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Post by TABBY on Jul 22, 2005 22:57:46 GMT -5
lol, i believe it
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 22:58:01 GMT -5
Okay, give me a couple minutes to take a break, then I'll start writing again.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 22, 2005 22:59:12 GMT -5
ok........ ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 23:19:35 GMT -5
PART NINETEEN I woke up the next morning to the sound of Tre snoring. I smiled and tried to get up without waking him, but it was impossible. He jumped up in bed, practically whacking me in the skull. "Ow!" I said, grabbing my forehead. "Oh God, I'm sorry," he said, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer so he could kiss my forehead. "Does that help?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm glad I could be of service," he laughed. "Thanks for letting me sleep here," I said. "No problem," he chuckled. "But you missed the end of the story." "And how did it end?" I asked. "Like this," he said, kissing me and pulling me back onto the bed. It wasn't long before the two of us were completely naked and about to, well, do the deed, when Tre's bedroom door opened. "Tre? HOLY SHIT!" I looked over at the door to see Mike sheilding his eyes. I grabbed Tre's sheets and pulled them around me, embarassed beyond belief. "Um..." Mike was still covering his eyes as he spoke. "Nona's mom called to see if Chris was here. I guess she is so I'll leave." Mike left, shutting the door. Tre and I looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter. "Well, that was funny," Tre said. "But where were we?" "Sorry, I'm not in the mood anymore," I said, getting up and picking up my underwear off the floor. "WHAT?" Tre asked. I turned and looked at him. He was giving me the cutest puppy dog face. How could I say no to that? "Just kidding," I giggled, and practically pounced on him.
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE "Oh my God," whispered the waitress of the Bob Evan's as the police officer opened the trunk. There was the body of a girl who had been shot several times through the heart. She wasn't wearing any clothes, and it was apparent she had been beaten or something. "Whoever did this is one sick fuck," the officer commented. Little did he know that whoever did that was also in Paris, checking into a hotel and worrying about his daughter.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 22, 2005 23:30:19 GMT -5
o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0....this is getting intense....
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 9:54:00 GMT -5
PLEASE UPDATE!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 10:45:14 GMT -5
Wow...I actually have plans for today. Otherwise I would sit around on my butt and update for you all day. But I promise I'll update later today. Just not right now.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 11:13:58 GMT -5
Wait...I have some time. Let me start writing.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 11:14:00 GMT -5
lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 11:14:26 GMT -5
Hold on...I'll post in a few minutes.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 11:24:28 GMT -5
PART TWENTY Dave sat in his hotel and looked out the window. He wondered where Chris had run away to. He hoped she was only at the Armstrong's house. He also pondered if she would start dating one of the guys that lived there. This kind of scared him. Billie was an okay kid and everything, Mike was pretty nice, and Tre was just weird. But they were all a bunch of pot-smoking teenagers. Dave knew that. But of the bunch, Dave decided he prefered that his daughter date Billie. He seemed like the most sensible. Then Dave started wondering about Chris's love life back in New York. He knew his ex-wife hardly paid attention to their daughter, so Chris could've been a corner whore for all she knew, and she wouldn't have noticed. The thought almost killed him. He picked up the phone and dialed room service and got some ham and champagne. He might as well enjoy the time he had before the police started looking for him.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "Wow," Tre laughed. The two of us lay in bed next to each other. "What?" I asked. "Before me, how many times have you had sex?" he asked. I snorted. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "You just seem...very professional or experienced or whatever," he said. "Are you calling me a whore?" I questioned sarcastically. "No...just...you're very good in bed." "Thanks," I giggled, almost flattered. Although it was a very strange thing to have someone tell you that. The truth was I had only had sex with one person before Tre, and he told me I sucked (not literally). "Are you guys dressed?" Mike called through the door. "No," Tre responded, pulling the sheets up around us. "But we're covered. You can come in." Mike came in, looking like he was going to vomit even at the thought of Tre and me fucking, but said, "Billie's mom's going to be home in 10 minutes. She just called. So you should probably get dressed and take Chris home." "Okay," Tre said. Mike left and Tre climbed out of the bed, grabbing some clothes out of a dresser. I got dressed as well and the two of us were headed down the street just as Billie's mom's car pulled into the driveway. "Are you worried about your dad?" Tre asked. "Not really," I said. "I could care less about him." "What about Jenny?" "Her I'm worried about. She's nice, but not exactly bright. If someone kidnapped her, she'd have no idea how to elude him." "Yeah," Tre said. "You didn't....?" "What? Kill them? Oh my God! Do you really think I would do that?" "I don't know. I was just asking. If you did, you know I wouldn't tell anyone." "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD THINK THAT!" I screamed. "Let me out of the car." "What?" he asked. "If you actually think I would do something like that, then you can't be my friend, let alone my boyfriend." I opened the car door and looked down at the moving street. "Stop the car or I'll jump." Tre practically slammed on the breaks. "Are we breaking up?" he questioned. "You bet your sweet ass." I jumped out of the car, slammed the door and ran as far as I could. I didn't even know where I was going, but it didn't matter.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 13:01:56 GMT -5
omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg, anyway PLEASE UPDATE!!!!!, lol ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 13:13:18 GMT -5
Give me a few minutes. I shall update in a bit.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 13:44:00 GMT -5
yay ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 13:53:52 GMT -5
PART TWENTY ONE I should just jump and get it over with. I was at this little wooden bridge that ran over a creek. I wasn't sure exactly where I was. I had run a mile or so, I was pretty sure. I was in the middle of some forrest type place, comtemplating suicide. Well, not seriously, since I was pretty sure jumping from the bridge would result in little more than maybe a broken arm. I was kind of surprised that Tre hadn't followed. And I wanted him to. I wanted for him to run after me, wrap his arms around me and tell me that he loved me. But life's a bitch like that. "Can I help you?" I heard a voice ask. I jumped a little and turned. Standing on the shore of the creek was an old woman who looked like she was Egyptian or from the Middle East or something. "No," I said softly. "Well then, could you please get out of my backyard?" "Your backyard?" I repeated, looking around. I couldn't see a house or anything. "Yes," she sighed. "This is my backyard." "Oh," I said, sounding kind of confused. "What's your name?" she asked. "Chris." "Well, Chris, where do you live?" "I don't know," I shrugged. "Let me rephrase that. Where are you supposed to be?" "I still don't know," I told her, getting annoyed with this lady. "Sorry I bothered you or whatever." I walked off the bridge and headed up a grassy slope. "What's wrong?" she called. God, this lady was nosy. "Nothing," I said. "He really does love you." "What?" I asked, turning around. "He loves you. You have no idea how bad he's hurting right now," she said. "What are you talking about?" "I know about it, honey," she said. "If you like, you can come with me and I can help." I was interesting in what this woman knew about my life and how she knew, so I nodded and followed her. She led me along the creek through the forest to a little hut type place. Outside of her house was a sign that read "Fortune Telling: Palm Readings $5". The sign was in the middle of nowhere. No one could see it. She probably didn't get much business. She opened the door and led me inside. I expected for her house to be more...I don't know...magical or something. But it looked like a regular house. I sat on her leather sofa and she was seated beside me. She grabbed my hand and stared at it for a moment. "Your father," she said. "What about him?" I mumbled, sounding like I couldn't care less, but honestly being a bit interested. "He's in Europe," she said. "Is he safe?" "For now, yes. And your friend." "Jenny? Is she okay?" "I'm sorry," the woman said, opening her eyes and staring at me. "She's dead." "Oh my God. Who killed her?" The woman's eyes glazed with tears. "Your father," she whispered.
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