Olive was disappointed in the results of her searching. She had checked thoroughly and it showed that there was no record of the boy in any website. She sighed in frustration as she tried again, typing in his name.
Jason, it was a clean, stylish name and one that now haunted her with blue eyes every time she thought of it.
Jason Blake Muller was his full name, it was a rather nicely rang one too. Olive continued to search and after a while Regina got bored.
'You invited me here for girls night, what happened?' asked Regina and pulled out the bottle where the house cold water, for drinking that is, was stored.
Pouring Olives and her own drink, she calmly watched Olive through a judgemental look.
'Sorry, I been looking for him all over the internet its been so exhausting.' Olive said and creased her face to show frustration.
'He rubbed you right or something?' Regina muttered and drank from her cup.
'I still don't understand why you are so, so, livid over him. What exactly did he do when I fainted?'
'That reminds me, have you checked it out with the nurse yet?' Regina asked, unsuccessfully directing Olive attention away.
'Don't, I did but don't, just tell me.' Olive gave an apathetic look.
'Good to know that family gene wasn't isolated, you get a white board every time you anger one of the women in your family.' Regina noted but then amended when she saw the look on her friends face, 'He was a jerk, an unfeeling mother-'
'Language.' Olive gently reminded and closed her eyes, dismissing the words Regina had said as if they were never there.
Regina watched her friend with a small frown, as well as the notes Regina had took, Olive was dismissing the fact that Jason was a possible jerk face. Regina had been with Olive long enough to tell the difference between the puppy love and actual feelings of Olive as well as tell how they looked like, she just hoped she wouldn't get her hopes too high.
'Anybody see the orange/ginger fur ball from hell?' Tars asked cautiously from the staircase.
'Tars, Ginger is not in the house she already went on the night excursions.' Regina called out and Tars came down hesitantly, rounding straight to the direction of the freezer with quick feet.
'Tars, you could at least just not… stuff yourself like that.' Olive said and watched the mentioned individual with an expression that varied between concern and disgusted familiarity. Tars always ate the amount that a normal, after-hibernation bear would eat before winter. Looking at it like this, it was a wonder that Kiribati didn't run out of cassava and all its imported vegetables.
'Don't mind the human black hole.' Regina said and Olive obliged.
'I'm not gonna mind the transmigrated Adolf Hitler then.' Tars muttered as she got out of the fridge with an arm full of green.
'Green thumb, don't let me get out of this chair and thump you.' Regina barely looked up from her position next to Olive who was still texting and trying to stalk her dream boy.
'As if you could, all that fat would be holding you down if you tried.' Tars said with quick feet directed at the staircase before Regina could throw her cup at her.
Tars heard the dull thump of a cup banging against the floor and a mutter that stated that Regina had missed.
'Tars, I can hear that!'
So it was her then, perhaps insulting Regina had taken an unconscious propriety.
'What the hell does an unconscious propriety have to do with this?'
'The lack of brain cells would be one main factor.' Tars heard the last one this time.
'TARS!!!'
She ran, occasionally dropping a green and rounding back to get it.
When she reached her door, she heard the sound of gentle pads on the wooden floor.
Tars widened her eyes and tried to open her door, greens and tangled nerves getting in the way in the form of trembling fingers.
To her Anderson house-experienced mind, the sounds of pads on the floor were the sound of your ticket to hell.
She screamed when she felt the claws dig into her ankle and finally opened the door, slamming it on the cats face. She heard the dull thump and the yowl from the other side of the door and sighed.
Regina, you win this time.
Downstairs Regina was smiling like an idiot, grin so wide you think it reached her ears.
'What's wrong with you?' asked Olive as she felt the apathetic enjoyment that Regina was feeling, the atmosphere taking on a slightly sadistic edge to it as she glimpsed the smile. 'On second thought, you keep that to yourself.'
And silence with a sadistic edge was felt in the kitchen, with one smiling individual with her creeped out friend.