Barbie Transformation

Retarded Barney

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"Let’s have lunch, shall we?" Hunter offers, breaking the tension when everyone agrees. I take Hunter's hand as we follow Carol into the kitchen. When I turn around to ask James if he likes spaghetti, he's nearly two meters away from me, keeping his distance.

He looks at me cautiously and walks a little slower. When we all reach the table, I take a seat next to Hunter and across from James which leaves Carol to sit in front of Hunter.

Carol hands the plates to everyone but she gives me a plastic plate with a Barney face on it. I frown, "Why do I get the plastic one?" I complain and Carol rolls her eyes, "I don’t want another plate broken; remember the last two you broke?"

I sheepishly grin and take the retarded Barney plate from her. We individually serve some spaghetti.

The tension in the room is high so I awkwardly cough, "So Cow, what do you do for a living?" I ask and James looks up at me in annoyance, "My name is James, I'm human not a grass-eating mammal. But to answer your question, I'm a business man. I own a few hotels in the area." He explains and I nod. He's probably rich: that would explain the suits he always wears and his formal language.

"So how much do you earn from that? One million? Ten million? I bet you have your own butler and a castle. Ooh, you probably have a stable of cows too!" I state and Carol gives me a look, "Emmerson." She warns me and James shakes his head, "It's alright. I earn enough. I do have a butler, his name is Charlie but I don’t have a castle. And, uh, I don’t think cows stay in stables..." He corrects me and I scoff, "You probably do." I retort and my mother sends me a glare so I sigh and ease the conversation a little, "Since you don’t have a castle or anything....I thought you'd live in a stable."

Everyone stares at me.

"Why would I live in a stable?" James asks me incredulously and I roll my eyes, "Because-,"

"So James, do you live in Rivendale?" Hunter interrupts and sends me a pleading look telling me to be a little nicer.

Hunter's right. I am being an innocuous bitch. I guess some part of me is trying to build angry walls against him so what Max did to me won’t happen to me again; I need to prove that I'm strong willed and fierce. I will not tolerate another abusive father.

I understand I'm being a little judgemental but how can I help it? I'm trying to prevent something awful that might or might not happen.

"Yes. I've been living here for two years or so. Before that I lived in New York. It's kind of been a boomerang experience; going to New York, coming back to Rivendale. It all depends on my business. I have a few hotels in New York, too." He clarifies and I scowl.

Rich Prick.

There I am...being all judgemental again...

I transfer my attention to my spaghetti. I've shaped the spaghetti pasta around Barney's head to give him hair. He suits it. This could be his wife...