So, my friend wanted to read some newer Skilene stories, and I had an idea a few months after watching the Falcon and the Snow Job for the second time, so I decided to make it a gift for her.
I'm so confused. Skipper and a girl named Kitka have been were dating, and I should've been happy for them, but I was jealous. Then I heard they broke up, and I was insanely happy, but I did my best to be sympathetic. Strangely, Skipper seemed rather cheerful when he told me they broke up, which made me think he didn't really like her in the first place, he just thought she was beautiful and was momentarily hypnotized or something.
Marlene sighed and closed her diary. She scanned the room make sure none of her roommates were around, and quickly hid her diary in her underwear drawer. She turned and studied her reflection in her mirror.
She was slightly small for a 19 year old, and she was slender. Her hair was soft, wavy, and brown and went down to her waist. She had big, shiny hazel eyes with long eyelashes, and her skin was soft and creamy.
Marlene was wearing boot cut jeans with light brown ankle boots, a pink T-shirt with an otter pup playing with a beach ball on it. She put on some pink tainted lip gloss and headed out the door to find Skipper.
I know it's not manly of me to keep a diary, but it's nice to have something to spill my heart to. Wait, that sounded so sappy! Anyway, Kitka and I broke up today. We both agreed we were not right for each other, and there was another thing: Marlene. I pretty much never saw her while Kitka and I were dating, which got me down. I was wondering who it was I really liked: Kitka or Marlene?
I realized who it was, it's really been Marlene the whole time and since when am I so love mushed?
Skipper snapped his diary shut, and hid it. He quickly glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He smoothed his black hair. His blue eyes scanned for any err at all, but he shook himself out of it.
He was tall and slightly muscular, and he had pale skin, black hair, which was slightly messy despite his love of neatness, and his eyes were sapphire blue. He wore black pants, a white T-shirt, and a black V-neck sweater. Even his shoes were black. He didn't really look 19, but oh well, he still looked attractive.
Just as he was headed out the door, an adorable voice with a British accent spoke up.
"Skipper, where are you going?"
It was Private. The boy was 18, and adorable, with black hair, pale skin, and big, innocent, baby blue eyes. He wore black pants, a white shirt, and black shoes.
"I'm going to see a friend." That wasn't exactly a lie.
"Can I come?" Private began to jump up and down.
"Not tonight Private." Skipper shook his head and rushed out. Private pouted and went to play with his lunacorn doll.
Marlene ran down the halls, and nearly crashed into Kitka.
"Hey Marlene I was looking for you!" Kitka greeted her.
"Oh, you were?" Marlene replied, trying not to let her uneasiness show.
"Yeah I wanted to talk to you. As you probably heard by now, Skipper and I broke up. Well, it was because we both agreed that we weren't right for each other. I noticed the way Skipper looked at you, and I personally think you two are right for each other." Kitka said.
Marlene was stunned. "Y-you do?"
"Yeah, just do me a favor, and take care of him." She responded, and ran off.
That was weird. Marlene thought as she ran off to find Skipper. She turned down a corridor, and surprised Doris and Kowalski, who broke apart from their embrace, their faces bright red.
She tried not to laugh as she asked Kowalski where Skipper was.
"He passed by not to long ago." Doris squeaked, her voice high pitched with embarrassment.
"Thanks guys," Marlene called as she ran off down the halls.
Her eyes rapidly scanned the halls for any signs of the black haired boy. She saw him turn down the hall to the left.
"Skipper, wait up!" She frantically called, and turned after him.
Just as he was about to knock on her door, he heard Marlene call out, "Skipper!"
He whipped around just as Marlene crashed into him.
"Skipper, I need...to tell you...something." She panted, out of breath.
"I have something to tell you to, Dollface." He helped her up.
"Marlene, I've been thinking for sometime, and I realized that while Kitka was nice and pretty, she did not hold a candle to you. I love you, Marlene."
Marlene began to cry, "Skipper, I love you to," and flung her arms around him, overwhelmed.
Skipper stroked her soft hair until she calmed down. He took a deep breath.
"So, what do you say to a date?" he asked.
Marlene smirked, "I just told you I loved you, what do you think I'm going to say? Of course I'll go out with you!"
The new couple walked around for a little while, chatting, and then Skipper walked Marlene back to her room.
"Sleep well Marlene." He said, kissing her cheek.
Marlene smiled. At that moment, she felt that nothing could ever go wrong. Everything was perfect.
Little to mushy I think, but oh well. What do you guys think? Now if you'll excuse me, I must throw potatoes at the mailman. *chucks potatoes*
