Always Room For One More!!!
*This chapter contains lyrics for Eminem's song: Cleanin Out My Closet so if you don't like him... neither do I much but for some reason I love this song...*
BW~ Thank you people for da candy canes and da reviews and da... um... what's it called? Nutella? No idea what that is... but thanks! I'm really inspired to keep writing! Thanks to trio and Yami's Angel and Sparky16 and Naya... *peace sign* keep em coming!
Yami~ *rubs head* my head hurts...
BW~ *GLARE*
Yami~ *lays down slowly* I'll just go back to sleep now... *snore*
BW~ *looks around quickly for Bakura, Seto, or Pegasus* anyone wanna do the disclaimer?
*dead silence*
BW~ um... please?
*Funny Bunny* Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Kaiba! Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Kaiba!
BW~ YOU'RE NOT IN MY STORY!!!
Funny Bunny~ *English accent much like Ryou's* Well, then. I'll just go somewhere else! *leaves in a fit*
BW~ O_o???
Yami~ *snore* O_o???
Yugi~ O_o???
Yami Yugi~ O_o???
BW~ O_O YAMIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
Yami Li~ I urge you... TO RUN FOR YOUR LIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!!!!!!!!
Yami Yugi~ AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *runs from the room*
BW~ *chases after Yami* WAIT! COME BACK!!!
Yami Li~ -_-' baka... anyways, I guess... wait, Tristan?
Tristan~ *pokes head in the door* Yeah?
Yami~ You haven't done the disclaimer yet, have you?
Tristan~ Nope! Want me to?
Yami~ Sure! *can still hear Yami's screams and Li's 'YAMMMMMIIII!!!!!!!!!!!'s in the backround* -_-'
Tristan~ Mistress Winter does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! the cast, me, and yadda yadda yadda... but Li, her Yami, her ARMBAND *glares at still unconscious Bakura* Taylor, her mom and dad, the teacher... yadda yadda yadda, are HERS. Sue her and you get a beatin' from us all!!! SO BEWARE! That good enough?
Yami~ Perfect! ^_^
Yami Yugi~ *walks in and sits down* hi... *big lipstick mark on right cheek*
Yami Li~ Uh... Yami?
Yami Yugi~ *blushes badly* JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!
Yami Li~ Yipe!
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to Yami\
~*~Flashback~*~
***dream***
'basic thought'
()()()(passing time)()()()()
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My POV *yet again...*
*Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes.
Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha f**kin' kid that's behind....*
Time had passed slowly. It was Sunday, and I had spent the afternoon working out while Grandpa and Yugi went to church (Yami believed in many gods; I believed in God but decided to stay home that day). I had Yugi's stereo on, tuned in to 99.7 DJX, and was listening to "Cleanin Out My Closet" by Eminem, beating the punching bag to the beat. Yami just sat on the stairs, watching me and listening to the music with interest.
*...all this commotion.
Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.'
Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin 'nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.'...*
"You sure this is music?" He asked curiously, staring at the stereo (Thank God not me; I wouldn't have stopped blushing).
*...Keep kickin' @$$ in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.
See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out...*
"Yeah," I said, panting. I was beginning to sweat after three hours of punching to the different music beats. "I like this song. Not much rap, but mainly just this song."
*...Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now.
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.
I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet...*
"Hm. Could it have anything to do with your home life?" He asked again, trying to catch my eyes with his but I wouldn't let him.
*...I said I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it.
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it...*
"I dunno. I just like... the song," I said inbetween punches.
*...I'ma expose it.
I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months.
My f@gg*t father must have had his panties up in a bunch...*
"Hm." Said Yami. He gave up on trying to catch my eyes, so he walked up to me and grabbed both of my shoulders. "Li, why didn't you tell us before?"
*...cuz he split.
I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.
No, I don't on second thought, I just f**kin' wished he would die.
I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side.
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try...*
I lowered my hands from the punching bag and looked at the ground. I couldn't look into his eyes. I couldn't. I had hurt my friends; by not trusting them, I had hurt them, and I couldn't stand it.
*...to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake.
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human.
But I'm man enough to face them today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb,
but the smartest sh!t I did was take them bullets out of that gun...*
Yami held my chin and made me look at him. Right into his eyes. "Why?" He was so serious and concerned. "Why didn't you tell us so we could help you?"
*...Cuz id'a killed 'em, sh!t I would have shot Kim an' him both.
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.
I'm sorry Mama, I never meant to hurt you...
I never meant to make you cry but tonight, I'm
cleanin; out my closet...*
"I'm... I'm sorry. I just couldn't. I can't take it when people worry about me..." I shifted my gaze to the wall. I couldn't look in his eyes. No way.
*...I said I'm sorry Mama, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry but
tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet.
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position...*
Yami moved just a bit so I couldn't avoid his eyes anymore. "That's what friends are supposed to do. Help each other. Tell us next time, ok?" He smiled a bit, making me juuuuuuuuuust a little weak in the knees.
*...Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin'.
Going through public housing systems,
victim of Munchausen's syndrome...*
"I promise!" I gave him a weak little smile and he was satisfied. He went over and laid down on my bed, and I began punching the bag again.
*...My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach,
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?...*
I think it wasn't much later when Yami fell asleep; it takes away a lot of a Yami's energy to create a false form. I turned down the radio a bit so it wouldn't disturb him, and kept working out.
*...But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely.
An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney.
And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful.
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!...*
"You must really dislike your parents," Yami said. I guess he wasn't asleep after all. "Considering the tone you use when you talk about them..."
*...See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong.
B!*ch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom.
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get.
You selfish b!*ch, I hope you f**kin' burn in hell for this sh!t...*
"Well... yeah. I guess I do." The next beat to the song, I began punching the bag VERY hard now, as if I were picturing my Dad's face on it. Yami sensed what I was doing and chuckled. Even his chuckle made me blush a bit.
*...Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be. I'm sorry Mama,
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight, I'm cleanin out my closet.
I said I'm sorry Mama.*
Yami sighed, and this time he went off to sleep. His breathing slowed, and his eyes closed. Watching him sleep made me even more tired. I finally walked over to the couch we had pulled down from the attic, fell on top of it, and immediately dozed off.
*I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight,
I'm cleanin' out my closet...*
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*two hours later*
Yami and I woke up to Grandpa yelling cheerfully, "We're HOME!" WE both ran upstairs to meet him and Yugi.
"Well, how'd it go?" I asked cheerfully. The nap really had helped my attitude. Yami was cheerful, too, despite our "talk".
"Grandpa fell asleep again," Yugi joked, nudging Grandpa (he'd been treating me like a grand-daughter so I kind of adopted him as my own) in the ribs.
"Heheh, very funny, Yugi," He replied, acting as if he knew nothing of what Yugi was talking about. "Oh, yes, Li?"
"Hm?" I said, looking curious. From his tone, it sounded like he had a surprise for me.
"We met the most curious young boy today at church," He said. "Said he knew you, and had known you for a long time."
"Well, who is he?" I said, I had no clue who he could be talking about.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? He said something about meeting you in the park at about 5:00." Grandpa winked at me. Naughty, naughty thoughts, Grandpa.
"Uh..." I wasn't so sure if I should go.
"Go. Talk to him, you might remember him!" Grandpa said cheerfully. I finally agreed to go see him. I had about an hour and a half, so I decided to take a shower. I was kinda sweaty for working out for three hours. C'mon, what girl would meet a potentially hot guy that you might have a chance with when they're all sweaty?
For the next hour after my shower (hey that rhymes! Im a poet and don't know it! ^_^) I was getting constant prods and pokes from all three of them, joking on and on about my 'boyfriend' (I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY... yet). After what seemed like a millenia and a bajillion prods and pokes, it was time to leave. Grandpa gave me a cell phone to borrow if I met my Mom or Dad in the park by accident.
"And try to be home by 7:00; That's when dinner will be ready... if we're having any dinner guests, let me know (big wink here)!" Grandpa hinted.
"GRANDPA!!!" I blushed a bit. It's kinda weird to have your best friends Grandpa tease you about your social life. He just laughed heartily and walked into the kitchen.
I said goodbye to Yugi and Yami (who, *it might have been my imagination* seemed a little reluctant to let me go; he kept insisting he should go with me) and left the Game Shop. It was really the first time since Friday afternoon I had seen the sunshine. It was very bright and happy outside, and it felt pretty good. Not too cold, not too hot, just right. My hair was up in a pony tail like always, low on my neck, and the wind blew a few strands into my face as I made my way to the park. 'Is it just me, or is it... just really... HAPPY out here today?' I thought to myself.
/Well, it might be the fact that you're living with your crush, you're away from your abusive family and you've got a new life./ Yami said in my head (ok... that was a little bit Dr. Seuss...'said' and 'head'...) *I'm rhyming too much; must be the mood I'm in*
I blushed a bit without showing real expression on my face (that whole trance thing, remember?). To a stranger, I was a teenager passing them by on a street, staring at the sky. To me (and Yami) I was a kid in a trance talking to a voice in my head. (Now THAT doesn't sound crazy.)
\I DON'T LIKE YUGI LIKE THAT!\ I got veeeeeerrrrryyyyy defensive. I hate being accused of liking someone. I gotta shorten my list of hates...
/It's YAMI you like. Don't lie, you know you do!/ *WINK WINK*
\YAMI!!!! I DON'T LIKE THEM LIKE THATTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!\
/Suuuuuuuureeeeee ya don't. Um, hey, there's the Park Square, wait there. Maybe he'll show up./
I sat down on the bench in front of the huge fountain. This fountain was pretty cool. It was a statue of 8 dolphins jumping up out of the water with little fountains coming from their mouths. 'Very peaceful and detailed,' I thought, looking up at it.
"Li?!" I heard a voice from behind me. "Is that really you?!"
I turned around and stood up. I had to look UP to look at his eyes. Those deep, black eyes.
"Taylor..." I whispered.
He gave me the biggest grin I've seen since sixth grade.
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BW~ Long, huh?
Yami Yugi~ -_- *blush*
Yami Li~ BOUT TIME I TALKED
BW~ Yeah... I figured that.
BW~ I'm going to just go ahead and let Pegasus do the ending *don't ask* 'Cause I think the computer might not upload it; it might be too long.
Pegasus~ *reads off script* Next Chapter: What happens when flames spark again between Taylor and Li *or maybe it's not a mutual feeling*? Will Li have to choose which guy she likes better? Will I ever leave people alone and take my.... GAY WAYS ELSEWHERE?! I DEMAND TO SEE THE WRITER!!!
BW~ *smacks Peggy over the head with a hammer and kicks him out* Please review, people! And any flames will be used to BURN PEGASUS!!!! *very unusual evil laugh* MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
*This chapter contains lyrics for Eminem's song: Cleanin Out My Closet so if you don't like him... neither do I much but for some reason I love this song...*
BW~ Thank you people for da candy canes and da reviews and da... um... what's it called? Nutella? No idea what that is... but thanks! I'm really inspired to keep writing! Thanks to trio and Yami's Angel and Sparky16 and Naya... *peace sign* keep em coming!
Yami~ *rubs head* my head hurts...
BW~ *GLARE*
Yami~ *lays down slowly* I'll just go back to sleep now... *snore*
BW~ *looks around quickly for Bakura, Seto, or Pegasus* anyone wanna do the disclaimer?
*dead silence*
BW~ um... please?
*Funny Bunny* Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Kaiba! Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Kaiba!
BW~ YOU'RE NOT IN MY STORY!!!
Funny Bunny~ *English accent much like Ryou's* Well, then. I'll just go somewhere else! *leaves in a fit*
BW~ O_o???
Yami~ *snore* O_o???
Yugi~ O_o???
Yami Yugi~ O_o???
BW~ O_O YAMIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
Yami Li~ I urge you... TO RUN FOR YOUR LIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!!!!!!!!!
Yami Yugi~ AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *runs from the room*
BW~ *chases after Yami* WAIT! COME BACK!!!
Yami Li~ -_-' baka... anyways, I guess... wait, Tristan?
Tristan~ *pokes head in the door* Yeah?
Yami~ You haven't done the disclaimer yet, have you?
Tristan~ Nope! Want me to?
Yami~ Sure! *can still hear Yami's screams and Li's 'YAMMMMMIIII!!!!!!!!!!!'s in the backround* -_-'
Tristan~ Mistress Winter does not own Yu-Gi-Oh! the cast, me, and yadda yadda yadda... but Li, her Yami, her ARMBAND *glares at still unconscious Bakura* Taylor, her mom and dad, the teacher... yadda yadda yadda, are HERS. Sue her and you get a beatin' from us all!!! SO BEWARE! That good enough?
Yami~ Perfect! ^_^
Yami Yugi~ *walks in and sits down* hi... *big lipstick mark on right cheek*
Yami Li~ Uh... Yami?
Yami Yugi~ *blushes badly* JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!
Yami Li~ Yipe!
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to Yami\
~*~Flashback~*~
***dream***
'basic thought'
()()()(passing time)()()()()
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My POV *yet again...*
*Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes.
Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha f**kin' kid that's behind....*
Time had passed slowly. It was Sunday, and I had spent the afternoon working out while Grandpa and Yugi went to church (Yami believed in many gods; I believed in God but decided to stay home that day). I had Yugi's stereo on, tuned in to 99.7 DJX, and was listening to "Cleanin Out My Closet" by Eminem, beating the punching bag to the beat. Yami just sat on the stairs, watching me and listening to the music with interest.
*...all this commotion.
Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.'
Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin 'nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.'...*
"You sure this is music?" He asked curiously, staring at the stereo (Thank God not me; I wouldn't have stopped blushing).
*...Keep kickin' @$$ in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth.
See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out...*
"Yeah," I said, panting. I was beginning to sweat after three hours of punching to the different music beats. "I like this song. Not much rap, but mainly just this song."
*...Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now.
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.
I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet...*
"Hm. Could it have anything to do with your home life?" He asked again, trying to catch my eyes with his but I wouldn't let him.
*...I said I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it.
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it...*
"I dunno. I just like... the song," I said inbetween punches.
*...I'ma expose it.
I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months.
My f@gg*t father must have had his panties up in a bunch...*
"Hm." Said Yami. He gave up on trying to catch my eyes, so he walked up to me and grabbed both of my shoulders. "Li, why didn't you tell us before?"
*...cuz he split.
I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.
No, I don't on second thought, I just f**kin' wished he would die.
I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side.
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try...*
I lowered my hands from the punching bag and looked at the ground. I couldn't look into his eyes. I couldn't. I had hurt my friends; by not trusting them, I had hurt them, and I couldn't stand it.
*...to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake.
I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human.
But I'm man enough to face them today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb,
but the smartest sh!t I did was take them bullets out of that gun...*
Yami held my chin and made me look at him. Right into his eyes. "Why?" He was so serious and concerned. "Why didn't you tell us so we could help you?"
*...Cuz id'a killed 'em, sh!t I would have shot Kim an' him both.
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.
I'm sorry Mama, I never meant to hurt you...
I never meant to make you cry but tonight, I'm
cleanin; out my closet...*
"I'm... I'm sorry. I just couldn't. I can't take it when people worry about me..." I shifted my gaze to the wall. I couldn't look in his eyes. No way.
*...I said I'm sorry Mama, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry but
tonight, I'm cleanin' out my closet.
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin'
But put yourself in my position...*
Yami moved just a bit so I couldn't avoid his eyes anymore. "That's what friends are supposed to do. Help each other. Tell us next time, ok?" He smiled a bit, making me juuuuuuuuuust a little weak in the knees.
*...Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin'.
Going through public housing systems,
victim of Munchausen's syndrome...*
"I promise!" I gave him a weak little smile and he was satisfied. He went over and laid down on my bed, and I began punching the bag again.
*...My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach,
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma?...*
I think it wasn't much later when Yami fell asleep; it takes away a lot of a Yami's energy to create a false form. I turned down the radio a bit so it wouldn't disturb him, and kept working out.
*...But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely.
An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney.
And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful.
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral!...*
"You must really dislike your parents," Yami said. I guess he wasn't asleep after all. "Considering the tone you use when you talk about them..."
*...See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong.
B!*ch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom.
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get.
You selfish b!*ch, I hope you f**kin' burn in hell for this sh!t...*
"Well... yeah. I guess I do." The next beat to the song, I began punching the bag VERY hard now, as if I were picturing my Dad's face on it. Yami sensed what I was doing and chuckled. Even his chuckle made me blush a bit.
*...Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be. I'm sorry Mama,
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight, I'm cleanin out my closet.
I said I'm sorry Mama.*
Yami sighed, and this time he went off to sleep. His breathing slowed, and his eyes closed. Watching him sleep made me even more tired. I finally walked over to the couch we had pulled down from the attic, fell on top of it, and immediately dozed off.
*I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight,
I'm cleanin' out my closet...*
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*two hours later*
Yami and I woke up to Grandpa yelling cheerfully, "We're HOME!" WE both ran upstairs to meet him and Yugi.
"Well, how'd it go?" I asked cheerfully. The nap really had helped my attitude. Yami was cheerful, too, despite our "talk".
"Grandpa fell asleep again," Yugi joked, nudging Grandpa (he'd been treating me like a grand-daughter so I kind of adopted him as my own) in the ribs.
"Heheh, very funny, Yugi," He replied, acting as if he knew nothing of what Yugi was talking about. "Oh, yes, Li?"
"Hm?" I said, looking curious. From his tone, it sounded like he had a surprise for me.
"We met the most curious young boy today at church," He said. "Said he knew you, and had known you for a long time."
"Well, who is he?" I said, I had no clue who he could be talking about.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? He said something about meeting you in the park at about 5:00." Grandpa winked at me. Naughty, naughty thoughts, Grandpa.
"Uh..." I wasn't so sure if I should go.
"Go. Talk to him, you might remember him!" Grandpa said cheerfully. I finally agreed to go see him. I had about an hour and a half, so I decided to take a shower. I was kinda sweaty for working out for three hours. C'mon, what girl would meet a potentially hot guy that you might have a chance with when they're all sweaty?
For the next hour after my shower (hey that rhymes! Im a poet and don't know it! ^_^) I was getting constant prods and pokes from all three of them, joking on and on about my 'boyfriend' (I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY... yet). After what seemed like a millenia and a bajillion prods and pokes, it was time to leave. Grandpa gave me a cell phone to borrow if I met my Mom or Dad in the park by accident.
"And try to be home by 7:00; That's when dinner will be ready... if we're having any dinner guests, let me know (big wink here)!" Grandpa hinted.
"GRANDPA!!!" I blushed a bit. It's kinda weird to have your best friends Grandpa tease you about your social life. He just laughed heartily and walked into the kitchen.
I said goodbye to Yugi and Yami (who, *it might have been my imagination* seemed a little reluctant to let me go; he kept insisting he should go with me) and left the Game Shop. It was really the first time since Friday afternoon I had seen the sunshine. It was very bright and happy outside, and it felt pretty good. Not too cold, not too hot, just right. My hair was up in a pony tail like always, low on my neck, and the wind blew a few strands into my face as I made my way to the park. 'Is it just me, or is it... just really... HAPPY out here today?' I thought to myself.
/Well, it might be the fact that you're living with your crush, you're away from your abusive family and you've got a new life./ Yami said in my head (ok... that was a little bit Dr. Seuss...'said' and 'head'...) *I'm rhyming too much; must be the mood I'm in*
I blushed a bit without showing real expression on my face (that whole trance thing, remember?). To a stranger, I was a teenager passing them by on a street, staring at the sky. To me (and Yami) I was a kid in a trance talking to a voice in my head. (Now THAT doesn't sound crazy.)
\I DON'T LIKE YUGI LIKE THAT!\ I got veeeeeerrrrryyyyy defensive. I hate being accused of liking someone. I gotta shorten my list of hates...
/It's YAMI you like. Don't lie, you know you do!/ *WINK WINK*
\YAMI!!!! I DON'T LIKE THEM LIKE THATTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!\
/Suuuuuuuureeeeee ya don't. Um, hey, there's the Park Square, wait there. Maybe he'll show up./
I sat down on the bench in front of the huge fountain. This fountain was pretty cool. It was a statue of 8 dolphins jumping up out of the water with little fountains coming from their mouths. 'Very peaceful and detailed,' I thought, looking up at it.
"Li?!" I heard a voice from behind me. "Is that really you?!"
I turned around and stood up. I had to look UP to look at his eyes. Those deep, black eyes.
"Taylor..." I whispered.
He gave me the biggest grin I've seen since sixth grade.
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BW~ Long, huh?
Yami Yugi~ -_- *blush*
Yami Li~ BOUT TIME I TALKED
BW~ Yeah... I figured that.
BW~ I'm going to just go ahead and let Pegasus do the ending *don't ask* 'Cause I think the computer might not upload it; it might be too long.
Pegasus~ *reads off script* Next Chapter: What happens when flames spark again between Taylor and Li *or maybe it's not a mutual feeling*? Will Li have to choose which guy she likes better? Will I ever leave people alone and take my.... GAY WAYS ELSEWHERE?! I DEMAND TO SEE THE WRITER!!!
BW~ *smacks Peggy over the head with a hammer and kicks him out* Please review, people! And any flames will be used to BURN PEGASUS!!!! *very unusual evil laugh* MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!