Authors note: I forgot to say in the first chapter all the stuff about
things I don't own, but it's obvious so who really cares. Also, I put a
bunch of little notes in the chapter in parenthesis and you can ignore them
if you want. This story contains a lot of references to the Princess Bride
and Buttercup's Baby, but it'll get more Moulin Rouge-y soon, I swear.
I was jarred awake by Abby yelling "WAKE UP!" in my ear.
"Er, what?" I asked sleepily.
"Maxie's finished!"
"Already?"
"Well, I got a little bored and made him go faster, also, he said we had to use it before the dead cat I accidentally threw in starts working and messes it up. So hurry!"
Processing this, I got up and rubbed my stiff neck. She threw in a dead cat? Oooookay, not good.
"You're right, we better hurry before you mess something up again."
"Hmph."
We hurried to the kitchen, where Maxie stood over a big pot with a mixing spoon. We saw no sign of anyone else, maybe because it was three in the morning.
"Don't call me Maxie."
Can he read my mind?
"Of course, I'm a miracle man, now shut up and help me pour the chocolate in."
I did.
"Ok, it's ready. Drink up."
We did.
He stared at us expectantly for about five minutes. Nothing happened.
"Ok," he said briskly, packing his things up, "Guess it didn't work."
"WHAT!?" we both cried, "WE HAVE TO GO AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD TODAY!"
He shrugged. Disappointed, we walked slowly back to the living room and sank down on the couch. Then Inigo walked in.
"Hey, is this the home of Miracle Max?" He asked.
We stared at him for a while, open mouthed. I guess it kinda freaked him out because he looked a bit nervous all of a sudden.
"Um... No, but he's here," I managed, "Did you want to see him?"
"No, I just wondered. Are you a six- fingered man disguised as a beautiful lady?" He said, changing subjects abruptly.
"Nope. Just a regular lady."
"Not regular at all," he breathed, taking my hand and kissing it, "You're very beautiful."
I, of course, was very flattered since Inigo was one of the three hottest guys ever (the other two being the guy in American Outlaws who plays Jesse James, and Toulouse!). But I knew that in about a month, judging by his age, he would meet the real love of his life, so I didn't get any illusions, even with the envious looks Abby was shooting me. (If you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's from the Princess Bride books not movie) I flashed him a brilliant smile, and (a brilliant smile, the sentence does not end at 'flashed him') replied:
"Well thank you! That's quite a compliment from the last living Wizard!" I replied. (If I want to make the cool guys like me in my story I CAN! BWAHAHA!)
I gently took my hand from his, as much as I wanted to flirt with him, it would be wrong, knowing what I know. Anyway, Steve had just walked in and he looked furious at this obvious pick-up. Don't ask me why, I don't like him that way anymore, and he never knew I did at all. Life is what it is.
Anyway, what was going on is now made irrelevant because just then me and Abby died.
I was jarred awake by Abby yelling "WAKE UP!" in my ear.
"Er, what?" I asked sleepily.
"Maxie's finished!"
"Already?"
"Well, I got a little bored and made him go faster, also, he said we had to use it before the dead cat I accidentally threw in starts working and messes it up. So hurry!"
Processing this, I got up and rubbed my stiff neck. She threw in a dead cat? Oooookay, not good.
"You're right, we better hurry before you mess something up again."
"Hmph."
We hurried to the kitchen, where Maxie stood over a big pot with a mixing spoon. We saw no sign of anyone else, maybe because it was three in the morning.
"Don't call me Maxie."
Can he read my mind?
"Of course, I'm a miracle man, now shut up and help me pour the chocolate in."
I did.
"Ok, it's ready. Drink up."
We did.
He stared at us expectantly for about five minutes. Nothing happened.
"Ok," he said briskly, packing his things up, "Guess it didn't work."
"WHAT!?" we both cried, "WE HAVE TO GO AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD TODAY!"
He shrugged. Disappointed, we walked slowly back to the living room and sank down on the couch. Then Inigo walked in.
"Hey, is this the home of Miracle Max?" He asked.
We stared at him for a while, open mouthed. I guess it kinda freaked him out because he looked a bit nervous all of a sudden.
"Um... No, but he's here," I managed, "Did you want to see him?"
"No, I just wondered. Are you a six- fingered man disguised as a beautiful lady?" He said, changing subjects abruptly.
"Nope. Just a regular lady."
"Not regular at all," he breathed, taking my hand and kissing it, "You're very beautiful."
I, of course, was very flattered since Inigo was one of the three hottest guys ever (the other two being the guy in American Outlaws who plays Jesse James, and Toulouse!). But I knew that in about a month, judging by his age, he would meet the real love of his life, so I didn't get any illusions, even with the envious looks Abby was shooting me. (If you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's from the Princess Bride books not movie) I flashed him a brilliant smile, and (a brilliant smile, the sentence does not end at 'flashed him') replied:
"Well thank you! That's quite a compliment from the last living Wizard!" I replied. (If I want to make the cool guys like me in my story I CAN! BWAHAHA!)
I gently took my hand from his, as much as I wanted to flirt with him, it would be wrong, knowing what I know. Anyway, Steve had just walked in and he looked furious at this obvious pick-up. Don't ask me why, I don't like him that way anymore, and he never knew I did at all. Life is what it is.
Anyway, what was going on is now made irrelevant because just then me and Abby died.