Right! There will be lots and lots of LOTR in this, just for now sit
through the intro!
I'm co-writing this with my friend Casey, and I wrote this first bit. Casey will come in later to help! Yay! If you wanna check out her other story, find it here: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1157598&chapter=1
Whee! Read on! The story begins... (DUH DUH DUUUn!)
It was a hot, lazy, late July afternoon. Outside the sun was shining brightly and heating the pavement to the point where, not only could you have fried an egg on it, you could have done some toast and bacon along with it.
In a front of a house there was evidence that someone had gotten curious and tried just that, minus the bacon and toast, and the remainders of a desiccated-looking egg were lying forlornly in the middle of the road, probably fated to be run over by a car at some point.
All of that, however, was of no matter to the two very bored girls lounging in the basement of the house the egg was lying in front of. The two girls were, to put it quite bluntly, bored out of their minds.
Meghan was lolling on the sofa, staring avidly at nothing in particular and humming an odd little tuneless song, and Casey was trying her hardest to ignore her little brother. He had poked his colossally irritating face in the door and was going on about wanting her and her friend out so he could watch Spiderman with his friend. She wondered why he was going on and wished he would either shut the hell up or get away from her-either one was good. Wordlessly, Meghan got up, walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, which evicted the usual response-he ran away screaming, presumably to go wash his face. Patrick hated Meghan, and probably all girls, being at "that age," a fact for which Meghan was profoundly thankful.
Casey giggled a bit, then flopped off the couch. "Wanna watch Moulin Rouge?" She asked.
"Again?"
"It's Ewan. How can you not want to watch him sing? He's so pretty!"
"Um..." Meghan fell off the couch, and was promptly licked to death by Casey's very friendly dog.
"Ack!"
"Autumn! Off! Get off!" Casey tugged her exuberant dog away. There was a long silence as the girls tried to think of what to do.
"So. We're bored, it's hot, and there is no way in hell I'll be able to put up with your brother any longer." Meghan informed her.
"Right. Try living with him."
"Good point. I'll pass. Do you have any food? I'm hungry." Meghan stood up, brushed some dog hair off her, and sneezed.
"Like what? We can go check if you want, but let's eat outside. It's too stuffy in here." Casey fanned herself, and pretended to faint.
"A picnic! Great idea!" Meghan grinned.
"What? I didn't say that." Casey looked at her friend, wondering if the heat was getting to her. She decided it was too hot to argue, and anyway, it sounded like a decent idea. "But okay. Where?"
Meghan looked up. "Uh... I supplied the genius idea, it's your job to work it out."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be."
Casey mulled over that, while she led the way up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she stopped very suddenly, almost knocking Meghan down. "Oops. Sorry." She said, not sounding like she cared. "How about Papermill? There's nice, quiet, cool woods there, and we can go swimming before we eat."
Meghan nodded. "I knew you'd figure it out. Yay, Casey!" She applauded. Her friend smiled. "Well, we all knew that I'm the real brains behind it all. Hee!"
The girls spent all of ten minutes figuring out what food to bring, then took half an hour to find a picnic basket. In the end, what they had was a very large wicker thing that was, all said, bigger than the two of them. Casey eyed it.
"We're taking turns carrying this, right?"
"Ye-es." Meghan looked innocent. "You first." She smiled sweetly. Casey glared at her, but picked it up.
"It's not really all that heavy." She said doubtfully. She took a few steps out the door. Meghan following with a wicked grin on her face. The girls had decided to walk, because it was only ten o'clock and they had nothing better to do than spend two hours walking to Papermill Lake. Meghan looked at the basket.
"Does your brother have a skateboard?" She asked with a thoughtful tone.
"No. Why?"
"Never mind."
Wow! You read it! :P Now if you've gotten this far, you can click on the little box in the corner (Isn't it a CUTE box?) and give a review! *sings the review song* Yay! I love you! Bai!
~Niko
I'm co-writing this with my friend Casey, and I wrote this first bit. Casey will come in later to help! Yay! If you wanna check out her other story, find it here: http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1157598&chapter=1
Whee! Read on! The story begins... (DUH DUH DUUUn!)
It was a hot, lazy, late July afternoon. Outside the sun was shining brightly and heating the pavement to the point where, not only could you have fried an egg on it, you could have done some toast and bacon along with it.
In a front of a house there was evidence that someone had gotten curious and tried just that, minus the bacon and toast, and the remainders of a desiccated-looking egg were lying forlornly in the middle of the road, probably fated to be run over by a car at some point.
All of that, however, was of no matter to the two very bored girls lounging in the basement of the house the egg was lying in front of. The two girls were, to put it quite bluntly, bored out of their minds.
Meghan was lolling on the sofa, staring avidly at nothing in particular and humming an odd little tuneless song, and Casey was trying her hardest to ignore her little brother. He had poked his colossally irritating face in the door and was going on about wanting her and her friend out so he could watch Spiderman with his friend. She wondered why he was going on and wished he would either shut the hell up or get away from her-either one was good. Wordlessly, Meghan got up, walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, which evicted the usual response-he ran away screaming, presumably to go wash his face. Patrick hated Meghan, and probably all girls, being at "that age," a fact for which Meghan was profoundly thankful.
Casey giggled a bit, then flopped off the couch. "Wanna watch Moulin Rouge?" She asked.
"Again?"
"It's Ewan. How can you not want to watch him sing? He's so pretty!"
"Um..." Meghan fell off the couch, and was promptly licked to death by Casey's very friendly dog.
"Ack!"
"Autumn! Off! Get off!" Casey tugged her exuberant dog away. There was a long silence as the girls tried to think of what to do.
"So. We're bored, it's hot, and there is no way in hell I'll be able to put up with your brother any longer." Meghan informed her.
"Right. Try living with him."
"Good point. I'll pass. Do you have any food? I'm hungry." Meghan stood up, brushed some dog hair off her, and sneezed.
"Like what? We can go check if you want, but let's eat outside. It's too stuffy in here." Casey fanned herself, and pretended to faint.
"A picnic! Great idea!" Meghan grinned.
"What? I didn't say that." Casey looked at her friend, wondering if the heat was getting to her. She decided it was too hot to argue, and anyway, it sounded like a decent idea. "But okay. Where?"
Meghan looked up. "Uh... I supplied the genius idea, it's your job to work it out."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be."
Casey mulled over that, while she led the way up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she stopped very suddenly, almost knocking Meghan down. "Oops. Sorry." She said, not sounding like she cared. "How about Papermill? There's nice, quiet, cool woods there, and we can go swimming before we eat."
Meghan nodded. "I knew you'd figure it out. Yay, Casey!" She applauded. Her friend smiled. "Well, we all knew that I'm the real brains behind it all. Hee!"
The girls spent all of ten minutes figuring out what food to bring, then took half an hour to find a picnic basket. In the end, what they had was a very large wicker thing that was, all said, bigger than the two of them. Casey eyed it.
"We're taking turns carrying this, right?"
"Ye-es." Meghan looked innocent. "You first." She smiled sweetly. Casey glared at her, but picked it up.
"It's not really all that heavy." She said doubtfully. She took a few steps out the door. Meghan following with a wicked grin on her face. The girls had decided to walk, because it was only ten o'clock and they had nothing better to do than spend two hours walking to Papermill Lake. Meghan looked at the basket.
"Does your brother have a skateboard?" She asked with a thoughtful tone.
"No. Why?"
"Never mind."
Wow! You read it! :P Now if you've gotten this far, you can click on the little box in the corner (Isn't it a CUTE box?) and give a review! *sings the review song* Yay! I love you! Bai!
~Niko