Man, it's been a looooooong time since I've written. But, I finally found
the time amidst everything to add to my story. I know it's not much, but
perhaps it's enough to sustain those who read my story until I can get a
nice lengthy chapter up. So, enjoy…^__^ Thank you for being so patient.
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"Nanda?!?! Die Scorpion! Diiiiiiiiie!!!" she quickly took in a breath of air between her ranting.
"Ne…Mako-chan…Calm down…" a chuckle followed.
Makoto pressed pause on the game and turned to her loyal friend, Ami, and smiled. She quickly resumed playing the video game. Her forest green eyes were focused intently on the screen, observing the moves of her computer opponent with deliberation. Her silky hair, a deep brown, had been delicately pulled up into a ponytail—simple and beautiful. Across the room, comfortably reclined on the couch, sat Ami with her dainty glasses poised on her appealing little nose. She was greatly involved in the book she was reading, although, she would never forget to compliment Makoto occasionally as to keep her from ceasing playing the game and becoming incessantly bothersome. Of course, that was one of the qualities of Makoto that Ami enjoyed—though she dare not admit it to her friend.
"Ami, weren't you supposed to call someone…? Hmmmm?" Makoto grinned subtly and nudged Ami in the side.
"Call someone? Who..—Oh no!!!" Ami snapped shut her book. Leaping off the couch, looking like an Olympic star, she raced across the room, over the coffee table, and slid to a finish in front of the phone. She cleared her throat, then, while brushing aside her short aqua hair, she picked up the phone innocently, and dialed the number…
Makoto, greatly intrigued by her friend's mad-dash to the phone realized that something was missing in her life…something her friend had…something she wanted…
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"Are you just going to SLEEP while the phone RINGS IN MY EAR?!?!" His eyes, bloodshot, glared at his friend. "Fine! I'll answer it if you won't get up!!!!" Slipping out of his bed, Gohan slowly dragged himself from one side of the apartment to the next, and finally, to the perpetual phone. "Hello?" annoyance dripped from his tone, while Gohan struggled to keep his eyes open.
"…is…Trunks…there?..." she inquired in the most timid pitch possible.
"Ami?" Gohan's rubbed his forehead sluggishly. "Is that you?"
"Yes."
"Aww…Gomen Ami-san. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'll go get Trunks." Gohan quietly placed the phone down on his pillow then, with all his strength—for he was a muscular boy—he kicked Trunks in the side, forcing his friend to shoot off the bed and land on the floor with a thunderous THUMP.
A prolonged groan could be heard from the floor, muffled noises, and then, Trunks stood up, looking like a ghost, for the sheets were draped over him. Even though he knew Gohan could not see his face, he gave him an icy cold glare, hoping to freeze Gohan so he could never be mobile again.
Gohan ripped the sheets off Trunks, exposing his friend to the world. "The phone…it's Ami lover-boy."
Trunks eyes brightened, though still adjusting to the bright light that Gohan had so conveniently flicked on. "Put some clothes on Gohan! Lord!" Trunks, being a very modest lavender-haired boy, slept with boxers and a tank top, but his friend, on the contrary, slept in plain old boxers.
"Trunks, just answer the phone." Gohan turned around and headed back to bed, rubbing his well built abdomen with satisfaction—adding to his massive ego.
Trunks grumbled, but decided to shrug off his conceited friend. "Ami?" his voice spilled through the phone.
"Trunks!" Ami beamed, "you wanted me to call you, right?"
"Yea…" Trunks smiled…
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Well, that's all for now. ^_^ Please…R&R.
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"Nanda?!?! Die Scorpion! Diiiiiiiiie!!!" she quickly took in a breath of air between her ranting.
"Ne…Mako-chan…Calm down…" a chuckle followed.
Makoto pressed pause on the game and turned to her loyal friend, Ami, and smiled. She quickly resumed playing the video game. Her forest green eyes were focused intently on the screen, observing the moves of her computer opponent with deliberation. Her silky hair, a deep brown, had been delicately pulled up into a ponytail—simple and beautiful. Across the room, comfortably reclined on the couch, sat Ami with her dainty glasses poised on her appealing little nose. She was greatly involved in the book she was reading, although, she would never forget to compliment Makoto occasionally as to keep her from ceasing playing the game and becoming incessantly bothersome. Of course, that was one of the qualities of Makoto that Ami enjoyed—though she dare not admit it to her friend.
"Ami, weren't you supposed to call someone…? Hmmmm?" Makoto grinned subtly and nudged Ami in the side.
"Call someone? Who..—Oh no!!!" Ami snapped shut her book. Leaping off the couch, looking like an Olympic star, she raced across the room, over the coffee table, and slid to a finish in front of the phone. She cleared her throat, then, while brushing aside her short aqua hair, she picked up the phone innocently, and dialed the number…
Makoto, greatly intrigued by her friend's mad-dash to the phone realized that something was missing in her life…something her friend had…something she wanted…
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"Are you just going to SLEEP while the phone RINGS IN MY EAR?!?!" His eyes, bloodshot, glared at his friend. "Fine! I'll answer it if you won't get up!!!!" Slipping out of his bed, Gohan slowly dragged himself from one side of the apartment to the next, and finally, to the perpetual phone. "Hello?" annoyance dripped from his tone, while Gohan struggled to keep his eyes open.
"…is…Trunks…there?..." she inquired in the most timid pitch possible.
"Ami?" Gohan's rubbed his forehead sluggishly. "Is that you?"
"Yes."
"Aww…Gomen Ami-san. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'll go get Trunks." Gohan quietly placed the phone down on his pillow then, with all his strength—for he was a muscular boy—he kicked Trunks in the side, forcing his friend to shoot off the bed and land on the floor with a thunderous THUMP.
A prolonged groan could be heard from the floor, muffled noises, and then, Trunks stood up, looking like a ghost, for the sheets were draped over him. Even though he knew Gohan could not see his face, he gave him an icy cold glare, hoping to freeze Gohan so he could never be mobile again.
Gohan ripped the sheets off Trunks, exposing his friend to the world. "The phone…it's Ami lover-boy."
Trunks eyes brightened, though still adjusting to the bright light that Gohan had so conveniently flicked on. "Put some clothes on Gohan! Lord!" Trunks, being a very modest lavender-haired boy, slept with boxers and a tank top, but his friend, on the contrary, slept in plain old boxers.
"Trunks, just answer the phone." Gohan turned around and headed back to bed, rubbing his well built abdomen with satisfaction—adding to his massive ego.
Trunks grumbled, but decided to shrug off his conceited friend. "Ami?" his voice spilled through the phone.
"Trunks!" Ami beamed, "you wanted me to call you, right?"
"Yea…" Trunks smiled…
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Well, that's all for now. ^_^ Please…R&R.