Kidnapping Baby Blue Eyes
Wee bit in love with Elijah Wood
DISCLAIMERS: I have never kidnapped Elijah Wood, though I plan to when I get my driver's license! (Mwahaha) If I did, then why would I be bothering to write this fic? Answer me that! Hwa!
I
Everyone, save Bender and me, was huddled around the laptop. I was in the main lobby of the "Blank,"
waiting for my signal. There was a crash somewhere on my left, and the lady at the counter walked briskly
over to see what was wrong. That was my cue. I walked over to the desk, and clicked the button on the
computer labeled "Checked In" and scrolled down the list. Yay! There it was.
Room 128 Luxury Suite E. Wood
Oh dear! I happy little 14 year old was I! The echoing of the lady's high- heeled shoes told me it was time to
hurry up. I exited out of the check in program and searched the rack of keys. I found the two spare ones
marked 128, and hurriedly left the building. The transceiver taped on my ear let out a small buzz. And a
second later I heard Melee's small but eager voice. "Did you get it?"
"Yup!" I heard a cheer in the background. The transceiver buzzed again, this time it was Abby. "Hey"
"Hi Abs," I replied. "I'm coming back to the hotel. Can you get Bender on the line?"
"Okay," There was yet another buzz, and a third voice joined us. Obviously, it was Bender.
"I'm so glad to hear all of you." He said with his familiar sarcasm.
"Where's your location?"
"I'm on the second floor near the back."
"Come over here and pick me up!"
"Sure."
Abby's voice came back in. "Why?"
"We're going shopping. We need stuff to wear for the premiere. I was thinking, maybe Giovonni Versace,
or Dolce or Gabbana."
Abby and Bender both laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't laugh if I were you, Bender." I said haughtily. "I can't drive, remember? You're our chauffeur."
More to come!
I'm going to try and include lots of Elijah Wood in here. With any luck, it'll be him in the shower… Yums! If you want to be in this fic, review. If you don't, review. If you want me to continue writing this story, review. And if you thought it was the gayest thing you ever read in your life, please make an effort to review. I'll try to everyone fit into my wee bit deviant fiction.
Wee bit in love with Elijah Wood
DISCLAIMERS: I have never kidnapped Elijah Wood, though I plan to when I get my driver's license! (Mwahaha) If I did, then why would I be bothering to write this fic? Answer me that! Hwa!
I
Everyone, save Bender and me, was huddled around the laptop. I was in the main lobby of the "Blank,"
waiting for my signal. There was a crash somewhere on my left, and the lady at the counter walked briskly
over to see what was wrong. That was my cue. I walked over to the desk, and clicked the button on the
computer labeled "Checked In" and scrolled down the list. Yay! There it was.
Room 128 Luxury Suite E. Wood
Oh dear! I happy little 14 year old was I! The echoing of the lady's high- heeled shoes told me it was time to
hurry up. I exited out of the check in program and searched the rack of keys. I found the two spare ones
marked 128, and hurriedly left the building. The transceiver taped on my ear let out a small buzz. And a
second later I heard Melee's small but eager voice. "Did you get it?"
"Yup!" I heard a cheer in the background. The transceiver buzzed again, this time it was Abby. "Hey"
"Hi Abs," I replied. "I'm coming back to the hotel. Can you get Bender on the line?"
"Okay," There was yet another buzz, and a third voice joined us. Obviously, it was Bender.
"I'm so glad to hear all of you." He said with his familiar sarcasm.
"Where's your location?"
"I'm on the second floor near the back."
"Come over here and pick me up!"
"Sure."
Abby's voice came back in. "Why?"
"We're going shopping. We need stuff to wear for the premiere. I was thinking, maybe Giovonni Versace,
or Dolce or Gabbana."
Abby and Bender both laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't laugh if I were you, Bender." I said haughtily. "I can't drive, remember? You're our chauffeur."
More to come!
I'm going to try and include lots of Elijah Wood in here. With any luck, it'll be him in the shower… Yums! If you want to be in this fic, review. If you don't, review. If you want me to continue writing this story, review. And if you thought it was the gayest thing you ever read in your life, please make an effort to review. I'll try to everyone fit into my wee bit deviant fiction.