#Cinderella2014

#chapterEight - #relationshipTroubles

Elizabeth's POV
"So, are you up for the challenge?" I ask.
What is life?
"I dunno," Ash mumbles "Don't think Hunter'll be able to survive."
"Aw, c'mon," I throw my hands into the air. "Live a little, woman!"
Everyone murmurs in agreement.
"Fine, fine, fine fine fine."
The rest of the girls and I are sitting on the carpeted floor of a room in Castle DunBroch.
What is life, anyway?
What makes -
"Listen to this: from Nicki Minaj: Twerking is an art and I'm the Picasso. #hoFoLife!"
Jeez.
How was Twitter made, anyway?
I wanna make my own.
"So where are we going?" Cinderella brushes her pristine glass shoes.
Why aren't they broken yet? Not even just a little bit?
I blink.
"Despicable Me."
"Why?"
"Super Silly Fun Land!"
***
Don't worry, still Liz's POV
"So we agreed Despicable Me because of Super Silly Fun Land," Snow says eagerly, checking out the spare iPhone 6 that Naomi happened to have.
Along with a few more.
Few meaning sixteen.
"We really should have thanked Merida for the extra carriage," she adds.
"Plus two teeny weeny little challenges," Ash presses her thumb and index finger together. "One: no kisses, no hugs, no sharing meals."
"Or fluids."
"Lizzy!"
"Just saying. No bodies in other bodies allowed!!"
"Liz!"
"What? I'm just telling them the rules we made up."
"And two: you have to do something in public that makes you look like enemies," Cinderella looks over Snow's shoulder at the i6.
"Like not share fluids."
"Liz!"
"And none of the other couples must see you," Ash adds.
"Fail and be forced to walk around with A: ice in your pants-"
"What?" Ethan narrows his eyes at me.
"Oh, trust me, I will do it. B: permanent residence at the house of shame. A.k.a. We leave you on the road to fend for yourself, and all the animals get to-"
"Liz!" Everyone goes at the same time.
"What? What?"
"What Liz means is the macaroni cheese salad necklace I made back in Third Grade. It's rotting and smelly. And for goodness sakes, just for two weeks!" Naomi sighs, never letting her eyes leave the phone in front of her.
"Wait... macaroni cheese salad?" Ash asks.
"Yes. You deaf?" I roll my eyes.
***
Yes, yes, still Liz's POV, you know it.
"So which one are we going on?" I ask. Ethan puts his arm around me.
"Any one you're going on."
Ethan's voice is just so awesome.
I point. "That one!"
Ethan shakes his head.
"Too many twists and turns."
"Aw, c'mon," I throw my hands into the air. "Live a little, man!"
"Okay, okay."
I drag him over to the queue.
"Yup, you seem tall enough. You're a little... short."
"Taller than you," he rests his chin on my head.
"Ow! Your pinchin is killing my brains!"
He laughs as we step forward.
"Two, please," we say in unison.
"Ah, for the lovebirds," the ticket guy reaches for the machiney thingy.
"Nope," I say. "This is my husband, Cole Cane, and I'm Mary Jane Uwana. Popular name in my parts."
Ethan joins in. "Mary Jane here's pregnant with our third set of triplets. We had to leave Ghetto, Weed and Dagger-"
"And Gun, Drug and Alcohol-"
"At home with our oldest child, Mary Jane junior. She should be about... fifty, now? The kids didn't want to -"
I grin. "Watch us exchange fluids! We do it a lot. It's fun." I nod.
The ticket guy raises an eyebrow and hands us the tickets. We burst into a fit of giggles as we reach the little ride cart.
"His... Face..." I can barely breathe.
Then my smile fades and I clutch Ethan's hand as the metal seatbelt glides down onto my lap.
I'm terribly afraid of heights, and I tell myself that on every ride I go on.
And then I see a cool-looking one and I jump on.
And when it starts I tell myself I'm terribly afraid of heights...
Why does metal smell like blood? And blood tastes like metal?
Don't ask me how I know what metal and blood taste like.
Uuughhh.
The cart makes a horrible rocking noise and begins to slowly ride up the rails.
I feel like the Five Nights at Freddy's bear is hacking my breadbasket open with an ax.
Not like I've played Five Nights at Freddy's before.
The cart stops at the top point of the ride and I close my eyes and prepare my vocal cords for maximum velocity screaming.
What does velocity mean agai-
The cart plunges down and my mouth automatically flies open, shooting out every form of scream and cuss word I know.
Ethan has his free hand in the air, his mouth curled into a hugimongous smile.
I can feel it in my gut.
My flying gut.
My gut that has been personally removed from my body and thrown onto the ground and run over by a billion cars.
And every ounce of pain it's feeling, I'm feeling it fifty times worse.
After five lifetimes and seventeen forevers the ride stops and I run out to go puke into a a bush.
Then I see a really cool-looking ride and Ethan and I jump in...
And five lifetimes, seventeen forevers, and ten minutes later, I'm puking into a bush.
Declan's POV
She's ignoring me.
She's ignoring me because whatever phantom is inside Twitter has possessed her and now her soul is a bunch of-
"Ooh, new Tweet from another major celebrity! Hey, Lilly, tell Colleen I said hi. Hey, Colleen, tell Miranda I said hi." (AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you understood that, you're nothing but awesome.)
She can't even-
"Nope, sorry, Ty, can't come for Grammy Ceremony #gotCaughtUp, Man! Sad face emoji."
"Naomi," I say, taking hold of her hands.
"Uh-Uh?"
"I feel like... I feel like... you're ignoring me."
Then I widen my eyes to show that this is the pretend enemy shiz.
But, of course, it means something.
To me, at least.
All she cares about now is Twitter.
"Babe," she sighs, widening her eyes to show she gets the fake fake message.
But she doesn't know the truth.
"You seem so caught up in... your work. I'm so tired of sitting at home waiting for you to come home."
"Listen," she murmurs. "I... there's someone else."
"What?"
"I - Declan, we-" she slides her hand into mine. I weave it out. "Don't touch me!"
"Declan. Declan, please," her face scrunches up and her eyes fill with crocodile tears.
"I thought I meant something to you," I laugh. "I guess, I was wrong. Don't bother calling me until you die."
I speedwalk away.
"Declan!" she calls, chasing me.
Good Ol' Ash's POV
~A WHILE BACK~
"Katherine!" I call, running towards the oversized domestic prison warden.
The oversized face of domestic violence.
The readheaded devil who raised me.
"What are you doing here?" I yell. "How did you get here?"
She looks at me, murmurs, and vanishes.
"Ethan! Ethan! Did you see that?"
"See what?"
"Katherine, you fool!"
_____EndOfChapter____
Sorry for the long long long wait. Nice to know I still got more readers even though I'm a douche for neglecting you for so long and leaving you with such a short chapter.
Working on your extra-long XMas surprise!
"I dunno," Ash mumbles "Don't think Hunter'll be able to survive."
"Aw, c'mon," I throw my hands into the air. "Live a little, woman!"
Everyone murmurs in agreement.
"Fine, fine, fine fine fine."
The rest of the girls and I are sitting on the carpeted floor of a room in Castle DunBroch.
What is life, anyway?
What makes -
"Listen to this: from Nicki Minaj: Twerking is an art and I'm the Picasso. #hoFoLife!"
Jeez.
How was Twitter made, anyway?
I wanna make my own.
"So where are we going?" Cinderella brushes her pristine glass shoes.
Why aren't they broken yet? Not even just a little bit?
I blink.
"Despicable Me."
"Why?"
"Super Silly Fun Land!"
***
Don't worry, still Liz's POV
"So we agreed Despicable Me because of Super Silly Fun Land," Snow says eagerly, checking out the spare iPhone 6 that Naomi happened to have.
Along with a few more.
Few meaning sixteen.
"We really should have thanked Merida for the extra carriage," she adds.
"Plus two teeny weeny little challenges," Ash presses her thumb and index finger together. "One: no kisses, no hugs, no sharing meals."
"Or fluids."
"Lizzy!"
"Just saying. And it counts with protection, by the way."
"Liz!"
"What? I'm just telling them the rules we made up."
"And two: you have to do something in public that makes you look like enemies," Cinderella looks over Snow's shoulder at the i6.
"Like not share fluids."
"Liz!"
"And none of the other couples must see you," Ash adds.
"Fail and be forced to walk around with A: ice in your pants-"
"What?" Ethan narrows his eyes at me.
"Oh, trust me, I will do it. B: permanent residence at the house of shame. A.k.a. We leave you on the road to fend for yourself, and all the animals get to-"
"Liz!" Everyone goes at the same time.
"What? What?"
"What Liz means is the macaroni cheese salad necklace I made back in Third Grade. It's rotting and smelly. And for goodness sakes, just for two weeks!" Naomi sighs, never letting her eyes leave the phone in front of her.
"Wait... macaroni cheese salad?" Ash asks.
"Yes. You deaf?" I roll my eyes.
***
Yes, yes, still Liz's POV, you know it.
"So which one are we going on?" I ask. Ethan puts his arm around me.
"Any one you're going on."
Ethan's voice is just so awesome.
I point. "That one!"
Ethan shakes his head.
"Too many twists and turns."
"Aw, c'mon," I throw my hands into the air. "Live a little, man!"
"Okay, okay."
I drag him over to the queue.
"Yup, you seem tall enough. You're a little... short."
"Taller than you," he rests his chin on my head.
"Ow! Your pinchin is killing my brains!"
He laughs as we step forward.
"Two, please," we say in unison.
"Ah, for the lovebirds," the ticket guy reaches for the machiney thingy.
"Nope," I say. "This is my husband, Cole Cane, and I'm Mary Jane Uwana. Popular name in my parts."
Ethan joins in. "Mary Jane here's pregnant with our third set of triplets. We had to leave Ghetto, Weed and Dagger-"
"And Gun, Drug and Alcohol-"
"At home with our oldest child, Mary Jane junior. She should be about... fifty, now? The kids didn't want to watch us-"
I grin. "Exchange fluids! We do it a lot. It's fun." I nod.
The ticket guy raises an eyebrow and hands us the tickets. We burst into a fit of giggles.