I'd Do Anything *A Simple Plan Story* INFO

~~Rexxie's Point of View~~
"Rex c'mon you look fine." Aimme called, in Italian.
"Almost. Done. And don't forget to use your English." I heard an annoyed sigh and the noise of the steps creaking as she left. I heard some muffled voices.
"REXXIE C'MON SEB'S AWAITING!" Aimee called. I hurried down the steps in black baggy jeans and a red tanktop. "Finally." Aimee said annoyed with me.
"Well. I can't look like crap like some people." I laughed at Aimee who hadn't even gotten out of her baggy pjs.
"Ready?" Seb asked lightly laughing at us.
"Yep!" I smiled before he led me out the door. "So where we going?" I asked Seb as we walked down the street.
"Right up there." He smiled. God he had one of those smiles that make you want to melt.
I exhaled sharply. A cute little cafe, nestled inbetween a few local shops.
I laughed at myself. "I look like a thug." I stared down at my choice of attire.
He laughed along with me.
"COFFEE!" I shouted, running to the cafe. I loved coffee. Like a fat kid loves cake.
I st down eagerly, and motioned for a waiter. This waiter came over, and looked at me like I was insane, I must have looked that way.
"Can I help you?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well not with that attitude you cant." I scoffed. I heard Seb snicker. Frankly, I'd forgotten he was even here.
"I want a coffee. BIG coffee. Largest one you've got." I stated. His eyes widened, apparently the waiter didnt think i needed coffee. Mr. Waiter turned to Seb, but he waved him off.
"Well, that was polite!" I exclaimed, giggling.
"I know." He smiled at me. We made some small talk, and the waiter brought me my coffee.
"Any creams or milk for that?" Mr. waiter asked me.
"Nah, I like it black. Danke!" I screamed as the waiter walked off.
"Was that-" Seb started.
"German? Yes." I finished.
"You speak german?" He questioned.
"Nope." I popped the "p" at the end. He smirked and motioned to the coffee in front of me. "Are you planning on drinking that?"
"I was letting it cool! Do you want me to burn my freakin' tongue off!? I didnt think so." I answered for him. He looked surprised. I burst out in laughter. "Im just kidding, mmkay?!" I grinned at him.
He laughed nervously.
"Is something wrong, you look a little tense." I inquired.
"Uh...no...nothing." He studdered out. Yeah, nothing.
"Your just nervous in the presence of the most amazing bitch in the entire planet, that must be it." I sipped my coffee.
He chuckled. "Yeah, thats it." Sarcastic much?
"I knew it!"I declared, a bit loudly. Some heads turned towards me. "Just drink your damn tea and leave!" I yelled at them. They turned away quickly.
"Hmph." I smirked.
"Do you do that alot?" Seb asked me.
"Do I do what?"
"Yell at innocent people trying to enjoy their brunches with their dates." He stated.
"Maybe, maybe not. Im just one big ball of mystery." I smiled.
"We should be heading back...."I continued. I lifted my mug of coffee, downing it all in one big drink. Seb stared at me wide-eyed.
"What? Havent you ever seen a girl drink coffee?"
"Yeah. But not one that chugs 18 ounces of black coffee in under thirty seconds." He joked.
"Well, Im special." I giggled.
"Yeah, that you are." He grabbed my hand and we walked back to my house. Opening the door, everyone was there. Aimee, David, Pierre, Jeff and Chuck were all in our living room, sitting in front of the TV.
"What are you people doing here?!" I exclaimed.
"Um...watching TV?" David. What a smart ass.
I just rolled my eyes and plopped down next to Aimee, who was next to David.
"Your watching....Rugrats?" I questioned.
"Yep!" Pierre smiled exitedly. I raised an eyebrow, looking at Aimee, who just shrugged.
I stared at the TV screen.
"I want a little girl!" I shouted, suddenly.
They all turned to look at me.
"And I want her to have pretty redish hair, and blue eyes and I want her name to be Rosalie!" I continued.
"Thats a beautiful name." Seb said. I felt my cheeks get hott. Was I blushing! Nah...I dont blush!
"T-thanks." I stumbled over the word. Aimee looked at me with a confused look. I never got nervous, especially in front of guys.
"Oh, Rex, that reminds me, I need to talk to you!" Aimee grabbed my arm and yanked me into the kitchen, so we were out of earshot from the boys.
"I need your help with David!" She pleaded. I pulled my eyebrows together.
"Your right. You do." I agreed. She slapped me.
"Ouch! Do you want my help or not!" I yelled. She clamped a hand over my mouth, and shushed me.
"How do I get his attention? You seem to be able to do that well!" Aimee said, sitting on a wooden chair. I smiled to myself.
"I need to be hotter!" She confessed, leaning forward.
"Babe. Your my twin. If I can do it, so can you. But, thats not the point, Your beautiful without trying to be anything other then what you are. If he had even half a brain...which I think he has...maybe...then he would already be interested in you. Your great." I soothed.
"Aww, thank you!" She pulled me into a hug. When she was done, I stared at her.
"Are you about to cry! What the fuck!"
"Well, it was sweet, so spiacente!" Her words turned italian. Well, it was an apology...sort of.

I laughed. "Its okay. Now just go talk to him, or something of the sort." I knew she wasnt very good at the whole flirting thing.
"Okay!" She was suddenly inspired.
"And Aimee?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Buona fortuna..." I wished her luck.
"Grazie!" She whispered before running off. That's thank you in italian.
I watched her from the kitchen, listening to her conversation. As far as I could tell, things were going well. Aimee was laughing, David was laughing. Aimee was smiling, David was smiling. All was good.
"Boo!" I jumped at the sound of someone elses voice.
"I hate you Jeff!" I panted. I was breathing hard from the sudden scare.
"How was your date?" He asked.
I got suspicious. "Why?" I snapped.
"I thought I was being sensitive, sorrrrry!"
"Oh, it was fun. I may have had to much to drink..." My voice trailed off.
"He took you to a bar?!"
"No No No! A cafe. I had to much to drink as in coffee. I'll be jumping off the walls tonight!"
Jeff chuckled. Then glanced over my shoulder at the TV. "This is my favorite episode!" And with that he ran out of the kitchen.I went back into the kitchen, and noticed my spot on the couch had been taken by Pierre. Everyone else had seats, either on the sofa or on one of the chairs. I sighed, and sat on the ground infront of Seb.
"You can have this seat if you want it..." Seb offered.
"No no, Im fine. The floor is so much more comfortable then a 3,000 dollar chair anyway." He laughed at my sarcasm.
"Im thirsty!" David announced. Then he snapped his fingers. "Oh Rexxie, dear. I would like something to drink!"
I glared at him. "Im not your fucking waitress." I seethed.
"Okay? Thats not what I asked. I asked for a soda!" He tried to clear up this miscommunication.
"Oh Im sorry your highness, for the misunderstanding." I bowed my head dramatically and walked into the kitchen. When I glanced into the living room, Aimee wasnt sitting on the couch.
"Where did she go..." I said to myself.
Well, apparently it wasnt as quiet as i thought, because Chuck yelled. "SHES IN THE BATHROOM!"
I nodded, and went to fetch the queen his soda. I stood in the doorway of the living room and the kitchen, soda in hand.
"Hey David?" I said.
"Huh?" He responded without taking his eyes off the television. I took this opportunity. I threw the soda can at him, hitting him in the leg.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed, quickly standing up, letting the soda roll onto the floor. "What the fuck was that for!?" He screamed. I was in a fit of laughing, and so was everyone else.
Aimee entered the room.
"Whats so funny?" She asked.