Toy Soldiers {SSoHPKC/Creatures Fan-Fic}

Chapter 3: Squirrels on a Plane

»Merel's POV«

"I DON'T WANNA WAKE UP! LET ME DIE IN PEACE!" Sophia yelled at me, well yelled in her pillow.

"C'mon we have a flight to catch!" I spoke knowing she'd ignore it.

She continue to complain. "I wanna go die in a hole and you're worried about a stupid flight?"

I had been standing in the doorway telling her to get up for about seven or eight minutes. She refused to and just laid there like a dead fish. That's it, she's getting up wether she likes it or not.

I walked to the kitchen and back. Not too fast that she wouldn't notice I left, but not too slow that she would fall back asleep. Once I got back to my spot in her doorway I offered her one more chance to surrender.

"Are you sure you don't wanna get up?" I asked with a sort of taunting tone.

She simply replied with "Yes."

Silly Sophia. She's known me for ten years, she should know better...

I stepped across her carpet carefully, setting a glass down on her dresser. Then I threw her sheets back and started tickling her until she fell on the floor laughing.

"Stop!" She yelled through her giggling.

I began laughing too and fell to the floor next to her. We both giggled like little kids, trying to catch our breathe. Then we began to settle down, and she turned into a sour puss again.

"You gonna get up now?" I asked.

"Nope." She replied. "I'm going back to bed and there's nothing you can do about it."

She began to stand up and head for the comfort of her pillows and mattress.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Not a thing."

I stood up and grabbed the glass of water off her dresser. By now she had already gotten back in her sheets. Her eyes had already been shut as I held the glass tauntingly above her.

"Still sure?" I joked as she opened her eyes.

She replied full of shock. "You wouldn't!"

"You have to take a shower anyways." I said following it up with a devilish laugh.

"Fine," She moaned. "I'll get up but give me that! I'm parched like nobody's business!"

I handed her the glass. "I know on the inside you feel like shit, but make sure you look nice. We haven't seen Seamus in a year and a half."

"Anything else mom?" She nagged as I began to go for the door.

"Yeah. Your room's a mess. What happened to the Squirrel that had OCD and cleaned constantly?"

I've called her "Squirrelly" or "Squirrels" almost as long as I've known her. She always giggled or smiled for a split second whenever I addressed her by that nickname.

"She got run over by a truck!" She shouted at me as I walked down the hall.

»Later«

"Flight 203 to Denver now boarding"

I looked to my phone; 3:50PM. Sophia was quick to her feet and I soon followed. Even though she was dying inside, she always puts a smile on in public.

Sophia had always been the cute, pretty one. I wasn't jealous in the least bit though. I don't really like to be "cute" or "girly". Neither does she, but it comes naturally to her. Her hair is red as an apple, but she lets highlights of a light honey brown, her naturally hair color, shine threw. Her eyes are hazel and she's short or, as she says, fun sized. Sophia is one of the curviest people I've ever met. It almost looks like someone pinched her waist because of how small it is compared to her full hips. She always wears her glasses that have large frames, like a hipster, and ninety percent of the time her headphones are around her neck. Today she wore black DC shoes with neon pink laces and jeans that had holes in the knees. A red denim jacket that only reached mid-way down her arms covered a black tank top and feather earrings hung low along her semi-curly hair. It was complete with a studded belt, hair bands wrapped around her wrists and two silver keys hanging from her neck; the whole get-up a typical outfit for Sophia.

I, on the other hand, am a punk and a scrapper, but for some reason I was always the one that got good grades. My hair was cut "emo" with a color that got many looks; black with neon green streaks. I hate my natural hair color of brown so much so that I even dye my eyebrows black. My skin is pale with very dark brown eyes and bright red lips. I wore tall black boots with a short, flowing black skirt. A shredded black shirt with a red tank top underneath was mostly covered by my leather jacket. My belt was black as well and it had a skull and cross bones as a buckle. I wore about five or six necklaces, short and long, and Betsy Johnson earrings. Also a typical outfit for me.

We found our seats on the plain. Sophia was loud around people that she trusted, but in public, around strangers, she was practically a mute. I didn't want to force her to sit in the isle and be bumped into by strange people for almost four hours, so she took the window. Her head was leaned against the glass as she looked out onto the runway.

"Bunny boo," I said grabbing her attention.

"What?" She groaned as she turned her head to look at me.

"I know you feel like shit,"

"Yes I do." She interrupted.

"But," I sighed looking at her. "We are going to visit Seamus, and once you get back your starting your new promotion, and we only have a month left until Charlotte is back home. So smile cause it could be worse."

"I don't wanna be happy."

"Smile, for me." I batted my eye lashes.

"No." She replied stubborn.

"Please?"

"I'm physically incapable of smiling anymore."

I put my pointer fingers on her mouth forcing her to smile. When I pulled my hands back she just looked at me disappointed and depressed.

"Smile damn it!" I demanded.

She laughed a little and a small smile appeared for a second on her soft face.

"See, you can smile. And who knows! Maybe you'll meet someone in Colorado! Maybe even one of Seamus' friends." I said nudging her arm. 

"I highly doubt it. All his friends are out of my league. Why would they like my ugly face?" She pouted.

I sighed. "You're gorgeous and don't ever think otherwise."

"No I'm not!" she protested and then ended the conversation by quickly putting her headphones on and cranking her music so loud I could hear it. Three hours and forty-five minutes of this? It's gonna be a long flight... 

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-Meryl <3