So I love updating this story! (: Here's another one.
I'm going to try update my Cinderella one now for anyone who reads it. =D
Oh also, I had the funniest day yesterday, I went to see Robin Hood on the stage, with John Barrowman, not sure how many of you have heard about him? He's halirous!
Review please (:
If you fave my story, then please review too, it's annoying when you dont.
Dressed in sweats and waterproof boots, Miley continues to dump a bucket of dead fish into a pool full of swimming penguins.
"Hey Grumpy. Stop that, leave Jester alone!"
Turning to pick up another bucket, she stops as she realises there are none.
"Oliver?! Shift it into high gear, will you? I want to go home"
On cue Oliver appears, carrying two buckets of fish. Oliver could be described as a professional pothead, always managing to be one conversation behind everyone else.
"Did you get lost back there?" Miley rolled her eyes taking the buckets from him.
"Sorry. Smoke break"
"You know if they catch you with weed, you're going to get fired. It doesn't matter that you're my best friend"
"Re-lax. How is anybody going to know?" Oliver smiled a little as he sat down on one of the fake ice blocks.
"Maybe the hemp pants? Or the hemp shirt? Or the fact you smell like you showered in bong water?"
Oliver smiles looking off distantly "When I was in college, I made a bong out of a dried blow-fish"
"You never went to college" Miley stated.
"Well I never enrolled. But I sold a ton of shit at Stanford"
Miley turns towards him, playfully throwing one of the fishes towards him, before finishing dumping the bucket in her hands into the water. Turning around to reach the last bucket, she accidently trips on it.
Tumbling down the penguin slide, she starts flapping her arms around, still holding onto a few fish. She manages to save herself at the last moment, standing on the edge of the ice.
"And you think I look wasted?" Oliver carried on chortling at the scene in front of him.
Miley looks up, to see one of the penguins at the top of the slide eyeing the fish in her hand, her smile quickly fades.
"Wait, Grumpy, no..."
Grumpy decides to ignore her, diving and rolling into Miley as a bowling ball would, causing Mileys feet to flip from under her. As she does this she does a face plant against a rock and sinks into the water.
The accident is half-tragic, half-hysterical. Oliver rushes (as fast as a stoner can rush) to the edge of the water.
"Whoa, Murphy, that was radical"
Miley surfaces holding her mouth, "I think I chipped a tooth"
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Shane smiles as he holds open for the car door and a pretty young girl named Ashley slips in. As Shane closes the door and walks around the car, she quickly checks herself in the mirror. Shane climbs into his convertible, the top down.
"Do these seats go down?"
"Pardon?" Shane asks confused.
Instead of an answer, Ashley decides to pounce, climbing over the stick shift and on top of him. Her butt accidently jams into the horn, emitting a long honk from the care. She starts to take her top of –
"Wait. Don't you want to...?"
Removing her bra she looks at him confused "What?"
"I don't know... have dinner first?"
"Is that how it works?" She asks as Shane pulls away gently, looking into her eyes.
"How what works?"
"You know that thing" Off Shane's blank stare she continues "The thing, the magic, the charm, the spell"
She attacks him again, the front seat being so tiny her foot brushes the windshield wiper, causing fluid to spray over the window, attacking them.
From outside the car, the flashing of headlights can be seen a few times, before the car starts to roll down the hill and onto a neighbour's yard.
Back inside the care, Shane pulls the emergency brake and pulls away from the girl.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down – what the hell are you talking about?"
Ashley, thinking he knows, smiles "You're a lucky charm. You have sex with somebody and then they find their true love. Isn't that how it works?"
"Has everybody completely lost their minds? That's ridiculous. That's absurd"
"Do you want top or bottom?" She asks.
"Wait. I really don't want to take advantage of you" Shane jumped in.
"Look, don't take it do seriously. I'm certainly not. I'm doing this on a lark" She started "And you won't be taking advantage of me. Do you know how many loser boyfriends I've had? Do you know how many times I've given myself – body, mind and soul – hoping that this was the one, this was it, this was my soul mate, only to find that he was just some jerk-off asshole who was more interested in sleeping with my best friend and ready to dump me because he "can't see the daylight between my thighs""
She smiled at him, before excitement crossed her tone "If there's a chance, even a point-zero-zero-zero-zero-one percent chance that you're the key, that being with you might open the door to something better – well, I think I'd be take advantage of you"
Sighing, Shane smiled up at her "Would you like to have sex before or after dinner?"
"Why don't we work up an appetite?" She grinned before leaning down as the kiss got a little more passionate.
Shane's phone decided at that time it would be a good to start ringing.
"I'm sorry. That's the emergency line"
Flipping the phone open "Dr. Gray speaking"
"Hi. Shane?"
"Speaking"
A soaking wet Miley smiles lightly. "This is Miley Stewart. We met a while ago at Mitchie's wedding"
There was a beat of silence. "The serial killer?"
"Of course. Hi. How are you?" Shane couldn't help but smile warmly.
"I'm so sorry to do this to you, but I have a bit of a dental emergency"
"You know, you don't have to make up stories, Miley. If you want to see me, you can just ask" A kind, but playful tone evident – he turns to look at Ashley mouthing a 'sorry', she sits there waiting patiently.
"No, I chipped a tooth. It's a Saturday night and I'm in a lot of pain and I don't know who else to call"
"Chipped a tooth? How?"
"If you must know, I stepped in a bucket of fish, slid down an ice ramp, got body slammed by a penguin and fell face first into a fake ice boulder" She replied.
"If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that one"
"Hello... Hippocratic Oath...I'm bleeding. A lot"
"Do you know where my offices are?" Shane turns to mouth a sorry to Ashley again.
Looking down at Shane's business card in her hands, she smiles "Got it"
"I'm leaving now" Shane replied as she hangs up the phone.
She looks over through the glass at Oliver, who is now sitting in the room tripping penguins as they waddle by. As each one falls into the water, he laughs his ass off. Smiling, Miley shakes her head.
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Half hour later and Miley is sat in the dental chair, Shane working inside her mouth.
"Does that hurt?" He asks as she shakes her head.
"Wow... that's some halitosis" He continues.
"-evy –unny. –at's the –ish" She slurs.
A playful nod comes from his head. "Sure it is"
"Fish, huh?" He finishes up "You can rinse"
Miley sits up leaning over and swishes before discreetly spitting. She looks up at the wall in front of her, pictures of Shane and a few kids smiling and holding up toothbrushes catches her eyes.
"I travel to Guatemala once a year to help out in some of the poorer villages" He explains.
Miley looks him over for a moment, approving. She moves to get from the chair, knocking the suction device to the floor. Leaning over to pick it up, her hand comes crashing down on a tray of dental tools, which go flying across the room. Two of the sharp metal picks stab Shane in the back, lodging there.
"AHHH!" Shane jumps letting out a groan of pain.
"Oh my god!"
Shane tries to reach around to get them, but he can't reach. Taking the hint Miley runs over and pulls the instruments from his back. He lets out a gasp.
"Here. I'm so sorry" She starts picking up instruments off the floor.
"It's okay... I got it. Stop helping before I lose an eye"
Shane takes off his bloodied lab coat and rubs his back.
"I hope you'll let me have that dry-cleaned"
"No, but I hope you'll let me take you for dinner on Thursday night" He smiles as she looks a little hesitant.
"Trust me; you'll be able to do far more damage to me with a steak knife"
"I'm sorry. I can't. How much do I owe you for the tooth?"
A little offended, Shane speaks up "So you draw first blood, but you won't make it up to me?"
"No really – how much do I owe you?"
"Your money is no good here" He replies.
"Okay. Thank you"
An awkward moment occurs, before Miley turns to walk out of the office.
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