This is my first fanfic so sorry if it sucks...
I own Nothing! Except for Nata and Claire of course...
Natalie Whitney
Nickname- Nata, Twinkienoodles when Claire is being insane.
Age-16
Looks- average height, pale skin, blue-green eyes, long brown hair with pink streak down the middle.
Likes- scaring the lights out of others, chocolate, sharp things, cats, guns, being a lunatic, talking back, kicking/slapping/choking/pinching people, Star Wars.
Dislikes- snakes, heights, flying books, toothbrushes.
other- asthma,
Claire Blitz
nickname- none
Age-15
looks- slightly shorter than Nata, short blonde hair, left eye hazel, right eye red, slight tan.
likes- fire, explosions, things that go BOOM, food, anything that looks innocent but later on goes boom, making friends, getting kicked out of food stores, bacon.
Dislikes- meanies, zombies, spiders, water, canned tuna, snobs,
other- pyromaniac.
Chapter 1-
"Hey! Hey! Nata! wake up!"
Nata kept snoring, unaffected. Claire frowned.
"NANANANANANA BATMAN!"
Nata frowned. Claire stood up and opened the closet. She took out two books, and, concentrating, threw them at Nata. HARD. Nata caught one in each hand and threw them back, still asleep. Claire tried a few other tactics, which also included a pillow, a choking motion, a pickle and an airborne tuna can. Finally, when the smell of tuna got to Nata, She sat up straight in her sleeping bag, simultaneously whacking Claire with her hair.
"What time is it?"
"Exactly 2:01"
*choke*
2:15
"Okay lookie here you wake me up at two in the morning and now my room smells of canned tuna. Blergh. You better have a good explanation for this Claire." Nata glared at her friend.
"..." Claire stared blankly at Nata. "...Nope."
The look on Nata's face was so awful that no manga artist in his or her right mind would dare draw it.
"Okay! Okay! I get it! I'll tell you!" Claire waved her hands in front of Nata's face, "accidentally" whacking her in the forehead.
"So you remember that robot-thing i was building out of god knows what?"
"Yeah"
"Well it kind of exploded and now there is a small crater in the basement."
"And why should I care?"
"Because I have chocolate."
"Mmm... I bet it was supposed to explode wasn't it."
"... How did you figure that out so easily?"
"How did you become such a pyromaniac?"
"I don't know, how did you come to love sharp things so much?"
"Is that even important?"
"Yes."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WON!"
"What?"
Claire never did find out what made Nata stop giggling in the corner.
"... that looks like a green R2D2" Nata looked at the robot, at the crater, then at Claire. "Is it your secret ambition to blow up C3P0 as well?"
Claire blinked. "Ummm... That's weird."
"What's weird?"
Claire walked over to the R2D2 look-alike and flipped it over, examining it with awe. She then fumbled with the buttons on it and gawked.
"What are you doing? You know full-well that R2D2 didn't have a butt either, so why would you search for one on your own droid-thing?"
"Umm... Well this is awkward..." Claire walked back towards Nata and grabbed her wrist.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEE! THAT'S NOT MY ROBOOOOOOOOOOOOT I THINK SOME CRAZY DUDE MUST HAVE BROKEN INTO MY HOUSE AND SWITCHED THEM OUT BECAUSE THAT IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT MY ROBOT OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG..."
Nata sighed. "Look we should probably tell your parents and calm down will you?"
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN TWINKIENOODLES?! THERE'S A LIGHT COMING OUT OF THE CRATER! IT'S GONNA KILL US ALL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Nata paled. How the freaking hell had she not noticed a giant glowing crater pulling the both of them in?! Claire was still freaking out.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOT THE HAAAAIIIIRRRR STOP IT GIANT HOLE OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOM AT LEAST BE MADE OF FIREEEEEEEEEEEE..."
Nata- *mental facepalm*
"Weeeellll... That escalated quickly."
Thank you for reading! ( if anyone is )