Susanna entered her room quietly and locked the door, she looked from side to side. A paranoid habit anyone could have. She tiptoed over to her bed and lifted up her pillow. She then proceeded to take her Diary out from under it. The key to it was placed elsewhere within her room. She dragged a chair to the center of her room and stood upon it so she could reach her ceiling fan, from it she took the taped on key. Susanna then hopped down from the chair and sat down in it. She unlocked the diary and sighed to herself, pulling a pencil out of her pocket.
'Dear Diary,
Today was a pretty good day I would say. I mean, I had a nice time and everything. A certain boy especially stood out today among the idiots, Dylan. What a poser and a prick. I should punch him in his smug little face, and yet...I guess I am jealous of how lucky he is. He has Shula as a matesprit, and he's got good friends.
Why can't I have that? Its not like I am a bad person, I just don't exactly enjoy being told what to do. I don't really put up with a lot either, I guess I haven't really shown the kind of personality that deserves it?
I should at least have a kismesis though!
Argh...maybe I could try and have one with Dylan or Shula? But Shula already has a bunch of lovers and I don't think she needs any more. And Dylan is well, he's my half-brother. Eugh.
I mean, I don't know if it would be okay. Maybe? Dad would flip his shit though, I know mom would definitely be weirded out by it. I can keep it in mind, but I definitely won't act on it just yet.
Then there's the matter of my matesprit. I mean, I have had red feelings for a lot of guys. Its awkward to admit but I think even the simplest kind gesture tugs at my heart. Orion has, and so have a few boys in my class.
I came onto Orion once too...I guess he doesn't feel that way, but maybe I was too sudden? I need to start dropping hints, maybe. A loose shirt? No bra hug? I don't know, that seems more kinky than affectionate. I could try taking him out on a date...
That sounds okay, I can borrow my mom's dress.
I'll be really nervous though, I guess I will be careful.
Oh! Someone is at the door! FUCK!
Got to go!
<> ~ Susanna Harley'
Susanna stashed away the diary underneath her pillow and taped the key back up as quick as she could. She slowly went over and opened the door, to her surprise it was Dylan. He did not look too pleased, but she hadn't the foggiest idea why.
"Oh, its you FUCKASS. What do you want?" Susanna inquired, less than pleased at his arrival.
"Just wonderin' how you felt about a quick snack, li'l sis", the coolkid-in-training said as he held up a bag of potato chips.
"I could go for a BITE to eat, yes. But I DON'T want to share with YOU of all people." She replied.
"I didn't want to be here anyway. I was just minding my own business when mister V came up and threw this to my face, told me to bring it over to you. It's not even my favorite flavor so what do I care?"
"Why would my FATHER tell YOU to bring it over to me?! That makes NO sense."
"That's what I told him, girl. I think he was just in a hurry or something."
"Well FINE. Come on in, and what would HE be in a HURRY about?" Susanna lead Dylan in and closed the door.
"Maybe something about mister C's latest project? I've seen the process, looked like it'd be grand."
"I haven't HEARD about this PROJECT. So what is it?" She sat down on her bed, a hand on her pillow.
"Some game they're working on", Dylan shrugged. His pants sunk down a bit, due to the simple fact that he too had been in a hurry when he was interrupted earlier and had left his belt undone. He didn't notice that, though, instead he noticed that the pillow didn't quite seem right.
"Any idea what the GAME is about then?"
"Nothing you'd like, I guess."
"So why even BRING it UP?" Susanna asked, she noticed Dylan's pants shift slightly, she tried not to inquire as to why.
"You asked."
"Whatever, FUCKASS." She grumbled, "Is that all you had to TALK about?"
"Pretty much", Dylan shrugged. "You?"
His pants dropped another slight distance. It was almost unnoticable, but they did.
"I haven't done ANYTHING today actually...been BORED as FUCK." She rolled her eyes, trying to bluff and lie. Dylan raised a single eyebrow ever so slightly as he stuck his hands in his pockets, hitching his pants back up a few centimeters. Susanna finally asked, "Any REASON your pants are UNBUCKLED?"
"I too was in a bit of a hurry. Sorry 'bout that, sis, I forgot."
Dylan proceeded to adjust his pants and tried to put the belt on right. Unintentionally, Susanna reached a hand to his belt buckle and grabbed onto it.
"Wha-?"
"Uhhmm..." Susanna kept her hand where it was, she wasn't exactly sure how to explain this slip-up, "Sorry....fuckass...?"
"I can do it just fine myself, princess. Thanks for the assist", Dylan quipped in an attempt to hide how awkward he felt about it. Which was not that much -- it was just a belt buckle grab to him.
Susanna pulled her hand back and nodded, she held it to her mouth and tried to hide how confused she felt. She hadn't meant to move her hand there, but she couldn't help it. Maybe her desperation was getting to her. She shook her head and spoke out, "You're welcome..FUCKASS."
Dylan wasn't sure how to process what he saw. To him, it seemed like his little half-sister had just made a simple, confused grab at his belt to help buckle it, but her immediate reaction seemed off to him, somehow. Making sure it was properly buckled up, he straightened out his shirt and gazed at Susanna intriguedly. There was just one word that kept resounding in his mind: "why?"
Susanna stared back at him and raised an eyebrow, she couldn't help but feel like he had something on his mind. She tried not to fidget but her hand on the pillow slipped, sending the pillow off the bed and revealing the diary, to which she responded with a loud and hearty, "FUCK!"
"Just when I'm wondering why you're acting stranger than usual", Dylan smiled, "you go and reveal this. I'm thinkin' the answer's in there, isn't it?"
He put a hand to his chin to look a little more smug. She was flushed red and smacked him across the face.
"Don't even THINK about TOUCHING THAT DIARY FUCKASS!" She shouted loudly.
"Yeah, it's definately in there", Dylan chuckled as he walked backwards out of the room, leaving the bag of chips behind. Once he was out of range, he allowed himself to shiver heavily at the possible implications.
Susanna grumbled and planted her palm directly on her face. She felt she had fucked up heavily, now Dylan knew about her diary and no doubt was going to wonder why the hell she was hiding it. She picked up the pillow and proceeded to doof herself with it. She placed the pillow back down onto the bed and placed her face down on it. Her mind began to wander exactly what it would be like. For a moment she tried to imagine where what had just occured could have led had she been more forceful. Her mind begins to go into dirty places, thoughts flood her mind and she finds herself flushing red but also disgusted with herself for thinking such things. As it continues, the violence in her mind about it begins to fade, the punching becomes more cuddling..the bites into kisses, it all just. She begins to realize her fantasy has taken a flip of quadrants. She wakes up and covers herself as if instinctually.
"Oh...oh holy FUCK what is WRONG with me...?" Susanna asked aloud and rhetorically.
"A lot of things, but being a bitch ain't one of 'em!" Dylan yelled back from the other room, breaking into laughter afterwards.
"SHUT UP FUCKASS!" Her voice cracked as she yelled. She slammed her head back into the pillow with a soft dook.
She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Her mind wandered elsewhere, to her considerations for Orion as a matesprit. For a brief moment it seems nice. A hug, a cuddle, then as it grows dirtier it also becomes much more painful. Sadly thats what happens when someone is as STRONG as him. She begins to twitch and starts to mumble, "ow ow OW OW OW FUCK."
In the other room, Dylan put on his headphones. Whatever that little bitch was doing, he knew he didn't want to know.
Susanna tried to get her mind to something more comforting. She found herself thinking of Carissa, oddly wearing Dylan's shirt. This fantasy was hitting various levels of strange. She couldn't understand it, or why it seemed to be based in the red quadrant. It was certainly curious, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. She yelped a bit before actually falling asleep. Her fantasy finally switched back to something logical, but it ended up going back to painful sexual thoughts of Orion. Needless to say it kept her twitching as she slept.
An unknown amount of time later, Dylan knocked on the door. She shuffled in her bed slightly and didn't want to wake up.
"Five more minutes...fuckass...." she mumbled.
"Sweatman's here to see ya, girl", Dylan called out.
She sat up lazily and rubbed her eyes, "Orion is here...WHY?" She asked.
"Ask him yourself, just get out there."
Susanna headed to her closet and lazily removed her clothes, still half asleep. After she slipped her clothes off she proceeded to put on a pair of tight jeans a tanktop, along with a hat she had in her closet for some time, but never found need for. Then she turned to the door and walked to it, opening the door, and then hugging the figure that stood before her. Nudging at the figure slightly, "Hi Orion..."
Dylan was appropriately dumbstruck, and a little insulted. She moved a hand onto his chest and kissed his cheek.
"Why did you come to visit...?" she inquired, blissfully unaware of who it really was.
Dylan shook off his confusion, then considered his options. He chose to play along a bit, just because Susanna was a bitch who hit him way too often, instead of just telling her that Orion was downstairs. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and, pretending to be Orion, squeezed a bit tightly. As long as she didn't kiss him on the mouth, or worse, he was... reasonably okay with it.
Susanna licked his cheek and pressed herself on him. Her eyes were closed and a smile was across her face. "Don't be too rough on me...okay?" Her voice seemed softer than usual, she even giggled. This was definitely a bit different from her usual self. Increasingly disturbed, Dylan decided to finally break the charade.
"Okay", he said with no effort to disguise his voice whatsoever. If he were to be hit now, he knew to expect it.
Susanna reeled back and opened her eyes, she noticed it was Dylan and flushed red. She raised her hand high in the air and swung at Dylan as hard as she could. "FUCKASS!"
Dylan effortlessly caught the incoming extremity and laughed it off. "Ray's downstairs, sleeping beauty."
"Don't call me that." She grumbled as she turned to the stairs.
Downstairs, Orion wondered what was taking Susanna so long. He overheard some shouting from upstairs and decided to head up and see what it was for himself. He noticed Susanna in an alternate outfit than her usual. Of course the two of them were distracted, and ended up colliding with one another. They fell down the stairs, Orion landed on his back and Susanna fell on top of him shortly after. It hurt him more than her.
"Oh....uh...hello there Sue..." Orion said, a bit out of breath and a sweatdrop on his brow.
"Oh fuck...Hi..uh.. SHIT." She said as she sat up, "You okay?"
Ray moved to get up, and shook his head, "No MAJOR damage..but I am fine otherwise. Thank you for your concern Sue." He stated.
She moved to stand up and ended up slipping, falling back onto Ray. He let out a bit of a groan as she landed right on his groin. A painful place to hit indeed.
"I told you about stairs, guys!" Dylan called out with a grin before absconding into his room. He had a general idea what those two idiots would be up to, and he didn't feel like watching. He'd just exit through the window."
Orion scratched the back of his head and mumbled softly yo himself, beginning to perspire, "Susanna...there is a reason why I came to visit you today, but I don't know if I should say."
"What is it? Come on..you can TELL me!" She pleaded, flushing red as she imagined what it could be.
Orioned felt himself going to blue-green, he tried to avoid eye contact. An easy thing to perform when one wears shades. "I have STRONG feelings for you...of the...well...red persuasion so if you would like t-" He found himself interrupted by Susanna, who had planted a kiss upon his lips to silence him with a big enthusiastic yes. They wrapped their arms around each other and cuddle happily at the bottom of the stairs.