Hello, once again everyone! Well I've had this idea about writing a Pineapple Express story for a while and reading a fic I found on here gave me an idea fof something to write. The fic is called, "You're gonna go far kid"-by Phoward. Read it it's pretty good I like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dale Denton or any other characters from the film. I only own my OCs and the plot.

Pineapple Express 2

Chapter One

A young girl sat in a car bored out of her mind listening to talk radio, while a man drove the car and laughed at all the corny things the radio host kept saying. The girl had shoulder length, curly, ginger-colored hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks and bridge of her nose. The man was chubby with curly brown hair and wore a suit. He once again laughed at something dumb that the host said and the girl just rolled her eyes at him.

"Why are we listening to stupid Talk Radio?", she asked the man.

"What do you mean why? I think it's very entertaining and it is not stupid", he replied.

"Sure it is", she replied with sarcasm, "I think I just might commit suicide."

"Shut up, wise ass."

"Asshole."

"Hey is that any way to talk to your favorite cousin, who, may I remind you, is giving you a place to stay?", he teased with a grin.

"You're my only cousin, Dale. And I do appreciate it, man", giving him a small smile.

"So, just 'cause I'm your only cousin doesn't mean I'm not your favorite, and no prob, man, I couldn't just leave you out on the street,"

"Yeah, I guess. And that doesn't mean you're my fave, stupid," she grinned.

"Yeah, yeah. Smartass", he muttered and then laughed again at a comment the radio host made. "Man, this guy is a genius!"

"Blugh! Somebody shoot me now!", she exclaimed.

You're probably asking yourself why the young girl would've ended up sleeping on the street and how she came to be in the care of her pot head, semi-irresponsible cousin, Dale Denton. Well, that's an easy story to tell, but maybe it would be easier if she told it herself.

I sat there in Dale's car remembering how I ended up here and why. After graduation, I was suppose to have a part-time job, and should've been preparing for college. Well you see, I decided no to apply for college, so I had not been accepted anywhere and was to lazy to get a job. So, I lied to my parents about having a job and everyday at about noon, I would pretend to go to work and just hang out at some friend's house. At around this time, a friend introduced me to the greatest thing known to man, weed. I swear it was like instant love with the plant and everyday I'd get as high as pie, and just sit around staring off into space, or just doing stupid shit.

I never told my rents where I worked and every time they asked I'd just subtly change the subject. I guess they became suspicious because one day, three months later, they followed me to a friend's house and caught me high ass hell and just went ape shit. In my half-dazed state my parents dragged me out of the house and drove me back home giving me the third degree. You know it's not very effective to yell and holler at someone who's high as hell and is only listening to half the shit you're saying. Well, I wish I had heard what they said because the next morning when I woke up, all of my things were packed and in the car. Apparently, the rents decided to ship me off to my cousin in what-the-fuck Clark County. So, that same day I caught a plane there and here I am. Dale just picked me up from the airport and is in the middle of torturing me with Talk Radio.

"-elliz!", called a distant voice.

The girl just kept staring off into space, lost in her own reminiscent thoughts.

"Danielliz!", the voice called finally breaking her out of her daze.

"What!", she exclaimed.

"What the hell's up with you?", he asked, "I've called you like a million times."

"Nothing just coming up with different ways I could commit suicide so that I won't have to listen to this shit anymore."

"It's not that bad."

"It's not very good either."

"Whatever. Anyway, back to what I was sayin' while you were in your own little world. I fixed up the spare bedroom in my apartment for you. It's not much but it's got the essentials. You know, a bed, a dresser, and a closet", he explained.

"That's fine. I don't really need much anyway, just a place to sleep and be lazy."

"Shouldn't you be thinking of getting, I don't know, something called a job?", asked the smartass.

"I guess but why would I do that when I'm on vacation?", she asked him with a smirk.

"So you can make some money? I'm not payin' everything for your lazy ass."

"Fine, fine. I'll go a-huntin' for a job in a few days."

"Good."

"Are we there yet? 'Cause, I don't know how much longer I can take of this", she grinned.

"Shut up", he replied as he messed up her hair.

"Hey! Stop it, man!", she laughed as she smacked his hands away and settled back down.

The rest of the ride went in silence, with the exception of Dale's random giggles at the radio host and Danielliz's groans of boredom. Twenty-five minutes later, the duo arrived at Dale's apartment. Danielliz looked up at the semi worn down building, as Dale turned the ignition off, and wondered why her cousin lived there.

"Shouldn't your place look a little more, I don't know, not so worn?", she asked.

"What do you mean?", he replied confused.

"Don't you work at a law firm or something?"

"Yeah, something like that. I'm a Process Server", still somewhat confused.

"You're a process servant? What? You serve the process?", she looked at him confused.

"Process. Server.", he repeated slowly and slightly annoyed, "I have to go undercover and deliver people subpoenas and stuff."

"Ok. Whatever. I still don't get it, but point being you must get paid good. So, why don't you have a nicer place?"

"What? I have a good pay but that doesn't mean I can pay for a fucking condo or something. If my place bothers you so much, why don't you sleep on the street tonight?", Dale said annoyed.

"What happened to not being able to leave me out on the street?"

"Well, I thought I couldn't but obviously I can!"

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I was just messin' with you. I don't care where you live, man. Don't you remember what I said before? All I need is a place to sleep and be lazy. I just wanted to annoy you", she laughed and grinned.

"You punk ass", he laughed too.

After sharing a laugh, the two got out of the car and Dale popped the trunk open. Danielliz pulled out two rolling suitcases and pulled them to the building entrance, while Dale grabbed the rest of her bags and shut the trunk. There really wasn't much for Dale to carry seeing as Danielliz doesn't really own much to begin with.

Dale came up to the door unlocked it and told her lock the door behind her. After she locked the door, she followed him onto the elevator that was at the end of the hall. He pressed the up button to call for the elevator. While they waited for the elevator, Danielliz tried to make small talk.

"So, should I be scared or anything before I go up there?", she smirked.

"You know, you're a bigger pain in the ass then I remember you being."

"What do you mean pain in the ass? I'm super loveable", she said and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Sure you are. Ever since I picked you up at the airport you've been a thorn at my side, bugging me the whole way here", he muttered.

"Aw. Don't be that way. I just like wise crackin' on people. It's fun, especially when it's you", she grinned at him as the elevator finally arrived. The two stepped into the elevator and Dale pushed the button to the third floor.

"I'm glad I can be your personal dummy", he said unenthusiastically.

"Aw. Me too", she laughed and pat him on the back. Dale just rolled his eyes at his cousin's silly antics.

The elevator slowed to a stop and opened its doors on the third floor. Dale led the way to room 303, and pulled out his keys to unlock the door. Danielliz in the meantime, looked up and down the deserted hall to see four other doors on the side of the hall Dale's apartment was on, and five on the other side of the hall. Dale unlocked the door and pushed it open.

"Ladies first", he said signaling for her to enter.

"Well, what are you waiting for", she grinned.

"Shut up and get in there", he growled at her. She simply laughed and walked into the dark apartment. Dale following after her, shut the door and flipped the light switch.

Dale's apartment could be summed up in one word, homey. It had a small living room to the left with a love couch, a recliner, and a decent sized TV. Next to the living room was a small kitchen. What separated the two was a counter, where one could sit in one of the tall chairs and eat a nice meal. To the right was a small desk, cluttered with all kinds of papers and junk. To the side of the desk was a door which she thought must be a closet. In front of them was a short hall that Dale began to walk down. He motioned Danielliz to follow, and with one last look around she gave in to his silent request.

"Alright now this door to left is my room, where I would appreciate it if you didn't enter it", Dale instructed.

"Ew. Why would I want to go in there? Might have some scary shit in there, man", Danielliz said with a disgusted look towards the room.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm just saying for if you decided to go snooping around."

"No worries. I wouldn't go anywhere near your room, not even with a ten foot pole."

"Ha. Ha. Ha", he laughed sarcastically and turned to a door on the right wall a little further down from Dale's room across the hall. "This is your room, and like I-"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't enter it", she mimicked in a deep voice.

Dale just stared at her with a look of incredulity. "Would you stop with the stupid little jokes long enough for me to finish my tour of the apartment, and dump your crap on your room?"

"Fine. Gosh, can't even take a little joke", she muttered like a child.

"Like I was saying, there isn't much in the room just the essential things and that door there", he pointed at the door on the wall at the of the short hall," is the bathroom. Now here," he opened the door to her room and dumped the bags he was carrying on the bed, "take your shit and unpack."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n", she saluted. Dale just shook his head and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

Danielliz stood in front of the door looking around the room. The room was pretty small. The bed was right in front of her against the wall. To the right was a dresser and a closet. The room really was plain, but that was fine with her.

She walked to the bed pulling her cases behind her and setting them next to the bed. She spent the next couple of hours folding clothes, putting them in the dresser, and hanging up whatever went in the closet. She also unpacked the bags Dale had dropped on her bed, which contained her feminine products, jewelry, books, magazines, pictures, posters, and a load of other crap. She hung up some of the posters and photos, and put the rest of what she had on her dresser. Looking around satisfied with her work she walked out of the room to see what Dale was doing.

Dale sat on the couch asleep with the TV on. She smiled and turned of the TV. She shook him awake and made him go take a shower and go to bed. After he was out, she jumped into the shower and took a much needed warm shower. After about fifteen minutes, she turned the shower off, grabbed a towel and dried herself off. She walked to her room where she had forgotten her nightwear, got dressed and went to sleep.

A/N: I'm sorry about that weird switch in Point of View but it was the only way I could explain how she got where she is now. Hope it wasn't too confusing. And please do tell me if you read anything that might not be accurate or are confused about.

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