Disclaimer: I do not own any BAG characters.
A/N: This story is going to be hilarious. Don't sue me, please? NO FLAMES! Oh yeah, BAG 2 characters.
Chapter One
Strike's Date
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One day, Kelly was listening to Moonlight Party when her laptop exclaimed "You have mail!" Kelly turned off the radio and went to the laptop.
"So what mail do I have?" Kelly wondered. The e-mail read:
"Dear Cute Kelly,
Can you meet me at the arcade at about 7:30? I have all the money, so you don't need to bring any. I'm sorta asking you out on a date, so could you please come? Thanks, that will be great.
Love,
Strike"
"OK, about 7:30? You bet I'll come!" When Kelly was ready, she said, "I hope I look okay."
At 7:30, Kelly was looking for Strike at the arcade when she heard a loud voice calling, "Pumpkin! Where are you my pumpkin?"
"Is that . . . is that . . .Strike?!" Kelly thought.
"Oh, I thought you didn't get my e-mail," Strike said.
"Was that you calling, 'Pumpkin, where is my pumpkin'?" Kelly asked.
"Yup, that was me!" Strike replied.
"Why me? WHY ME?!" Kelly cried.
"Want to go to my apartment?" Strike asked. "'Cause I think the cops are looking for me."
"Alright," Kelly replied, "let's go." Then they ran off together.
"Oh yeah," Kelly said, "don't call me 'Pumpkin'."
"Well . . . how 'bout . . . 'Sweetcakes'?" Strike asked.
"No," Kelly replied.
"Cutie?"
"No way."
"Hottie?"
"Uuuuuummmmm, OK."
"Cool! Now let's hurry, I hear the siren."
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At the apartment, they went in and locked the door.
"Do you want me to make my hamburger special?" Strike asked once they were inside.
"OK," Kelly responded.
to be continued . . .
A/N: This story is going to be hilarious. Don't sue me, please? NO FLAMES! Oh yeah, BAG 2 characters.
Chapter One
Strike's Date
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One day, Kelly was listening to Moonlight Party when her laptop exclaimed "You have mail!" Kelly turned off the radio and went to the laptop.
"So what mail do I have?" Kelly wondered. The e-mail read:
"Dear Cute Kelly,
Can you meet me at the arcade at about 7:30? I have all the money, so you don't need to bring any. I'm sorta asking you out on a date, so could you please come? Thanks, that will be great.
Love,
Strike"
"OK, about 7:30? You bet I'll come!" When Kelly was ready, she said, "I hope I look okay."
At 7:30, Kelly was looking for Strike at the arcade when she heard a loud voice calling, "Pumpkin! Where are you my pumpkin?"
"Is that . . . is that . . .Strike?!" Kelly thought.
"Oh, I thought you didn't get my e-mail," Strike said.
"Was that you calling, 'Pumpkin, where is my pumpkin'?" Kelly asked.
"Yup, that was me!" Strike replied.
"Why me? WHY ME?!" Kelly cried.
"Want to go to my apartment?" Strike asked. "'Cause I think the cops are looking for me."
"Alright," Kelly replied, "let's go." Then they ran off together.
"Oh yeah," Kelly said, "don't call me 'Pumpkin'."
"Well . . . how 'bout . . . 'Sweetcakes'?" Strike asked.
"No," Kelly replied.
"Cutie?"
"No way."
"Hottie?"
"Uuuuuummmmm, OK."
"Cool! Now let's hurry, I hear the siren."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the apartment, they went in and locked the door.
"Do you want me to make my hamburger special?" Strike asked once they were inside.
"OK," Kelly responded.
to be continued . . .