Heat Wave!
Chapter one: The Invite!
"Mph...five more minutes!" Groggy and grumpy voice would ring out while he'd yawn softly, the man known as Heat and the Fireboy would roll around in the small little almost child-size mattress he'd found himself falling and crashing the night before. Alarm clock on the small nightstand just next to the side of the bed beeping continuously, after two minutes of so Heat would finally just find himself rolling out of bed and sprawling onto the floor, half naked with the blanket wrapped around him as he hit the hardwood floor with a thud like a corpse.
Still continue to groan in discomfort before his hands made it's way up to the nightstand and onto the noisy alarm clock, feeling around for the snooze button, but he couldn't feel for it, so he'd grow tired of it and then just grab it and then sling it around, the sound of the cord snapping from the electric wall socket heard before he'd throw it carelessly into a corner of old, dirty clothes that he'd yet to have put into the washing machine.
then he'd lay there, sparkling brown eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling above him, breathing calmly and finally he'd end up finally getting up and going finding his way into the bathroom, shower taken, shaved, fixed his hair, made sure he was presentable, and then he'd slip into the closet in the bedroom for today's clothes, typical of him, highwater styled pants, black with red-orange flames coming up around the ends of the pant legs, along with a loose fitting white T-shirt.
Into the living room next for Breakfast. A bowl of cornflakes on the counter while he'd eat and then prepare for work, attempting to get back into racing, street racing, and stock racing. After breakfast, he'd watch cartoons for a half an hour and try to get to work on time, but no, as soon as Heat would get his shoes on and get to the door, the phone would ring.
"Huh?" Heat then slowly turned and then shut the door, walking to the phone by the couch and then turning the caller ID to him and looked at the name there 'Unknown caller' Heat'd just look at the phone and then slowly place a gloved hand over it and then pick it up slowly, then lift it up and to his ear.
"Hello?" Heat said in a calm relaxed tone, for some reason he thought it was someone he knew, little did he know who it was, and someone he'd never expect. "HEAT IS THAT YOU?!?!" A familiar voice was screeched into the phone, making Heat cringe away from the phone before he'd hold it back to his ear.
"Who is this?"
"An old friend." Girlish familiar voice continued to ring out
"Liiiike who?"
"Guess!!!"
"How 'bout you just tell me, I have to goto work soon..."
"Phoo-ey! You're no fun, it's me, Shorty!"
"Shorty....Shorty...The kid at the dance tournament three years back?"
"You remember me!! You always picked on me you dummy."
"...How did you get my number?"
"I asked around, I wanted to tell you something..."
"Let me guess, you've had a crush on me since the first tournament and couldn't hold back to keeping it anymore, I'm right, that's it isn't it?"
"Arrogant as ever...And you're wrong, I wanted to tell you, we're planning on a party and we're inviting all of the old dancers, so I wanted to call and make sure, did you get the mail sent out?"
"I don't know, I throw my mail away half of the time..."
"Well, whatever! Anyway, You better find it, there's an invite in there for a plane trip to New York, since that's where the party'll be at!"
"Alright, alright, can I go now? I'm gonna be late..."
"Okay, You better be here, because I want my dance rematch!"
"Yeah, yeah, just get burnt once again..." Heat didn't give her the chance to respond before a click was heard on Shorty's end and Heat would run off to work quickly, making sure he'd left before she could call back, he'd sort things out after work. Work went by quickly for Heat, thanks to the fact his car would end up in the shop thanks to the upgrade modifications he'd done, and not to mention he'd get yelled at over it, finding his way home Heat would stumble his way up to the small apartment he'd find himself coming home, and of course checking the mail box framed into the wall on his way up, sorting through his mail slowly.
"Man, like is hell..." Heat said to himself as his keys would torpidly find it's way into the door knob, looking through the mail as he got inside, heel coming up to kick the door shut firmly.
"Bill...bill...bill..." Heat said silently to himself while he'd toss letter after letter on to the small coffee table by the velvet couch there against the wall.
"You may have won a million dollars..." Heat'd say out loud while he'd snicker to himself and play Frisbee, flicking the sealed letter around to the metal trash can in a corner.
"Two-thousand-three dance competition...was this what she was talking about..?" Heat thought of Shorty and then set the rest of the sealed letters on the coffee table now and would rip into the letter and take the thin piece of paper out and unfold it and read over the words carefully.
'You have been formally invited to the 2003 dance competition held in New York, New York---'
"Eh..I already know, just tell me when." Heat's mind kept yelling at him as he know would skim through the invitation to find that the letter was the plane ticket, and he'd have to be ready by...
"TOMORROW?!" Heat said before the letter was dropped, he couldn't miss this one, he had history, of being the best, and he had to show it, once again, so like always, aura of arrogance would shine through and then he'd just get to packing, into his bedroom, through the closet for a series of clothes held in a black back pack, then dinner was prepared, some TV and then to bed early, since the plane would be leaving at ten 'o clock sharp.
Chapter one: The Invite!
"Mph...five more minutes!" Groggy and grumpy voice would ring out while he'd yawn softly, the man known as Heat and the Fireboy would roll around in the small little almost child-size mattress he'd found himself falling and crashing the night before. Alarm clock on the small nightstand just next to the side of the bed beeping continuously, after two minutes of so Heat would finally just find himself rolling out of bed and sprawling onto the floor, half naked with the blanket wrapped around him as he hit the hardwood floor with a thud like a corpse.
Still continue to groan in discomfort before his hands made it's way up to the nightstand and onto the noisy alarm clock, feeling around for the snooze button, but he couldn't feel for it, so he'd grow tired of it and then just grab it and then sling it around, the sound of the cord snapping from the electric wall socket heard before he'd throw it carelessly into a corner of old, dirty clothes that he'd yet to have put into the washing machine.
then he'd lay there, sparkling brown eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling above him, breathing calmly and finally he'd end up finally getting up and going finding his way into the bathroom, shower taken, shaved, fixed his hair, made sure he was presentable, and then he'd slip into the closet in the bedroom for today's clothes, typical of him, highwater styled pants, black with red-orange flames coming up around the ends of the pant legs, along with a loose fitting white T-shirt.
Into the living room next for Breakfast. A bowl of cornflakes on the counter while he'd eat and then prepare for work, attempting to get back into racing, street racing, and stock racing. After breakfast, he'd watch cartoons for a half an hour and try to get to work on time, but no, as soon as Heat would get his shoes on and get to the door, the phone would ring.
"Huh?" Heat then slowly turned and then shut the door, walking to the phone by the couch and then turning the caller ID to him and looked at the name there 'Unknown caller' Heat'd just look at the phone and then slowly place a gloved hand over it and then pick it up slowly, then lift it up and to his ear.
"Hello?" Heat said in a calm relaxed tone, for some reason he thought it was someone he knew, little did he know who it was, and someone he'd never expect. "HEAT IS THAT YOU?!?!" A familiar voice was screeched into the phone, making Heat cringe away from the phone before he'd hold it back to his ear.
"Who is this?"
"An old friend." Girlish familiar voice continued to ring out
"Liiiike who?"
"Guess!!!"
"How 'bout you just tell me, I have to goto work soon..."
"Phoo-ey! You're no fun, it's me, Shorty!"
"Shorty....Shorty...The kid at the dance tournament three years back?"
"You remember me!! You always picked on me you dummy."
"...How did you get my number?"
"I asked around, I wanted to tell you something..."
"Let me guess, you've had a crush on me since the first tournament and couldn't hold back to keeping it anymore, I'm right, that's it isn't it?"
"Arrogant as ever...And you're wrong, I wanted to tell you, we're planning on a party and we're inviting all of the old dancers, so I wanted to call and make sure, did you get the mail sent out?"
"I don't know, I throw my mail away half of the time..."
"Well, whatever! Anyway, You better find it, there's an invite in there for a plane trip to New York, since that's where the party'll be at!"
"Alright, alright, can I go now? I'm gonna be late..."
"Okay, You better be here, because I want my dance rematch!"
"Yeah, yeah, just get burnt once again..." Heat didn't give her the chance to respond before a click was heard on Shorty's end and Heat would run off to work quickly, making sure he'd left before she could call back, he'd sort things out after work. Work went by quickly for Heat, thanks to the fact his car would end up in the shop thanks to the upgrade modifications he'd done, and not to mention he'd get yelled at over it, finding his way home Heat would stumble his way up to the small apartment he'd find himself coming home, and of course checking the mail box framed into the wall on his way up, sorting through his mail slowly.
"Man, like is hell..." Heat said to himself as his keys would torpidly find it's way into the door knob, looking through the mail as he got inside, heel coming up to kick the door shut firmly.
"Bill...bill...bill..." Heat said silently to himself while he'd toss letter after letter on to the small coffee table by the velvet couch there against the wall.
"You may have won a million dollars..." Heat'd say out loud while he'd snicker to himself and play Frisbee, flicking the sealed letter around to the metal trash can in a corner.
"Two-thousand-three dance competition...was this what she was talking about..?" Heat thought of Shorty and then set the rest of the sealed letters on the coffee table now and would rip into the letter and take the thin piece of paper out and unfold it and read over the words carefully.
'You have been formally invited to the 2003 dance competition held in New York, New York---'
"Eh..I already know, just tell me when." Heat's mind kept yelling at him as he know would skim through the invitation to find that the letter was the plane ticket, and he'd have to be ready by...
"TOMORROW?!" Heat said before the letter was dropped, he couldn't miss this one, he had history, of being the best, and he had to show it, once again, so like always, aura of arrogance would shine through and then he'd just get to packing, into his bedroom, through the closet for a series of clothes held in a black back pack, then dinner was prepared, some TV and then to bed early, since the plane would be leaving at ten 'o clock sharp.