It was a rainy Saturday, I was sitting at my computer as always, staring at the screen. I stared longingly at my AOL Instant Messenger buddy list.
'Come on...Pop up!'
I thought it wouldn't, but a few minutes later...
'SLeonhart231 is now available.'
'YES!'
My mind screamed, I bounced out of my chair and jumped up and down. I was drawn from this spazm when I watched the Instant Message pop up.
"Hey!"
I fell back into my chair, a smile spreading across my face. I let my fingers rest on the keyboard, hesitated, then began typing.
"Hey!"
I replied back, the overjoyed feeling attacking me again. I wanted to scream, but of course I couldn't.
'Dang Parents!'
My mind screamed at me, I agreed. Parents can be a pain in the behind sometimes, epecially mine whom I've been keeping for four long years a very enjoyable relationship with Squall Leonhart. So what if I was only at the tender age of eleven when it started, but what the hell? I didn't know how long our converstation lasted, but it ended with...
"I'm coming down to see you."
WHAT?! Is the boy frickin' CRAZY?!
"Okay."
I logged off when he did, racing for my cordless phone.
"Amber! Squall's coming down! MAJOR fashion crisis!!"
I yelled into the reciver to her answering machine, Quickly I punched in Bethann's number, she was home, and agreed to help me with my problem.
We decided on the leather black dress and knee high boots. I stared into my bedroom mirror, disgusted with my upper body appearence. My face was plain and my hair was a mess.
"Baisez Le Foutu..."
I muttered in French, hunting down my make-up case. I put on black eyeshadow and liner, dissing the mascara for this event. It was a hassle to apply anyway. I drew my brunette hair up into a low ponytail, leaving loose strands to frame my face. I buckled the belts on my boots, this was a trend Squall and I shared, then spun around in front of the mirror, satisfied with my transformation.
"Dang Sarah..."
Bethann was stunned, she never realized that I would dress like I just did. Black was never part of my wardrobe untill I started going out with Squall, even my additude changed. I was the girl of the cold-hearted bad boy and eveyone knew it.
The doorbell rang and I tramped down the stairs, quicker than my parents, and caught onto the doorknob. I threw open the door, and tilted my head up.
'Aaaahhh.....Squall Leonhart!!'
'Come on...Pop up!'
I thought it wouldn't, but a few minutes later...
'SLeonhart231 is now available.'
'YES!'
My mind screamed, I bounced out of my chair and jumped up and down. I was drawn from this spazm when I watched the Instant Message pop up.
"Hey!"
I fell back into my chair, a smile spreading across my face. I let my fingers rest on the keyboard, hesitated, then began typing.
"Hey!"
I replied back, the overjoyed feeling attacking me again. I wanted to scream, but of course I couldn't.
'Dang Parents!'
My mind screamed at me, I agreed. Parents can be a pain in the behind sometimes, epecially mine whom I've been keeping for four long years a very enjoyable relationship with Squall Leonhart. So what if I was only at the tender age of eleven when it started, but what the hell? I didn't know how long our converstation lasted, but it ended with...
"I'm coming down to see you."
WHAT?! Is the boy frickin' CRAZY?!
"Okay."
I logged off when he did, racing for my cordless phone.
"Amber! Squall's coming down! MAJOR fashion crisis!!"
I yelled into the reciver to her answering machine, Quickly I punched in Bethann's number, she was home, and agreed to help me with my problem.
We decided on the leather black dress and knee high boots. I stared into my bedroom mirror, disgusted with my upper body appearence. My face was plain and my hair was a mess.
"Baisez Le Foutu..."
I muttered in French, hunting down my make-up case. I put on black eyeshadow and liner, dissing the mascara for this event. It was a hassle to apply anyway. I drew my brunette hair up into a low ponytail, leaving loose strands to frame my face. I buckled the belts on my boots, this was a trend Squall and I shared, then spun around in front of the mirror, satisfied with my transformation.
"Dang Sarah..."
Bethann was stunned, she never realized that I would dress like I just did. Black was never part of my wardrobe untill I started going out with Squall, even my additude changed. I was the girl of the cold-hearted bad boy and eveyone knew it.
The doorbell rang and I tramped down the stairs, quicker than my parents, and caught onto the doorknob. I threw open the door, and tilted my head up.
'Aaaahhh.....Squall Leonhart!!'