Author's Note:

I am probably gonna be pretty consistent with updates. I'm not gonna freak out if I miss a day or two, and during school breaks, probably not much writing and more gaming. I don't have my own computer, sadly – even though I'm a programmer, gamer, game designer, flash animator, and now fanfiction writer – but my mom usually lets me use her laptop every night, so it's not that bad.

I probably should have said this earlier, but I do not own any of these characters. They are owned by Nintendo. If I make up a character, I will let you know, so that you know it's mine.

Last thing: The G on the keyboard is kinda broken, so if it doesn't work and I miss it in the spell check, sorry.

Too much ranting and raving. Constructive criticism. No flaming. NOW, TO THE STORY!


Chapter 2: Better

SPLAT!

"Damnit!" Adeleine swore. She had been in her backyard trying to hit the bulls eye for hours. The target and a large section of wall around it was a trippy, multicolored work of art . . . except for the center. "All right. One more time," she said to herself. "Then it's time for dinner and bed. Though, not at the same time."

Adeleine swished her brush around in the green paint on her palette. She raised the brush above her head, and swung it downwards.

SPLAT!

"Oh, COME ON!"

"Hey, Adeleine. What'cha doin"?"

"KIRBY! Hi!" Adeline spun around quickly. "What are you doing here?"

"Um . . . I was bored," Kirby answered. He then saw the target covered in paint. "Um . . . are you trying to hit the target? Like, with paint?"

"Yeah," Adeline replied, slightly embarrassed. "I kinda got bored, too. And, uh, I kinda realized yesterday that I want to be able to defend myself, for when you're not there."

"With paint."

Adeleine was slightly miffed at this. "Hey! You've seen what I can do with paint."

Kirby relented. "Okay, that's true. Here, let me see that brush." Adeleine reluctantly handed over the brush. "Okay," Kirby continued, "If you finish your swing by pointing towards where you want it to go, then it's a lot easier to aim. Watch." Kirby then proceeded to dip the brush in purple paint, and swing the brush downwards like Adeleine did, ending with the brush pointing right at the bulls eye. Sure enough . . . .

SPLAT! Direct hit.

"Here," Kirby said, handing the brush and palette back to Adeleine. She then tried it herself, hitting a few inches above the bulls eye.

"Wow, I actually got close that time!" Adeleine shouted excitedly. "But . . . why didn't I hit perfectly? I did exactly what you did, and you hit right on!"

"That's because everyone does things slightly differently," Kirby answered. "What I did works for me, but not necessarily for you. Now that you've got the basic gist of it, experiment. Figure out what works. Eventually, you'll get to where you don't have to point directly at it all the time. Just practice."

"Wow, thanks a lot, Kirby! I'd probably never have been able to do it without you."

"You are very welcome," Kirby said humbly.

"Well, I'm getting pretty hungry, so I'm gonna head back inside."

"Well, actually, I was wondering if, possibly, you would like to come over to my house and have dinner with me." Kirby seemed very nervous all of a sudden.

"Wait," Adeleine said. "You are actually offering to share your food with me?"

"Well, I mean, if you don't want to. . . ."

"Are you kidding me? Of course I'll come over! I'd never turn down a friend, especially if it's Kirby offering me food."

Kirby beamed happily, and the two began walking towards Kirby's house. The two had a splendid time, eating and talking, and when they said goodbye, Adeleine was smiling too.


Author's Note:

Don't get any funny ideas about what happened at Kirby's house, it was just a nice dinner. Things aren't getting that serious . . . yet. Heh heh.