Authors notes:
Sorry that this took a long time. I was soo busy! Anywayz..i hope u enjoy this chapter! Also this chapter is dedicated to Angie~! happy late birthday!!
Kiss me, Creep!
" There's going to be a body in that closet, I just know it," I hissed, covering my face with my hands.
We were watching a double feature at the Skyview Drive-In--Friday the 13th, 2 and Motel Mania. Richie's idea, not mine. I hate gory movies.
Richie nudged me with his elbow. "You're missing the best part."
Sabrina leaned over the front seat, whispering in my ear, "Just keep telling yourself it's not real blood. That's what I do. They use catsup, I think."
"No, they don't, ding-dong," said her boyfriend, Brock." If they use catsup, they'd have to deep fry the bodies first."
Sabrina socked his arm. "How can anyone be so gross?"
Sabrina and Brock have been going together since the beginning of time, I think. Even so, they acted more like brother and sister than steadies.
Still, they were more fun to double-date with than Melody and Gary, who usually spent the whole time either fighting or making up.
Richie tightened his arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry," he murmured. "If a psycho like that ever came after you, I'd protect you."
"Thanks," I said, "I'd do the same thing to you."
He gave me a funny look. Obviously he couldn't imagine me giving some guy a karate chop in the windpipe.
" Come on Richie can't we go? Let's go to Corky's!" I said.
Corky's is a pizza-burger place where most of the kids from our school hang out. They even have live music every Wednesday and Saturday night.
"Yeah," Brock said in his Igor voice. "I have a sudden craving for french-fried fingers."
That did it. Even Richie couldn't keep a straight face after that. So we ended up going to Corky's after all.
Unfortunately we weren't the only ones who decided to go there that night. The place was wall- to-wall people. We looked for seats,but all the booths were filled.
A spikey, dark head bobbed up from one of the booths. Someone was waving an arm and yelling at us.
Richie grinned and waved back. "Hey, Ash!"
Sabrina and I looked at each other. I groaned. "oh, no"
The troubly with being Richie's girlfriend was that he and Ash were friends--not best friends or anything, but they hung out together.Whereever I turned, it seemed, Ash was poppling up. I avoided him whenever I could, but this time there was no getting around it.Richie had me by the wrist and was dragging me over to where Ash was sitting.
"I see you brought your groupies along, big shot," Ash said teasingly, his eyes twinklingat Sabrina and me as we squeezed in after Richie. Brock sat down next to Ash.
It was just the kind of macho remark you'd expect from a guy like Ash. In a loud voice I said to Sabrina, "Don't mind him. Normally he wears a straitjacket; so if he seems strange a little, you'll have to forgive him."
Ash raised his root beer mug to me. "Touche, M.W."
Before I could say anything, the waitress came over. After we had ordered pizza and drinks, I glared at Ash. "Will you stop calling me M.W.?"
"What's wrong with it? It's suits you. Short but sweet."
Just for the record, I'm Five-four, which isn't really all that short, but I could see how I must've looked from Ash's six foot vantage point. I could feel myself turning red.
Richie wore a mystified expression. " I don't get it. Why are you two alwys at each other's throats?"
Richie is the kind of person who thinks that the people he likes should automatically like each other, too. How Richie and Ash ended up being friends...I don't know.
Suddenly Richie came up to me and kissed me. I felt Ash's eyes bore into me.The way he was staring , I felt like an amoeba under a microscope.
"Come on Richie, let's dance!" I said.
He shook his head and pointed to the pizza.
Ash motioned for Brock to move so that he could get out of the booth. "Never fear, I'll dance with you, M.W. Just to show you that I'm not a total clod."
Before I could protest he grbbed my arm and took me out to the dance floor. At the last minute I snatched my arm away.
"I don't feel like dancing anymore," I told him.
"Try it. You never know, you might like it."
"That's what my mother used to tell me about creamed spinach."
"Mine, too. But, listen, they were right. It grows on you--it really does."
"I still hate it."
"Well, don't worry," he said, clamping an arm aroung my waist and propelling me onto the dance floor. "I promise I don'nt taste anything like creamed spinach."
It was like the time he kissed me. Icouldn't believe it was happening--that I was actually dancing with Ash. Actually, to tell the truth, he wasn't a bad dancer.
His movements blended with the music, light and easy. Some guys get you intot a wrestler's clinch; other guys are so afraid to get near you, they hold you like you'd melt if they breathed too hard on you. I also hate the ones who steer you around like they're driving a car at seventy miles an hour.
Ash wasn't John Travolta, but like I said, he was pretty good.
He held me just the right distance, and his hands, even though warm, didn't sweat through my blouse. I felt myself growing warm, too.
I guess that's what bothered me the most--the fact that my body didn't seem to hate Ash as much as my mind did. When the song ended, I pulled away from him as if I'd just sprung loose from a bear trap.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Don't mention it, M.W."
------authors notes------
So..how was it? N E Wayz Im dedicating this chapter to Angie~! hehehehee. aka A*MON..Im so sorry, I wrote this chapter a long time ago but then.. ff.net had some problems so..I got to put it up just now..i am like so majorly sorry! I made it extra sweet for u! hehehe. ALSO!! The people that entered the contest about the cute summer fic for Pokemon... I'll first have to talk to the judges and dicuss everything...then i'll e-mail you and ask you what u want for ur prize..so everyone who participated...THANKS!! and I'll either put you in a story that I'm working on called 'The Problem With Love' for Pokemon and stuff so.. for the peepl that entered please e-mail me at
ashyboylova@yahoo.com
because I need to know who entered cause after the accident in ff.net I lost track of everything since all of ur stories were in my faves (so that i could keep track of them..but...) so please e-mail me! or i have to look through all of those files and.......it'll be tiring....well buh bye!
Ash: Happy brithday to you!!
Misty: cha cha cha
Ash: Happy brithday to you!
Misty: cha cha cha
Ash and Misty: Happy brithday dear Angie~! Happy brithday to you!!
Brock and Ash: I Love you Angie~!
Me:hehehheee. Sorry that it was soo late! buh bye~!
Sorry that this took a long time. I was soo busy! Anywayz..i hope u enjoy this chapter! Also this chapter is dedicated to Angie~! happy late birthday!!
Kiss me, Creep!
" There's going to be a body in that closet, I just know it," I hissed, covering my face with my hands.
We were watching a double feature at the Skyview Drive-In--Friday the 13th, 2 and Motel Mania. Richie's idea, not mine. I hate gory movies.
Richie nudged me with his elbow. "You're missing the best part."
Sabrina leaned over the front seat, whispering in my ear, "Just keep telling yourself it's not real blood. That's what I do. They use catsup, I think."
"No, they don't, ding-dong," said her boyfriend, Brock." If they use catsup, they'd have to deep fry the bodies first."
Sabrina socked his arm. "How can anyone be so gross?"
Sabrina and Brock have been going together since the beginning of time, I think. Even so, they acted more like brother and sister than steadies.
Still, they were more fun to double-date with than Melody and Gary, who usually spent the whole time either fighting or making up.
Richie tightened his arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry," he murmured. "If a psycho like that ever came after you, I'd protect you."
"Thanks," I said, "I'd do the same thing to you."
He gave me a funny look. Obviously he couldn't imagine me giving some guy a karate chop in the windpipe.
" Come on Richie can't we go? Let's go to Corky's!" I said.
Corky's is a pizza-burger place where most of the kids from our school hang out. They even have live music every Wednesday and Saturday night.
"Yeah," Brock said in his Igor voice. "I have a sudden craving for french-fried fingers."
That did it. Even Richie couldn't keep a straight face after that. So we ended up going to Corky's after all.
Unfortunately we weren't the only ones who decided to go there that night. The place was wall- to-wall people. We looked for seats,but all the booths were filled.
A spikey, dark head bobbed up from one of the booths. Someone was waving an arm and yelling at us.
Richie grinned and waved back. "Hey, Ash!"
Sabrina and I looked at each other. I groaned. "oh, no"
The troubly with being Richie's girlfriend was that he and Ash were friends--not best friends or anything, but they hung out together.Whereever I turned, it seemed, Ash was poppling up. I avoided him whenever I could, but this time there was no getting around it.Richie had me by the wrist and was dragging me over to where Ash was sitting.
"I see you brought your groupies along, big shot," Ash said teasingly, his eyes twinklingat Sabrina and me as we squeezed in after Richie. Brock sat down next to Ash.
It was just the kind of macho remark you'd expect from a guy like Ash. In a loud voice I said to Sabrina, "Don't mind him. Normally he wears a straitjacket; so if he seems strange a little, you'll have to forgive him."
Ash raised his root beer mug to me. "Touche, M.W."
Before I could say anything, the waitress came over. After we had ordered pizza and drinks, I glared at Ash. "Will you stop calling me M.W.?"
"What's wrong with it? It's suits you. Short but sweet."
Just for the record, I'm Five-four, which isn't really all that short, but I could see how I must've looked from Ash's six foot vantage point. I could feel myself turning red.
Richie wore a mystified expression. " I don't get it. Why are you two alwys at each other's throats?"
Richie is the kind of person who thinks that the people he likes should automatically like each other, too. How Richie and Ash ended up being friends...I don't know.
Suddenly Richie came up to me and kissed me. I felt Ash's eyes bore into me.The way he was staring , I felt like an amoeba under a microscope.
"Come on Richie, let's dance!" I said.
He shook his head and pointed to the pizza.
Ash motioned for Brock to move so that he could get out of the booth. "Never fear, I'll dance with you, M.W. Just to show you that I'm not a total clod."
Before I could protest he grbbed my arm and took me out to the dance floor. At the last minute I snatched my arm away.
"I don't feel like dancing anymore," I told him.
"Try it. You never know, you might like it."
"That's what my mother used to tell me about creamed spinach."
"Mine, too. But, listen, they were right. It grows on you--it really does."
"I still hate it."
"Well, don't worry," he said, clamping an arm aroung my waist and propelling me onto the dance floor. "I promise I don'nt taste anything like creamed spinach."
It was like the time he kissed me. Icouldn't believe it was happening--that I was actually dancing with Ash. Actually, to tell the truth, he wasn't a bad dancer.
His movements blended with the music, light and easy. Some guys get you intot a wrestler's clinch; other guys are so afraid to get near you, they hold you like you'd melt if they breathed too hard on you. I also hate the ones who steer you around like they're driving a car at seventy miles an hour.
Ash wasn't John Travolta, but like I said, he was pretty good.
He held me just the right distance, and his hands, even though warm, didn't sweat through my blouse. I felt myself growing warm, too.
I guess that's what bothered me the most--the fact that my body didn't seem to hate Ash as much as my mind did. When the song ended, I pulled away from him as if I'd just sprung loose from a bear trap.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Don't mention it, M.W."
------authors notes------
So..how was it? N E Wayz Im dedicating this chapter to Angie~! hehehehee. aka A*MON..Im so sorry, I wrote this chapter a long time ago but then.. ff.net had some problems so..I got to put it up just now..i am like so majorly sorry! I made it extra sweet for u! hehehe. ALSO!! The people that entered the contest about the cute summer fic for Pokemon... I'll first have to talk to the judges and dicuss everything...then i'll e-mail you and ask you what u want for ur prize..so everyone who participated...THANKS!! and I'll either put you in a story that I'm working on called 'The Problem With Love' for Pokemon and stuff so.. for the peepl that entered please e-mail me at
ashyboylova@yahoo.com
because I need to know who entered cause after the accident in ff.net I lost track of everything since all of ur stories were in my faves (so that i could keep track of them..but...) so please e-mail me! or i have to look through all of those files and.......it'll be tiring....well buh bye!
Ash: Happy brithday to you!!
Misty: cha cha cha
Ash: Happy brithday to you!
Misty: cha cha cha
Ash and Misty: Happy brithday dear Angie~! Happy brithday to you!!
Brock and Ash: I Love you Angie~!
Me:hehehheee. Sorry that it was soo late! buh bye~!