Reviews have been slow lately...does no one like "The genie whose name was Carl?" I thought it was pretty funny...
In other news, Skylar-A-Teloiv finally finished "This Star Made My Wish Come True." Finally. After all of that waiting.
And, good news! Now that I've been diagnosed as having extrinsic asthma, which is the type that only occurs when my allergies act up, I have to stay inside for allergy season. (Not that I didn't try to avoid sunlight, anyway)
Which means, fortunately, that I will have about 20 percent more time to write than previously. Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans!
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Stamps
"I'm not sure. It's so hard to decide! What do you think, Lian?" Mar'i clung to her phone, waiting desperately for Lian's response.
"Can you take a picture of them for me? Send it over right away!" She cried. Mar'i hurriedly took a picture of the objects, sending them to Lian as fast as she possibly could.
"It's going to be all right, Mar'i," Lian started, "I'll help you pick the right one. You can count on me!" Mar'i sighed in relief.
Jake groaned. "All you're doing is buying stamps. I don't see the issue here. Besides, there are people waiting!" He motioned to the ever-growing line forming behind them. Mar'i tossed a glare back at him.
"Why am I even here?" Victor said sarcastically, "Oh yeah! That's right! Someone had agreed to go stamp shopping with Mar'i 'cause he loves her and dragged me along!" he accused. Whatever frantic conversation Mar'i and Lian had been having ceased. Mar'i turned around swiftly.
"What was that?" she asked the two of them. Victor, being smart enough to understand that an Azarathian who can turn into several extinct, very dangerous, animals was not someone to mess with, lied.
"I said I liked the stamps with the pink ponies on them. They're...nice." Not only had Jake and Mar'i heard that, but so had Lian, who was still waiting on the other line of Mar'i's cellphone. And if she could hear it, then that meant that so could everybody else standing behind them.
Never again would Victor journey back to the post office. Never.
Blue
In his life, Jake had seen very many things that could be classified as being the color blue. For instance, the sky was blue. Well, if you don't count the sunset, which, as Lian had ever-so-bluntly put it before, wasn't something that should be admired.
Other things were blue, too. Like the mailbox that randomly sat in the middle of that parking lot for people who didn't feel like going all of the way to the post office. Then, there was that blue ball that the annoying kid who lived down the street threw at him every time he passed by his house.
The ocean was blue, and so was the pen that had graded his last math test, which had once again not been something he was proud of.
People, such as Victor or Lian, would often joke about how blue must be his favorite color, seeing as he was always mesmerized by Mar'i's eyes. But, in reality, he was deathly afraid of blue. Blue terrified him. Especially large amounts of blue; they were the worst.
Because, whenever he saw blue, it reminded him of what would happen had he ever messed with Mar'i again.
Curse the day that he found out how badly those blue starbolts hurt.
Princess
It really had started out as a childish nickname, meaning absolutely nothing more than a girl she was pretending to be. She had loved to dress up in pretty robes and pointed hats, pretending to be held captive by an evil dragon, which was always played by Victor. (He could make the best dragon noises) Mar'i had been the princess, and of course, as every fairy tale needed, there was always a knight in shining armor to save her.
Well, Jake had actually been wearing a grey sweatshirt and pants, but that didn't stop him from being her prince in all of the homemade films they had when they were young. She hadn't thought of it as any more than a game back then. When he called her princess, it was because she had told him that he could either play with her or get tossed out of a two story window, his choice. But sometimes, it almost seemed as if he meant something when he said it.
She had never told Lian about it, because not only was that before she moved to town, but she liked to think that it was her secret, guarded from prying eyes. She looked out of her window, hoping to see her knight in dull sweatpants again, as when they were seven, but the only man out tonight was her father, down on his hands and knees and mumbling something about weeds trying to kill his daisies.
She wished that she could hear him call her princess again.
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