Post by Becca on Mar 21, 2016 22:43:33 GMT -5
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Pippa's PJs
Saturdays were always the best day of the week. No fetching any fancy low-fat, iced mocha coffees for her boss and no running around doing her best to appease everyone in the office so maybe, just maybe she would have a shot at one day being a designer alongside them. The weekends were the days she allowed herself to sleep in and Pippa used them to her full advantage. It was well past noon and she was still bundled up tightly in her covers with her arm dangling lazily over the side of her bed. Her mouth parted slightly and emitted not so much of a snore than a small humming noise as her chest rose and fell. Sweet dreams of only the best of things floated through her mind but quickly disappeared when she heard a sharp rapping on the door.
Turning over in her bed she clenched her pillow over her head and pressed it down to drown out the noise. It was probably just another clingy girl of Declan’s disappointed he hadn’t texted her back. She couldn’t even recall the amount of times girls had come to the apartment looking for him. It really was quite an amazement there were still girls in the city he hadn’t slept with! As the knocking continued Pippa grew more and more impatient. Didn’t they realize people weren’t supposed to do anything on Saturdays? When the knocking refused to stop Pippa groaned and threw her pillow across the room before throwing her covers off to the side. Whoever was on the other side of the door was going to get a piece of her mind!
With her chestnut hair in tangles and knots from sleep, she pulled up the hood of her adorable onesie before marching to the door. ”Declan, I swear to God if you forgot your key again, I am not going to be happy!” Pippa shouted as she made her way to the door. ”You know Saturday is my day to sleep in and you can’t just go forgetting your keys when you go sleepover at some whor-who-who-wholey moley!” she recovered as she opened up the door to see it was not Declan knocking at the door but a rather portly balding man in a suit. He gave her a rather skeptical look at the sight of her pajamas and appearance before clearing his throat.
”Does a Mr. Declan Mackenzie reside here?” the man inquired, ”My name is Dwight Brooks and I work with social services. I need to have a word with him, it’s very important.”
Rats! This guy really did look official! Hopefully Declan hadn’t fooled around with his daughter or something like that. Maybe it was best that he wasn’t home at the moment. She tried to come up with some sort of lie to cover for her roommate and best friend but decided the truth was always better. ”He’s actually not here right now. I’m Pippa Scott, his roommate,” Pippa explained which really didn’t appear to interest the man at all.
Mr. Brooks puckered his lips in displeasure. ”How fast can he be here? As I said, this is a very urgent matter,” he insisted.
It was only when he shifted slightly that Pippa noticed the small brunette child hiding behind him. She smiled warmly when the little girl made eye contact with her before she recognized her face. Oh crap, this was one of Declan’s kids!!! Pippa would remember those beautiful blue eyes anywhere. She was one of the children she’d send birthday cards to and little gifts here and there in Declan’s name. What was going on?
”Um…I can give him a call. Why don’t you come in?” Pippa suggested, gesturing the two in. She closed the door behind them and led them into the living room where they each took a seat on the couch. Pippa quickly inspected the multiple takeout boxes scattered on the coffee table and hastily picked them up in attempt to clean up the place. ”Um…I’ll just be a minute.” she apologized before skittering to the kitchen where she threw away the takeout containers.
Pippa unplugged her phone from it’s place on the charger before punching in Declan’s number. She walked to her room to get some privacy and paced around wildly as she waited for an answer. Of course, it went straight to voicemail. ”Declan, answer your darn phone! I swear if you are still in some chick’s bed…ug, nevermind. We have a code red, and I need you to get here ASAP!! If not I’m going to kick your cute little butt. Love ya, bye…don’t keep me waiting!” Pippa left a message her words coming out quick and exaggerated as usual.
She thought about changing but thought it might be rude to keep Mr. Brooks and the kid waiting for too long. Exiting her room she smiled nervously at the professional man and bright-eyed girl. ”Um, he’ll be right over!” Pippa lied, ”Do you like coffee? I’m going to make some coffee!” She quickly turned around and headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Resting her head in her hands she listened to the faint murmured of Mr. Brooks talking to the little girl. Jesus, Declan, what have you gotten yourself into this time? Then again, maybe this time it was her fault.
Pippa's PJs
Saturdays were always the best day of the week. No fetching any fancy low-fat, iced mocha coffees for her boss and no running around doing her best to appease everyone in the office so maybe, just maybe she would have a shot at one day being a designer alongside them. The weekends were the days she allowed herself to sleep in and Pippa used them to her full advantage. It was well past noon and she was still bundled up tightly in her covers with her arm dangling lazily over the side of her bed. Her mouth parted slightly and emitted not so much of a snore than a small humming noise as her chest rose and fell. Sweet dreams of only the best of things floated through her mind but quickly disappeared when she heard a sharp rapping on the door.
Turning over in her bed she clenched her pillow over her head and pressed it down to drown out the noise. It was probably just another clingy girl of Declan’s disappointed he hadn’t texted her back. She couldn’t even recall the amount of times girls had come to the apartment looking for him. It really was quite an amazement there were still girls in the city he hadn’t slept with! As the knocking continued Pippa grew more and more impatient. Didn’t they realize people weren’t supposed to do anything on Saturdays? When the knocking refused to stop Pippa groaned and threw her pillow across the room before throwing her covers off to the side. Whoever was on the other side of the door was going to get a piece of her mind!
With her chestnut hair in tangles and knots from sleep, she pulled up the hood of her adorable onesie before marching to the door. ”Declan, I swear to God if you forgot your key again, I am not going to be happy!” Pippa shouted as she made her way to the door. ”You know Saturday is my day to sleep in and you can’t just go forgetting your keys when you go sleepover at some whor-who-who-wholey moley!” she recovered as she opened up the door to see it was not Declan knocking at the door but a rather portly balding man in a suit. He gave her a rather skeptical look at the sight of her pajamas and appearance before clearing his throat.
”Does a Mr. Declan Mackenzie reside here?” the man inquired, ”My name is Dwight Brooks and I work with social services. I need to have a word with him, it’s very important.”
Rats! This guy really did look official! Hopefully Declan hadn’t fooled around with his daughter or something like that. Maybe it was best that he wasn’t home at the moment. She tried to come up with some sort of lie to cover for her roommate and best friend but decided the truth was always better. ”He’s actually not here right now. I’m Pippa Scott, his roommate,” Pippa explained which really didn’t appear to interest the man at all.
Mr. Brooks puckered his lips in displeasure. ”How fast can he be here? As I said, this is a very urgent matter,” he insisted.
It was only when he shifted slightly that Pippa noticed the small brunette child hiding behind him. She smiled warmly when the little girl made eye contact with her before she recognized her face. Oh crap, this was one of Declan’s kids!!! Pippa would remember those beautiful blue eyes anywhere. She was one of the children she’d send birthday cards to and little gifts here and there in Declan’s name. What was going on?
”Um…I can give him a call. Why don’t you come in?” Pippa suggested, gesturing the two in. She closed the door behind them and led them into the living room where they each took a seat on the couch. Pippa quickly inspected the multiple takeout boxes scattered on the coffee table and hastily picked them up in attempt to clean up the place. ”Um…I’ll just be a minute.” she apologized before skittering to the kitchen where she threw away the takeout containers.
Pippa unplugged her phone from it’s place on the charger before punching in Declan’s number. She walked to her room to get some privacy and paced around wildly as she waited for an answer. Of course, it went straight to voicemail. ”Declan, answer your darn phone! I swear if you are still in some chick’s bed…ug, nevermind. We have a code red, and I need you to get here ASAP!! If not I’m going to kick your cute little butt. Love ya, bye…don’t keep me waiting!” Pippa left a message her words coming out quick and exaggerated as usual.
She thought about changing but thought it might be rude to keep Mr. Brooks and the kid waiting for too long. Exiting her room she smiled nervously at the professional man and bright-eyed girl. ”Um, he’ll be right over!” Pippa lied, ”Do you like coffee? I’m going to make some coffee!” She quickly turned around and headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Resting her head in her hands she listened to the faint murmured of Mr. Brooks talking to the little girl. Jesus, Declan, what have you gotten yourself into this time? Then again, maybe this time it was her fault.
