Who: Aliza and Eddie What: Some poor dude has to take care of a total brat. When: Four years ago ish. Where: The cute apartment they're holed up in. Rating: PG Status: In progress
This was not the way Aliza was accustomed to spending her birthdays. First of all she was supposed to be at home with her parents. Her home was a house, a rather nice large pretty house. That house had recently burned to the ground but that was besides the point. She was supposed to be surrounded by her siblings all fawning over her vying for her attention. She was supposed to have presents, jewelry, her own bed at least. She was at least supposed to have a pretty party dress to wear, a new one from her parents who would give her breakfast in bed and remind her how much they loved her and how their baby was getting so old. Instead she was in this crummy apartment, the sort of apartment her parents would never have let her go near for fear of her getting kidnapped or offered drugs. She was on a smelly drab couch that was no where near clean enough for her tastes but she was tired of sitting on her lumpy bed. The only good thing she had was her pet hedgehog, who was presently resting on her chest looking at her curiously as she looked back at him.
"Baby," she murmured as she pet the prickly little creature who sniffed at her in return. "I know it smells so bad in here. SMELLS SO BAD IN HERE!"
She didn't much care if Eddie heard her, in fact, she wanted him to hear her, hence the emphasis. She wasn't a fan of this fellow she was stuck with. She didn't know him and he didn't even care that the place smelled funny. He didn't care that the furniture was gross and old. He didn't care that she only had four outfits to wear. He didn't care about anything important. It was awful. All she wanted was her parents and he had no sympathy for her or so it seemed. He made her the same food every night and it was always mac n cheese.
"Edward? When is dinner?" she inquired knowing full well you couldn't even whisper in this place without everyone hearing.