Bradley:
I stared at Ashy. We were sitting on the swing I had made in school. The swing creaked as we slowly swung, disrupting the awkward silence between us. Ashy smiled. It was a smile I envied so. She was always so happy so cheery. Some might even call her swallow, but she wasn't. Ashy was anything but shallow. Ashy knew me inside out. She had the ability to analyze just how I was feeling, and she had the even more amazing ability to change that feeling to joy. I had always secretly loved her. But know, to kiss her? I'd known her forever but now it seemed that she was a stranger. She was not the same Ashy I had grown up with. I was confused. I was dazed. Dazed and confused, that sounded familiar.
I wanted to say a million things to Ashy right then. I wanted to do so many things. But I didn't have to do anything because just then Ashy leaned forward and kissed me again. And for a moment, just one simple moment, all was right in the world.
Tommy, the next day:
{Okay Romeo it's time for you to take your chance with your future Juliet.} Xabri said. I gave him I odd look. Xabri took his English lit class way too seriously.
"Alright you better start making me that morphing device right now, because no woman ca
Merry Christmas and a happy moo year!
{Thomas the magnificent? Sounds like a Viking conqueror.} I gave Xabri yet another "look". He takes all his human classes way too seriously.
"Hey Xabri I hear they got a new book on human behavior in at the library." I said hoping to get rid of him.
{Where!? Uh... I'll talk to you later Tommy.} He said with excitement. Whew, he was finally gone. Now it was time to make my move on Anya.
Ashley:
Needless to say I was on cloud 9 for awhile after that night with Brad. It had me in a romantic mood for days. It happened that, while in this romantic daze I asked my parents about how they met.
Mama looked dreamy for about a moment a then began to tell the story.
"Well honey when we first arrived here we were both a little emotionally unstable. So one of the andalites started a support group. Mar... I mean your father and I started talking about our experiences we realized that we vaguely knew each other! We got to talking and became good friends. We helped cheering each other up. Your father used to have quite a sense of humor...until...until..." She started crying.
"Ashley go to your room right now!" My father yelled enraged.
I blew up. "No daddy! I can't believe you. I don't care if jimmy died! It's no excuse to neglect your living children."
"We haven't neglected you!"
"Yes you have Daddy! All you do is mourn! Get on with your life before you ruin mine!"
Marco:
I watched Ashley run upstairs enraged. I watched as the tears ran down my wife's eyes. The whole scene seemed all too familiar. Then it hit me. I was doing to Ashley exactly what my father had done to me after my mother "died".
Ashley was so much like me. She used her sense of humor as a coping mechanism. Only she didn't use it too deal with the death of Jimmy, no she did not mourn over someone she had never known she was sensible in that respect, but of the "death" of the rest of her family. That was the best way to describe it. Our family had had a mental break down.
How could I make it up to her?
Tommy:
"Hey young lady you're looking sad tonight." I said as I calmly walked up to Anya trying to sound as suave as possible.
"What do you want you giddy fool?" Ashy said.
"Giddy fool? What the hell are you talking about?" I said, stunned. Maybe Xabri was right, this girl *was * uptight.
"I have no time for those who go around making merry of themselves." She said sternly.
"Well bah humbug to you too." I said.
She looked at me confused. "Pardon?"
"Scrooge? From Christmas Carol? God, don't you people read earth literature?" I answered; I was beginning to get annoyed.
"Oh earth lit. I have no time to waste on things of the past."
"Oh come on earth sounds like one cool place to leave. I mean those people knew how to party. The had celebrations, holidays and...."
"And wars. The people of earth were violent and primitive."
"What are you a Andalite? My parents fought a war against the yeerks. You going to tell me that wasn't a good cause?"
"You parents fought against the yeerks?" She said shocked. "Then they were animorphs too!"
I stared at Ashy. We were sitting on the swing I had made in school. The swing creaked as we slowly swung, disrupting the awkward silence between us. Ashy smiled. It was a smile I envied so. She was always so happy so cheery. Some might even call her swallow, but she wasn't. Ashy was anything but shallow. Ashy knew me inside out. She had the ability to analyze just how I was feeling, and she had the even more amazing ability to change that feeling to joy. I had always secretly loved her. But know, to kiss her? I'd known her forever but now it seemed that she was a stranger. She was not the same Ashy I had grown up with. I was confused. I was dazed. Dazed and confused, that sounded familiar.
I wanted to say a million things to Ashy right then. I wanted to do so many things. But I didn't have to do anything because just then Ashy leaned forward and kissed me again. And for a moment, just one simple moment, all was right in the world.
Tommy, the next day:
{Okay Romeo it's time for you to take your chance with your future Juliet.} Xabri said. I gave him I odd look. Xabri took his English lit class way too seriously.
"Alright you better start making me that morphing device right now, because no woman ca
Merry Christmas and a happy moo year!
{Thomas the magnificent? Sounds like a Viking conqueror.} I gave Xabri yet another "look". He takes all his human classes way too seriously.
"Hey Xabri I hear they got a new book on human behavior in at the library." I said hoping to get rid of him.
{Where!? Uh... I'll talk to you later Tommy.} He said with excitement. Whew, he was finally gone. Now it was time to make my move on Anya.
Ashley:
Needless to say I was on cloud 9 for awhile after that night with Brad. It had me in a romantic mood for days. It happened that, while in this romantic daze I asked my parents about how they met.
Mama looked dreamy for about a moment a then began to tell the story.
"Well honey when we first arrived here we were both a little emotionally unstable. So one of the andalites started a support group. Mar... I mean your father and I started talking about our experiences we realized that we vaguely knew each other! We got to talking and became good friends. We helped cheering each other up. Your father used to have quite a sense of humor...until...until..." She started crying.
"Ashley go to your room right now!" My father yelled enraged.
I blew up. "No daddy! I can't believe you. I don't care if jimmy died! It's no excuse to neglect your living children."
"We haven't neglected you!"
"Yes you have Daddy! All you do is mourn! Get on with your life before you ruin mine!"
Marco:
I watched Ashley run upstairs enraged. I watched as the tears ran down my wife's eyes. The whole scene seemed all too familiar. Then it hit me. I was doing to Ashley exactly what my father had done to me after my mother "died".
Ashley was so much like me. She used her sense of humor as a coping mechanism. Only she didn't use it too deal with the death of Jimmy, no she did not mourn over someone she had never known she was sensible in that respect, but of the "death" of the rest of her family. That was the best way to describe it. Our family had had a mental break down.
How could I make it up to her?
Tommy:
"Hey young lady you're looking sad tonight." I said as I calmly walked up to Anya trying to sound as suave as possible.
"What do you want you giddy fool?" Ashy said.
"Giddy fool? What the hell are you talking about?" I said, stunned. Maybe Xabri was right, this girl *was * uptight.
"I have no time for those who go around making merry of themselves." She said sternly.
"Well bah humbug to you too." I said.
She looked at me confused. "Pardon?"
"Scrooge? From Christmas Carol? God, don't you people read earth literature?" I answered; I was beginning to get annoyed.
"Oh earth lit. I have no time to waste on things of the past."
"Oh come on earth sounds like one cool place to leave. I mean those people knew how to party. The had celebrations, holidays and...."
"And wars. The people of earth were violent and primitive."
"What are you a Andalite? My parents fought a war against the yeerks. You going to tell me that wasn't a good cause?"
"You parents fought against the yeerks?" She said shocked. "Then they were animorphs too!"
