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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:33:28 GMT -5
I’m starting a new series. I've never tried writing anything 667 related, and I thought it was a good time to try. I don't think what I'm writing is ever going to match up with what Tyler's doing with that.... 667 Mystery thing, but I'm giving it my best shot Oh, sorry for the corny name, by the way. Christmas Craze... Hahahaha. Each chapter takes place at my house over the Christmas break, when you all come to visit, courtesy of my family’s mileage with United Airlines. I haven’t really worked it out yet, but I figure it spans between December 19 and December 27, more or less. If I feel inclined to I might extend it past New Years. Here’s the introduction. Noting special, just sort of… setting you up for what’s to come. I tried to include as many people as I could. Some I did not choose to include. If I forgot you, go ahead and tell me, and I will surely add you in somewhere. After all, this will be a long running series, and everyone needs to be established in the first part. Even if I don’t know you that well, please tell me if you’d like to be included. I’ll make sure to put you in somewhere. Sorry if I copied ideas from the stories of other people. I’m just trying to sum up the 667ness. You know what I mean? Anyway, I’ve done my best so far. If I like the way things turn out, I’ll keep adding installments. The first one is already 98% done. Sorry, I’m not much of a dialogue writer… So that probably stinks in the story. Actually, there isn’t much dialogue in the prologue at all. You can judge me in later chapters. I had added pictures of my house to give better visuals, and to save me from lengthy descriptions… Plus I think it adds a bit of a realistic touch. I was only able to get mostly outside shots. My parents didn't want me taking pictures of bedrooms and kitchens and stuff for the sake of privacy, I guess. Oh, and I apologize for the terrible quality. I’m using a really horrible $50 digital camera piece of junk… And it’s just bad. Sorry. You still get the general idea of the places in my house I’m mentioning. Prologue: Setting the SceneFor nearly two months the complex travels plans had been made, remade, rethought and finally set. Phone calls had circulated endlessly, from Tragedy’s house, to Australia, to Maine, to the U.K., to Canada, to Oklahoma, New York, Texas, New Jersey and many places besides. Reservations were in place, suitcases were being packed, and everyone had been sent their tickets. The T family did not have enough money for all of their tickets… Well they did, actually, but they were actually planning on sending their children to college, and they also planned on retiring before they turned 60. ANYWAY. Mr. T did, however, have enough mileage to cover them all. He had amassed an inordinate sum of miles thanks to his job, which demanded much travelling. The only drawback was that every member had to fly on the crappy economy/coach class. They all managed to reach their destination on the same day. In fact, many ended up on the same flight, especially the British 667ers. Anyway, what mattered what was that they would be spending the holidays together- not online, but in person. And so it was that the members spent their early weeks of December anticipating their Christmas reunion, and their first meetings in person. No one thought it would ever actually happen. Many had fantasized (suggestive word there just for you, Charlotte) about it, and some had even written stories about it, but most never actually believe they would ever meet. You and I know that some things in life are inevitable. It came to pass that everyone arrived safe and sound on the 19th of December, 2004. The early arrivals had to wait as long as 4 hours for the late comers to arrive at the bustling airport. Luckily, the extended wait wasn’t so awful since there was so much to talk about with the members who had also arrived. Sam was the first to land, at 1:30 local time. He and had been on a plane together with the other Aussie members. Travel agents hired by Tragedy’s family had tried as hard as possible to get the flights to have as close arrival times as possible, but it wasn’t a perfect setup. The Canadians arrived last at 4:20, including Colton and Souffle. After tedious flights of varying length, the members of 667 arrived at the airport and said their awkward greetings (“G’day!” - Sam). Some members had never shown picture of themselves, and had to walk around with dorky nametags, feeling like big losers. Others were perfectly recognizable, like Jessica/swans, who was cute, but ridiculously midget-sized. George/Dupin did the wild roll call at 4:25, a task set to him by Tragedy. When they were sure every member was present, they headed outside the airport. An elegant, crimson charter bus picked them up and drove them off to Tragedy’s house at 4:30 P..M. sharp. On the ride, members warmed up to each other a bit and found that they could connect with each other just as well as they could on 667 Dark Avenue. Their conversations were numerous and varied, and it’s pointless to go into them until perhaps the coming chapters, in which a conversation might be instrumental to the plot. The loud babble which filled the bus gave their short, buck-toothed driver a headache. Some of the members had annoyingly high pitched voices, especially the younger girls. Many were surprised by the warm weather: some had never had a Christmas during which the temperature did not drop below 40 degrees. Down there, it was about 65 degrees in the middle of December. Luckily, Tragedy had warned them to pack for warm weather, since it only ever got chilly at night. The bus finally slowed and they waited as the gates opened. They got out, unloaded their luggage and walked expectantly up the long, narrow driveway. They were greeted courteously at the end of the driveway by the [url=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/TragedyThomas34/workers.jpg ]leader houseworkers[/url] (Edna, the head housekeeper, Francisco, the primary driver, and Manuel, the old groundskeeper) and their host, Tragedy/Tragedy. Tragedy was polite, friendly, sophisticated, well-dressed (he was wearing a sweater vest in honor of the arrival of swans, his accalimed BFF), and an all around good guy. He welcomed them graciously, smiling mysteriously, shaking their hands and clarifying who was who. He explained that the rest of his family had gone off to Europe, to visit an aunt in Vienna. Only the house staff and himself were left in the house. Everyone admired the house. This is a picture of the left wing of the house. Here is the middle section. The grounds were expansive, the house was beautiful, spacious and well-layed out, and it was filled with interesting artwork, objects, and more from distant lands where the T family had travelled to. Tragedy had given them a walking tour through the house and surrounding gardens and fields. He had also shown them to their rooms, where they all put down their suitcases. Most of the girls had their own suites of the third floor on this side of the house (Tragedy is such a gentleman, you know), while the boys were either to sleep on the ground floor, the basement guest rooms or, in Mario’s case, in the pool-heater room with the cockroaches and other animal life. As time passed and everyone adjusted to their surroundings, they all settled in separate parts of the house. Kimia and Aimee/Pucca were to be found out at the swingset, passing the time before dinner. They seemed shy to mix and were really keeping to themselves, for now at least. Things were to change later for them, especially Aimee... George/Dupin and James/Skalu were playing a relaxed game of pool in the bar room while Jack, Scotty and Mental sipped sodas they had found in the bar room fridge. Jack kept sticking a cue stick up James’ butt ferociously as James squealed, pretending to be annoying, though everyone knew he was enjoying it. Things eventually got pretty messy… But that’s for a different chapter. Sergio/DarkPhoenix was out on the soccer/volleyball field/court chatting with Rikku. Sergio was still pissed off that he was always paired with boys in 667 fics. ("One decent girl! Just one!" he was screaming). It had not helped that Pandora and swans had lain him down on Sam’s lap during the bus ride when he had fallen asleep. He was rudely awakened when Sam, disgusted, dumped him into the aisle. Rikku was comforting him as he pounded the ball into the goal over and over again. Songbird, StinkyPanda, Whales, Lauren2, ginnyriddle, MyNamesJacques, Asmodeus Snicket, CountOlaf and Gary Baudelaire were watching the scene impatiently, tapping their feet on the neatly cropped grass of the field. They wanted to get a game of volleyball going.
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:33:57 GMT -5
Prologue Continued Jessica/Swans and Pandora were having their faces painted by a team of maids, so they could blend in well with the green plants and trees which scattered Tragedy’s property. Tragedy had given them paint from his mother’s art closet (no picture available). They were eager to start havok and spy on people. They dynamic duo was indeed to be at it again. Stay tuned for that. Clem/Bored and Woe were in the swimming pool, chatting about those… younger girl things. You know what I mean? Good, because I have no idea what younger girls talk about. A second view of the pool is important for you readers. You will understand why later. Kyle/awpoue had climbed out of the 4th floor study window and was sitting on the roof, He was thinking about… things and watching the sun begin to set on the clear blue horizon. Misery and Despair were upstairs playing video games with Tancred/roBOOB/Rob. This was to be their common activity for the days to come. Mamba/Lauren and Kate/Mme.Aurora had found their way to the ground floor sauna, where they were relaxing barenaked, their clothes shed on the sauna floor. They were discussing the Magnetic Fields. Shouts of “STEPHIN MERRITT HAS THE HOTTEST VOICE EVER” could be heard ringing through the halls surrounding the sauna (Sauna picture coming soon, sorry about this). The sauna was large enough to fit about 4 or 5 people, and it was made of a nice white marble material. Pauli/Madamluna and Alison/NegativeNine could be seen on one of the ground floor porches (porch picture coming soon. It was too cloudy today), fighting to the death. An argument had broken out between them over who would get Professor Calculus from Tintin. They had been provided with fighting sporks by the maids, who had closed in around them to form a human fighting arena. “MATA-LA! MATA-LA!” they shrieked, pumping their fists as the girls went all out with their sporks. Some had begun placing bets (mostly bet on Neggie, who was especially skilled with the spork). Pennyroyal/Chris and Zach/Klaus/ponygirl were being discreet. They had set themselves a secret mission: When possible, make Mario’s stay at Tragedy’s house living hell. At the moment all of this was happening, Chris was filling Mario’s suitcase (Mario's suitcase coming soon) with ketchup and Zach had successfully flushed Mario’s passport down a toilet in the basement. Colton/Colton and Allison/Souffle had found their way to Tragedy’s sister’s playhouse and were having a cozy little time in there. They were keeping to themselves in each other’s company, as always. After all, they were basically the only pre-made 667 couple. Tyler and Charlotte/TimarTwonis/BrittleStar were playing with Tragedy’s yellow labrador, Beija (Beija pic coming soon), over by the doghouse. Tyler got along with the dog very well. He was happy because one of the maids had said he was cute, though he was disappointed that Tragedy had no female seahorses in the pool (he had been hoping for some hot, steamy marine life action). Charlotte, was being chased relentlessly by the usually calm dog because of her terrible stench, which reeked of barf and airplane food (she had sat next to an airsick fat man on the ride over). VioletB/Ann was standing around making fun of Tyler viciously and pinching her nose, though that is for another chapter altogether… Tragedy/Tragedy was up in his study (study pics coming as soon as I clean it up) giving Sam badly needed bass lessons while Trish/hermionegranger watched. Trish was starting to question her decision to date Sam. “He REALLY sucks,” she thought. “I don’t think even the awesome accent makes up for his complete lack of skill.” Also, Sam was a pretty insolent student. Also, he kept saying "Funny Runny" whenever Tragedy tried to correct his abysmal playing, so Tragedy kept threatening to BAN him. Kelsea/SnicketFires, Tiffany and Whitney were observing the solar panels on the roof which powered a portion of the house. Up on the 5th floor, they had a beautiful view of the surroundings, and could clearly see Charlotte being chased around in circles by Tragedy’s dog. Pester/Esther had found her way to the shower (I'm not posting a picture of a shower unless someone demands it) on the ground floor… Finally someone doing something normal and hygienic. Luckylemon was running around the social room saying, “WHOOOO I’M A PARTY ANIMAL GUYZ!” with snot trailing from his nose. Airplanes had always given him colds. Lembas was following him, wiping his snivel lovingly. The other members in the social room were staring at him disgustedly. “I wish he’d shut up. He wouldn’t know a decent party if it slapped him in the face wearing Kate's ridiculous purple feather boa and with a picture of Tyler kissing a fish tacked on it,” said CountessMecilia. She was very tired and Luckylemon was being downright obnoxious. Euromegamouth was sneaking around in Tragedy’s sister’s walk-in closet, looking for clothes she could use to dress up as NursVoilett, Katgrrl, Doggrrl and others, in a futile attempt to prove she was a different person from her multiple accounts. No one knew exactly why she had been invited. After all, she was always talking about how she’s manic/depressive and she also lied a lot. Euro was joined by Alexa/Powderfacedwoman, who was looking for a change of clothes, so she could dress up as her “twin sister” Alyssa, so that the members of 667 would believe her once and for all. J had found herself a dark corner down in the basement, feeling alone and sarcastic. She sat writing up ballots for a poll she wanted to conduct. The ballots read, “Am I too cynical?” She began to wonder if anyone would ever care... MariothePlumber/Mario was nowhere to be seen. He had ran into a tree by the open-air garage while chasing a bird and has passed out instantly. Nobody missed him. Kobolos, Lobokos and Sally were getting it on nasty in one of the maid’s bedrooms (My parents have a deal with the maid... I'm not supposed to go into her sector) over in the front wing, which contained many mops and brooms, just so you know. Kobolos and Lobokos were making a Sally-sandwich. Kobolos had felt out of place from the start, being the oldest member and one of the only two goblins, so he found solace in his brother and his brother’s girlfriend. He found solace in a very wrong way. Tragedy wondered why he invited them in the first place. Kobolos had always been a reject and a loser, and Lobokos and Sally were, if anything, worse. Other members congregated in the social room , where they were being served refreshments by the houseworkers. These members included Cakesniffer, Toodles, VKSB, RonWeasley, DarkAvenger, Brady/VFDGuyAmI and Fife were talking in one corner about the days when they had been 667’s most prominent posters. Other included Brian, who was showing off his piano playing skills. The more mature members like Celinra, Tocuna VF Dante and Shattered Peach were having their own discussions by the window overlooking the pool. The UE.net originals, who had also arrived, also were chatting in the social room. They were staying as mysterious as ever. All of this was happening at the same moment. Across the vast grounds of Tragedy’s property, the members’ shouts, calls and cries of glee could be heard. One hour had passed since they had arrived. Everyone had found comfort in the house. But just like on 667 Dark Avenue itself, the members would not be able to keep their lives calm and in order for long… And so the stage is set. It’s 5:30 on the 19th of December. Let the fun begin.COMING VERY SOON- Chaper 1: LAURACH: Mamba and Klaus
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:35:22 GMT -5
Chapter 1- LaurachDAY 1: December 19 This first story is not about Tragedy giving Sam badly needed bass lessons. It’s not about how a certain maid named Marsellini walked into her bedroom to find a shocked “messy sandwich” lying on her bed. It is not about how Colton and Allison came out of the pink playhouse sweating (from the heat? ), and how a crowd of newer members pointed and laughed at them as they exited quickly. It is not about Kimia falling face down off the swingset and Aimee laughing at her, and it is certainly not about Tyler being sad because he had no fish to wank on. This particular chapter is not about how Sergio ended up kicking the ball right into Rikku’s face and how a team of maids had to carry her off into the kitchen for some ice and smelling salts, or how Luckylemon, Lembas, Songbird, StinkyPanda, Whales, Lauren2, ginnyriddle, MyNamesJacques and Asmodeus Snicket crowded onto the field for an intense volleyball match. This first chapter is about two very special members, Zach/Klaus and MambaduMal/Lauren. Zach/Klaus had really gotten a raw deal. First of all, his parents had given him a hard time about coming. They didn’t want him going to a persons house hundreds of miles away for the holidays, especially since he had never actually met the host in person. Then, as he lived in Oklahoma, he flew to Tragedy’s house from a completely different point. Most of the members flew out from New York, Los Angeles, Sydney or London. However, Zach had to endure a flight sitting on the same plane as Swans, who lived in Texas. They met had Miami and flew from there. Zach had to endure a flight of endless chatter and comments of how he looked like a Precious Moments figurine. Sure, swans was cute. But that didn’t give her the right to flap her lips for 6 straight hours about... things he just didn't give a damn about. Like that artistic loser- I mean cool guy, Rufus. They arrived about 2 hours later than the first arrivals. Zach was thoroughly drained from his flight with Jessica. He needed some quiet time before dinner, which he knew would be a loud, energetic affair. Zach left Chris to his Mario-vandalizing pursuits down in the basement and went up to Tragedy’s study, where he found Sam, Trish and Tragedy, who was giving bass lessons to Sam. “Hey Tragedy, may I use your computer? Nice guitars, by the way. And you have an amazing house. Thanks for having us.” “Thanks. Sure, use this one right here,” said Tragedy, pointing to the study computer to his left. “Do you have one somewhere more private?” he asked pointedly. “Sure, take a right from this door and continue up the flight of stairs on the left. I don’t want to know why you want a computer in a private place though.” “Hahaha. Nothing like that. It’s just that Sam here sucks at the bass so much I can’t bear to hear another second of it. I might kill myself.” Trish rolled her eyes as if to say, “I know what you mean.” She was too kind to hurt Sam’s feelings though. Zach found the top level study with no problem. However, Tiffany, Kimia and Whitney were having an animated conversation about their hair on the balcony. Kimia had been separated from Aimee after Aimee had ridiculed her for falling off the swingset facefirst. She was still furious, but pretended to be happy by talking about this amazingly cute hairdresser she knew back in London. ANYWAY. Zach quickly sealed the sliding glass door, gave them a scorching look and sat down. He checked his e-mail, sent a message to his parents assuring them of his safety, and then he went on 667 Dark Avenue, just for fun. The forum was almost empty. It would be for the next week or two. He browsed Menacing Miscellaneous, and found a topic that he vaguely remembered. It was titled “Who You Like on 667” and it can be found here: asoue.proboards11.com/index.cgi?board=jock&thread=1085597223&action=display&start=0. On the third and fourth page, he found a comment he had said to Lauren. “Lauren....You love me?I always knew it. I LOVE YOU TOO YOU SEXY B!!! So, do you think you can meet me tonight at the Hampton Inn? For some poning. -pone” Zach remembered writing this vaguely. It felt to him as though it had been years ago. He read this and began to think. There was no doubt he had been joking at the time. After all, he and Lauren had always been a joke-item on 667 before she and Tragedy had started getting close. Or had he? He sat there for a few dazed minutes, thinking only of Lauren. Upon meeting Lauren at the airport, he had found himself oddly shy. He found he could not make the funny, dark and witty remarks he made to her online. Why was it? Was he indimidated by her good looks? And why was it that he was thinking about her, and no one else? He shut down the computer. He could not be this brooding if he were to have a good time under the hospitality of Tragedy (who, by the way, was an amazing, awesome, cool, funny, interesting host). He was here to have a good time, and he needed to find some energy in himself, and stop worrying about things. He walked all the way back to the ground floor, walked across the grass and sat down by the birdhouse for a bit of fresh air. He sat watching Tyler play with the dog. Ann was still making fun of him. “YOU STUPID FISH FUGGING FREAK. STOP GRINNING AT THE DOG LIKE THAT. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE THE DOWN SYNDROME.” “Play nice, Ann,” he called with a smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes.
Lauren had not had the most favorable of journeys either. Her flight from Maine to New York was okay since she had flown alone, but she had sat next to Charlotte on the flight from New York, and you know how that is. Charlotte did not shut up AND Charlotte had smelled terrible from her flight from New Jersey to New York. Apparently she had sat next to an airsick fat man who threw up on her. She smelled awful. Plus she kept harping on about how her ears kept popping, how she hated her sister, how she used to get sick back in third grade because of allergies, and how her dad needed to buy her softer toilet paper. By the end of the flight, Lauren had been driven to the brink of insanity. The girl was a menace. Her mouth never shut. Also, travel was just plain stressful for her, and she got airsick easily. Lauren needed some time alone for a while, and gather up some energy for the days to come. Lauren listened to Kate talk about her flight experience, and how cute she thought Tyler and Chris were. They were sitting barenaked in the steaming sauna, which was right next to the pool room. They could hear Skalu/James squeal as Jack stuck the cue up his butt over and over. Lauren found she was all talked out. She couldn’t even converse normally with her best friend on 667. Her flight with Charlotte had completely drained her of strength. Lauren got up suddenly and started clothing herself. “Hey, I’ll be right back,” she said quickly. “Where are you going?” Kate demanded. “Well… I need to go get. Something. The thing. Now. ” “Okay. I love it when I know exactly what you’re talking about,” said Kate, rolling her eyes. “I think I’ll just go take a walk. See you at dinner. May I take your feather boa? It might be a bit chilly out there. It’s getting late.” “Mmmhmm,” mumbled Kate, closing her eyes and basking in the warm sauna. She was having too good a time to let her best friend’s fussy mood bother her. Lauren walked out of the sauna, with the purple boa clutched in her left hand. She passed the Brit Boys (Dupin, James, Jack, Scotty, Mental and Asmodeus) playing team pool, passed the breakfast room, where Sam was pigging out on American brownies, and proceeded down the stairs, past the garage and the basketball court and into the cooling night air. It was nearly 6:30. She walked by Tyler, was holding back Beija the Labrador Retriever as she launched yet another attack on the malodorous Charlotte, who still desperately needed a shower but had no idea where the washroom was, since no one wanted to get close enough to her to give proper directions. Ann was howling with laughter, being no help at all. Directly in front of her, she saw Zach sitting next to the birdhouse. All of a sudden, her ridiculous surroundings disappeared. He was even cuter than he looked in pictures, sitting there all alone, she thought. He had the most adorable face and a nice head of brown hair to go with it. She felt a sudden urge to be with him. They had only exchanged a few words on the bus. She approached him slowly and flopped down into the grass. “Hey Zach,” she said tiredly. She was so exhausted. “Hello. You look sad. Would you like a fug? I mean a hug?” He was regaining a bit his humor.
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 18, 2004 21:36:01 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1 CONTINUED
“Hehe. I’m not sad, just a bit tired. I sat next to Charlotte on the plane and she drove me nuts. Plus traveling is just tiring, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Same here. I was with swans. I may never talk to her this whole vacation because I’m so tired of hearing her jabber. And my parents gave me a hard time about coming down here.”
“What matters is that you’re here now.” She said happily. “Besides, we shouldn’t complain right? I mean Tragedy’s been so generous, to have us over here.”
“Yeah, Tragedy is a GREAT, WONDERFUL guy. It’s an amazing place too. Sort of like a resort. We’ll have a good time.”
They sat in silence. In the distance, they heard an uproar from the other side of the grounds. Neggy had madamluna lying on the ground at spork-point, and the maids were cheering over her victory. “Only one can own Professor Calculus,” she was saying. “And I am that one.” Madamluna was sobbing piteously. But Zach and Lauren didn’t know this. They wouldn’t hear about it until dinner.
“I wonder what that was,” said Zach vaguely. He didn’t actually care. He was watching Lauren’s face in the growing darkness. She really was gorgeous with her pretty face, striking blond hair and stunning body.
Zach made a stab at conversation again. “Nice boa. It’s so. Feathery. And. Purple.”
“Thanks, but it’s actually Kate’s,” said Lauren. She was feeling too self-conscious to indulge in conversation with the cute boy sitting next to her.
The grounds were quiet. Everyone had moved inside, because the day was darkening quickly. Lauren had not noticed when Tyler had locked the dog away in its house. Zach had not noticed Charlotte had run back into the house screaming about the dog. Neither had noticed that Ann had also disappeared. The British members had all gone to bed, feeling a bit jetlagged. Dinner was probably being served.
Then, as Zach was just thinking about suggesting they go inside to eat, lights flashed on all around them, filling the grounds with a soft white glow. Manuel the groundskeeper had switched on the outdoor lighting.
“Wow,” gasped Lauren. The lights were very impressive. There were lights on every tree, and they also made a sort of pathway back to the house. They could also see the soccer field, fully lit, where Sergio was still kicking the ball furiously, angry at himself for nearly breaking Rikku’s nose, and angry at the other members for always pairing him with boys in fics.
As the silence rung in his ears, Zach felt a solemn resolve form down in the pit of his stomach. He gazed at Lauren. She was even more beautiful than she was in her pictures. Her hair glowed and her face shined with a glamour no photo could ever capture.
“Hey Lauren,” he choked. He felt like a big bumbling loser.
“Hey Zach!” she chimed. She knew exactly what he was feeling, and she was glad to be on the receiving end this time.
“No… uhhhh. You know it’s a beautiful night, I mean day. I mean night. Evening night. Beautiful evening. The moon is beautiful. And uhhhh you are uuummmm yeah you sure are hmmm yeah. Sure definitely yes alright. Yeah.”
Lauren smiled confidently. Although she was shy at times, Zach had always made her feel at home, and she could tell that he liked her very much. He had lost his nerve, but she had not.
She moved a bit closer to him. “It’s a bit chilly,” she stated coyly..
Zach swallowed. His heart was beating so hard he could barely hear himself think. He began talking fast, in a high, panicked voice. “Funny, you know. Won’t be snowing down here on Christmas because Tragedy told me it never snows down here because you know it so uhhh hot I mean its cold tonight. No White Christmas for us no sir it won't. Yeah! That’s what he told me he sure did. But it’s really hot. Yeah. Cold. Chilly hot. Red hot cold. Chili Peppers. But still its night time and its sort of cold and would you like to borrow my pone- I mean my jacket?” he finished embarassedly, trying to bring the conversation back down the Earth.
“You know…” said Lauren thoughtfully, interrupting Zach’s incoherent prattle. “It’s not really cold for me at all. Up in Maine, we have temperatures like 60 degrees lower than now at night. This is nothing. But…” She thought about it, and realized she had said the wrong thing. “Yeah, actually you know I’m sort of cold. May I borrow your pone? I mean your jacket?” She smiled.
Zach sat still, basking in the radiance of Lauren’s beauty. It was like a warm glow. It was like sitting next to the radiator on a cold winter morning. “Uuhh yeah sure. Anytime. Here you go.” He just sat there, starting at her, the jacket still wrapped around his body.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He just sat there… hypnotized.
“But Zach, you haven’t given me your jacket.”
“But. What? Oh yeah. Sorry about tha-.”
Lauren, feeling a rush of courage like she had never felt before, suddenly drew in towards Zach and they pressed lips. Zach’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he registered exactly what was happening. Lauren’s eyes were closed shut, feeling warmer and safer against Zach’s body. Their mouths opened for some hot tongue action which would be imprudent for me to describe. The seconds passed, and they were still bound together by the mouth.
Whispering could be hear in a bush behind the birdhouse. Then a rustle and a flash of white light. They stopped their prolonged kiss, pulling apart and turned around slowly. Out popped Swans and Pandora, both wearing ridiculous amounts of dark green paint on their faces. Each was dressed from head to foot in black clothing.
“HEHEHHEE! Swans, did you get a good shot?” giggled Pandora.
Leaves crackled in the distance, drawing the attention away from swans and Pandora’s startling appearance. A shadowy figure had come out of the side door.
“LAUREN!!!! I’m cold! Where’s my feather boa?” shouted Kate across from the house. The four of them turned around to look at her.
“LAUREN! You magikarp! You’re out kissing this midget while your friend’s neck is becoming frostbitten in this amazingly warm weather. Get out of here!” shrieked swans in mock disgust. She pulled Lauren back onto her legs.
“We’ll talk later, Zach,” whispered Lauren endearingly, pecking him on the cheek.
Zach, too shocked by what had happened to react, watched as Lauren stood up and trotted back across grounds to the side entrance, swans and Pandora tailing her and bombarding her with questions. He could still hear swans and Pandora chattering.
“Lauren, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” asked swans.
“Tragedy better lock their bedrooms so that they don’t have a ‘moonlit meeting’,” said Pandora. “OOOOHHHHH! I bet you're already thinking about how the pool table is a likely spot, aren’t you Lauren!” shrieked Pandora.
“Oh, disgusting! But hey maybe if Zach and Lauren dirty up the pool table enough, Tragedy will buy me a new pool table! I saw this really cute one in the Restoration Hardware catalogue," said a giddy Swans.
“Tell me, why would Tragedy buy you a pool table just because his becomes dirty. How does that make sense at all?” asked Lauren sourly, a bit annoyed that swans and Pandora had ruined her moment with Zach. They ignored her, too absorbed in their gossip.
"Oh, you haven't heard? The pool table is already covered in James’ anal juices from when Jack was poking his bum with a cue stick!” said Pandora.
“WHAT? Anal juices? Poking the bum? Nevermind, I don't even want to know," replied Swans with a look of disgust on her face.
“Are you sure? I heard Tyler took a picture of the table before the maids cleaned it up," said Pandora as she grabbed the camera and flashed the light in swans’ face. “AHHHHHH, I’M MELTING!!!” yelled swans.
The back of Lauren’s neck was turning red rapidly, her golden locks rippling behind her in the night breeze. She didn’t look back. She didn’t have to. Zach sat there in the grass, listening to the birds tweet in the looming trees and looked up at the twinkling stars in the clear night sky, thinking only of Lauren. He knew that his stay would be fine. Great, even. He had found his energy, he had found something he enjoyed more than tormenting Mario, AND he had found someone he could talk to without being driven mad. He was starting to regain his swagger too, his humor and coolness coming back to him. He stood up slowly, stretched and walked briskly into the house, ignoring Mario’s unconscious body lying forgotten in the grass. It was time for dinner, and Zach was starving.
Across the grass a bit, near the boundaries of his family's property, Tragedy put the basketball on the ground and stopped shooting. He had been watching the entire silly, endearing scene and no one had noticed. He was watching the four figures retreat back into the house. Zach, following Lauren, who was flanked by the two painted clowns. This was going to be an interesting holiday.
It is 7:00 on December 19th. Vacation has only just started.
COMING SOON: Chapter 2 – AnnLer (tentatively}
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 21, 2004 20:29:57 GMT -5
No new pictures… You can request pics of the places I’m talking about if you want, but I think most of them are shown in the Prologue. Hope you enjoy it. I sort of changed the style a bit. You can probably tell.
Chapter 2: AnnLer December 20th
It’s 3:00 A.M., and James/Skalu is making his way back to his room through a long, dark hallway. He’s carrying a basin of hot water. He swings his door open silently, being careful not to spill any wayer, tiptoes to Tyler’s bed and sets the basin on Tyler’s bedside table, almost smashing Tyler’s glasses. Then he proceeds to take Tyler’s hand and place it comfortably inside the basin of hot water. The job was done. He let nature do the rest.
James moves quietly past George’s bed and settles back into his own bed, smiling. He would have his revenge on Tyler, who had snapped pictures of him being rammed anally by Jack, Mental and Scotty with a cue stick, and Tyler would never know what had hit him.
The bright, warm sun rose over the horizon and the members of 667 awoke to their first morning of the holidays. Most had slept early the previous night, after their long journeys and an energetic dinner affair, during which an infuriated food fight would have broken out between madamluna and neggie, had it not been for the efforts of Tocuna VF Dante and CountessMecilia, who stood in between them and were hit by chicken breasts.
No one room could accommodate all of the members for breakfast comfortably. Some sat in the social room, some in the dining room, others in the breakfast room, and still others went outside to nibble on their toast and watch their surroundings wake up to the sun. Asmodeus, Ashley, Celinra, Tocuna VF Dante and Kyle had chosen to go eat breakfast on the roof, which was accessible via the top floor study. After breakfast, they stayed up there on the roof and conducted a little morning yoga session. By 10:00, most of the members were awake, dressed, and ready for an action packed day.
Realization had struck many of the members. They could do whatever they wanted in this house for the next week. No work, no worries, and plenty of good food for everyone. This brought about a new excitement which had not existed the night before. The electricity could be felt in the cool morning air.
But December 20th was not a special day for Rikku, who’s nose still bled occasionally throughout the day thanks to Sergio, or for Whales who had started a 4–on-4 soccer tournament that morning, which was a huge hit with the members, or even for Lembas, who had finally stopped hanging out with LuckyLemon, who had insulted her hairstyle the day before. No, this particular day was pivotal for two of our most loved members: VioletB/Ann and Tyler.
Tyler woke up late. He had been sharing a room on the second floor with George and James, right next to Tragedy’s study. He got up slowly from his mattress, and made his way past the TV room and down to the stairs. He had the creeping sensation that something was wrong. Something in the air felt out of place to him. He made his way down a staircase to the breakfast room but stopped on the last stair, realizing how silent the house suddenly was. It had been so full of conversation a second before. He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looked up dozily. Dozens of faces were turned in his direction, mouths gaping open and smirks starting to form.
“Wha- what are you all looking at? Uhh… Good morning. Nice day. Everyone? I’m starved. Where did you get the plates?” stuttered Tyler uncertainly.
Ann pushed through the crowd and grinned maliciously, pointing at a point right below Tyler’s bellybotton.
Tyler looked down slowly. “Oh no,” he groaned.
Ann had shared Tragedy’s sister’s vacant playroom with Aimee/Pucca, Kimia, Clem/Bored and Charlotte/Timartwonis. (Charlotte had, thankfully, taken a long shower before dinner the previous night, so everyone was able to breathe freely as they gossiped into the wee hours of the morning. Charlotte always had something to say, after all. But now that her stench was gone, everyone got along with her much better. In fact, her loquacious nature was quite adorable). It had been a tight fit in the room, but they had all slept comfortably on mattresses laid on the ground. Ann was pretty indifferent about the vacation. She wasn’t overly excited to be there, and she tried to hide any excitement she felt anyway. She awoke that morning with no real preference as to how to spend her day. She just took a quick shower, got dressed, and went down stairs to stand in the line for plates and food.
She was feeling pretty bored and lethargic. She wasn’t even amused when Mario ambled into the breakfast room looking confused, covered in grass and mud saying, “I just wake up and I are in ground. How this happen tell me now!!!” She felt no emotion until she looked up from her plate of scrambled eggs saw a pink clad figure descending down the stairs. Suddenly she felt a rush of excitement. She could not believe it. It was a dream come true. It was God sending her a gift. It was Tyler. Tyler, wearing bright pink, fuzzy, bunny rabbit footie pajamas, complete with a hood with bunny ears, and…
She broke a path through the crowd of eating, yawning members. She tore through Zach and Lauren, who were sharing a bit of bacon while Kate stood a few feet away, clicking her tongue impatiently at their enamored antics. By the time she had broken free of the crowd, everyone was staring at Tyler.
And stood there in the clearing, and began to snigger nastily. Then, she screamed, “HAHAHAHA! TYLER WET HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!”
The room exploded with laughter, and Ann began to feel energized.
Tyler looked down at his pink, fluffy self. He turned red. The unbearable laughter filled his head. Not only had he forgotten to change out of his PJs, but he had not realized that he had indeed peed in his pants last night and had never even noticed. How could this have ever happened, he asked himself.
He looked up at Ann, who was leering at him. Some of the members were crying from laughter. He turned around and ran upstairs, nearly slipping on his footies on the way up, making his floppy bunny ears waggle up and down, which coaxed even more laughter out of the crowd. As Tyler ran back to his room, he could hear Swans and Pandora giggling particularly loudly with glee. “Swans! I hope you got a good shot of that!” said Pandora. “An instant classic! But I do feel a bit sorry for little Tyler,” squealed swans delightedly, not sounding very sorry at all. “That was one of the funniest moments of my life!” chortled Chris/Pennyroyal, spilling milk all over himself.
After the laughter had died down and everyone had settled back to their meals, Tragedy put down his plate and walked up the stairs, following Tyler. The poor kid. Sure, his pajamas were outrageous, and he was a bit old to be bedwetting, but that didn’t give everyone the right to poke fun at him. Tragedy passed the TV room, where Colton and Allison/Souffle were holding hands on the couch, ‘watching’ the morning news (their eyes were actually focused only on each other). “Good morning,” he greeted them. He received no answer, as they snuggled closer to each other.
Tragedy walked down the hallway to Tyler’s room. He knocked.
“Go away!” shouted Tyler. He was sobbing like a baby.
Tragedy opened the door and entered. “Good morning, Ty Ty,” he said. Tyler was lying face down on his bed. Tragedy paused, and sat down on George/Dupin’s bed. “You know, everyone screws up. You have no reason to have your vacation ruined by a set of pajamas and a wet bed, which, by the way, will have its sheets cleaned ASAP.”
Tyler sat up, and sniffed. He began to talk hurriedly, in a hasty voice. “It’s not that. It’s ANN. SHE’S ALWAYS MAKING FUN OF ME. Like yesterday. She made fun of me for playing with your dog. She made fun of me at dinner for the way I drink from cups. She said my lips look funny. And she also made fun of my glasses.Then she made my situation worse this morning by pointing and laughing at me in front of the whole world!”
Tragedy sat in thoughtful silence. Then he spoke. “But Tyler, even on 667 I told you about this. You KNOW why she torments you like that. It’s because she is crazy about you, but doesn’t have to guts to say so. I don’t think she even realizes it herself. It’s the way Ann is. She’s tough, and doesn’t give into emotion easily, unless it’s a negative emotion. She doesn’t show happiness often, and she certainly won’t show anyone how much she really likes you. So, don’t be bothered by her. One day, she’ll realize exactly how much she really likes you. I know the feeling is mutual, too.”
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 21, 2004 20:30:41 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2 CONTINUED- “It’s NOT MUTUAL. I HATE Ann, and she HATES me. She’s a foul girl who will never leave me in peace,” screamed Tyler. Tragedy got up. “Tyler, you need to think this over a while. I can’t argue with you, Drama Queen. Soon or later you’ll realize I’m right about Ann, and I’m right about you. Now cheer up, and come down for breakfast when you’re ready.” Tyler watched Tragedy get up and shut the door behind him. Wow, thought Tyler. What an all around good guy, that Tragedy was. So kind, smart, funny, honest, understanding, and modest too. Tyler decided that Tragedy was right. He really did need to calm down. So he sat up straight, bent down to his suitcase, and pulled out a magazine, entitled “Seahorses in Sexy Swimsuits.” He felt better already…
Ann had been trying her best not to feel guilty about laughing at Tyler that morning. It was easier said than done. The only way she could avoid feeling bad was trying to forget what she had done. She tried to tell herself not to feel bad, since everyone else had made fun of Tyler too. Everyone except Tragedy, who always shot her disappointed, almost disgusted looks whenever the met around the house. But didn’t Tyler have it coming to him? Wouldn’t he have done the same thing to her? People make fun of each other, and that’s the way things go. She cringed inwardly. That’s not the way things go with Tyler. No… Tyler would never have done that, she realized. He was too soft, and too good. He was a good kid, and everyone liked him, even if they made fun of him occasionally. And the beginnings of remorse settled in the pit of her stomach. Still, she tried to enjoy herself. She spent the late hours of the morning playing board games down in the basement with Aimee, Charlotte, Kimia, Whitney and Kelsea. Kimia and Aimee were always on the same team, because they had made up during breakfast and Kimia wasn’t mad at Aimee anymore. Ann, on the other hand, always ended up on Charlotte’s team for games like Charades, and she, like Lauren, felt the pain of having a conversation with the garrulous Charlotte. Their conversation went something like this: Charlotte: My mom’s friend broke up with her boyfriend, so now she’s moving from Japan to New Jersey. I might see her when I get back. Ann: Who cares? Charlotte: Apparently my ojih-chan doesn’t hug me goodbye anymore, now we shake hands. My ojih-chan is my grandfather on my mom’s side. Ann: Would you shut up?? Charlotte: Oh, I finished a really scary book on the plane after that fat guy threw up on me. Now I’m reading the sequel and it’s really good! You might have seen it in my suitcase this morning. The cover is a cool shade of blue. Ann: DO YOU HEAR ME? SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! Charlotte: Mouth? Oh yeah that reminds me. Last night Sam asked me if I wanted him to shove pie in my mouth to make me shut up. Isn’t that so suggestive? EWWWWW. Ann: I suggest you shut up NOW! Charlotte: My dad really loves golf. He hogged the TV all of the summer watching the US Open and I could never watch my DVDs, like Big Fish. Ann: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. SHUT. UP!!!!!! Charlotte: I have a huge DVD collection. I asked for some more for Christmas. I hope I get them. But my sister Tory steals my DVDs sometimes. It’s so annoying. I can’t wait for Spiderman 2 to come out on DVD. Ann: I WISH YOU WOULD JUST CHOKE OR SOMETHING. TAKE A HINT. YOU TALK TOO MUCH. Charlotte: I can’t help it if I’m fluent in the English language. Oh but there was this one time I failed this English test in 5th grade and my parents got so mad and then they… Ann: GOD HELP ME. GOD HELP ME. Ann left the basement, sick of Charlotte. The other girls watched her leave, puzzled. “What was that all about?” asked Kimia, as Aimee continued to mime having a vasectomy carried out on her. Ann went up for an early lunch, and then she decided she wanted to go for a swim.
That afternoon, after everyone had been served their barbecued lunches, the swimming pool seemed to be the place to be. If you weren’t swimming around in it or playing Sharks and Minnows, like StinkyPanda, Lauren 2, MyNamesJacques, ginnyriddle and Lembas, then you were lounging around outside it, basking in the sun, like Kate, Pandora and swans. Others were reading or writing on the porch, like Gary, who was writing in his daily journal, and Dupin/George, who was writing a poem about the afternoon events. One of the maids who thought Tyler was cute brought him up some lunch, but scurried away without a word when she saw the magazine Tyler was looking at. Tyler was ravenous, and ate very quickly. Feeling better on a full stomach, he decided to go join everyone outside. It was nearly 2:00. He walked down stairs and onto the porch where madamluna and neggie had their spork fight the night before. He saw everyone was either playing soccer, in the pool, or chatting around the pool. He decided to go take a chair beside Kate, who was tossing her burgundy hair in the afternoon sun. He ignored the heads that turned his way as he walked briskly along the side of the pool. “Hey Kate,” he said, sitting down. “Tyler dahling,” she said in imitation of the ‘dahling’ Tyler always had her say in his fics. “Move please. You’re catching my sun. Sit on my right, if you please.” Tyler did as he was told. For a while they sat in silence, listening to swans tell Pandora once again about what a sweet guy that artsy-fartsy sucker ( talk.thebabycorner.com/images/smilies/paint.gif[/img])- I mean remarkable, cool old chap that Rufus was. Tyler began to strike up conversation with Kate when- “Tyler, be a dahling,” Kate drawled lazily. “and go fetch me a smoothie, would you? They’re right down there, in the bar.” “Yes ma’am,” grumbled Tyler. He got up from his plastic chair and strolled down to the bar to get a smoothie for Kate. Charlotte was being the bartender for the day, since she knew how to prepare aqueous martinis, which were the members’ favorite. Charlotte was having a loud conversation with Sam, who was standing arm in arm with Trish, who was giggling amusedly. They seemed to be arguing. “Sam, I don’t know how to make Long Island Iced Tea, because I’ve never even heard of it!” whined Charlotte. “Fine then. I want you to be on fire!” Sam said, as Charlotte glared stonily up at him. Tyler quickly picked up a smoothie for himself and one for Kate, and made his way back up the stairs to the pool. On Tyler way back to the chairs, he saw Ann getting out of the pool, and nearly tripped over his own feet. She was really cute. Her hair was her best feature. The sun reflected off of it in such a beautiful way. But… “I don’t like her, I don’t like her at all,” he kept chanting in his head. But he had the sinking feeling that Tragedy had been right about him the whole time.
Ann got out of the pool, feeling refreshed. She felt a bit cramped though. She had started swimming too soon after eating. As she got out and reached for a towel on the side of the pool, she saw Tyler coming up the stairs from the bar, carrying two glasses filled with a frothy liquid. She grinned. Ann, pretending to make for the bar herself, brushed past Tyler without a word and tripped him from behind. He fell, as if in slow motion, to the ground, his glasses skidding into the pool and his two glasses shattering on the stone floor. “What do you think you’re DOING?” said Pester dangerously from the water, looking daggers at Ann. Everyone turned their heads to the scene and realized what had happened. Ann had tripped Tyler. Why? And how could anyone be so heartless? All of a sudden, Ann felt terrible. Defeated. What WAS she doing? She felt tears forming in her eyes, as she felt the anger that was focused on her, and only on her. Nearly everyone was staring fiercely at her. She realized the meanness and pointlessness of what she had done. And just as Tyler had fled to his room that morning, Ann ran blindly up two flights of stairs to her shared bedroom, still sopping wet from the pool.
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Post by Hermedy on Jun 21, 2004 20:31:52 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2 CONTINUED - Everyone crowded around Tyler as she ran off, checking to see that he was okay, cleaning up the broken glass and helping him to his feet. Tyler felt better, knowing that now everyone was on his side, but he couldn’t help wondering why Ann had tripped him, and why he felt a floating sensation every time he set eyes on Ann…
Ann ran up the stairs, pushing past descending maids and shoving Luna (the original), Toodles/LemonLady, Brady/VFDGuyAmI, Dark Avenger, Fife, Cakesniffer, VKSB and RonWeasley awkwardly against the sides of the hallway where they were playing a lively game of Twister. She flung open the door of her room and slammed it shut with a bang. “Something the matter?” asked Clem. She was rummaging through her suitcase for something. “Shut up. Go away,” moaned Ann, hurling herself onto her bed. “Well, someone’s been stocking up on the crabcakes,” muttered Clem, pulling out her bathing suit and standing up. As she proceeded to change out of her clothes, someone rapped on the door and walked in. It was Tragedy. “Hello, Clem,” he said. “Mind if I have a word with Ann?” “Not at all!” she said quickly. “I was just going for a swim anyway. This bathing suit is new.” “Congratulations,” said Tragedy, as Clem made for the door. “See ya.” The door shut behind her. Tragedy turned to Ann, who was lying face down on her bed, exactly like Tyler had been. “Ann, you need to stop tormenting Tyler. It isn’t healthy for you, and it isn’t healthy for Tyler.” Ann turned her head up, facing Tragedy. Her face was streaked with tears. “Why do you always have to side with Tyler?” “Because Tyler isn’t the one tripping people all over the place.” “You’ve ALWAYS sided with Tyler. He’s like your favorite person in the whole world, isn’t he? Everybody loves Tyler. He’s so cute! He’s so funny! He’s such a cool kid! Just leave me alone. I shouldn’t even be here. Nobody will want me anymore.” “Calm down. You know that people like you. I’m not going to deny that people are angry at you. And I’m not going to deny that people like Tyler. I’m not even going to deny that I side with Tyler against you. But I need to tell you why. It’s because you’re the one being unreasonable, not him. Tyler has never been hostile towards you, or anyone really, although I’m surprised he snapped photos of James being rammed anally by Jack at the pool table… But back to the point. Tyler hasn’t done a thing to you. You don’t need to do these mean things to him. You have no right. But I’ll tell you what you DO need to do, if you want to feel better, and if you want people to stop being angry at you.” Tragedy put on a grim smile. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” asked Ann, rolling her eyes. “You need to do everyone a favor, including yourself, and tell Tyler how much you like him, and apologize for the terrible things you’ve done to him on and off the forum.” He replied. He got up briskly and shut the door behind him before Ann could shoot a retort him. Ann sat in silence. Night was beginning to fall for the second time. The members had begun to move into the house for indoor activities (like watching TV). After spending a few hours holed up in her room, thinking and reading and looking down on her surroundings, watching to sun sink in the sky. Ann decided it was time to go downstairs and do what she was meant to do. Her mind was made up, and she hoped she didn’t chicken out of it. She opened her door slowly, and walked downstairs, ignoring the glares that came her way. She held her head up as high as she could. It did not take her long to find Tyler. He was sitting on the back porch, listening to neggie and madamluna talk about how they thought Sergio was a tranvestite. “Come on,” neggie was saying. “He’s way too well dressed to be completely male or completely straight.” Madamluna nodded vigorously in agreement, scooping at a bowl of ice cream. The two were getting along for once. Their fight over Professor Calculus had been forgotten when they saw Sergio’s outrageous pink and green outfit. Ann glowered at them as she approached their chairs. “Neggie, Madamluna,, do you mind if I have a word with Tyler here?” she asked more timidly than she meant to. “Oh sure, Trippy- I mean, Ann,” said madamluna coldly, getting up slowly. She and neggie left for the dining hall, where dinner was already being served. Ann took a chair right beside Tyler, pretending to watch the two leave, though in reality she didn’t yet have to courage to look Tyler in the face. “Tyler…” said Ann quietly, staring at the ground, avoiding the gaze of the adorable, blond haired boy sitting across from her. “I really, really like you a lot.” She choked. “And I’m sorry about all the mean things I’ve said and done.” Ann was freed. This simple sentence freed her from her tomb of anger and falsification. She spoke the words that she knew in her heart were true. Tyler looked across at Ann, and saw the truth that Tragedy had been preaching the whole time in her eyes. He held our his hand for her to grasp. No words needed to be said. After a moment’s hesitation, and reached shakily and held it at last. “Let’s go get dinner,” he whispered. They made their way into the dining room, James popped out behind a pillar and began singing “My Heart Will Go On” as they walked along, dancing circles around the couple. Ann punched him hard in the face with her right hand, still clinging to Tyler’s hand with her left. James flopped to the ground and didn’t get up. She looked back at Tyler. For several long minutes, they just stood there, smiling at each other. When the pair entered the dining hall, holding hands, everyone stood up from their seats and clapped for the two beloved members, led by their host, Tragedy. Some even cheered, “TRIPPY AND THE FISH FOREVER.” Tyler began to glow red with embarrassment. Ann gave them all a rare smile, and Tyler and Ann settled down in two seats, with Lauren and Zach on their right, Sam and Trish on their left, and across from Colton and Souffle/Allison. Ann settled down and picked up his silverware, feeling elated at the turn of events. “So, what’s the main course tonight?” he asked Allison. “Fried fish, I think,” Souffle/Allison answered. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” cried Tyler. Ann rolled her eyes. “Oh, can it.” Some things never change… But then again, some things do. Tyler smiled at her. “I think I’ll just have some leftovers.” Everyone in the room dug into the first course. Another day was ending. It’s 7:00 on December 20th. Eat well, everyoneCOMING SOON: Don’t worry about what’s coming soon I’m going traveling on Wednesday and won’t be back for a month. Sorry!
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