Matched

Tyrel was more then tempted to. He smiled and grabbed her shoulder yanking her back and slapping her ass ahrd then smiling and walking off.

"I'm sorry that you think everyone get's off on their animals like you do. But no, Belle is not a booty call. No wonder your dad couldn't marry you off. You even know someone would rather screw an animal then you!" He growled at her before storming to the bed room.

Katy noticed they were both still wearing their attire for the wedding, she pushed the door open and glared at him. Belle was licking Tyrel's face.

"Yeah, well, you have a face only a dog could lick like that." she said sweetly. "Now be a sweetie and help me unzip this dress." she said.

"You want some ALREADY?" he asked.

She turned around and kicked him in the knee. "I'm serious." she growled.

"You would be." he rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, jackass." she growled and almost broke her arm trying to unzip, finally she got it unzipped and almost dropped it. "Get out." she commanded.

"Hell no. This is my room too!" He growled.

"I would like some privacy!" She hissed.

"Why, so I won't see that you stuff your bra!" He laughed. He shook his head and grabbed some clothes. "Fine, miss priss, you got five minutes before I"m back in here."

Katy found Belle's bone and threw it, hitting Tyrel in the back before Belle jumped off the bed and followed Tyrel.

"Take Satan's evil spawn with you!" she shouted. The door slammed as she pulled off the dress. She took off her bra and pulled on a thermal peach colored long sleeved shirt and sleeping shorts on. She took her hair down and put on some slippers.

She looked at her foot, it had stopped bleeding. Finally. She went into the bathroom to wash it off. The house was small, old, victorian. The wallpaper had been pulled at least some of it the rest was fading and the house's walls were breadking down. The floorbords creaked. Katy folded up the dress and put the dress away in a box putting it up in the closet, some wedding day...

Tyrel walked around the house after changing. It would take a lot of work and more elbow grease then he thought he had to fix up this place. But he'd do it. He'd at least live in a house he loved even if the woman that shared it with hated his guts and he hated her.

"Belle, I think this house is the only thing that'll keep me sane." He sighed. She barked and then streched. "Bed time." He nodded walking towards the bedroom. "Back in with satan's daughter."

"What did you say?" HE heard Katy growl.

"I said if Belle is satan's spawn you two are sisters!" He growled at her.

Katy put her hands on her hips. "That THING is NOT my sister." she gritted out.

"Your right, she's prettyer." he said, not smiling pulling the blanket open so he could get into bed.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" she asked. "Your not getting in my bed like that, your filthy." she growled. "Don't even think about it."

"Katy, just go to sleep and stop being a bitch." he said.

"Hmm, a bitch is a dog, a dog barks, bark is on trees, and trees are apart of nature, and nature is beautiful... So yeah, thanks for the complement." she said. "Now, get the hell out of my bed." she said.

"Our, bed, not yours. Ours. Now shut the hell up. If you odn't like it then sleep somewhere else." HE said laying down. Belle jumpedup and laid at his feet curling up. He soon fell asleep.

(((Ugh,)))

Katy was almost forced off the bed. Tyrel, Salem, Belle, shit. Alot of people. Tyrel snorted like a pig, Katy kicked him in the middle of the night. On purpose of course everytime he'd wake up she's pretend to sleep.

In the morning, Katy woke up, noticing she was on the edge of the bed and Tyrel's arm was wrapped around her waist and she was so close she could feel his breath on her neck, he must have mistook her for Belle, or a damn pillow. She picked up his wrist with her thumb and forefinger trying to move it, but everytime she did, he sturred...

Finally his eyes fluttered. "Belle?" he whispered.

"No, hubby, it's Katy." she said sweetly. "Get up." she growled.

"Damn I thought it was just a nightmare...Your really warm." he muttered. And closed his eyes again.

"Let me go!" She hissed.

"No, I'm sleeping." He said as he fell back to sleep.

"GET UP!" She screamed. Belle jumped up barking and Salem started hissing. He jumped up in time to snatch Belle before she attcked the cat getting scratched by the damn cat in the process.

"Get your cat, damn it!"

"Good kitty." she said kissing Salem's cheek. Tyrel glared at her.

"That's discusting, you actually kiss that thing." he said.

"Yes, well, I still can't believe you sleep with that thing." she glared.

"She gives me comfort." Tyrel said stroking the dogs coat.

"Yeah, that would be the only thing that could, right?" she said getting out of bed, putting Salem on the floor. "I'm gonna go take a shower." she said and then looked at him.

"Oh, is this were I ask if you want me to join you?" he smirked.

"I'm not that desprate." she rolled her eyes. When she got to the bathroom door she stopped dead. There was a note. "Holy shit." she cursed, Belle barked at her. She looked at Tyrel. "Funny." she said to him.

"What?" he asked looking innocent while he pulled on his jeans.

"What?" she mocked. "This is 'what'." she said, showing him a note that was on the door that had two air plane tickets to The Bahamas.

"Have fun on your honeymoon, don't come back until you bring me grandchildren? Ugh!!!" Katy's eyebrows clashed downward while she read the note out loud. "Signed- Greg."

"Your dad is insane!" Tyrel hissed getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

"No he is completely sane compaired to you! Though I will kill him for this." She yelled at his back.

"Put a sock in it." He hissed as he made some coffee before sitting down at the rickity table and writing out things he would need to fix up this house. He'd gotten a good amount when he sold his other house and then he still had his inherentence, and all the money he'd saved up. In the end he was really rich, not that he was gonna tell anyone.

She made a face at him when he was writing something down, God know what. Katy went into the bathroom and picked up a towel, there was only one towel, and a note from her step mother that said, "fight for it."

Katy turned around to make sure Tyrel wasn't behind her and she took the towel and shut the bathroom door, and turned on the shower.

**blah!**

Tyrel ignored her as she walked by and he walked over to his boxes grabbing a sander. "Alright Belle, let's get this started." he walked to the one other room that wasn't the kitchen or the bed room. He'd start on this, it'd be a living room, once he finished it they could move the bed into here until he finsihed up the master bed room. Belle laid in a corner and streched. "Lazy." She barked once hten closed her eyes. He tore off all the wall paper then sanded down the wood that was behind it. This house was all wood so it would be easy to fix up.

"What are you doing?" Katy demanded when she heard the noise from the sander.

"I'm fixing this place up." He rpelied as he moved to another wall.

"We have to leave in a week or else those tickets will go to waste." She said.

"Alright." He replied.

"How long will you be doing this?" She demanded.

"Til I finish the wood. I'll be louder when I get the saw for the flooring." He called back.

"What are you doing ot the floor?" She demanded.

"Putting wood flooring down that Belle can't scratch with her nails." He replied. "Their will be a rug on top of that so it won't be cold."


*tears*

Katy looked at the floors, it reminded her of one of those old classic black and white movies.

"But I like the floors." she said, looking down at her feet.

"Baby, does this face look like it really cares what you like?" he asked turning to stare at her. Then she remembered the shower water was running, the pipes made a large groan that echoed in the house. "What the hell was that?" Tyrel asked.

Katy turned around to look at the rest of it. "It probably your brain trying to function." she said.

"That was cold." he said.

"It was also the truth, you know what they say... The truth hurts." she said.

Tyrel listened to the noise again and groaned. "It's the plumbing you dolt." He said pulling the paper out of his pocket and adding the piping to his list. "You'll get your ugly floors for a while longer, well other then the fact that I"ll have to rip some of them up to fix that piping."

"What makes you quilified to fix it?" She demanded.

"I work in construction." He repleid looking back at her. "I'm a foremen, i have to know how to do everything in a house. Give me enough time and good weather and I could build a house on my own other then lifting up the frames. Their to heavy for one man."