A/N: Ok, I just have to know why either no one is reviewing? Or, is there
only two ppl reading? Cuz I have no idea. My friend Jaclyn is hooked on
this one, lol. She couldn't wait til I posted this chapter. Anywayz, it
gets really confusing in this chapter. But in chapter 4 it'll make more
sense . . . that is if I can make sense out of it. Ok, well plz REVIEW
REVIEW REVIEW! By the way, every 2 chapters I'm switching the point of
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Vaughn and so on. K, enjoy!
Vaughn's POV
Chapter 3 Folken Fanel
It was the next day, maybe about noon. We had finally reached Fannellia. It was really quiet and peaceful there. There were a few ghosts here and there. But we just pretended we didn't see them. The band and I didn't need that at the moment. I wanted to see this other Van. Especially because not only was he our age, he was a king! I mean, someone who ruled a whole bunch of other people! That was huge! We didn't even have a record deal, yet we were already meeting royalty. I just hoped that Lana wouldn't fall for the guy. That's the last thing we need. For Lana to fall head over heals with some guy she just met. I'm already worried about that fake Allen dude.
"We're here!" shouted Keith.
As I stopped daydreaming about this Lana and Van conspiracy, I looked up at this gigantic castle. It was huge! However, it looked as though it was still being built. A young man, possibly my age greeted us. He had black hair as well, and it looked as though it hadn't been brushed either. I think I might like this guy.
"Allen, what brings you here?" He asked.
"Well, I figured you should meet these people. They come from the Mystic Moon. They might be able to help you with you're problem. About Hitomi."
The guy looked at us, though I could tell he was upset. Something was up with this guy. He looked as though he lost everything. Well, it did sort of look like he lost quite a bit by the looks of his castle. It wasn't made of stone, though it should have been. They were building it by wood. Not the best idea. If it was built by stone, it would be harder to destroy. Though, I wasn't going to mention that to him.
"So, you think you can help me?" he asked.
"Help you?" Keith repeated.
"I've lost connection with a girl, on the Mystic Moon. Her name is Hitomi. Do you know here?"
"It's a very, very large place there. Umm . . . I've never even heard of the name Hitomi before. I bet she's from Japan."
"Where are you from?"
"Canada."
"Where's that?"
"It's close to Japan. It's over seas, they're not connected or anything. It would take a plane to get us there," I explained.
"I see . . .?" he wasn't too sure on what I was talking about.
"It's hard to explain," I told him.
"I understand. Hitomi tried to explain that to me before. It's very confusing."
"Well, we've been studying geography for years," said Lana.
"So, it takes great talent to understand this geography of the Mystic Moon?" Allen asked us.
"No, dude you just need to be smart," Jam told him.
"Oh."
Allen seemed like a queer to me. Long blonde hair, very womanly . . . I mean who wouldn't think the same? Plus his clothing was way . . . well, different to keep it on a low. But in the words of Areosmith "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
"You're welcome to join me for lunch. By the way, my name is Van."
"Cool. My name is Lana, this is Jam, Keith, Alex and . . . and Vaughn. So, I guess you two have the same name?" introduced Lana.
"Very odd, but nice to meet you all."
Lana smiled, one of those "hey, you're kind of nice" smiles. Great, she had a crush on the king. Just what I needed.
We followed Van into the castle. The inside was completely finished; however, the outside (by the looks of it) still needed some work. The weird thing was, Van kept on looking at me funny. Was it because of my clothes? The fact that I was carrying a baby? I mean, why do people always look at me like I'm some sort of a monster?
Van opened one of the many doors, leading us in well, a room with a very large table covered in papers. But there was the most beautiful girl sitting there. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and she looked quite bored. Her dress was long, and pink. But she was quite a beautiful creature. My mouth had widened, as I dropped my guitar case. Good thing it wasn't a gig bag, but just a normal case.
"Hey, Vaughn . . . you're drooling," Keith awoke me from my daydreaming.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I am aren't I?"
I wiped my face and sat down next to Lana, infront of that beautiful creature.
"What are you doing here, Millerna?" Allen asked the girl.
"Visiting. Why are you here?" the sound of her voice was like music to my ears.
"Same reason."
"Who are all of these people?"
"Yeah, Lord Van who are all of these people?" a young cat-like girl spoke up.
Now, this girl . . . she was a cat, but she was in human form, she had a tail for crying outloud! But, once she saw me . . . it's like I was a ball of catnip or something, she darted over to me and sat on my lap.
"Excuse me!" I shouted.
"Hey! I'm Merle!"
"Umm . . . hi, Merle . . ." I was now trying to push her off of me.
"Looks like Merle found a new toy," Millerna joked.
"He doesn't bite, Merle," laughed Lana.
"How old are you Merle?" Keith asked, hiding his laughter.
"Fifteen, how old are you?"
"Well, looks like there's only a two years difference, Vaughn!" now Jam could not contain his laughter.
This was quite embarrassing. But then I noticed another man. He had turqoise hair, spiked up and a purple tear tattoo, or so it looked like.
"Hey Lana, look over there," I whispered.
We both looked over, but then he saw us looking. He was a fricken ghost!
"Can you see me?" he then aproached Lana and I.
"Just ignore him," she whispered to me.
"Ignore who?" Merle asked me.
"No one!" I stood up quickly so Merle slid off onto the floor.
"You can take care of this one," Lana told me.
I walked out of the room, while the man followed me.
"Who are you? And how come you can see me?"
I started pacing through the hallway, running my hands through my hair, trying to calm down.
"Listen, how come you're here? What's you're unfinsihed business?"
"I have to speak to my brother . . . wait a second! You have the amulet!"
"Gee, Sherlock! How'd ya guess?" I was not in the mood for this.
"Let me see it please, this is quite a discovery."
I digged for the amulet, it was in my pocket, which was full of other stuff too. Once I found it, I held it up to him so he could see it.
"What's you're name?" we asked each other at the same time.
"Folken."
"Vaughn."
"Vaughn? What's you're last name, Vaughn?"
"Evans . . . what's yours?"
"Fanel."
"Then you must be the other Van's brother!"
"Yes, and you have a prophecy! But I can't tell you what it is, that's why I have to speak to my brother."
"Well how the hell do you plan on pulling that off? Sooner or later I'll find out!"
"Hush, boy!"
Folken, who by the way, was very large some how managed to push me against the wall. I had no idea how he could do that, let alone he covered my mouth with his hand.
"People can hear you, they might think you're crazy!" he removed his hand from my mouth.
"I have a feeling . . . I ALREADY AM CRAZY! I CAN SEE GHOSTS! DOES THAT SOUND NORMAL TO YOU?" he then put his hand on my mouth again.
I was quite frightened. I've never met a ghost who could actually do things to people. That means, that the ghosts on Geae are capable of murder, or something of the sort. I had to tell Lana and the others. I tried to break free and scream, but I couldn't. His grip was way too tight for me to even move.
"Stop struggling!" he warned, slowly taking his hand off of my mouth once again.
"You're not going to kill me are you?" I asked him.
He didn't say anything, but only moved me into a room, empty might I add. It looked like one of the many guestrooms. Plus, there was absolutely no furniture in it what so ever. He threw me on the floor then shut the door.
"How can you touch things? Or move them, atleast!" I was now panicking.
"I don't know. I guess it's because I have the privialige of being able to haunt things."
"You're a haunting ghost?"
"Yes."
"You're not going to kill me, are you? That's not my prophecy is it?"
"No, I wouldn't hurt you."
"You just did!"
"How is that?"
"You threw me on the floor!"
"You must be weak then."
"I am not weak!"
"Well if it hurts when you land on the floor, you're obviously weak. You wouldn't last a day with Dilandau."
"Who?"
"Never mind. Listen, you have to help me to speak with my brother."
"Why don't you just write him a letter?"
"I have to speak to him in person. And I can't have you in my way. Tonight is the only night when the dead can contact the living. Meaning that, you don't have your powers for tonight."
"Then you can contact him yourself, you don't need me you freak!"
"I'm not the one who is gothic!"
"I'm not the one wearing leather in the heat!"
"Oh shut up! I'll ask you one more time . . . will you help me?"
I had to think for a second. Why did he need my help? I couldn't see ghosts tonight, so . . . I just didn't understand it. And if he could get to his brother being seen, they could talk without me.
"This makes no sense!"
"Ok, tell my brother to be in this room at midnight. But, I should tell you there is a slight problem with tonight. You may not be able to see ghosts, but you can hear them. My brother will be able to see me, he just won't be able to hear me."
"But you're going to tell him something that I'm not supposed to hear."
"Vaughn, you'll find out what happens later, ok . . . stop asking me all of this questions."
"Well, maybe I'd like to know if I'm going to end up dead! I have a little girl in there, my daughter, I-" He then cut me off.
"You have a child?"
"Yes and-"
"No one said anything about you having a child! Is she yours by blood?"
"Yes."
"Who's the mother, is it Lana?"
"NO WAY! It's another girl, she's dead now."
"Let me guess, she died giving birth?"
"Uh huh."
I then stood up, and rubbed my back, it was really sore considering I landed on it. Folken seemed a little unstable. So I made a break for the door, but he grabbed my arm.
"Tell him, please?" he asked me.
"Fine, I will but he'll think I'm trying to kill him or something. You know the old "meet be in the parking lot after school" type of thing where the kid gets beaten up."
"My brother is smart. Give him this."
He handed me a letter. I looked at it, and on the front it said "To My Brother" so I figured it was for Van. I slowly opened the door and walked out, leaving Folken in there. Well . . . that was quite an experience. Now I knew these ghosts could actually kill or hurt the living. This was not good.
I made my way back into the room where everyone was having lunch. Well, they were all laughing and joking around about god knows what. I sat back down next to Lana.
"We have a serious problem," I whispered.
"What is it?"
"The ghosts . . . they can touch us, like literally touch us! I mean, they could kill someone!" I practically shouted so everyone could hear.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes!"
Lana didn't know what to do. She sat there, thinking for some time. Meanwhile, all I could think about was Millerna. My thoughts had been completely carried away by this beauty. She was marvelous. And she kept on looking at me, like maybe . . . there might be a slight possibility she might like me.
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It was later that day, shortly after dinner. The four of us, and my baby were out in the gardens behind the castle. We were sitting in a small circle, trying to figure out what to do.
"Did you give Van the letter?"
"Yeah."
"Well, this is a little weird. I mean, he has to tell him something that you're not supposed to know, yet . . .this is way too confusing!" Jam fell over onto the grass and just stared at the sky.
"Well, I have to go . . . Allen asked to see me. Later," said Lana.
She stood up and walked away.
"Well I'm beat, you comin' Keith?" Jam asked.
"Yeah. See you later. Good luck with that ghost."
With that, both of them headed back to the castle. I just sat there, holding my daughter. I have to admit she was beautiful. I wouldn't trade her for the world.
"Vaughn, is it?"
I looked up to see Millerna. My mouth widened in surprise. I had no idea what to say, so I just nodded my head, answering "yes".
"You have a beautiful baby. May I hold her?"
Millerna then sat down infront of me. I handed her "my little bundle of joy" and she held her as if she was a mother. I was quite surprised, because usually my daughter cries whenever a stranger holds her, but she acted as though she had known this girl forever.
"She seems to like you," I chocked out.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm not very familiar with babies. My father tries to keep them away from me so that I won't want one. By the way, my name is Princess Millerna. But you can call me Millerna. I don't like all of that princess stuff."
"Y-you're a princess?"
"Yeah. I hate it."
"You remind me of Lana then. She's kind of like a princess back home, but she hates every minute of it."
"What country does she rule?"
"The popular one . . . no I'm just joking. She's just popular; everybody loves her and wants to be her. But she hates every minute of it. She told me the other day she might quit cheerleading."
"Cheerleading? That sounds strange."
"It is."
Ok, so now I was getting a little comfortable, but still I was as nervous as hell. I had a pretty good feeling she could sense that.
"What's her name?"
"Umm . . . we haven't named her yet."
"Really?"
"She's two months old."
"And still no name?"
"Nope."
"Why don't you name her . . . well, how about . . . Shakira?"
"Shakira!?"
I was really surprised by that one. I mean, there was a singer back home named Shakira, but naming my daughter Shakira . . . I didn't think so. But then it sank in. Shakira wasn't really a bad name. I just wanted to know where she thought of this.
"You know what . . . that's not such a bad idea."
"So, you're gonna stop calling her baby girl? And now call her Shakira?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Great!"
"Well, I have to go. It's getting late, the sun is already setting . . . I'll see you around," I said, taking "Shakira" in my arms.
I was starting to walk off, when she called after me.
"Wait! Umm . . . I wouldn't mind getting to know you . . ." Millerna was playing with her hands now.
"I wouldn't mind either!" great, I sounded like a total dork.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the morning?"
"Sure."
Vaughn's POV
Chapter 3 Folken Fanel
It was the next day, maybe about noon. We had finally reached Fannellia. It was really quiet and peaceful there. There were a few ghosts here and there. But we just pretended we didn't see them. The band and I didn't need that at the moment. I wanted to see this other Van. Especially because not only was he our age, he was a king! I mean, someone who ruled a whole bunch of other people! That was huge! We didn't even have a record deal, yet we were already meeting royalty. I just hoped that Lana wouldn't fall for the guy. That's the last thing we need. For Lana to fall head over heals with some guy she just met. I'm already worried about that fake Allen dude.
"We're here!" shouted Keith.
As I stopped daydreaming about this Lana and Van conspiracy, I looked up at this gigantic castle. It was huge! However, it looked as though it was still being built. A young man, possibly my age greeted us. He had black hair as well, and it looked as though it hadn't been brushed either. I think I might like this guy.
"Allen, what brings you here?" He asked.
"Well, I figured you should meet these people. They come from the Mystic Moon. They might be able to help you with you're problem. About Hitomi."
The guy looked at us, though I could tell he was upset. Something was up with this guy. He looked as though he lost everything. Well, it did sort of look like he lost quite a bit by the looks of his castle. It wasn't made of stone, though it should have been. They were building it by wood. Not the best idea. If it was built by stone, it would be harder to destroy. Though, I wasn't going to mention that to him.
"So, you think you can help me?" he asked.
"Help you?" Keith repeated.
"I've lost connection with a girl, on the Mystic Moon. Her name is Hitomi. Do you know here?"
"It's a very, very large place there. Umm . . . I've never even heard of the name Hitomi before. I bet she's from Japan."
"Where are you from?"
"Canada."
"Where's that?"
"It's close to Japan. It's over seas, they're not connected or anything. It would take a plane to get us there," I explained.
"I see . . .?" he wasn't too sure on what I was talking about.
"It's hard to explain," I told him.
"I understand. Hitomi tried to explain that to me before. It's very confusing."
"Well, we've been studying geography for years," said Lana.
"So, it takes great talent to understand this geography of the Mystic Moon?" Allen asked us.
"No, dude you just need to be smart," Jam told him.
"Oh."
Allen seemed like a queer to me. Long blonde hair, very womanly . . . I mean who wouldn't think the same? Plus his clothing was way . . . well, different to keep it on a low. But in the words of Areosmith "Dude Looks Like a Lady"
"You're welcome to join me for lunch. By the way, my name is Van."
"Cool. My name is Lana, this is Jam, Keith, Alex and . . . and Vaughn. So, I guess you two have the same name?" introduced Lana.
"Very odd, but nice to meet you all."
Lana smiled, one of those "hey, you're kind of nice" smiles. Great, she had a crush on the king. Just what I needed.
We followed Van into the castle. The inside was completely finished; however, the outside (by the looks of it) still needed some work. The weird thing was, Van kept on looking at me funny. Was it because of my clothes? The fact that I was carrying a baby? I mean, why do people always look at me like I'm some sort of a monster?
Van opened one of the many doors, leading us in well, a room with a very large table covered in papers. But there was the most beautiful girl sitting there. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and she looked quite bored. Her dress was long, and pink. But she was quite a beautiful creature. My mouth had widened, as I dropped my guitar case. Good thing it wasn't a gig bag, but just a normal case.
"Hey, Vaughn . . . you're drooling," Keith awoke me from my daydreaming.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I am aren't I?"
I wiped my face and sat down next to Lana, infront of that beautiful creature.
"What are you doing here, Millerna?" Allen asked the girl.
"Visiting. Why are you here?" the sound of her voice was like music to my ears.
"Same reason."
"Who are all of these people?"
"Yeah, Lord Van who are all of these people?" a young cat-like girl spoke up.
Now, this girl . . . she was a cat, but she was in human form, she had a tail for crying outloud! But, once she saw me . . . it's like I was a ball of catnip or something, she darted over to me and sat on my lap.
"Excuse me!" I shouted.
"Hey! I'm Merle!"
"Umm . . . hi, Merle . . ." I was now trying to push her off of me.
"Looks like Merle found a new toy," Millerna joked.
"He doesn't bite, Merle," laughed Lana.
"How old are you Merle?" Keith asked, hiding his laughter.
"Fifteen, how old are you?"
"Well, looks like there's only a two years difference, Vaughn!" now Jam could not contain his laughter.
This was quite embarrassing. But then I noticed another man. He had turqoise hair, spiked up and a purple tear tattoo, or so it looked like.
"Hey Lana, look over there," I whispered.
We both looked over, but then he saw us looking. He was a fricken ghost!
"Can you see me?" he then aproached Lana and I.
"Just ignore him," she whispered to me.
"Ignore who?" Merle asked me.
"No one!" I stood up quickly so Merle slid off onto the floor.
"You can take care of this one," Lana told me.
I walked out of the room, while the man followed me.
"Who are you? And how come you can see me?"
I started pacing through the hallway, running my hands through my hair, trying to calm down.
"Listen, how come you're here? What's you're unfinsihed business?"
"I have to speak to my brother . . . wait a second! You have the amulet!"
"Gee, Sherlock! How'd ya guess?" I was not in the mood for this.
"Let me see it please, this is quite a discovery."
I digged for the amulet, it was in my pocket, which was full of other stuff too. Once I found it, I held it up to him so he could see it.
"What's you're name?" we asked each other at the same time.
"Folken."
"Vaughn."
"Vaughn? What's you're last name, Vaughn?"
"Evans . . . what's yours?"
"Fanel."
"Then you must be the other Van's brother!"
"Yes, and you have a prophecy! But I can't tell you what it is, that's why I have to speak to my brother."
"Well how the hell do you plan on pulling that off? Sooner or later I'll find out!"
"Hush, boy!"
Folken, who by the way, was very large some how managed to push me against the wall. I had no idea how he could do that, let alone he covered my mouth with his hand.
"People can hear you, they might think you're crazy!" he removed his hand from my mouth.
"I have a feeling . . . I ALREADY AM CRAZY! I CAN SEE GHOSTS! DOES THAT SOUND NORMAL TO YOU?" he then put his hand on my mouth again.
I was quite frightened. I've never met a ghost who could actually do things to people. That means, that the ghosts on Geae are capable of murder, or something of the sort. I had to tell Lana and the others. I tried to break free and scream, but I couldn't. His grip was way too tight for me to even move.
"Stop struggling!" he warned, slowly taking his hand off of my mouth once again.
"You're not going to kill me are you?" I asked him.
He didn't say anything, but only moved me into a room, empty might I add. It looked like one of the many guestrooms. Plus, there was absolutely no furniture in it what so ever. He threw me on the floor then shut the door.
"How can you touch things? Or move them, atleast!" I was now panicking.
"I don't know. I guess it's because I have the privialige of being able to haunt things."
"You're a haunting ghost?"
"Yes."
"You're not going to kill me, are you? That's not my prophecy is it?"
"No, I wouldn't hurt you."
"You just did!"
"How is that?"
"You threw me on the floor!"
"You must be weak then."
"I am not weak!"
"Well if it hurts when you land on the floor, you're obviously weak. You wouldn't last a day with Dilandau."
"Who?"
"Never mind. Listen, you have to help me to speak with my brother."
"Why don't you just write him a letter?"
"I have to speak to him in person. And I can't have you in my way. Tonight is the only night when the dead can contact the living. Meaning that, you don't have your powers for tonight."
"Then you can contact him yourself, you don't need me you freak!"
"I'm not the one who is gothic!"
"I'm not the one wearing leather in the heat!"
"Oh shut up! I'll ask you one more time . . . will you help me?"
I had to think for a second. Why did he need my help? I couldn't see ghosts tonight, so . . . I just didn't understand it. And if he could get to his brother being seen, they could talk without me.
"This makes no sense!"
"Ok, tell my brother to be in this room at midnight. But, I should tell you there is a slight problem with tonight. You may not be able to see ghosts, but you can hear them. My brother will be able to see me, he just won't be able to hear me."
"But you're going to tell him something that I'm not supposed to hear."
"Vaughn, you'll find out what happens later, ok . . . stop asking me all of this questions."
"Well, maybe I'd like to know if I'm going to end up dead! I have a little girl in there, my daughter, I-" He then cut me off.
"You have a child?"
"Yes and-"
"No one said anything about you having a child! Is she yours by blood?"
"Yes."
"Who's the mother, is it Lana?"
"NO WAY! It's another girl, she's dead now."
"Let me guess, she died giving birth?"
"Uh huh."
I then stood up, and rubbed my back, it was really sore considering I landed on it. Folken seemed a little unstable. So I made a break for the door, but he grabbed my arm.
"Tell him, please?" he asked me.
"Fine, I will but he'll think I'm trying to kill him or something. You know the old "meet be in the parking lot after school" type of thing where the kid gets beaten up."
"My brother is smart. Give him this."
He handed me a letter. I looked at it, and on the front it said "To My Brother" so I figured it was for Van. I slowly opened the door and walked out, leaving Folken in there. Well . . . that was quite an experience. Now I knew these ghosts could actually kill or hurt the living. This was not good.
I made my way back into the room where everyone was having lunch. Well, they were all laughing and joking around about god knows what. I sat back down next to Lana.
"We have a serious problem," I whispered.
"What is it?"
"The ghosts . . . they can touch us, like literally touch us! I mean, they could kill someone!" I practically shouted so everyone could hear.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes!"
Lana didn't know what to do. She sat there, thinking for some time. Meanwhile, all I could think about was Millerna. My thoughts had been completely carried away by this beauty. She was marvelous. And she kept on looking at me, like maybe . . . there might be a slight possibility she might like me.
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It was later that day, shortly after dinner. The four of us, and my baby were out in the gardens behind the castle. We were sitting in a small circle, trying to figure out what to do.
"Did you give Van the letter?"
"Yeah."
"Well, this is a little weird. I mean, he has to tell him something that you're not supposed to know, yet . . .this is way too confusing!" Jam fell over onto the grass and just stared at the sky.
"Well, I have to go . . . Allen asked to see me. Later," said Lana.
She stood up and walked away.
"Well I'm beat, you comin' Keith?" Jam asked.
"Yeah. See you later. Good luck with that ghost."
With that, both of them headed back to the castle. I just sat there, holding my daughter. I have to admit she was beautiful. I wouldn't trade her for the world.
"Vaughn, is it?"
I looked up to see Millerna. My mouth widened in surprise. I had no idea what to say, so I just nodded my head, answering "yes".
"You have a beautiful baby. May I hold her?"
Millerna then sat down infront of me. I handed her "my little bundle of joy" and she held her as if she was a mother. I was quite surprised, because usually my daughter cries whenever a stranger holds her, but she acted as though she had known this girl forever.
"She seems to like you," I chocked out.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm not very familiar with babies. My father tries to keep them away from me so that I won't want one. By the way, my name is Princess Millerna. But you can call me Millerna. I don't like all of that princess stuff."
"Y-you're a princess?"
"Yeah. I hate it."
"You remind me of Lana then. She's kind of like a princess back home, but she hates every minute of it."
"What country does she rule?"
"The popular one . . . no I'm just joking. She's just popular; everybody loves her and wants to be her. But she hates every minute of it. She told me the other day she might quit cheerleading."
"Cheerleading? That sounds strange."
"It is."
Ok, so now I was getting a little comfortable, but still I was as nervous as hell. I had a pretty good feeling she could sense that.
"What's her name?"
"Umm . . . we haven't named her yet."
"Really?"
"She's two months old."
"And still no name?"
"Nope."
"Why don't you name her . . . well, how about . . . Shakira?"
"Shakira!?"
I was really surprised by that one. I mean, there was a singer back home named Shakira, but naming my daughter Shakira . . . I didn't think so. But then it sank in. Shakira wasn't really a bad name. I just wanted to know where she thought of this.
"You know what . . . that's not such a bad idea."
"So, you're gonna stop calling her baby girl? And now call her Shakira?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Great!"
"Well, I have to go. It's getting late, the sun is already setting . . . I'll see you around," I said, taking "Shakira" in my arms.
I was starting to walk off, when she called after me.
"Wait! Umm . . . I wouldn't mind getting to know you . . ." Millerna was playing with her hands now.
"I wouldn't mind either!" great, I sounded like a total dork.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the morning?"
"Sure."