Tensions are high

Not knowing what else to do, I sat on the couch. Immediately Janice and Rachel did the same, getting as close to me as they could without fusing their flesh to mine. That thought made me wonder if they would actually attempt that if they could, but I decided not to dwell on it. With the things I've seen these girls do, I didn't want to just dismiss it as impossible.

My self-proclaimed "first wife" Rachel was on my right. She kissed my cheek upon sitting down and rested her head on my shoulder. Janice was, naturally, on my left. She tried to rest her head on my shoulder as well, but found she was just a bit too short while sitting down. Oh, she COULD, but it wasn't nearly as comfortable for her. After a couple attempts to do so without stretching her neck, she settled for latching on to my arm.

Swallowing hard, I glanced at both of them. "So...uh...any idea what those three are..." I began, trying to make conversation and break the unbearable silence. I could FEEL their resentment toward one another. Not hate...not even dislike...they just had a sort of negative feeling about the other. It was difficult to describe.

Regardless, perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut. "Feh...that cat-brained bimbo is probably going to make sure there are plenty of hiding places and stuff in your room, Skaz," Janice grumbled. Rachel snorted. "Don't be stupid. Jenny is more creative than that...and she is NOT a bimbo. She's..." She trailed off, searching for the right word. Unfortunately this gave Janice time to interrupt and she was definitely inclined to do so.

"A bimbo." "She is NOT!" Rachel snapped, clearly offended that her 'sister' was being mocked. "Johnny, tell her. Jenny is not a bimbo!" Fuck my life, I was being dragged into this. I was too nervous to look in either of their directions, afraid I might be seen as taking a side. Instead, I stared straight ahead while thinking of a proper response.

I could feel Rachel's eyes on me as well as her growing impatience as I thought. I had to say something. "Jenny's...playful and perky...but she's hardly a bimbo. I mean, her libido is pretty high, but she's not stupid," I offered. I felt Rachel nuzzle me, happy with my reply. And clearly that was something Janice wasn't going to tolerate.

"Ohhh..." Janice said slowly. "I see...so she's a slut, not a bimbo." This was actually rather true. I believe Rachel herself once called Jenny an oversexed pussy cat. It was so true, Rachel apparently couldn't find a way to refute it, so she went to the next best thing. She decided to redirect the conversation.

Shaking her head sharply (I could see her lavender locks fly about), Rachel grumbled. "Look, whatever. Even if Jenny WAS stupid...and she's NOT...Kim is sly as a fox and don't you even TRY and say otherwise, pipsqueak." Ow. Ow, ow, ow...Janice's grip on my arm tightened and her nails sank into my skin. Apparently 'pipsqueak' was not something she wanted to be called. Go figure.

Taking a deep breath, Janice relaxed a bit, much to my relief. "Yeah, yeah...the walking orange skyscraper is pretty crafty," the Irish firecracker admitted. "And Willow is just as bad...though at least she can't talk to'em..."

"Of course she can, idiot. All Kim has to do is kiss her and she'd learn sign language," Rachel argued. Again, nails dug into my arm. "Idiot...? IDIOT?!" Janice stopped snuggling me and thrust her head toward Rachel's face. "I'm a genius, you tea guzzling, milk laden, fish belly white BITCH!" she snarled. Oh shit...

Likewise, Rachel removed her head from my shoulder, putting herself nearly nose to nose to Janice. "WHAT did you just call me? I'm not taking that sort of shit from a foul tempered, pint sized, technophile!" she bellowed loud enough to hurt my right ear. They sprang to their feet, looking ready to start a fist fight.

No. No, no, no. I wasn't having this. I was meek by nature, this is true...but I have a limit like everyone else. And that limit had been reached and surpassed. Standing up as well, I get between them. "SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" I yelled. Their eyes went from glaring at each others to staring at me in shock. "You two...you two just don't seem to get it, do you? You're in this together now, that's not changing just because you two both want to be my favorite. Well, you know what? This behavior is NOT endearing me to either of you!"

I definitely had their attention now. In fact, they looked almost scared. That made my anger plummet, but I knew I had to keep going while my courage was high. I don't have many moments like these and I had to take advantage.