Sweet -N- Sour

Be Cool, Honey Bunch

The songs "Lost In Our Lost" and "Be Cool" are modeled after the songs "Melt Into Me" and "Let Go", which you'll find to the right.  Everyone who has read this far, well thank you, thank you for indulging my nuttiness ;-D

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"Joely," Blaire whispered, hardly able to comprehend what she had just done. Kneeling in the sand, she gently removed the swordfish and tossed it to the side before she cradled her beloved in her arms. "Oh God, Joely?" Ignoring those surrounding her, Blaire kept her gaze on the motionless beauty in her arms.

Appearing out of nowhere, Stacy crouched next to Blaire, a tsking sound emanating from her lips as she looked at Joely. As though to be positively sure that she was no longer alive, she pressed two fingers against the pulse point in the blonde's neck and then sadly shook her head in confirmation. Gently brushing the palm of her hand against Blaire's cheek, Stacy waited until doleful blue eyes focused on her.

Stacy:

I'm proud that you could do what you have done 

Wasn't slaying the paranoid blonde 

Just a little bit fun? 

Now you don't have to deal with all her mistrust 

Put your hand into mine  

And let's get lost in our lust

(Pulling Blaire to her feet and proceeding to do the tango with her around Joely's body)

She never deserved you so don't mourn her death 

Be thankful that she's eternally all out of breath 

Now I will complete you 

You and I shall become us 

C'mon, honey bunch 

Let's get lost in our lust

Unleash all your doubts and give in to me 

The burning desire within can set you free

We'll fit together like a pie tin to crust 

So, please join with me Blaire

(Dipping Blaire low enough that she's nearly eye level with Joely)

Let's get lost in our lust

Wrestling free of Stacy's arms, the brunette kneeled next to her fallen lover, delicately touching her cheek. Though Blaire silently willed her to awaken, golden lashes denied her even a fraction of a blink.

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Harold crouched next to Blaire, saddened eyes glancing toward his fallen ex. Upon parting his lips, he released a heavy sigh.

Harold:

Did it brighten your day 

To knock off my ex-girlfriend 

Did it eradicate your woe 

Like a premium coffee blend 

Be cool... 

You must keep a level head 

Lovely Blaire, honey bunch...whatever -- just be cool

She inhaled deeply, her throat constricting. Joely was dead and there was nothing she could do to change that. Glancing up, Blaire realized that those around her were beginning to vanish. First, the pirates and their ship, then the fishermen (including her mother) along with theirs, Harold and finally Stacy, who gave her a look that she was unable to decipher. As she returned her attention to Joely, the younger woman disappeared as well, leaving her empty handed. Sighing, Blaire lowered her head, tears springing to her eyes.

"How could you kill me? With a fish no less. What an embarrassing way to die."

Nearly jumping out of her skin, the tall woman looked over her shoulder where a recharged Joely stood some five feet away. Hurrying to her feet, Blaire turned to face her, the expression she wore suddenly sheepish.

"I... umm... I didn't kill you. Obviously, I didn't since you're talking to me now. That wasn't real. None of this is," pausing she added, "As for the fish, that's what they gave me to do battle with. I had no choice in the matter."

"Oh, you didn't have a choice and killing me wasn't real. I see." Green eyes flashed with hostility. "Gee, that makes me feel so much better, Blaire!" Needless to say, her voice oozed with sarcasm.

Her guilt over 'killing' Joely forgotten, Blaire's eyes narrowed until they were mere slits. "And just exactly were you attempting to do when you kept swinging that gigantic sword at me, huh? Allow me to remind you that people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, Joely."

The blonde's hands curled into tight fists. "Speaking of, I wish I had a few stones to throw at you now!"

"You know what? Allow me to pull my jeans down, lean over and then you may kiss my ass!" Blaire hurriedly ducked as a coconut flew in her direction. She looked around but didn't see the culprit.

While not paying any attention to the soaring fruit, Joely cattily replied, "Don't get greedy, Blaire. I'm sure your office girlfriend is fully capable of placing a considerable amount of kisses on your ass all by herself! Therefore, you don't need me to do it too." When a coconut struck her leg, she deeply frowned, glancing in the direction it came from. "Who threw a coconut at me?!" She yelled toward the throng of palm trees to her left.

"In case you failed to notice, they threw one at me too." Thoroughly annoyed, an expletive flew from Blaire's mouth when twin coconuts headed straight for her. Though one missed, the other struck her on the shoulder. As she rubbed the sore spot, she caught the smirk that settled on the other woman's lips. Blaire presented her with a scathing look. "Shut up." A hard shell fruit landed at her feet. Luckily, she still wore the steel-toe boots.

"I didn't say anything."

"Now you did, so shut up." Both women ducked when someone rapid fired several coconuts at them. Joely cried out when one of the tough fruits smacked a butt cheek.

"What are they doing?!?"

Realization dawning, Blaire answered Joely's question. "It's not them... if there is a them. It's us. Each time we exchange bickering words, coconuts try to strike us. We have to communicate without animosity."