Author: VintageManniqueen PM
June and Chloe's questionable interactions. To be continued...Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - June C. & Chloe - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,040 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 06-28-12 - Published: 06-11-12 - id: 8208036
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"What's cookin, good looking'?" Chloe inquired as she flounced into the kitchen, several layers of ornamental chains around her neck clinking together.
June smiled brightly. "Oh, I don't know. I thought I'd grab some stuff and mix it all together and see what I can come up with!"
June frowned at her uninterested roommate, who at that moment, was slowly turning in a backwards circle, trying to locate the source of a tickle on the back of her leg. She looked mostly like a confused dog chasing its tail.
"There's a, um. Piece of tulle. Hanging off the back of your dress," She offered dejectedly.
Chloe growled and slid the straps of the dress over her skinny shoulders and the entire fluffy ensemble dropped to the floor. "The devil should not buy Frauda," she muttered, lifting a simple black a-line dress from its crumpled nest on the couch.
"I was going to ask you if you-"
"Ciao!" Yelled Chloe as the door slammed behind her. The thud made June flinch and burn her left pinky on a sauce pan.
"Mother of!" She sucked her injured finger into her mouth and stood sulking amidst the aroma of burning food for several minutes, staring at the door.
"I've never seen Chloe eat dinner at home, and we've been neighbors for…" Eli ticked the years off on his fingers.
"You scared the bejesus out of me," June mumbled, turning to run her hand under the cool water of the faucet.
"That's the… " He counted his fingers again. "Sixth time I've heard that, or some variation, today.
"Of course," he added, "Some of those were work-related."
June rolled her eyes. "Are you always such a creep?"
Eli smirked appreciatively. "Are you always so hard up for Chloe?"
"UGH, Eli. Really?"
He tapped his head with two fingers. "I know a thing or two, June. Been there, saw that. Why don't you have a little chat with Robin?"
June turned off the stove eyes and tossed a pan into the sink with force. "You know what Eli, I've had it with you. All of you! And I'm NOTHING like Robin, she's NUTS!"
"The definition of insanity is to repeat the same action over and over, expecting a different result. How many times have you asked (or attempted to ask) Chloe to do something with you, such as eat a questionable dinner at home?"
"YOU'RE QUESTIONABLE!" June bellowed as she slammed the window and stormed into her bedroom.
She threw herself onto her Ikea mattress with a huff, roughly nuzzling her face into Mr. Tusk, a stuffed elephant named more for the Fleetwood Mac song she'd played in high school band than the fact that he was an elephant.
"What do you think, Mr. Tusk?"
Speaking from the corner of her mouth in a high-pitched and cartoonish voice, "I think you're pathetic," she answered to herself, gesturing with the elephant's limbs.
She blew a strand of hair from her face, catching the scent of her breath as she did so. Ugh, no wonder Chloe didn't want to be around her.
But why did she want to be where Chloe was so badly? What was so fucking special about her? June had never wanted to share space with another human being, except for maybe…. No. If she thought about him, and that birthday cake debacle, it just brought her thoughts back to Chloe.
"I don't even know," she sighed. "It's all just… Questionable."
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