Young Writers Society

"Well, that's great to know, your a freak." she said.

"Plenty of men work in constuction, it's not that big of a deal, Katy." he growled at her.

"Well then again, your not 'plenty of men.'" she snorted. "And your not tearing out my floors." she said.

"Oh, grow up." he said.

"I already have." she said. "This body doesn't come around on six year olds you know." she said.

When he didn't reply, and bite her bait she looked at him. "I'm gonna take a shower, I think your dog gave me fleas!" she shouted, over the sander and saw.
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17 minutes later...

Katy was getting out of the shower, she had just grabbed the towel when the door burst open, she quickly held the towel close to her chest and let it cascade all the way down to her knees.

"What are you doing?!" she shouted when Tyrel came it.

He had a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'm sorry, were you taking a shower?" he asked.

"You damn well know it. Your an arrogent bastard." she said.

"And YOUR a crazy bitch, we're the perfect match." he said rolling his eyes.

"Get out!" she said.

"No, you were taking too long, I need to brush my teeth." he said.

"That gives you no right to come in here!" She growled.

"It's my house too." He replied pushing past her and brushing his teeth.

"UGH!" She screamed storming out of the room.

"Your got a big ass." He laughed.

"YOU...YOU....UGH!" She screamed slamming the bathroom door.

"She's touchy." He laughed to Belle who was sitting at his feet. He tossed her a treat and then walked otu of the door. She yelled at him again sense she wasn't completely dressed but he ignored her as he walked into the living room.

She ran out throughing things at him again, she was getting angry, he kept coming in, she was wearing a black and pink bra and jeans.

"Do you have an type of respect?" she asked.

"I don't love you, you don't love me. I don't have any respect for you." he admitted.

It had finally dawned on her, he didn't love her... she didn't love him.

"Well, at least now I know you don't stuff." he said eyeing her bra.

She growled at him and muttered an insult.

"Come on, you can do better then that." He grinneed at her. She glared at him and stormed to the bedroom. He laughed loudly and she screamed in aggravation. She stormed back out of the room her hands on her hips.

"Doesn't she look like a mean ol' school marm, Belle?" He laughed as he started to rip up the floor boards so he could get to the pipes.


*tears*

Katy looked at him pulling a shirt over her head and saw what he was doing.

"Don't touch those floorboards, Tyrel." she ground out.

"Or else what? Princess?" he asked.

"Or else, I'm going to stab you while your sleeping." she growled.

"Yeah, right..." he kept pulling the floorboards.

She had completely had it! She ran up behind him jumping on his back. "I said knock it off!!!" she shouted.

"Your crazy!" he shouted.

He felt her pound his back and he grabed grabbing her arms and yanking her off his shoulders.

"Listen up, woman. Their no way we'll be able to replace the pipes without pulling these boards up." He hissed.

"I don't care! Find a way without ruining my floors!" She glared. He frowned, she wasn't going to give up.

"Alright, how about a compramise?" He managed to growl.

"Like what?" She hissed.

"I'll take these boards up carefully so they aren't unhurt so I can put them back down for you. But you let me cover them with seal so that Belle can't tear them up."

She glared at him, she wanted to cut his throat! He was driving her mad. She'd only been married to his for two days! Two days, and she wanted to kill him.

"Fine." she growled.

"Fine." he said in a chipper voice.

"Fine!" she said.

he grinned. "Fine." he said. "Now, get outta my hair and go start packing." he said.
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She went into the other room and started grabbing things to put in her suitcase. She wanted to finally get away this house had too many memories in it, yes, it was her childhood house, when he mother was still alive, and she didn't want some stranger of a husband ruining the enitre place.

Tyrel rolled his eyes and pulled as few of boards out and then started work on the pipes.

"Aren't you packing?" She demanded from above him.

"I'll get to it after I finish this. I'm gonna have some friends come in and finish the floor. Don't worry, it'll look the same. Just never change." he replied. "The seal will make them look the same, but it'll protect them."

"They better!" She growled storming away. He laughed and tightened up a few bolts. He then climbed back out and nailed the boards down. He called his friend then packed up his clothes.

They argued the entire time to the airport and they argued about the window seat, of course Tyrel won. By the time they were on the plane, Katy had fallen asleep, not getting much sleep at the house and she'd rather sleep before they got there, the sun was probably going to be shining brightly. She wondered what Tyrel was thinking.... not that she cared....

Tyrel slept on the plane until the sun came up. When it had come up he just watched the scenary. He hated flying, he hated tossing Belle in a shiping bin. Especially with that darn cat too. But he couldn't do anything about that. He hated cats, but he couldn't get rid of it and he couldn't let BElle hurt it.

"Stupid sun." He heard Katy hiss.

"Go to sleep." He said sitting up so the sun was blocked. HE didn't want to have to hear her gt bad at him. He was tired of the fighting, but he wasn't about to lose.

Katy felt Tyrel nudge her with his elbow.

"We've landed." he said. "Get up, princess."

"I figured." she started getting up.

She saw him roll his eyes when it took her a while to get up.

Tyrel gave up and grabbed her shoulders picking her up and putting her in the aisle.

"HEY!" She growled groggerly.

"Comeon." he replied as he nudged her towards the entrance.

"Ugh." she said. Her famous quote.

Katy stumbled a little bit. But finally made it out of the plane.
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Her father had also left them about two thousand dollars. But there was a special gift card for a fancy hotel he wanted them to stay at.

Katy fumbled with the keys. "Damn it!" she said when she dropped them.

Tyrel plucked them from her hands and opened the door. Their eyes widened when they saw the room. It was covered in candles and tons and ton of red. And of course her physco father had only rented one room, with one bed.

"Ugh! I swear he's really wants this marriage to work, doesn't he?" she asked annoyed.

"Slim chance of it working out." Tyrel said, falling onto the bed.

"I don't know or care about you, but I for one am going to the beach, and looking out for hot gu- Nevermind." she said.

"Your married, I'd like to see what hot guys will want ot flirt with you." He smiled sitting up. "I could easily ruin your fun time."

"Your a pain in the ass!" She screamed. Belle and that damn cat were at a kennel.

"Thank you." He smiled as he grabbed his swim suit. "I think I'm gonna go look and see if I can find a cute girl." He waited to see her reaction. He wasn't going to really do that. He was to grounded in the fact that he was married but he wanted to make her mad. She was cuter when she was mad.

Katy felt her nails carve into her palms. "Well, good luck, don't be too surprised when the rumors about you having transmittable STDs comes to mind." she smiled putting on mascara in the mirror.

"You wouldn't dare." Tyrel's hand came down hard onto the mirror startling her.

"Try me." she whispered looking up at him.