Updated: June 6, 2008

Candy Land

Chapter Six

I honestly can say that I will never ever play this game, or rather even touch it, for my own amusement ever again. Monopoly maybe, but never again will I play Candy Land. This sucks.

“Lise, could you move your ass over a little bit?”

“No.”

“Why not,” the Idiot whined, “You’re practically sitting on me!”

“If you weren’t such a damn idiot, you wouldn’t have tripped on that gumdrop. If you hadn’t tripped on that gumdrop, a freaking avalanche wouldn’t have been started. If an avalanche hadn’t started, we wouldn’t have been forced to find cover. If we weren’t forced to find cover, than we wouldn’t have jumped into a tiny cavern like hole. If we hadn’t jumped into a tiny cavern like hole, we wouldn’t have been barricaded in. If we weren’t barricaded in, I wouldn’t be sitting on you.”

There was a silence.

“You have quite a point there, Lise.”

“I rest my case.”

He shifted underneath me. All I have to say about that is that he has bony legs. For sure. It surprises me that he has chicken legs, though, just based on how much he eats.

I felt him squirm under me, “I’m bored.”

“This is all your fault, Chason. You can’t talk.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t have to insist on being abducted, taken to Mr. I-think-I’m-so-amazing’s secret candy cane lair where I had to help you on your daring escape, then run aimlessly out of the lair before freaking trying to even understand where we might be going, and maybe if you had told me that there was a freakin rock right in front of me, I wouldn’t have tripped over it, and we wouldn’t be stuck in a barricaded cave.”

There was another silence.

“Touché.”

“Thought so, Princess.”

“I hate that nickname, Chase.”

“And I hate Chase, Princess.”

“Chase!” I whined.

“Princess!” He whined back.

“Chase.”

“Princess.”

“Chase.”

“Princess.”

“Princess.”

“No you’re the princess, stupid.”

God I hate that kid.

“So, how long do you think it’s been, Princess?”

Sighing, I let the annoying nickname go, “I don’t know… a couple hours maybe.”

I heard him groan, “This sucks.”

“You’re telling me, chicken legs.”

“God, I don’t have chicken legs.”

“Do too.”

“Don’t start with me, Annelise.”

I frowned. He wasn’t even going to make this remotely fun for me. How do I get myself in these situations anyway? I’m in a freakin cave for god’s sake.

“What’s with all the lace?” Chason said, his voice almost sounding like he was disgusted. But of COURSE he wasn’t disgusted with me. He just has a screwed up little mind.

“You’re acting like I picked it out. What do you think I am? A hoe?”

There was a silence then a couple of grumbles. Oh no he didn’t.

“OW! FUCK! That hurt! What was that for!”

Muah haha. I am so good.

“What is that, glimmering in the distance?”

“Chason, what the hell are you talking about. And why are you talking like that? Are you trying to act more like a freak?”

“That was not very kind, Princess.”

“Your face isn’t very kind.”

He groaned. I don’t think he likes it when I shrink to the your face lines. Note to self: use your face lines more often.

“No, seriously though, Lise. What is that shiny thing over there?”

“Chase, I don’t think that this is a time to develop a shiny fetish.” I rolled my eyes. Who does he think he is? A girl?

I felt him try to move from under me and I felt his hand reach out.

“OW! What was that for?!”

“You deserved the pinch, Princess. Don’t deny it.”

I grumbled. Sometimes I really do hate that kid. Probably more than he knows. He thinks he’s so cool because he seems imaginary shiny things. I highly-

“There it is! You can’t tell me you don’t see it. If you can’t you must be blind.”

Crap. There it is…

It’s a… slot machine? Why would there be a freaking slot machine in a cave anyway?

“Um, Chason… I’m not thinking this is a good idea…”

“Come on! If you just press yourself into the wall a little more, I might be able to pull the handle and see what happens.”

Oh. Because that’s always a good idea.

“Actually, it’s a brilliant idea. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”

Damn. I hate it when I do that.

“I don’t. I get a lot of useful information out of it.”

DAMMIT. “Fine. I’ll press- OOF!”

My face was now pressed against the stone that was hanging above us. How courteous of him. Pshh, who am I kidding? He’s a royal pain in the ass.

“I’ve almost got it,” Grunt grunt, “I can almost touch it-”

I would have offered up some form of sarcastic comment. Honestly, if you haven’t noticed already, I’m always trying to help out in that kind of way. Just to… you know… lighten the mood, I guess is a good term for it.

“Ahh! I got it!”

I strained my neck so I could see the slot machine start whirling. In a few seconds the dials stopped on yellow-yellow.”

“Double yellow!” Chason said excitedly, “Now what do we win?!”

I glared at him, “I’m glad your getting amusement out of this Chason.”

Then, with a little ding!, a little card popped out of the machine. On one side it said, Candy Land, and on the other, it had two little yellow squares.

Chason groaned, “Ahh, what a rip. No money.”

With my face still pressed up against the top of the cave, I took the card in my hands. It almost looked like…

“Chason! Do you know what this is?!”

“Uhh… does it look like I care?”

I was so ready to whack him, “It’s the move card in the game. We move two yellow spaces!”

And with that said, Chason and I started to dematerialize.

Peachy.

A/n.

Eh really short, as always. I feel kind of bad... oops? Tee hehe? Sorry for ending this chapter kind of lamely, btu I really did feel bad. It's been a long time since I've updated and I kind of just wanted to get it finished. This is also kind of a filler until the next stage of the story... woo woo right? Anyway, the next chapter is going to be about... Lord Licorise I believe. Yay!

--Brittany