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I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing

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SPOV

I am an evil genius. I am a wicked mastermind. I am a sinful fiend. I am the mother fucking Harley Quinn of Pine Bridge. No, fuck that. I'm the Joker of Pine Bridge! Or I could be the Poison Ivy, or Catwoman, or the Riddler, or Mr. Freeze, or Killer-Croc, or Firefly or-

Or maybe I should just go and open my box.

I did a happy little skip-step towards my precious crates, but was suddenly jerked back roughly. My eyes shot up to look at Justin, who's hand was tightly wrapped around my upper arm. He smiled at me apologetically and dropped his hand, but it was still wrapped firmly around my wrist.

I sighed loudly, "Oh hot damn. What is it now?"

"Don't go touch those things, what if one of them bites you?" he asked, eyeing the cages, like one was going to fucking pop out and attack.

"Then I'll DIE," I told him dryly with a roll of my eyes.

"If one of them-"

"Chillax Justy-boy. They're not real," I told him, hoping to appease him so he would let go of my wrist.

"But look at that one! It's moving!" he pointed at one of my little precious's, who was in fact moving. Sigh. He's so fucking needy. I wonder if all caregivers feel this way…

"They have sound and motion sensors in them. They're trained to move at loud annoying sounds like your voice, and also when people get close. Their main utilization is in haunted houses and Halloween stores, and the drama geeks are starting to get into them as well," I paused so I could take a quick breath, "you may occasionally see them in low-budget films."

"Oh."

I rolled my eyes and abruptly wrenched my hand away from him. Fuck, that hurt, I pouted as I rubbed my wrist gently.

"I'll sue your ass for domestic abuse, how 'bout them apples?" I mumbled to myself quietly.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"How did you get them?" he asked curiously, peering inside over my shoulder.

"My step-brother works in manufacturing," I murmured distractedly. Upon closer inspection, they looked extremely life-like, but once you held one in your hand, it was pretty obvious that it wasn't real. Stupid bitch won't know the difference.

I mentally gave myself a nice big pat on the back. I, and I'm sure most others, assumed outdoing myself is an impossible and unachievable goal, but I guess I am just that amazing.

"You have a step brother!" he asked incredulously.

"So fucking nosy. Yes, James, he's twenty-seven, lives in Chicago, and is married to a nice woman named April. Now, help me carry these in, I don't want anyone to overhear just in case the evidence points back to us, then I'll explain my plan."

"Fuck. I'll probably end up getting put in prison as an accessory," he mumbled under his breath, and I just grinned back at him.

"They'll be way too busy looking for Pedro Cantini to even consider you as a suspect," I reassured him.

Once all the crates and the other boxes I ordered were placed in the apartment and safely out of view, I plopped down on the couch, totally exhausted. Justin sat down next to me and looked at me expectantly.

"Can we eat first? Exercising is hard work."

After we had ordered two of everything from some little Chinese restaurant, Justin sat down.