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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 6, 2005 15:45:45 GMT -5
I want more stories. GIVE ME MORE STORIES!
I'm so demanding.
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Post by Kill on Jun 7, 2005 15:07:23 GMT -5
I just realized that I was missing a chapter! This is chapter 2. It comes in right after Stormi leave Jordan to do his little grunge thing on the radio. Um...Sorry about the inconvinience! Yeah. This is like a secret track or something...Haha. Leave me alone, I have no clue what I'm saying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [glow=red,2,300]PART TWO[/glow]
Stormi made her way onto the California sunlight as quickly as possible. It would all be gone too soon. The evening was about to begin and this was about the only time she got in the sun, hence her dark hair. A yellow taxi pulled up in moments and she made her way in.
"Hey, Jopie," she said to the driver.
"Hi, how was work?" the girl with dark skin and maroon hair pulled away from the curb and headed towards the beach house district.
"It was good. I finally found someone that might be worth hiring..." she remembered Tre's lovable face.
"Oh, that's cool. Who is it?"
"Can't say. Sorry. Not until he's hired...That is if. I mean I would hire him, but I don't know about Greene," Stormi said.
"Ah..." was all that Jopie said and then she came to a smooth halt outside of a white house. The back of it was on stilts because it was half on the street, half on the sand. It wasn't tall but it was wide. The roof slanted slightly and sky lights were visible from the other side of the street. It was a nice house.
"Thanks, Jope!" Stormi said and then looked both ways before crossing. The taxi pulled away as she unlocked her door and walked inside. In the threshold she dropped everything but her coffee. The mug was empty now so she took a few steps to get into the kitchen. Dropping it in the sink she noticed a note attached to the refrigerator: 555-6543 Humor Recruits She wouldn't be needing that any more so she took the sticky note and threw it in the garbage. Tre was perfect for the job, she thought and then made her way to the den where the answering machine was. She skipped through the unimportant messages, which was all of them, and then plopped down on the couch. The beach was visible through the sliding glass doors and it was a calming scene. She could forget about Tre, Jordan, Mr. Greene, Jopie, everything just by looking out that window. She rolled over and then was soon asleep.
When she woke up Stormi was sprawled out on the floor and the warm morning rays were hitting her through one of the many skylights. It felt so good, but she knew that she had to get up and take over for Lauren the other radio host that did the night shift. She ran her fingers through her hair, not having time to get her brush and then looked around for a laundry basket full of clean clothes that hadn't been put away yet. Luckily, she found an outfit that looked alright, but then she remembered her meeting with Tre.
"Can't wear that..." she said, and looked around again, "...but it's the only thing clean." She pulled on the Mattel vintage t-shirt and a pair of black, grey, and pink plaid capris. Hurriedly, she picked up her briefcase and a mug full of coffee. Thank God for her odd 12am habits!
(Every night at 12am for some odd reason Stormi wakes up and brews coffee, then puts it in a mug, which is set by her door. She can't remember doing it though, and the only way she found out was from Jopie, who had spent the night a few months ago. Before then she was kind of scared to drink the mysterious coffee.)
Stormi threw the strap of her bag around her shoulder and took off. Jopie never drove her to work because some old Italian took over for her around this time, but Stormi didn't mind. She loved the morning in California.
As she reached the station she waved to Lauren driving away. Lauren was new and always forgot to let Stormi show up BEFORE Lauren got off the air. This gave all the more reason for Stormi to hurry to the radio booth. She checked in and then took the elevator to her room. Sitting down she put on The Clash in the background, introduced herself as always, and then got off air while the music to call Mr. Greene.
"Hi, it's Stormi," she said, "When can I leave to meet with Tre?"
Mr. Greene was on his other line Stormi guessed because then the commercial for the network started to play. It was the same old thing with the same old computer woman's voice:
"Thank you for calling MFAUN, Music For Us All Networking Inc. Please hold."
Then Stormi's Clash song began to play. After getting out Tre's portfolio and writing his name on the interview sheet Mr. Greene picked up the phone.
"Stormi?"
"Yeah," was all she was able to get out before Mr. Greene burst out into orders.
"I've set up for the two of you to meet at Panera Bread. You know the one at the shopping plaza next to the record store? But, yeah, he is on his way now. As soon as Jordan shows up - he'll be early by the way - go and meet Tre. Do you have his portfolio?"
"Uh-huh," Stormi said then Jordan waltzed right in. "Oh, Jordan's here! I'll call you after the interview with Tre...Okay?"
"Yes, Miss Clemmings," Mr. Greene said and hung up. Stormi put the phone back on the receiver and saw Jordan leaning against the wall smirking.
"What?" Stormi snapped.
He just shook his head tossing brown locks everywhere then muttered, "Tre huh?"
Stormi glared, "You bastard." Without another word she grabbed her bag and stood up to leave.
"Every bastard needs a bitch," he said in what he thought a smooth, cool voice. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around Stormi and brought her closer to him.
"Get off me you fucker!" she kicked Jordan in the nuts then stormed out of the door. Hopefully Tre wasn't a Jordan type guy.
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Post by Kill on Jun 8, 2005 6:07:21 GMT -5
MAKE SURE YOU READ ^^CHAPTER 2^^ NOW THAT IT IS POSTED!!!
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BaSkEtCaSe
Nimrod
I may be out of my mind at times but I'm fucking smart!
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Post by BaSkEtCaSe on Jun 12, 2005 19:39:38 GMT -5
Pft...Sure you do!
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BaSkEtCaSe
Nimrod
I may be out of my mind at times but I'm fucking smart!
Posts: 100
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Post by BaSkEtCaSe on Jun 13, 2005 16:22:19 GMT -5
I WANNA BE IN IT MORE 'CAUSE PEOPLE FROM CANADA ROCK! -Stephanie
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 16:34:01 GMT -5
Part Ten
Stormi had gotten the two of them drinks and then made her way back into the living room. Tre wasn't there so she figured he had gone to the bathroom. She set the two bottles of soda on the coffee table and then went upstairs to change. The bathroom door was shut, but there was no light on. Where had Tre gone? Or did he like to do his business in the dark? Stormi rapped on the door lightly, "Tre are you in there?" There was no answer so she looked inside her bedroom. Sure enough there was Tre, curled up in a ball, fast asleep.
"Tre," she whispered shaking his shoulder lightly. She wasn't too sure if she did want to wake him up. Yeah, she wanted to get to know him more, but being human, he needed rest. He woke up though.
"Huh?!" Tre sat straight up nearly throwing himself off of the bed.
"I see you did make yourself at home," Stormi laughed and then climbed onto the bed. "I need to get dressed Tre. Do you mind?"
"No I don't mind," Tre sat there innocently.
"Um, I mean, do you mind leaving the room for a second?" Stormi blushed ever so slightly.
"Oh, yeah! Sure," Tre ran to the door and then shut it behind him. He waited right outside the door though.
Stormi pulled off her pink shirt and put on a spaghetti strap night gown. She then threw her capris into a pile of clothes located in her closet. There.
"Tre, you can come in now," she called and immediately, Tre was inside. Only there was something different about him. Oh, yeah. It might've been the fact that he had taken off his shirt and pants, and was now only wearing boxers decorated with marajuana leaves. Stormi was taken by surprise at first. But she liked this surprise. Tre was built! You wouldn't think it, but he had a nice body. Not one of those six pack type machos, but he wasn't fat. Yet, he wasn't skinny. He was perfect. Yeah, Stormi liked.
"Nice boxers," Stormi commented trying to act cool, and then flew onto the bed. "I am whooped!"
"Me too," Tre stood in the door way still, shuffling his feet.
"You know, this is about the only time this year I have slept in my bed," Stormi laughed, straightened out some pillows, and then understood Tre's position. "I don't have a spare room or anything. The couch folds out downstairs, but if you want, we can share."
"Uh... Are you sure?" Tre was scared of her boldness for once. She was beautiful, funny, nice, and all that great stuff, but they had just met today. Tre didn't want to make her feel awkward. But yet, Stormi was tempting.
"Oh, I don't mind," Stormi patted the spot next to her, "Just no funny business."
"Daw, fine," Tre laughed and then hopped onto the bed next to Stormi. The two of them talked for a little and then as Tre was explaining something, he heard the paced breathing of Stormi sleeping. He looked at her peaceful face and saw that she was sleeping. A strand of wavey black hair fell over her eye giving her the story book princess look. The one that so desperately needed a knight in shining armor to rescue her. To take her away, and show her things that she dreamed off.
Tre wondered what Stormi was dreaming of now, as he pushed the strand of hair from her eyes. Probably something on her bulletin board. He glanced at it again, and noticed, it was her life. There was a picture of a family, and a picture of a funeral, a picture of Stormi with a dog, a picture of that Stephanie, and a picture of co-workers. Tre went to sleep, dreaming of his picture hanging on Stormi's bulletin board. He knew the perfect spot too. The place that was empty, right next to Jordan. If Stormi didn't remember Tre as her boyfriend for long, maybe she would remember him as the guy who knocked out the jerk for her.
Suddenly, though Tre felt silk skin touch his. He peered at his shoulder to see a pale delecant hand wrapping itself around him. He relaxed and fell asleep once more, Stormi embracing him in her sleep.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 13, 2005 16:36:27 GMT -5
AWWWW! I love this story.
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 16:40:39 GMT -5
Thanks! ;D
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BaSkEtCaSe
Nimrod
I may be out of my mind at times but I'm fucking smart!
Posts: 100
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Post by BaSkEtCaSe on Jun 13, 2005 16:40:48 GMT -5
YAY! MORE NOW!!!PLEASE!!!Or...I'll use my jedi lightsaber to poke you and it burns!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 13, 2005 16:44:17 GMT -5
You like to threaten people with the lightsaber, don't you?
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 16:56:19 GMT -5
Part Eleven
Stormi woke up first and realized that she was the one that broke her own rule. Her entire body was pressed up tight against Tre. Oops. Slowly, trying not to wake up Tre, she pulled her arms from around him and untangled their legs. Man, how could Tre sleep with her all over him like that. A wave of guilt swept over Stormi so she got dressed and out of that skimpy night gown.
Tre woke up moments later, but not after Stormi was getting dressed. "Morning, Stormi," he yawned, stretched and rolled over, expecting to see her face, but instead she saw her with her bra and panties on.
"AH! TRE! Turn around!!!" Stormi leapt for a shirt.
"SORRY!" Tre said and flopped back over facing the bulletin board. He guessed Stormi had forgotten about the small mirror that was hanging from the cork board.
"Alright," Stormi said, he face redder than red gets.
"I'm sorry," he said again and then sat up.
"It's okay, you were bound to see it sometime or other," she laughed and then pulled on a sock as she jumped around the room. Then another sock.
Tre yawned again and walked over to the door. Opening it he then grabbed his clothes he had left right there. Silently, he pulled on his pants and shirt then socks. "Where are we going?" he finally asked after he had everything on except shoes.
Stormi laughed, "I'm going to work. I guess you can come too. I mean, Mr. Greene has to meet you at some point."
"So, I need to dress somewhat professionally?" Tre asked, slowly saying the last word.
"Oh, no! Be yourself. I go to work everyday like this," Stormi stood back and waved her arms at her outfit. A red shirt that said, 'Hooray, that crazy person's here,' and black capris with red cuffs.
"You mean beautiful?" Tre said and then resented saying that. He didn't know why. Maybe he was just kind of nervous to say those things.
"Well if you think so," Stormi laughed and then walked by Tre and headed downstairs.
Tre followed. How could he not?
Stormi threw her bag over her shoulder and then began to search around for something as soon as Tre came downstairs.
"What are you looking for?" he asked and began looking too.
"My coffee," she whined and then stood up again. "Tre, you are a powerful force on my habits."
"Huh?" Tre said and stood up too.
"Nothing, but it's a good thing," Stormi laughed and figured she wouldn't need coffee if Tre was going to be with her all day, keeping her awake.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 13, 2005 17:02:26 GMT -5
Tre's better than coffee. I totally agree with that.
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BaSkEtCaSe
Nimrod
I may be out of my mind at times but I'm fucking smart!
Posts: 100
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Post by BaSkEtCaSe on Jun 13, 2005 18:04:25 GMT -5
You like to threaten people with the lightsaber, don't you? Yeah, I do.....HEY! The pine trees outside my window are giving me the finger...*Gets out blow tourch(sp?)* MWUAHAH!....Hehe back on topic - UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Kill on Jun 13, 2005 23:50:43 GMT -5
So I take it that you like my story?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 0:05:04 GMT -5
I know I do.
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