Chains & Butterflies

Chapter 9: Dancing Spiderman & A New House Guest!

Chapter 9: Dancing Spiderman & A New House Guest

"Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do."

-Michel de Montaigne

Six o'clock: It was early in the morning when I heard the little flying demons starting to wail their morning song. With a swift throw of my shoe, I cut them off as their flock flew from the tree.

Seven o'clock: There was a light knock on my door then a small click. A maid entered and cleaned around my room. She closed the door behind her, carrying with her a pile of clothes. At this time I was fast asleep.

Nine o'clock: My door abruptly flew open. Violet came in rummaging through my draws. She stopped as soon as she found what she was looking for. "I'm borrowing this," she said leaving quickly. I responded with a grunt and turned away.

Ten o'clock: The damn birds came back. Small tapping sounds were made against the windowsill. I think more came with them. Yes, definitely more. As I woke up, I wondered if they might be plotting their revenge on me. Unable to go back to sleep, I lingered in my bed thinking about nothing in particular. Enough time had passed by, that a headache had developed and my body jested for me to finally emerge from my covers.

I yanked out a random black shirt from my closet, put on my dark blue denim jeans that were lying in the bathroom floor along with black cuffed sandal and headed out of the room for some morning fuel. A rhythmic beat played across the hall from my room. She's probably dancing in her underwear again...huh... I reached into my pocket taking out my phone and smirked. My hand quietly turned the nob as the other readily pressed the record button. With my weapon in hand I came closer to Violet's bed, where she was shaking her behind at me, flailing her body with the rhythm of the song. A light bulb appeared over my head, as I set the phone down in an upright position, still recording. The volume is way too high. Perfect.

Like a playing cat and mouse. I roared and pounced on her, pinning her far too easily on the bed face down. She started to scream at the top of her lungs, but the idiot had the volume to high up for anyone to hear her. Tucking both of her arms underneath my thighs I held her head down and poked the back of her head, hard with my index finger. "Don't move or I'll shot." I bellowed out in the best manly voice I could muster.

She instantly stopped thrashing. I thought I'd taught her better about self defense... Apparently she's dumb and forgot. "Nice underwear." Spiderman looked back at me, shooting webs from his hand. Underneath read the line, with great power comes great responsibility. I couldn't help but snicker. My snickering soon turned into fits of laughter. I let go of her head, clutching to my stomach. It allowed her to turn her head and see the 'old pervert' on top of her.

"Evelyn, you bitch!" she yelled as she started thrashing again. She managed to wiggle her way around to face me, and shoved her hands with full force against my chest. I couldn't do anything to deflect her attacks as the song ended. The room flooded with my laughter as she shoved me against the edge of the bed, her legs where now completely free. A grunt came out from within me when she high kicked me off the bed.

It didn't matter I couldn't stop. This was pay back for snickering at me the day before. She was cursing up a storm, as she disappeared into her bathroom. I took this time to steady my own breathing when my fits of laughter took over once more. Violet returned wearing bleached white shorts and my Marvel Girl shirt that I had bought from Six Flags a couple of years ago. "It looks good on you, keep it." I smiled, raising my eyebrow up and down at her.

"Really. Are you sure?" She said pulling on the shirt itself.

My face turned serious as I glared at her. "No you moron, that's my pajama top."