Thread: Going Down? (Traveler & Charlotte)

Will you just leave me alone? He turned towards Vanessa, angry that she was bringing their disagreement into the lobby. He wondered what condition he was going to find his apartment in when he returned. Would she be the type to shred all his clothes and break every applieance he owned? Probably. She was fiery in every sense of the word. He wondered why he ever found her beddable. Well, beddable was one thing, but someone to share his home with? He must have gotten a temporary case of 'the stupids'. Then he saw Vanessa's eyes go dark, like a demon on Supernatural, and he turned to see what had caught her attention. There, standing with a cookie in her mouth, was that cute retro neighbor he had been noticing of late. She looked back at Nessa with wide, stricken eyes, and it seemed like time was mired in molasses. He looked at the neighbor, then back at Vanessa, then back again and his eyes met hers. Jacob blinked. It felt like the moment before the tidal wave struck, when everything is at a low roar and time seems to move at a super slow speed. He felt like he could see every strand of hair in both women's head, and each heartbeat was a deep, loud thrum in his chest. What are you doing here?! Vanessa shrieked. Jacob turned towards her, sensing horrible things in the immediate future. The neighbor sounded like she was choking, then Vanessa hurled the trivet at her head and time moved once again at it's normal speed. He heard the girl say that she lived there, which made sense to him, after all, she was their neighbor! He saw the insanity flash in Vanessa's eyes as she paused to consider her next move, and he grabbed her by the shoulders to push her against the wall. Stop this! What the fuck do you think you're doing? He pinned Vanessa hard, and in an instant he saw her angry eyes flashing with lust. She had switched over just that quickly. Triple fuck. Normally that look meant good times sore and worn out times, but good. This time... he knew it meant trouble. It's her! Vanessa whirled her gaze over to Olivia. You did this! You, with your oh-so-innocent talk and your stupid walks! You did this! You drove him from me! What the hell are you talking about? Jacob didn't dare let her go, but he glanced over at Olive and shook his head. She has nothing to do with this. This is about you and your cat and - NO! No! It's her! She's always talking about you. Handsome Neighbor checking the mail, and Handsome Neighbor walking me to dry cleaner. YOU! You're Handsome Neighbor! She screeched and tried to stomp her stiletto heels into his feet, her slim hands clenched into violent little pummeling tools and her accent coming through more heavily. Jacob drew back slightly, realization starting to sink in. Was she... was his neighbor the incompetent, out-dated trollop Vanessa was always complaining about? He turned to look at her. The front of her blouse had a few cookie crumbs on it, and she looked so innocent and naive standing there, a frozen concoction in one hand and a bag of goodies in the other. How could this be the tyrannical bitch that had been ruining Vanessa's screen time on the weather channel? He pushed her back once more before releasing her. Three days. Get the fuck out by three days, and I swear to god that if you bother her or anyone else in this building I'll back them up in court. We're done.