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Note: in letter format again. But only for a little comic relief. Then we have more pointless stuff.
To man-o-steel@mymail.com, card*king@aol.com, fire+flyer@popmail.com and many^man@mymail.com
From: canes'nshades@newmail.com
Subject: do's and don'ts
Hello all, I did have to make sure you all got this, for you sake don't tell rogue about it, she might make a seen, yes I do know she would kill, or at lest maim, any one who told her about this letter.
Said letter is going to help you survive the next seven months.
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Here, make a list of all the things you want me to get at the grocery store.
Things NOT to say to a pregnant woman:
Ew, I'm not getting that! That's gross!
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Do you need help with that?
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Dang, you look like a whale
Get your own ice cream!
Sorry honey I just finished off the last bag of Oreo's
For the last time I don't care about morning sickness, I got to the bathroom first!
I hope this helps to prolong your life span, I see you doing great things,
Irene
PS pretty good typing skills if I don't say so myself, considering I cant see the keyboard.
Jamie closed his laptop. Unfortunately this wonderful advice had come just a little too late. But it wasn't that bad, they had managed to get johns head back on in the end.
It was 9 PM and most of them were trying to get ready for bed. Peter had been driving for the last few hours and it was deiced he needed a rest. But there was no where to pull over, they had to keep going. Jamie was to little, john to reckless and rogue was getting so sick she couldn't stay behind the wheel for more then a minuet. So the only one left was Remy, but he had yet to be woken up.
"wake up already!" shouted john. For good measure he pounded on the door, the door between living room, bedroom, and bathroom were all sound proof so someone could get some sleep during the day with other people talking, but if you wanted to you could make yourself heard.
He mush have been out of the realm of the conscious, because when he finally managed to walk out he was still warring slippers, not bunny slippers, just those cheep ones you get on air planes.
"are you ok with this mate?" asked john.
"sure," Remy said, "not a problem, jus' gotta drive till a motel or something pops up. Dis wont be dat hard."
"Alright then, here's the wheel," said peter. He stood up, stretched then went strait off to bed.
John turned on the coffeepot. God knows he would need it. He then went to bed too, he was way happy he got the top bunk. He had to fight off three Jamies who didn't understand that each person only got one bed, no wait. That didn't come out right.
The last up was Jamie. And he didn't even really go to sleep. Anyway at 10:30 (still with no motel in sight) rogue walked in. with out a word, as he didn't trust himself not to say something stupid, Jamie got up and walked back into the bedroom. There, instead of going to bed, he leaned up against the cracked open door to see what was going on.
All Jamie saw was that rogue sat down next to Remy in his chair. He put one arm around her and drove with the other. They just sort of sat there in silence. Rogue looked properly exhausted. She leaned up against his chest and her eyes drooped. With in ten seconds Remy leaned down to kiss her softly.
Then he had to swerve to miss the deer.
Jamie leaned back against the door to shut it, and smirked.
They had been banned from all forms of PDA; including hugging, kissing, cute names, and those whack love notes; at least in front of the other boys in the group. They didn't need to see that, they were all way too immature. Or a little to mature, depends on when you catch them. That rule made anything almost impossible. As there was NO privacy on this god forsaken bus. But they always found a way, so no one felt bad, as though they were breaking up the couple.
Jamie had very little to break up, even if he was Zola's personal assistant on the matter.
A few minuets he got to bored and decided to go watch the rest of his movie.
Wild Wild West.
[30 minuets later]
"hey rogue," asked Jamie.
"what?"
"would they really do that? I mean hang him?" asked Jamie. The events of the movie were a little strange to him, so he wanted to ask someone who might understand.
"first off, don't do that anywhere, next no Ah don't think we woulda hanged him, maybe shot him. But he would defiantly get himself killed."
"really?" he asked.
"hell yeah," said Remy, "if you should learn anything from dis movie its don't do dat."
"and you can cut a southerner in half and we'll still come back with a massive giant robot spider thing and find a way to take over the _WORLD_!"
"he just wanted to take over the United States," said Jamie.
"oh, sorry 'bout that. So hard to separate them, every one seems ta want ta take over the world," she muttered.
"yeah I know, for once the eeeeeeeee-vil bad guy doesn't want the world, he just wants a country," said Jamie.
"hell, he even decides ta share it wit' some of da other countries. Nice guy, to bad he had ta go kill all of dose people, or else he coulda been well liked."
"hey Remy, I think rogue fell asleep," said Jamie.
"really?" he asked looking interested. He looked down. She was indeed out like a light smashed by a sludge hammer.
"should we leave her here when the movie's over?" asked Jamie.
"naw, she gets put down now," he pulled out a marker, "but first we have a bit o' fun." He took off the lid and drew little smiley faces and hearts on her face.
"my, my you do like to live dangerously don't you?" asked Jamie, his friend was insane. Their kid would be some kind of psycho killer when it grew up.
"what?" he dragged out the word and tried to look innocent, "it is washable." He then picked her up and slung her over his shoulder careful not to shake her up to much.
"when she wakes up she is gunna kill you," said Jamie
"she wont kill me," said Remy, he had just lay her down on her bed. She didn't wake up thank god, but rolled over.
"why do you say that?" asked Jamie.
They looked at each other and then Jamie said "oh."
Sorry it took so long, and was so short. And pointless. It was longer, but so awful it made me barf. Unfortunately, all over my key board. And I haven't been able to get on FF.net for a while. Sorry. Sorry to that the addressee were so madly lame, the bast ii could type as half my keys were covered In puke. I found that list at some web site. I forgot where it was but it was linked to something like lyrics.com. yeah.
Klucky
Note: in letter format again. But only for a little comic relief. Then we have more pointless stuff.
To man-o-steel@mymail.com, card*king@aol.com, fire+flyer@popmail.com and many^man@mymail.com
From: canes'nshades@newmail.com
Subject: do's and don'ts
Hello all, I did have to make sure you all got this, for you sake don't tell rogue about it, she might make a seen, yes I do know she would kill, or at lest maim, any one who told her about this letter.
Said letter is going to help you survive the next seven months.
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Here, make a list of all the things you want me to get at the grocery store.
Things NOT to say to a pregnant woman:
Ew, I'm not getting that! That's gross!
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Do you need help with that?
Things to say to a pregnant woman:
Dang, you look like a whale
Get your own ice cream!
Sorry honey I just finished off the last bag of Oreo's
For the last time I don't care about morning sickness, I got to the bathroom first!
I hope this helps to prolong your life span, I see you doing great things,
Irene
PS pretty good typing skills if I don't say so myself, considering I cant see the keyboard.
Jamie closed his laptop. Unfortunately this wonderful advice had come just a little too late. But it wasn't that bad, they had managed to get johns head back on in the end.
It was 9 PM and most of them were trying to get ready for bed. Peter had been driving for the last few hours and it was deiced he needed a rest. But there was no where to pull over, they had to keep going. Jamie was to little, john to reckless and rogue was getting so sick she couldn't stay behind the wheel for more then a minuet. So the only one left was Remy, but he had yet to be woken up.
"wake up already!" shouted john. For good measure he pounded on the door, the door between living room, bedroom, and bathroom were all sound proof so someone could get some sleep during the day with other people talking, but if you wanted to you could make yourself heard.
He mush have been out of the realm of the conscious, because when he finally managed to walk out he was still warring slippers, not bunny slippers, just those cheep ones you get on air planes.
"are you ok with this mate?" asked john.
"sure," Remy said, "not a problem, jus' gotta drive till a motel or something pops up. Dis wont be dat hard."
"Alright then, here's the wheel," said peter. He stood up, stretched then went strait off to bed.
John turned on the coffeepot. God knows he would need it. He then went to bed too, he was way happy he got the top bunk. He had to fight off three Jamies who didn't understand that each person only got one bed, no wait. That didn't come out right.
The last up was Jamie. And he didn't even really go to sleep. Anyway at 10:30 (still with no motel in sight) rogue walked in. with out a word, as he didn't trust himself not to say something stupid, Jamie got up and walked back into the bedroom. There, instead of going to bed, he leaned up against the cracked open door to see what was going on.
All Jamie saw was that rogue sat down next to Remy in his chair. He put one arm around her and drove with the other. They just sort of sat there in silence. Rogue looked properly exhausted. She leaned up against his chest and her eyes drooped. With in ten seconds Remy leaned down to kiss her softly.
Then he had to swerve to miss the deer.
Jamie leaned back against the door to shut it, and smirked.
They had been banned from all forms of PDA; including hugging, kissing, cute names, and those whack love notes; at least in front of the other boys in the group. They didn't need to see that, they were all way too immature. Or a little to mature, depends on when you catch them. That rule made anything almost impossible. As there was NO privacy on this god forsaken bus. But they always found a way, so no one felt bad, as though they were breaking up the couple.
Jamie had very little to break up, even if he was Zola's personal assistant on the matter.
A few minuets he got to bored and decided to go watch the rest of his movie.
Wild Wild West.
[30 minuets later]
"hey rogue," asked Jamie.
"what?"
"would they really do that? I mean hang him?" asked Jamie. The events of the movie were a little strange to him, so he wanted to ask someone who might understand.
"first off, don't do that anywhere, next no Ah don't think we woulda hanged him, maybe shot him. But he would defiantly get himself killed."
"really?" he asked.
"hell yeah," said Remy, "if you should learn anything from dis movie its don't do dat."
"and you can cut a southerner in half and we'll still come back with a massive giant robot spider thing and find a way to take over the _WORLD_!"
"he just wanted to take over the United States," said Jamie.
"oh, sorry 'bout that. So hard to separate them, every one seems ta want ta take over the world," she muttered.
"yeah I know, for once the eeeeeeeee-vil bad guy doesn't want the world, he just wants a country," said Jamie.
"hell, he even decides ta share it wit' some of da other countries. Nice guy, to bad he had ta go kill all of dose people, or else he coulda been well liked."
"hey Remy, I think rogue fell asleep," said Jamie.
"really?" he asked looking interested. He looked down. She was indeed out like a light smashed by a sludge hammer.
"should we leave her here when the movie's over?" asked Jamie.
"naw, she gets put down now," he pulled out a marker, "but first we have a bit o' fun." He took off the lid and drew little smiley faces and hearts on her face.
"my, my you do like to live dangerously don't you?" asked Jamie, his friend was insane. Their kid would be some kind of psycho killer when it grew up.
"what?" he dragged out the word and tried to look innocent, "it is washable." He then picked her up and slung her over his shoulder careful not to shake her up to much.
"when she wakes up she is gunna kill you," said Jamie
"she wont kill me," said Remy, he had just lay her down on her bed. She didn't wake up thank god, but rolled over.
"why do you say that?" asked Jamie.
They looked at each other and then Jamie said "oh."
Sorry it took so long, and was so short. And pointless. It was longer, but so awful it made me barf. Unfortunately, all over my key board. And I haven't been able to get on FF.net for a while. Sorry. Sorry to that the addressee were so madly lame, the bast ii could type as half my keys were covered In puke. I found that list at some web site. I forgot where it was but it was linked to something like lyrics.com. yeah.
Klucky