Baka to the Bone
By: Sforzie
It was late one night, almost early the next morning, when Jessie was in the bathroom. She had just finished and was washing her face off, when there came the sound of someone rapping their knuckles on the bathroom door.
"Just a minute," Jessie said, but her voice was muffled by the wash-cloth. There was a pause, and then the door began to open. Disturbed by the idea of being seen without any make-up on, Jessie quickly shoved the door shut. "Hey, I said wait a minute!"
"Oh, sorry," she hear James mutter sleepily on the other side of the door. "Could you hurry up, I hafta go."
"Just a minute," Jessie called again, and turned back to the sink. Her progress was quickly stopped by a sharp tug from behind. "Ow!" Jessie looked behind her to see that the end of her hair had caught in the door. She muttered something evil under her breath. After several tugs Jessie realized that her hair would only come loose if the door was open. She also realized that she was NOT going to face James in this kind of situation. "James, go back to bed."
"But I have to pee, Jessie."
"You can wait until morning."
"No I can't."
Jessie made a face at the door and sat down. She arranged her nightshirt arround her carefully and leaned against the door. She was prepared to wait him out. Jessie knew, in some corner of her mind, that if she made James wait long enough he would go back to bed.
So she would just have to wait.
Several minutes passed. Then:
"Jessie, what are you doing in there?"
"Nothing."
"Then come out already."
"No."
"No? Why not?"
"Because I'm busy."
"But you said you weren't doing anything."
"I'm... I'm doing girl stuff." There, that ought to get rid of him.
A pause. "I know about girl stuff."
"James!"
"Come on, Jessie! I really have to pee!"
"No, James!" Jessie banged her elbow on the door. She heard him jerk away on the other side of the door. Then she felt the door pressing back against her shoulder blades, and knew that James had sat down. Jessie sighed. It was going to be a long night.
Jessie looked around the bathroom as several minutes passed in silence. She noticed her nail polish sitting next to her on the counter. Inspecting her nails, Jessie noted that one of them had a tiny nick.
Several minutes later: "Jessie, what smells like nail polish?"
"Nothing, James," Jessie said, blowing on her nail.
"Oh. Is it that new soap you bought for Meowth?"
"Why would I be using it?" Jessie asked dully.
"I dunno."
Jessie put the nail polish back on the counter. Looking at the drawer below the sink, Jessie got an idea. If she put some make-up back on, facing James would be easy, and this whole ordeal could be over. So after several stretches Jessie managed to get the drawer open and her basic make-up items out. She got up on her knees so she could see the mirror, and got to work.
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Almost an hour passed. James was humming on the other side. His pleas about having to go the bathroom were becoming more few and far between, and Jessie couldn't help but wonder if he'd peed his pants. The thought made her laugh out loud.
"Jessie..."
"No, James."
"Aw..."
Finally, Jessie finished her careful work. Getting her face to look right at 1 o'clock in the morning wasn't as easy as she'd imagined it to be. She gave a self-approving nod to the mirror.
"Jessie, you know what?" James' voice trailed through the door again. She bit her perfectly colored lip.
"What?"
"I don't have to pee anymore."
She sighed in relief. "Good. Go to bed."
"Right-o."
She felt and heard him stand up and move away from the door. After a minute passed Jessie carefully opened the door.
"AAAARGGH!! JAMES!!" Jessie screeched in fury as she found that James was still standing in front of the door. She glared at him--him in his Psyduck dabbled pajamas--and balled her hands into fists. He gave her a wide-eyed look.
"Your--your make-up looks nice," he stuttered.
"ARGH!" Jessie threw her arm around his neck and butted his head against the bathroom door.
"OW!"
"You IDIOT!" she yelled, not caring if she woke up Meowth. Jessie pulled her arm away, and James rubbed his forehead.
"You... you chipped a nail," he whispered. Jessie let out another scream and rushed back into the bathroom. The door slammed shut again.
Jessie fixed the nail that she'd just fixed only an hour before. After making sure it was really fixed, Jessie started to turn back to the door.
She jerked to a stop. Her hair had caught again. Supressing the urge to break down the door, she flung it open. Jessie's hair bounced back into place. James--being an idiot at 2 o'clock in the morning--was still standing there with a dumbfounded look and a bump on his forehead. His bang curled perfectly around the reddish mass.
"Bad James!" Jessie screeched, punching him in the nose. As he covered his nose with his hands, Jessie kicked him in the knee. "Bad baka James!" Jessie stomped off to the room where their sleeping bags were.
"Aw, Musashi!" James wailed, holding his nose. He stood their for a moment, rubbing her nose. Then he blinked and bolted for the bathroom.
"Aaaah...."
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