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Chapter Eight
Twisted Fate of Life
"Someone to have and hold…" Misty sang as she closed her locker. "With all my heart and soul…"
"Are you singing that song to a particular someone?" a guy's voice whispered behind her.
Misty jumped, startled. She thought she was alone. She was singing that particular song to no one. At least, no one yet. Earning her reputation, as 'one of the hardest girls to date' was easy as pie. (A/n: I don't know who thought about the saying, 'easy as pie'! I've seen my aunt bake a pie, and it certainly wasn't easy! But yummy…oh, okay. Let's get back to the story!). Upon not having her first boyfriend yet, she's also never had her first kiss. She always made it clear that her first kiss should be something special. It should be someone she truly liked. Or if fate gives Mr. Right early, someone she truly loved. Relationships should be special. She only has guy friends (Like Todd, for example) but no actual dates or anything. She wanted everything to be great. All relationships should be special. Not just a joke or a fashion accessory.
Todd Wendell grinned.
"Todd, you moron! You scared me half to death. Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" She said as she spun around, facing Todd.
"Well, just came by to tell you that since the dance is cancelled, Clair and I are going out for a burger or something. Okay?"
Misty sighed. "Oh. Right. Broken statue." She nodded. "All right, Todd."
Todd began to walk away, whistling to himself. Just when Misty thought she was safe from Todd's nosiness, Todd began walking back to her with a knowing look on his face.
"I almost forgot. Are you singing that song to a particular someone?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
Misty looked down on her feet. What is there to be guilty about? You're not singing that song to a particular guy! She cleared her throat and gave Todd a satisfactory smile. "No."
"Well, that song is a pretty deep one. And emotional too." Todd returned the satisfactory smile.
"Yeah, um…" Misty didn't want to discuss her facts of life with her crazy photographer friend, so she decided to change the topic. "Clair's waiting for you, Todd."
Todd just shook his head and bid her goodbye. Misty relaxed. She just smiled to herself and began singing again. "…I need to know," she sang, preparing her throat for the high note. "Before I fall…in love…!" She ended, the high-note coming out perfectly.
Someone clapped behind. Once again, Misty jumped. She whirled around and faced the person with an evil glare. "What is it today with you people? Are you trying to give me a heart-attack or something?" She said, putting her right hand on her chest. She took a deep breath.
"No, silly!" Melody said, smiling. "That's a nice song. Singing it to a particular someone you're not telling me?"
Misty frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Really, Melody. Have you forgotten our pact? Try not to keep secrets from each other. Well, so far, you know I'm clean."
"Yeah. But what if you're not?" Melody said and she gave Misty the same look Todd gave her.
"Hey, you know me. I'm not keeping anything for you."
"Really?"
Misty nodded. "Really. Besides, that song was for 'the' someone. My first kiss should be special. And every kiss I share with that person too. It should be someone I really, really like. And he really, really likes me too."
"I know, I know," Melody said, nodding. "Everything should be special."
"Right."
Melody grinned. When they turned the corner, Ash and Brock were there. Brock, who for the first time did not go after another girl because he was too awestruck of Suzie, just remained calm when Melody and Misty approached the two guys.
Misty, not willing to talk to Ash, looked down on her shoes while Melody did the talking.
"So. We have come to the agreement that the two of you should come clean." Melody looked at Ash.
"What about Misty?" Ash asked, unsure why he asked about her.
"Well, since she's there and she's got a share of that mistake too, she agreed to do some of your punishment," Melody said, nudging Misty to look and participate at the conversation.
Misty looked up and gave Ash an evil glare. "Well, it was your fault anyway, and I think you should do most of the work."
"Fine by me," Ash said, using the same tone Misty used.
"What do you think, Brock? Is this plan okay, or what? It's the cleanest plan on the block, I suppose. It's better than lying and stuff." Melody smiled at Brock, making him blush.
Brock looked at Ash and Misty who had their backs turned. "I guess so." He grinned at Melody. "It could help these two make up."
"Oh, really?" Misty put in, her voice as cold as the glaciers in Antarctica. "I did not know that it is possible to get along with that dense oaf."
Melody opened her mouth to say something, but Ash cut her off.
"Like getting along with you is as easy as pie," Ash said icily.
Brock held up a finger and looked at Melody. "Whoever said that must be a chef or someone like that. Baking pies are not easy, I have to say."
"Deal? Is that all right?" Melody asked the feuding duo.
"Fine."
"Fine!" Misty said in a more irritable tone. She looked at Melody. "Look, I have to go." He held up her right hand like it was a headset and wiggled it. "Call ya later, Mel." She wrinkled her nose at the sight of Ash sticking his tongue out and left.
Melody faced Brock and Ash after she waved goodbye to Misty. "Okay. Where's Tracey?"
"He found out there's a comic convention downtown so he went already. There will be publishers there. I think he was going to ask them if they could—!" Brock cut short, upon having a sudden brainwave. "That urchin! He was going to present the whacked-out comic of us!"
"What comic?" Melody said, puzzled.
Brock shook his head. "No time to explain. I have to go. See ya!"
"I have to go to," Ash said.
"Nice talking to you guys!" Melody yelled after Brock and Ash's retreating backs. "Comic convention? Tracey?" She grinned. "Hey, Brock! Wait up!"
~*~
"It's amazing here!" Melody breathtakingly. "And there's Archie, Betty and Veronica!" Melody said excitedly.
"Want to check it out?" Tracey asked. Brock just shrugged.
"Sure." Then she
remembered about the comic. "Brock was saying something about a comic. That's
why he rushed over here."
"He means my comic called The
Adventures of Underwear Boy and the Girl-Crazy Rock. I was just joking,
Brock. I'm not going to ask the publishers if they would be willing to publish
that. But I do have another comic."
"Really?" Melody
said excitedly. "Can I see it?"
Tracey's cheeks turned slightly pink
and shook his head. "No, I-I-I…uh…um…left it at home." He scratched his head
and produced a goofy expression on his face. "This convention will last for two
weeks anyway, so when it's finished, I'll…uh…show it to you then."
"That's nice." Melody winked.
(Meanwhile…)
"I can't believe you dragged me in to this, Cassidy," Bridget complained, her ankles aching from wearing her uncomfortable but stylish platforms.
"It's your fault for wearing those things anyway," Cassidy said. She looked at Bridget's platforms. "Why don't you wear your gym sneakers?" She punched Bridget's gym bag. "You still have your gym bag anyway."
Bridget wrinkled her nose. "Are you crazy? Sneakers totally clash my outfit."
"What are you talking about? Rubber shoes or sneakers are practically matched with every outfit. I mean, unless you're wearing a big gown or something like that." Janine threw her hair back and shook her bangs.
"Okay, fine." Suzie said, exasperated. She looked at Cassidy. "Are you sure this plan of yours is effective?"
Cassidy nodded.
Suzie just sighed, not expecting anything big from Cassidy's plan. She glanced at the girls who were her newfound friends. They totally opposed Melody and the others, and they have a lot of things in common. Besides, they entirely agree with her about the whole Tracey thing. Suzie smiled a little, knowing that her new friends will just be as good as her old ones back in England.
The automatic door opened, and they stepped inside the cool, air-conditioned building. People dressed in the characters of a certain comic were all over the place, signing autographs for little kids or giving away discounted editions of their comics.
"Right. We know Tracey is here, but the problem is, where is he?" Suzie asked, putting her hands on her hips. She faced Cassidy, who was having an amiable conversation with a guy selling comics. She tugged on her right wrist. "Cassidy!"
Cassidy sighed, and said, "All right, then. My friend needs me now…I'll talk to you later…"
Suzie, Bridget and Janine dragged her away.
Suzie groaned. "We're not here to flirt, you twit. We're here to execute your plan!" I just know this plan is just going to bomb. Suzie glanced around, apparently hoping Tracey would appear.
Cassidy faced her with an annoyed look. "Hey! That was not very nice."
"Cassidy!" Bridget said sternly.
"All right, all right. First, we have to find Tracey Sketchit," She said, looking at the salesman again. Bridget put her hand on Cassidy's cheek and shifted her head's direction towards them. Janine and Ethel dragged her away as far as possible from the salesman.
The foursome began searching the vast convention, bumping to many comic characters on their way. Bridget took the direction where Cassidy's interest was in order to focus on the 'oh-so-cool' (not really!) plan. Janine finally spotted Tracey, but she didn't notice that the girl beside him was really Melody.
"I found him," Janine panted. She was out of air, because the con was really big and there were lots of people roaming around and it was a little hard to find someone in the partially thick crowd.
"Most excellent," Cassidy said, arching her left brow and flashing her friends an evil grin.
Janine led them to the place where saw Tracey, but he wasn't there anymore. Clearly he and Melody moved on.
"Heck!" Janine snapped her fingers, and began saying that she was sure that she saw Tracey there.
(Back to Tracey, Melody and Brock…)
Melody looked over her shoulder.
"What?" Tracey asked.
"I thought someone was following us," she explained, completely puzzled. She felt that someone was following them.
Brock also looked over his shoulder. "That's strange. How can you tell someone's following you in this crowd?"
Melody just shook her head. "Oh, never mind." She smiled at Tracey. "So tell me, what's your favorite comic?"
Tracey looked at Melody's eyes, and for ten seconds he was lost in them. He blinked, and laughed. "What was that?"
"Are you okay, Tracey?" Brock felt his head. "Are you sick or something?"
"Oh, no. I just spaced out. Anyway, what was your question?" Tracey turned back to the confused female who was with them.
"What's your favorite comic?" Melody repeated, giving Tracey a strange look.
"Oh, I really like—" But someone interrupted him.
"Hi, Tracey!" It was Suzie.
Melody froze, and a deep frown began to form on her face. Brock and Tracey whirled around. Brock began drooling again, but Melody pushed him behind her, clearly wanting him to keep out of this. Once Suzie spots Melody, it was a sure argument.
Melody never thought that Suzie was this persistent. She kept following him at school, as if spying at him. She keeps seeing her behind him whenever they have the same classes together. She and Tracey never sit together because it seems that at least one or two of his friends are always in the same classes with him (she's all in his classes). But Suzie rarely disappears. And her friends, Janine, Bridget and Cassidy are always with her.
I know what this rat is up to, She thought.
It took Suzie a minute to realize that the girl standing next to Tracey was Melody. Actually, it took her by surprise.
"What are you doing here?!" they asked simultaneously.
~*~
"Yes, Mom. Yes!" Misty said for the hundredth time. She pushed the button to end the call and shut her cell phone off. Her brows furrowed in annoyance.
Her mother just came from the doctor and discovered she's two months pregnant. And knowing Misty would be home earlier than her college sisters, she called her to buy some strawberries, since she was craving some. While she's at it, she's also to pick up some dry-cleaned clothes and a stack of books about neurology and baby names at the library.
Misty clutched her binder to her chest as she entered the library. Mrs. Portia, the mean librarian, clearly remembered Misty from the butt-kicking incident over a week ago.
"Aren't you the girl I kicked out with that gum-popping boy?" Mrs. Portia said unenthusiastically, glaring at Misty with her two eagle-like eyes.
Misty stiffened and gave Mrs. Portia a strained smile. "Um, yes, Mrs. Portia." She looked at the seething librarian. "I apologize for that. The boy is just not…er…um, well behaved."
"Apology accepted," the librarian said dully. She sounded like she had to spit the words out with a massive effort. Then she banged her right fist on the counter. "Don't do it again!"
Misty nodded and scooted off to find the stack of books her mother wanted. Where's that section for neurological books? She thought, hunting around the shelves.
"Third shelf to your right," someone called after her. It was Mrs. Portia.
Misty, who found it odd that Mrs. Portia called out to her, just followed what she said. And Mrs. Portia was right! The section for the exact books Misty was looking for was on the third shelf to the right. She grabbed the specified hardbound books her mother asked her to get, and began finding the baby naming books her mother wanted. Misty staggered at the weight of the books, but so far, she managed it. She found the books, and stacked it in her pile. She had about four hardbound books in her hands and two baby naming books on top of the hardbound books.
Mrs. Portia checked the books out and Misty was off the grocery. Luckily, Vons was just two blocks away and she could take a cab home.
With her binder on the very top of the books, the wind began picking up its speed and blew her binder open, and her notes and other important pieces paper began fluttering in the middle of the pedestrian lane, but she wasn't supposed to cross yet. Misty looked at both ways and saw no car was coming, so she decided to pick the papers up and run back.
When she began walking down the lane, nervous that a car would pass, she quickly picked up her pace. She calmed down when she got her papers, but a speeding car appeared suddenly and was about to hit her when someone pushed her out of the way.
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Wacky Witch: I had a dull time constructing the last few paragraphs, and this is probably the dullest part of the whole chapter. The lyrics of the song Misty was singing was from Coco Lee, who sang "Before I Fall In Love". The characters Archie, Betty and Veronica are from the world-famous comics, "Archie Comics" (I read Archie comics!)
Reviewers:
Fire Fox: You thought I was speaking in mixed vocabulary? Like I actually meant "lame" as "good"? No way. Let me give you the exact meaning of what I mean was lame/stupid/dumb/dull/dry/boring etc.
Boring/Stupid/Dull/Lame/Dry etc. = to weary with tedious dullness (synonyms: uninteresting, tedious, dreary) (serious thanks to Merriam-Webster Dictionary)Which, you see, are all practically the same meaning. So whatever meaning I set above, that's what I meant of lame.
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Violet Emeralds: I guess that answers the question to, "am I speaking in antonyms?". And yes, speaking in 'acronyms' would be pretty hard. ^_^ Oh, yeah. How many times did I tell you that I really, really love your fic? Post the next chapter soon!!! Thanks so much for reading and waiting for the next chapters! (And, I'll anticipate for the sequel of Anything But Ordinary, so don't forget to e-mail me!)
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Hmm…I guess since you're controlling the whole story, it wouldn't be really weird if you do make a CCS/Sailor Moon Crossover and make Yukito(Japanese name)/Yue/Julian Star more manly and pair him up with a Sailor Scout. Anyway, I have the (English-version) Manga; I can scan the page where what made me partly believe he's gay. (Up until now I find it really weird…) Just say 'aye'.
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DeathAngelHell/Kat Lee: I visited your MSN group (that's all I have to say for now) and you did mention something about Team Rocket, right? Yep, you did. Anyway, I think I do have something planned for the TR, but that's not yet confirmed because I'm trying really hard not to make this fic lamer than it is, okay? Thanks so much for reading and reviewing and waiting for the next chapter!
And to everyone else, (including the people I mentioned above)
Thanks so much for waiting and reading and reviewing this fic. Please say you'll wait and read on until the end of this fic. THANKS!!! ^_^ (Even though my fic is totally D-U-L-L!)
- Wacky Witch's Self-esteem/self-confidence is most likely as low as the lowest everything can go in space. Or it disappeared in a black hole? – If you read my biography, you'll know that OVER MUSHY stories make me want to gag, but since I like AAML/AAMRN, I deal. – As for the errors, my grandma is running around packing her stuff for Chicago tomorrow, so I'm kind of distracted. But then again, even if I'm not distracted, the whole fic is super lame, super stupid anyway – And no, I'm not bent at the reviews. I love your reviews!!! ^_^ - I, personally admit, that this fic is dull! -