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Oh, and Terry! Yup! You can be in the Qui Gon House
READ!!!: I changed their ages to thirteen. It works better ^_^
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The trio walked towards the fourth spire.
"It says on the map that we're right between the Zam Wesell and Jango Fett houses, but we have to go through the IG 88/ Bossk/ Dengar (sp?)/ Greedo house to get there." Boba announced, leading them towards one of the elevators. (A/N: Those outside thingies looked so fun!)
"Hey, SSJ V!" SSJ V looked in the direction of the voice.
"Zammy Chan!" A blonde fourteen year old girl, about an inch short of Leca, wearing Zam Wesell clothing minus the cape, hat, and weapons ran over, followed by a brunette girl a little taller than SSJ V wearing a gray version of the Mandalore youth clothing.
"Hey SSJ V! This is your first year here right?" She asked.
"Uh, ya, I guess so. Isn't it yours?" SSJ V asked her friend, Zam Chan (NOT WESELL, CHAN!).
"Nope, this is my second year. Hey, Leca? Is that you?"
"Is there anyone here that you two don't know?" Boba asked, hiding his EXTREME exasperation.
"J Gal, at your service, but J for short." The brunette stuck out her hand.
"Vegesa: SSJ Jedi Knight. SSJ V for short."
"Leca Nera, or Lecks."
"Boba Fett."
"Alright! More Fett fans!" J pumped her fist. "I'm a Jango fan myself, but the Fett fans and the Zam fans stick together. We have our own guild, separate from the OTHER bounty hunters guild. That's the IG 88s, the Greedos, the Bossks, and the Dengers. But the Dengers are OK, I guess. C' Mon, we'll show you guys the ropes."
As they talked, a twenty three year old girl with midnight black hair, a couple of inches past waist level, with coal black eyes to match strode past. Wearing black pants, tan shirt, and a black vest the same shape as the Rebels wore, and tan boots 5 inches above ankle, she parted the mob of students like the red sea.
"Who's that?" Leca asked, as the girl walked up to Wes Janson and began making small talk.
"That's Chinow." J answered. "She's a legend around here. First girl ever to get a date with Wes. Speaking of legends, see that girl over there? The one with the feline ears? That's Cat. She's the only student to ever get an A in the 'History of the Rebellion'. That's the class that Vader teaches. Man, I'd hate to be the kid who wrote the story about him getting knocked out by a pine cone."
" *Gulp* Well, I didn't figure that he'd be teaching me history!" SSJ V explained.
Zam Chan winced. "Oh, you wrote that one? Every kid around here has heard of it! Unfortunately, so has Vader. Just act stupid. Act very, very, stupid."
"Anyhow," continued J, "there's a big fight between the rebel fans and the Imperial fans. It's ongoing. One of them is always pulling pranks on the other. That's where we come in." J smiled. " C' Mon, walk and talk my friends."
As they went up the elevator, J began to explain the 'Hunter's Intuition.' "It's a board that has bounties posted by the Rebs and the Imps. That's the short term for Rebels and Imperials. They post the price that they will pay if you sabotage the other side the way they want you to. We get more bounties from the Imps, because the Rebs have this whole moral issue thing going on. But there are certain bounties that we never take, on our hunter's honor." She and Z-Chan looked pointedly at the three of them. "We never take a bounty against another Fett or Wesell fan. Anyone who ignores this rule will mysteriously disappear without a trace. OH YA!" J pulled out three pieces of paper from her pocket. "This is the address of the meeting room, the password is: Jaba the Spinach Puff. Don't tell anyone! Our first meeting is tonight, nine sharp. We'll explain the rest there." She told them hastily, stepping out of the elevator.
"Did she just say, Jaba the Spinach Puff?" Leca asked as the doors opened and they walked out to their own level, following the hallway signs to their apartment.
"Er.... ya, I think she did. At least no one will guess it." SSJ V rationalized.
Boba raised an eyebrow, but decided against actually commenting, amusing himself by actually trying to visualize 'Jaba the Spinach Puff'.
They reached the apartment, after helping out a slightly disgruntled Dengar fan, and walked inside.
"....Whoa, this place looks scarily like...." Leca began.
"... Kamino?" Boba and SSJ V finished.
"Freaky." Leca answered. "I CALL RIGHT ROOM!" She screamed, and bolted through the far right door, locking it shut behind her.
"OOOOOOK." SSJ V walked over to the table. "Hey, B, there's a list of all the teachers and what they teach!" Boba Walked over to the table to read it. It said:
Vader: 'Historical Events of the Rebellion' Assistants: Luke. Sub- Assistant: Cat
Wes: 'Rouge/ Wraith squadron humor' (*Thanks Chinow!*): Assistants: Hobbes. Sub-Assistant: Chinow
Hobbes: 'Rouge/ Wraith squadron serious' Assistant: Wes
Luke: Light Side Force Using. Assistant: Leia. Sub-Assistant: Child_Of_The_Light
Yoda: Phys. Ed. Assistants: The Jedi Counsel. Sub-Assistant- Leca Nera
The Solos: Galactic Politics
Emperor Palpatine: Dark Side Force Using. Assistants: Vader, Dooku, Maul.
Mara Jade: Imperial Humor. No assistance.
Moff Tarken: Imperial Serious. No Assistance.
Obi Wan: Rebel Humor. No Assistance
Qui Gon Jin: Rebel Serious. No Assistant. Sub assistant: Terry.
"Oh, Boba?"
"Yes?"
"I think I just found the most awkward class on the list."
"What's it say?"
Boba Fett: Keeping Characters in character. No Assistance.
"I'm teaching me a class?"
"Uh....ya. Anyway."
Zam Wesell: Bounty Hunting Humor No Assistance. Sub Assistant: Zam Chan.
"Oh, wait, I spoke to soon on the category of, 'most awkward'." SSJ V informed him, re-reading the sentence.
"What?"
SSJ V pulled out a chair. "Sit." Boba looked at her suspiciously. "No, I did not rig the chair." He checked it over just to be sure, before sitting.
"Er, take a wild guess as to who is teaching us, 'Bounty hunting serious/ How to Bounty hunt.' Oh, wait, it just got worse." She read on. "Then guess who his assistants are. Ah, then guess who his sub assistants are."
Boba shot her an annoyed glance. "If I knew that, then I may be unpacking already."
"I'll give you a hint." SSJ V tossed him the paper. "Your dad, big You and Zam, you and me."
Boba looked at the paper, reading the sentence. Then re-reading it. Then re-reading it again.
SSJ V walked over to the chair, beaming. "It says it's our third class tomorrow. I'll wait for you inside, OK?"
"No, I'm going to find him now." Boba stated walking towards the door.
"LECKS? WE'RE GOIN' TO FIND JANGO FETT, BOBA WILL BE BACK IN A WHILE, I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL SURVIVE THAT LING!" SSJ V called, following him out the door.
"Mhm." Leca called, to interested in reading one of her books to care what her friend had said, even if it was that she thought she was going to die some time within the next hour.
SSJ V shut the door on her way out. "Why are you coming?" Boba asked her, unfolding the map and raising an eyebrow.
"A combination of things, really. You're cool, I don't have anything better to do, I have a compulsive need to see stories come to a happy ending, and to confuse us and get us lost. Besides, I'll go as soon as you find his room." SSJ V answered.
"You can come if I can shrug." Boba answered.
"....Deal." She agreed. They headed off in the direction of the elevator. While Boba pressed the button, SSJ V looked out... and then turned around. Quickly.
"You're not AFFRAID of highs are you?" Boba asked her, leaning against the glass.
"No, I've just never been this far up." She told him, peeking back down before joining him by the glass.
"Well, we're only going higher." He sneered, lightly elbowing the glass. SSJ V once again stepped closer to the doors. Boba shook his head, before walking through the now open doors.
SSJ V waited at the beginning of the hallway, while Boba walked up and knocked on the door, waited, knocked again, waited, frowned, and re-joined SSJ V.
Getting the picture, SSJ V followed him back to the elevator.
"Did you just press the button to the very top floor?" She asked, seeing that they were going IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!
"You are going to get over your fear of highs before you meet my dad. That would be embarrassing." He shrugged. "And where better to get rid of it then on the one thousandth floor."
The doors opened, and the pair walked out, to a fortunately windless day. What they did not realize was, they were not alone.
"Most people are to afraid to come up here, so I figure it's a good start." He explained, walking over to the edge and drumming his fingers on the rail, waiting for her join him.
SSJ V, on the other hand, had other ideas.
"Come on, V! Where's your sense of adventure?" He called.
"Do you see the ground?" SSJ V asked. He looked over his shoulder.
"No."
"It's down there!"
Boba sighed, before coming up with another idea.
"You know your favorite cartoon character, Vegeta?" He asked.
"Ya."
"Well HE could do this, and he SUCKS BARNACLES!"
"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF- GET BACK HERE!" She called, chasing him around the edge of the building. After about four more laps of the spire, as both seemed like they were about to fall OFF the top, Boba stopped.
"Look down."
"Wh- Oh." SSJ V leaned out over the railing. "Hey, it's not that bad up here." She looked around the top of the spire, and saw something that she hadn't noticed before. Three somethings.
"Boba, *cough* your dad's over there *cough *." She turned and inconspicuously looked over the rail again, pointing the direction with her foot, doing her best to look oblivious.
Sure enough, Jango Fett, Zam Wesell, and an older version of himself were all standing by a small tool shed for elevator maintenance. And they were all looking at him.
"Want me to go back to the apartment? Lecks is probably worried because she wasn't listening when I told here we were going." She asked, pretending not to notice their company.
"I'll be down in a while." He answered, turning to walk towards the shed, while SSJ V slipped into the elevator.
Boba made his way towards the small group. No one said anything while older Boba Fett shook his head, blinked twice, and tilted it sideways. How often can you say that YOU met YOU?
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*Back in the apartment*
"So LITTLE Boba is talking to BIGGER Boba, his supposedly dead father, and his father's supposedly dead friend?" Leca asked once again.
"Yep."
"Darn, that's gotta be weird. How'd you guys know to look on the roof? That would be somewhere around the LAST place I'd look. Or WANT to look!" Lecks waved her arm in the direction of the ceiling.
"Ya, that's sort of why we were up there. Boba thought it would be embarrassing if I met his dad and was to afraid to go up on the roof, so we went up on the roof. Does that make sense to you?" SSJ V finished, scratching her head.
"Sort of..."
"Good, because it didn't to me."
"What I mean is," Leca continued, "that it WOULD make sense, if I BELIEVED that's why you two were up there."
*silence*
"Am I supposed to be getting something?" SSJ V asked.
Leca rolled her eyes. "Oh wait, you wouldn't be doing anything like that, seeing as how you are the most nieve person in the Universe on the topic!"
*silence*
"I will have to once again ask if I'm supposed to be getting something." SSJ V repeated.
Lecks smacked herself in the face and walked to her room. "I'm going to finish unpacking. Call me when you get hormones like a NORMAL teenager." With that, she locked the door.
"Wait.. getting....getting...got! .......... EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW! LECA! YOU'RE GROSS!"
Just then the door opened.
"Boba!" SSJ V complained. "Tell her that she's gross!"
"What are we talking about?" Boba questioned.
"SHE said that WE were on the roof because... EW! EW! EW!" SSJ V flapped her arms around before crossing them.
It suddenly donned on her friend what she was talking about.
"Oh, my, FORCE! EEEUUUUGGGGGGTTTTH! GROSS!" He shouted, making a face that SSJ V guessed that no one else would ever see HIM make.
Dulled yells came from Leca's room. "WHY? Why did God put me, ME, in the SAME apartment with the two most CHILDISH forces on the face of this UNIVERSE!"
*Sigh* I'm going to my room to unpack. I call middle one, it's right beside the bathroom. By the way, how'd it go?" SSJ V need not have asked. If it HAD gone poorly, which she suspected it had not, he would probably be in his room, breaking the nearest available object, which in this case was her. All in all, she hoped that it went pretty damn well.
He smiled and walked off to his room. But it wasn't any smile. It was the world renown, 'I know something you don't know' smile.
As she shut the door to her room, she hoped she hadn't mistaken it for the, 'I'm going on a killing spree, starting with you' smile. She had seen a few of those.
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End O Chapter Notes: I actually combined two chapters into one there. ***TELL ME IF IT WAS TO MERRY SUE-ISH!!!***
Don't worry, Chinow, Cat, Erica and Terry! You'll get bigger parts soon, I promise! I just have to establish a few of the basic rules here, so chapter after next at the most!
BTW, Chinow! I'd love ya to send me that! It would be really helpful!
AND, People, I still need more people! So if ya want to be in the story, tell me your name, favorite character, and if you want, your age, and description! (When we start going to classes though, we have to wear uniforms. But their COOL uniforms! And I still need an idea for male Padme obsesses, I mean, fans. Post your ideas!) OH YA! AND if you want you can do your personality and some dialogue!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
READ!!!: I changed their ages to thirteen. It works better ^_^
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The trio walked towards the fourth spire.
"It says on the map that we're right between the Zam Wesell and Jango Fett houses, but we have to go through the IG 88/ Bossk/ Dengar (sp?)/ Greedo house to get there." Boba announced, leading them towards one of the elevators. (A/N: Those outside thingies looked so fun!)
"Hey, SSJ V!" SSJ V looked in the direction of the voice.
"Zammy Chan!" A blonde fourteen year old girl, about an inch short of Leca, wearing Zam Wesell clothing minus the cape, hat, and weapons ran over, followed by a brunette girl a little taller than SSJ V wearing a gray version of the Mandalore youth clothing.
"Hey SSJ V! This is your first year here right?" She asked.
"Uh, ya, I guess so. Isn't it yours?" SSJ V asked her friend, Zam Chan (NOT WESELL, CHAN!).
"Nope, this is my second year. Hey, Leca? Is that you?"
"Is there anyone here that you two don't know?" Boba asked, hiding his EXTREME exasperation.
"J Gal, at your service, but J for short." The brunette stuck out her hand.
"Vegesa: SSJ Jedi Knight. SSJ V for short."
"Leca Nera, or Lecks."
"Boba Fett."
"Alright! More Fett fans!" J pumped her fist. "I'm a Jango fan myself, but the Fett fans and the Zam fans stick together. We have our own guild, separate from the OTHER bounty hunters guild. That's the IG 88s, the Greedos, the Bossks, and the Dengers. But the Dengers are OK, I guess. C' Mon, we'll show you guys the ropes."
As they talked, a twenty three year old girl with midnight black hair, a couple of inches past waist level, with coal black eyes to match strode past. Wearing black pants, tan shirt, and a black vest the same shape as the Rebels wore, and tan boots 5 inches above ankle, she parted the mob of students like the red sea.
"Who's that?" Leca asked, as the girl walked up to Wes Janson and began making small talk.
"That's Chinow." J answered. "She's a legend around here. First girl ever to get a date with Wes. Speaking of legends, see that girl over there? The one with the feline ears? That's Cat. She's the only student to ever get an A in the 'History of the Rebellion'. That's the class that Vader teaches. Man, I'd hate to be the kid who wrote the story about him getting knocked out by a pine cone."
" *Gulp* Well, I didn't figure that he'd be teaching me history!" SSJ V explained.
Zam Chan winced. "Oh, you wrote that one? Every kid around here has heard of it! Unfortunately, so has Vader. Just act stupid. Act very, very, stupid."
"Anyhow," continued J, "there's a big fight between the rebel fans and the Imperial fans. It's ongoing. One of them is always pulling pranks on the other. That's where we come in." J smiled. " C' Mon, walk and talk my friends."
As they went up the elevator, J began to explain the 'Hunter's Intuition.' "It's a board that has bounties posted by the Rebs and the Imps. That's the short term for Rebels and Imperials. They post the price that they will pay if you sabotage the other side the way they want you to. We get more bounties from the Imps, because the Rebs have this whole moral issue thing going on. But there are certain bounties that we never take, on our hunter's honor." She and Z-Chan looked pointedly at the three of them. "We never take a bounty against another Fett or Wesell fan. Anyone who ignores this rule will mysteriously disappear without a trace. OH YA!" J pulled out three pieces of paper from her pocket. "This is the address of the meeting room, the password is: Jaba the Spinach Puff. Don't tell anyone! Our first meeting is tonight, nine sharp. We'll explain the rest there." She told them hastily, stepping out of the elevator.
"Did she just say, Jaba the Spinach Puff?" Leca asked as the doors opened and they walked out to their own level, following the hallway signs to their apartment.
"Er.... ya, I think she did. At least no one will guess it." SSJ V rationalized.
Boba raised an eyebrow, but decided against actually commenting, amusing himself by actually trying to visualize 'Jaba the Spinach Puff'.
They reached the apartment, after helping out a slightly disgruntled Dengar fan, and walked inside.
"....Whoa, this place looks scarily like...." Leca began.
"... Kamino?" Boba and SSJ V finished.
"Freaky." Leca answered. "I CALL RIGHT ROOM!" She screamed, and bolted through the far right door, locking it shut behind her.
"OOOOOOK." SSJ V walked over to the table. "Hey, B, there's a list of all the teachers and what they teach!" Boba Walked over to the table to read it. It said:
Vader: 'Historical Events of the Rebellion' Assistants: Luke. Sub- Assistant: Cat
Wes: 'Rouge/ Wraith squadron humor' (*Thanks Chinow!*): Assistants: Hobbes. Sub-Assistant: Chinow
Hobbes: 'Rouge/ Wraith squadron serious' Assistant: Wes
Luke: Light Side Force Using. Assistant: Leia. Sub-Assistant: Child_Of_The_Light
Yoda: Phys. Ed. Assistants: The Jedi Counsel. Sub-Assistant- Leca Nera
The Solos: Galactic Politics
Emperor Palpatine: Dark Side Force Using. Assistants: Vader, Dooku, Maul.
Mara Jade: Imperial Humor. No assistance.
Moff Tarken: Imperial Serious. No Assistance.
Obi Wan: Rebel Humor. No Assistance
Qui Gon Jin: Rebel Serious. No Assistant. Sub assistant: Terry.
"Oh, Boba?"
"Yes?"
"I think I just found the most awkward class on the list."
"What's it say?"
Boba Fett: Keeping Characters in character. No Assistance.
"I'm teaching me a class?"
"Uh....ya. Anyway."
Zam Wesell: Bounty Hunting Humor No Assistance. Sub Assistant: Zam Chan.
"Oh, wait, I spoke to soon on the category of, 'most awkward'." SSJ V informed him, re-reading the sentence.
"What?"
SSJ V pulled out a chair. "Sit." Boba looked at her suspiciously. "No, I did not rig the chair." He checked it over just to be sure, before sitting.
"Er, take a wild guess as to who is teaching us, 'Bounty hunting serious/ How to Bounty hunt.' Oh, wait, it just got worse." She read on. "Then guess who his assistants are. Ah, then guess who his sub assistants are."
Boba shot her an annoyed glance. "If I knew that, then I may be unpacking already."
"I'll give you a hint." SSJ V tossed him the paper. "Your dad, big You and Zam, you and me."
Boba looked at the paper, reading the sentence. Then re-reading it. Then re-reading it again.
SSJ V walked over to the chair, beaming. "It says it's our third class tomorrow. I'll wait for you inside, OK?"
"No, I'm going to find him now." Boba stated walking towards the door.
"LECKS? WE'RE GOIN' TO FIND JANGO FETT, BOBA WILL BE BACK IN A WHILE, I DON'T KNOW IF I'LL SURVIVE THAT LING!" SSJ V called, following him out the door.
"Mhm." Leca called, to interested in reading one of her books to care what her friend had said, even if it was that she thought she was going to die some time within the next hour.
SSJ V shut the door on her way out. "Why are you coming?" Boba asked her, unfolding the map and raising an eyebrow.
"A combination of things, really. You're cool, I don't have anything better to do, I have a compulsive need to see stories come to a happy ending, and to confuse us and get us lost. Besides, I'll go as soon as you find his room." SSJ V answered.
"You can come if I can shrug." Boba answered.
"....Deal." She agreed. They headed off in the direction of the elevator. While Boba pressed the button, SSJ V looked out... and then turned around. Quickly.
"You're not AFFRAID of highs are you?" Boba asked her, leaning against the glass.
"No, I've just never been this far up." She told him, peeking back down before joining him by the glass.
"Well, we're only going higher." He sneered, lightly elbowing the glass. SSJ V once again stepped closer to the doors. Boba shook his head, before walking through the now open doors.
SSJ V waited at the beginning of the hallway, while Boba walked up and knocked on the door, waited, knocked again, waited, frowned, and re-joined SSJ V.
Getting the picture, SSJ V followed him back to the elevator.
"Did you just press the button to the very top floor?" She asked, seeing that they were going IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!
"You are going to get over your fear of highs before you meet my dad. That would be embarrassing." He shrugged. "And where better to get rid of it then on the one thousandth floor."
The doors opened, and the pair walked out, to a fortunately windless day. What they did not realize was, they were not alone.
"Most people are to afraid to come up here, so I figure it's a good start." He explained, walking over to the edge and drumming his fingers on the rail, waiting for her join him.
SSJ V, on the other hand, had other ideas.
"Come on, V! Where's your sense of adventure?" He called.
"Do you see the ground?" SSJ V asked. He looked over his shoulder.
"No."
"It's down there!"
Boba sighed, before coming up with another idea.
"You know your favorite cartoon character, Vegeta?" He asked.
"Ya."
"Well HE could do this, and he SUCKS BARNACLES!"
"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF- GET BACK HERE!" She called, chasing him around the edge of the building. After about four more laps of the spire, as both seemed like they were about to fall OFF the top, Boba stopped.
"Look down."
"Wh- Oh." SSJ V leaned out over the railing. "Hey, it's not that bad up here." She looked around the top of the spire, and saw something that she hadn't noticed before. Three somethings.
"Boba, *cough* your dad's over there *cough *." She turned and inconspicuously looked over the rail again, pointing the direction with her foot, doing her best to look oblivious.
Sure enough, Jango Fett, Zam Wesell, and an older version of himself were all standing by a small tool shed for elevator maintenance. And they were all looking at him.
"Want me to go back to the apartment? Lecks is probably worried because she wasn't listening when I told here we were going." She asked, pretending not to notice their company.
"I'll be down in a while." He answered, turning to walk towards the shed, while SSJ V slipped into the elevator.
Boba made his way towards the small group. No one said anything while older Boba Fett shook his head, blinked twice, and tilted it sideways. How often can you say that YOU met YOU?
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*Back in the apartment*
"So LITTLE Boba is talking to BIGGER Boba, his supposedly dead father, and his father's supposedly dead friend?" Leca asked once again.
"Yep."
"Darn, that's gotta be weird. How'd you guys know to look on the roof? That would be somewhere around the LAST place I'd look. Or WANT to look!" Lecks waved her arm in the direction of the ceiling.
"Ya, that's sort of why we were up there. Boba thought it would be embarrassing if I met his dad and was to afraid to go up on the roof, so we went up on the roof. Does that make sense to you?" SSJ V finished, scratching her head.
"Sort of..."
"Good, because it didn't to me."
"What I mean is," Leca continued, "that it WOULD make sense, if I BELIEVED that's why you two were up there."
*silence*
"Am I supposed to be getting something?" SSJ V asked.
Leca rolled her eyes. "Oh wait, you wouldn't be doing anything like that, seeing as how you are the most nieve person in the Universe on the topic!"
*silence*
"I will have to once again ask if I'm supposed to be getting something." SSJ V repeated.
Lecks smacked herself in the face and walked to her room. "I'm going to finish unpacking. Call me when you get hormones like a NORMAL teenager." With that, she locked the door.
"Wait.. getting....getting...got! .......... EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW! LECA! YOU'RE GROSS!"
Just then the door opened.
"Boba!" SSJ V complained. "Tell her that she's gross!"
"What are we talking about?" Boba questioned.
"SHE said that WE were on the roof because... EW! EW! EW!" SSJ V flapped her arms around before crossing them.
It suddenly donned on her friend what she was talking about.
"Oh, my, FORCE! EEEUUUUGGGGGGTTTTH! GROSS!" He shouted, making a face that SSJ V guessed that no one else would ever see HIM make.
Dulled yells came from Leca's room. "WHY? Why did God put me, ME, in the SAME apartment with the two most CHILDISH forces on the face of this UNIVERSE!"
*Sigh* I'm going to my room to unpack. I call middle one, it's right beside the bathroom. By the way, how'd it go?" SSJ V need not have asked. If it HAD gone poorly, which she suspected it had not, he would probably be in his room, breaking the nearest available object, which in this case was her. All in all, she hoped that it went pretty damn well.
He smiled and walked off to his room. But it wasn't any smile. It was the world renown, 'I know something you don't know' smile.
As she shut the door to her room, she hoped she hadn't mistaken it for the, 'I'm going on a killing spree, starting with you' smile. She had seen a few of those.
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End O Chapter Notes: I actually combined two chapters into one there. ***TELL ME IF IT WAS TO MERRY SUE-ISH!!!***
Don't worry, Chinow, Cat, Erica and Terry! You'll get bigger parts soon, I promise! I just have to establish a few of the basic rules here, so chapter after next at the most!
BTW, Chinow! I'd love ya to send me that! It would be really helpful!
AND, People, I still need more people! So if ya want to be in the story, tell me your name, favorite character, and if you want, your age, and description! (When we start going to classes though, we have to wear uniforms. But their COOL uniforms! And I still need an idea for male Padme obsesses, I mean, fans. Post your ideas!) OH YA! AND if you want you can do your personality and some dialogue!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
