find Garrett standing next to the shower, looking bored as he gestured for her to once again move her ass.
“We’re running behind,” he said while she scrambled to turn the hot water on.
“For…?” Kristen asked, still trying to figure out why he was going out of his way to piss her off.
“It’s a surprise,” Garrett said while she reluctantly dragged herself to her feet so that she could stand beneath the spray of hot water while she willed her body to stop trembling.
“Since Easter usually consists of devouring leftover Chinese food in front of the television when I finally drag my ass out of bed, I would say that time wasn’t a factor here,” Kristen mumbled sadly as she took in her soaked Goonies tee-shirt and black flannel pajama pants.
“Change of plans,” Garrett said, making her frown as she looked up to find him grabbing a fresh towel and placed it on the hook by the shower.
“What are you talking about?” Kristen asked, leaning over to grab the wet towels and tossed them in the corner.
“You’re spending the next week camping with me,” came the announcement that had her sighing as she gestured for him to turn around.
“I’m really not, though,” Kristen said, waiting until he was completely turned around before she hooked her thumbs in her pajama pants and pushed them down.
“We had a deal,” he pointed out as Kristen grabbed her soaked pajama pants off the floor and debated throwing them at the annoying bastard.
“We do, which is why I’m willing to overlook the fact that you’re pissing me off,” Kristen said, grabbing hold of the bottom of her shirt and after one last look at his back, she pulled it off and tossed it in the corner with the towels.
“You owe me sixty-nine hours,” he said, making her frown as she pulled her panties off and tossed them in the corner.
“I owe you twenty-four hours, you demented bastard. Where the hell did you get sixty-nine hours?” Kristen demanded as she grabbed the shampoo and squeezed an unholy amount into her hand.
The long-suffering sigh that followed had her left eye twitching. “Four hours leftover from Sunday, two-hour snack fine, three hours for Monday, and then, twelve hours for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, where if I’m going to be honest, you were a bit clingy,” Garrett said, making her left eye twitch double-time.
“First off,” Kristen said as she turned around and tilted her head back so that she could rinse her hair out, “I never agreed to the snack fine. Secondly, did you really just try charging me for annoying the hell out of me for the past week?”
“First off, the snack fine was implied. Secondly, we have a deal that for every two hours that I allow you to use my exquisite body,” Garrett began, ignoring her muttered, “Jesus Christ,” comment, “that you owe me an hour. It’s not my fault that you couldn’t seem to get enough of me.”
“Get enough of you?” Kristen repeated back, shaking her head in disbelief as she reached over and grabbed the bottle of conditioner. “You followed me home Monday night, where you promptly took over my living room, ate everything in my fridge, and then somehow took over my bed.”
“That was followed by hogging the bathroom, stealing my coffee, and then, stealing my muffin, you greedy bastard. Then, when I was trying to work, you stole my snacks and my lunch,leaving me with no choice but to go to the grocery store, where you followed me around, pouting and bitching every five minutes that you were hungry.”
“That somehow ended with you inviting yourself over for dinner, stealing my food when the dog distracted me, and once again, hogging my bed only to be repeated again yesterday with new and interesting ways to piss me off,” Kristen said as she angrily applied conditioner, daring the annoying bastard to do something else to piss her off.
