I reached over and shut the door then so she could have some privacy and clean her lady parts. I shook my head and smiled as she continued to curse up a storm in the kitchen.

"I can't believe I've to freshen up in your kitchen with your pervy parrot looking at my vagina like it's a foreign object!"

I laughed out loud and shook my head.

She was awesome.

After few minutes passed by, Neala opened the kitchen door and glared at me with a plastic bag in her hand.

"What in there?" I asked.

"The tea towel I used to clean myself and me knickers," Neala snippily replied.

Her knickers were in that bag?

I swallowed as filthy thoughts surged throughout my mind.

"You're going commando?" I asked, shocked.

Neala continued to glare at me. "I could hardly leave me underwear on, I wore them all day yesterday and all of last night… I need a fresh pair but since I don't have any I have to go commando. Is that okay with you?" she snapped.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care what you do with your knickers," I replied then cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"Good," Neala hissed as she turned and walked over to the bin in the kitchen and thrust the plastic bag into it. I was silent as she did the task and turned back to face me.

She huffed as she walked out of the kitchen and passed by me to go down my hallway.

I sighed, "Where are you going now?"

"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going in search of the doll that you stole from me!"

Thank God, something to take my mind off her bloody knickers.

Or lack of knickers.

"I was only taking back an item that belonged to me in the first place," I replied.

Neala froze just as she reached for the handle of my bedroom door. "What do you mean 'Belonged to you in the first place?'"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I own the doll."

Neala looked like she swallowed something sour - her face scrunched up and her mouth dropped open. She lifted her hands to her temples and massaged them.

I was hurting her head.

Good.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

I snickered, "I'm not going crazy. I really do own the doll. You used my debit card to pay for the doll. I have yours inside my bedside locker."

Neala blinked her wary eyes at me, then narrowed them to slits.

"Show me!" she snapped.

I gestured her to open the door she stood facing, and with a glare shot my way she opened the door and stepped inside. I followed her and walked right by her and headed straight to my bedside locker. I opened the top drawer and took out Neala's debit card. I turned and extended my arm out to her so she could take the card from my outstretched hand and examine it.

Neala stared at me for a moment, then hesitantly stepped forward and snatched the card from my hand. She looked at the name and card number of the card then flipped it over to the back where her signature was. She flipped the card back and fourth a few times to triple check what she was seeing before she looked up at me.

She believed me, I saw it in her eyes. I also saw hate and anger in her eyes, but that was a normal thing whenever she looked at me.

"I'm not lying to you," I said just to clarify I wasn't messing around.

She swallowed. "I don't care. So you technically own the doll - big deal. I asked the lad in the shop for it first, he went and got it for me and then you took it away."

I blinked my eyes when Neala sniffled. She quickly wiped under her nose and brushed her hand over her eyes, but it wasn't quick enough. I caught the light build up of water that gathered in the corner of her eyes before she brushed away the evidence. I felt like I was suddenly going to walk over to her and do something crazy like hug her so I had to take a step back.

I felt... bad, and I didn't know what to do about it.

I never felt bad over Neala, but seeing her genuinely confused and upset did nothing except make my chest hurt and my stomach feel sick.

What the hell was that about?

"Neala Girl-"

"Stop calling me that, Darcy," she cut me off and wiped at her eyes again.

I frowned. "I can't. It's your name."

Neala shook her head. "It hasn't been me name for a long time."

I lightly smiled. "Of course it has, it always will be. You're my Neala Girl after all."

Neala widened her eyes, and so did I.

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Or at all.

"I don't mean my Neala Girl, I just meant that what you will always be known as Neala Girl to me. That's all."

Neala raised her eyebrow, and I could tell she wanted to say something but she didn't. She kept her mouth closed and said nothing.

Not a single word, which wasn't like the big mouth at all.

Silence filled the room and I momentarily wished she would shout or curse at me just to take the sudden awkwardness away, but she didn't, she just stared at me.

"You aren't getting the doll, Neala," I said, firmly.

It was the only thing I could think to say that would put some fight back into her and make her stop looking at me like I was an alien from outer space. It would also kick the silence and sudden awkwardness out of the room.

As predicted, the statement worked like a charm.

Neala's left eye twitched. "I'm leaving here with that doll whether you like it or not, Darcy."

Was that so?

I snorted, "Good luck finding it."

I walked out of my bedroom and headed back into my living room where I sat down on my couch and placed my hands behind my head. I heard Neala mutter curse words as she searched for the doll and it made me smile, because all she would find in my room was clean clothes, dirty clothes, condoms and possibly even a used condom if she looked in the rubbish bin.

"You dirty bastard! Ever heard of emptying your bin every so often?" Neala screeched.

I fully smiled.

She found the used condom then.

"I swear Darcy, you're a dog!"

Ruff, ruff.

I sighed as I relaxed into my couch, I glanced around the room and noticed how shit the Christmas decorations looked. I had my tree up, but the box of ornaments to go on the branches were in a box on the floor next to the base of the tree. The light up Santa's, snowmen and other Christmas characters were all over in the corner of the room. I bought them because they were battery operated which meant no wires, and no high electric bills, but I was too lazy to even sort them around in various places in the room. I liked Christmas, it was my favourite holiday, but decorating everything was not my scene at all.

I guess you could say I was a lazy bastard.

I sighed to myself and closed my eyes and lightly chuckled when Neala stomped out of my bedroom and went down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Darcy!" Einstein squawked.

"Shut up you stupid animal."

I opened my mouth to tell Neala to leave Einstein alone, but it turned out my bird could hold her own.

"Fuck you, Neala."

I burst out laughing.

It was perfectly timed, and used in the perfect situation.

"I hate this bloody bird!"

I loved that bird.

I had a big smile on my face when Neala stormed back into the living room. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"Tell her to shut up!"

I chuckled, "I can't. She doesn't know what the words mean. She is only repeating things she has memorised, that's all."

"That's all? You taught a parrot to tell me to fuck off!"