Okies….yet again, here we all are. Sitting in a room, at the computer,
staring. And some of you are drooling. So shut your mouth!! Ok. Now. This
is a short fanfic about Izzy. And a strange girl. I know that I am
seriously known for being strange and having a fixation with Izzy, but no,
I did NOT write the girl character like me…I'm not THAT strange. Anywhoo.
Please don't look for any disclaimers until the end. And for all of you
numbskulls out there…….
I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON, SO GET OVER YOURSELVES!
Thank you. ^^ And now, onto the stuff that I felt like throwing in here for all of you. ^^
Title: Nice Tie
By: That psychotic chick…ya you know…the one that likes Izzy? Yeah, what's her name? Oh yeah! AcT!
Why: Because I can. And I wanna. Soooooooo…here we go!!!
Izzy stepped onto the bus, counting the steps on his way up. 1, 2, 3. He walked straight down the aisle, searching for the perfect seat…an empty one, next to the window. 1 row back…2 rows…3 rows…4 rows back…a seat! Izzy turned left and sat down in his seat. The red head felt the bus lurch forward. He stared out the window, watching the houses, cars, trees, and people zip by. Sreech! The bus pulled to a stop. Errr! The doors creaked open. Izzy heard the sound of feet trampling onto the bus, and then errr! the doors closed again. Suddenly Izzy was award of warm air coming towards him. He quickly glanced into the aisle. A girl, sitting down. Next to Izzy. Just as Izzy was about to turn back to the window, the girl looked at him and grabbed his arm. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. Izzy just stared at her. "Where're ya goin'?" She asked. She paused, waiting for Izzy's answer. When he just stared at her, she continued. I'm just going a couple of blocks. Think of it…in just a matter minutes, I'll e gone, out of your life forever! Too bad, really, as you're so cute!" The girl paused for breath. Izzy still stared at her. Who was she? And why was she talking so much? Finally, Izzy processed her last comment. "You…." He spoke, his voice dry and cracking. "You," he cleared his throat, "think I'm….cute?" The girl nodded and grinned. "Yup! Hehe…and I'll bet that you want my name and number, right? Well, you'll just have to ASK me for it!" Izzy stared. **A bit egomatic, huh?** He mused to himself. The bus screeched to a stop again. The girl stood up. "My stop!" She said. She took a step away, but then stopped, and then turned back to Izzy. She leaned in, her face close his. "By the way," she grinned. "Nice tie." She yanked at his tie, and walked off the bus. And she was gone. Out of Izzy's life….forever.
Mwahahahaahahahaha! That was so beyond totally weird…ah…but you know that you enjoyed it. Anywhoo…I know, totally no point to it. I was just bored, so I started writing it. I was mainly working on giving good descriptions on what's going around the character, and what the character's thinking or doing without actually saying it out loud. So…please, do me a favor….R & R. And now….
The Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Digimon! And I don't own Izzy, much as I like him. Technically, I own the girl, even though she's just some girl I made up. I don't own Izzy's tie, ok? And in no way do I own buses. But my grandpa drives one. Now. Have a nice day. ^^
I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON, SO GET OVER YOURSELVES!
Thank you. ^^ And now, onto the stuff that I felt like throwing in here for all of you. ^^
Title: Nice Tie
By: That psychotic chick…ya you know…the one that likes Izzy? Yeah, what's her name? Oh yeah! AcT!
Why: Because I can. And I wanna. Soooooooo…here we go!!!
Izzy stepped onto the bus, counting the steps on his way up. 1, 2, 3. He walked straight down the aisle, searching for the perfect seat…an empty one, next to the window. 1 row back…2 rows…3 rows…4 rows back…a seat! Izzy turned left and sat down in his seat. The red head felt the bus lurch forward. He stared out the window, watching the houses, cars, trees, and people zip by. Sreech! The bus pulled to a stop. Errr! The doors creaked open. Izzy heard the sound of feet trampling onto the bus, and then errr! the doors closed again. Suddenly Izzy was award of warm air coming towards him. He quickly glanced into the aisle. A girl, sitting down. Next to Izzy. Just as Izzy was about to turn back to the window, the girl looked at him and grabbed his arm. "Hi!" she said cheerfully. Izzy just stared at her. "Where're ya goin'?" She asked. She paused, waiting for Izzy's answer. When he just stared at her, she continued. I'm just going a couple of blocks. Think of it…in just a matter minutes, I'll e gone, out of your life forever! Too bad, really, as you're so cute!" The girl paused for breath. Izzy still stared at her. Who was she? And why was she talking so much? Finally, Izzy processed her last comment. "You…." He spoke, his voice dry and cracking. "You," he cleared his throat, "think I'm….cute?" The girl nodded and grinned. "Yup! Hehe…and I'll bet that you want my name and number, right? Well, you'll just have to ASK me for it!" Izzy stared. **A bit egomatic, huh?** He mused to himself. The bus screeched to a stop again. The girl stood up. "My stop!" She said. She took a step away, but then stopped, and then turned back to Izzy. She leaned in, her face close his. "By the way," she grinned. "Nice tie." She yanked at his tie, and walked off the bus. And she was gone. Out of Izzy's life….forever.
Mwahahahaahahahaha! That was so beyond totally weird…ah…but you know that you enjoyed it. Anywhoo…I know, totally no point to it. I was just bored, so I started writing it. I was mainly working on giving good descriptions on what's going around the character, and what the character's thinking or doing without actually saying it out loud. So…please, do me a favor….R & R. And now….
The Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own Digimon! And I don't own Izzy, much as I like him. Technically, I own the girl, even though she's just some girl I made up. I don't own Izzy's tie, ok? And in no way do I own buses. But my grandpa drives one. Now. Have a nice day. ^^
