Me: I don't own MI. If I did, the second movie wouldn't exist. =D
I do own my OC.
WARNING: First chapter is kinda slow! It gets more interesting after this.
What started out as a normal day would prove to be anything but. The morning of the day in question had started out like any other. My alarm clock (stupid thing!) had woken me up just a bit too early for my liking. It was nice and cloudy outside, which made getting up even harder. Climbing out of bed, I tried to decide what I should do on the first day of my lovely and long awaited summer break.
The first thing I thought of was to plop down in my leather chair and do absolutely nothing for the entire day. But knowing myself, I quickly scrapped that lovely idea, knowing that I would probably just go crazy anyway. Wandering around my house for a while, I tried to think of something, anything that I could do to cure my summer boredom.
When I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, my problem was solved. Drinking the last bit of milk with my biscuits and bacon, I knew I would have to go out for more, considering that I can drink about a gallon on any given day. After finishing off the last of my breakfast and changing out of my pajamas, I hopped into my car and drove to the Target store about thirty minutes from my house. Normally I would have gone somewhere closer, but considering my boredom, decided to go somewhere more fun, so I could piddle for a while.
Upon my arrival, I walked straight to the back to look for a few new pairs of fun, multicolored socks, having nothing better to do. Finding nothing that was to my interest in the socks, shoes, or clothes, I grabbed two gallons of ice cold milk and headed to the front of the store. And then I saw it. On the rack of new release movies was one of my favorites, obviously having just come out: Mission Impossible-Ghost Protocol. Smiling to myself, I grabbed a copy and checked out, now having the perfect thing to do.
Getting into my car, opening the windows, and plugging in my iPod, I drove straight home, ready to have some fun. Having my parents go on a two-month cruise to several exotic places presented the perfect opportunity to do whatever I pleased. Of course, there were the standard rules: no crazy parties (like I would throw those anyway!), no more than five friends over at a time, and no staying out after eleven, unless it was for a ten' o'clock movie. As always, I obeyed those rules respectfully. Other than that, I could basically do what I wanted.
Arriving at my house, I pulled my car into the garage and closed the door, leaving a crack in it just big enough for my cats. I unlocked the house with my guitar-shaped key and went inside, plopping my shopping bags on the dark granite countertop. After putting the milk in the refrigerator, I kicked off my shoes and headed upstairs to watch my new movie. While I cooked some popcorn in our popcorn maker, I popped the movie into the DVD player, and turned on the surround sound to a level that would have made my parents cover their ears.
"The president has initiated Ghost Protocol. We're shut down." The first words of the movie, before the play menu, resonated through the room as the classic "Mission Impossible" music began to play. After watching the clips on the play menu at least five times, I finally pushed play. The movie began in Budapest. I watched intently, moving between almost crying at the look on Jane's face when Hanaway was killed, to laughing at Benji's antics, to being completely mesmerized as Ethan "stepped outside" at the Burj Khalifa. I had only gotten as far as the middle of the fight scene between Ethan and Hendricks in the parking garage, when I heard a car door slam.
Hearing the sound in what sounded like my driveway, and hearing it followed by another car door slam, I paused the movie to look out the window. Seeing the front of an unfamiliar car in my driveway, but being unable to see who it belonged to, I turned the movie and TV off completely. Practically running to my room, I grabbed my bow and quiver of arrows from where they hung on the wall, and headed downstairs. I had just loaded an arrow onto my bow when the doorbell rang loudly, eerily resonating through the quiet house. Clutching both my bow and arrow in one hand, I cautiously opened the door. And to say I was astonished was an understatement. There, at my house, on my doorstep, in person, and a good inch shorter than me, was Ethan Hunt.
You know you wannna click that button. =D Second chapter already underway. I should post it by the end of next week.