Rimnerel: Okay, hello everyone! I'm about to bring you another one of my Kenny/Tala fics. I hope everyone likes it. And that is becomes just as popular as A Place For My Head. Someone mind doing the disclaimer and the summary?
Max: I want to do it!
Rimnerel: Then do it then.
Max: Okay! Rimnerel doesn't own Beyblade, she's just using us for this story.
Hilary: The story takes place in a sort of alternate dimension world, but there are still beyblades, they're just not the complete center of the story. But Kenny's going to visit some realitives for the summer and he discovers a certain red head who is going to open him up to a world he has shut himself away from. It has drama, angst, and everything else you would have hoped for.
Tala: Why am I the subject of all your works?
Rimnerel: Shut up, I want to get this piece started. Okay, this is the prologue, an actual excerpt from Oleander Summer within my story. If you don't understand, you will know what I'm talking about by the end of the story. Hope I haven't confused anyone. But here we go.
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The weather was hot that summer, I guess as hot as it was last year and the year before that. I have no idea, last summer as with many of the summers before that, I stayed inside. Outdoors was never a place you would find me venturing out in. I was an indoors person, in love with computers and technology.
But that summer...that summer was special. A smile of both warmth and chill crosses my lips thinking about that summer. About how my eyes were opened to a whole new world beyond computers and the internet. I probably would have never known what was out there if not for him.
The young man whose eyes could be wiser than an owl, worldly in the simplest ways, and yet cold and unreceptive when it came to himself. He changed my heart so much. More than he can ever know. Again, I smile for him, when he could not. When the world wrapped daft hands around the fragile heart others could not see.
That others thought--no expected--not to see, to exist from such a diamond in the rough. They did not know the real truth. The truth behind the smile, the laughter, the words. The truth that I discovered and the realization of just how white an oleander he was.
(-Oleander Summer)
Max: I want to do it!
Rimnerel: Then do it then.
Max: Okay! Rimnerel doesn't own Beyblade, she's just using us for this story.
Hilary: The story takes place in a sort of alternate dimension world, but there are still beyblades, they're just not the complete center of the story. But Kenny's going to visit some realitives for the summer and he discovers a certain red head who is going to open him up to a world he has shut himself away from. It has drama, angst, and everything else you would have hoped for.
Tala: Why am I the subject of all your works?
Rimnerel: Shut up, I want to get this piece started. Okay, this is the prologue, an actual excerpt from Oleander Summer within my story. If you don't understand, you will know what I'm talking about by the end of the story. Hope I haven't confused anyone. But here we go.
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The weather was hot that summer, I guess as hot as it was last year and the year before that. I have no idea, last summer as with many of the summers before that, I stayed inside. Outdoors was never a place you would find me venturing out in. I was an indoors person, in love with computers and technology.
But that summer...that summer was special. A smile of both warmth and chill crosses my lips thinking about that summer. About how my eyes were opened to a whole new world beyond computers and the internet. I probably would have never known what was out there if not for him.
The young man whose eyes could be wiser than an owl, worldly in the simplest ways, and yet cold and unreceptive when it came to himself. He changed my heart so much. More than he can ever know. Again, I smile for him, when he could not. When the world wrapped daft hands around the fragile heart others could not see.
That others thought--no expected--not to see, to exist from such a diamond in the rough. They did not know the real truth. The truth behind the smile, the laughter, the words. The truth that I discovered and the realization of just how white an oleander he was.
(-Oleander Summer)