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Chapter 2: Trowa's in trouble or Get ready for the Super Bowl part 2
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Trowa: walks off .......stops suddenly O.O AWW SHIT!!!!! grabs telephone dials Karmen's number
Karmen: hello?
Trowa: I'M SORRY!!! .
Karmen: OW!! ears!!! ,.,
Trowa: oh.. sorry..
Karmen: sorry for what?
Trowa: uh.. which one?
Karmen: ..... what did you do? ¬¬
Trowa: um.. I yelled in your ears, and i accidentally hung up on you. .
Karmen: eye twitches you did.. what?
Trowa: I said I was sorry pout
Karmen: Hey, the super bowl is on in a half hour! wanna come over and watch it with me?
Trowa: blushes um.. i'd love to, but i'm watching it over at Duo's place...
Karmen: um...... why?
Trowa: well, because he asked me first!
Karmen: well I'm sure he won't mind if I come along, will he?
Trowa: uh... I wouldn't know.. you'd hafta ask him.. if it were up to me, I wouldn't really care much.
Karmen: so what team are you rooting for anyway?
Trowa: RAIDERS!! YEA!!!
Karmen: oh God... .
Trowa: what?!!! Silver and black are a man's true colors!
Karmen: you've been talking to Duo again
Trowa: well duh.. I just got off the phone with him. ¬¬
Karmen: . I can't believe you like the Raiders!
Trowa: uh.. do I need to explain why Raiders rock again?
Karmen: well, do I have to explain why the Buccaneers are better than the Raiders? AGAIN?
Trowa: uh.. yes.
Karmen: ... they just are.. red and black are better colors than silver and black.. just plain and simple.. plus Gruden is cool
Trowa: hmph... cooler than me?
Karmen: well... maybe
Trowa: ¬¬.......................
Karmen: depends on how you act...
Trowa: .O uh.. what?
Karmen: sometimes you can act cool, but other times you just act like a child.
Trowa: when I act cool, am I cooler than Gurden?
Karmen: ....... no..
Trowa: oh poo.. pouty look well, I gotta go now... I'm heading over to Duo's... Bye!
Karmen: Don't you dare hang up on m-
click
Karmen: O.O grrrr... JERK!!!!
Trowa: walks past an unconcious Kida
Kida: @_______@ ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Trowa: Goin' over to Duo's
Kida: suddenly springs to life REALLY?!!! CAN I COME?!!!!
Trowa: uh... you'll have to ask Duo.
Kida: thinks hmmm... well, that's a no brainer.. hold on while I get my stuff..
Trowa: stops suddenly you what?
Kida: I gotta get the stuff for the game.. goes in bedroom
Trowa: . ugh......
Kida: comes back out ready!
Trowa: already?!!
Kida: Ha!! I've been planning for this super bowl for like, EVER!!
Trowa: uh... what IS all of that stuff?!!
Kida: Nachos, beer-
Trowa: beer?
Kida: duh.. what are you, stupid?
Trowa: ¬¬
Kida: anyway... nachos, beer, Buccaneers flags, caps and jerseys, um... and for you two losers, Raiders flags, caps and jerseys-
Trowa: Enough said, let's go!!! grabs my hand and dashes out the door
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Notes:
Karmen: So, that was the second chapter. How could Trowa hang up on me? Twice!?! It reminds me of this song, where the husband calls and is about to-
Kida: KARMEN!! That's enough I'm sure these nice people have more inportant things to do then listen to you ramble! Well, I hope you enjoyed our fic, G'Bye
Karmen: Yup, See Ya!!:)
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Karmen: I would like to place a note in here before this chapter starts to mention that this story was written the friday and saturday before the Super Bowl and we wanted to make it dramatic, so we didn't change it, plus we're too lazy to do it and I don't even remember what all happend on the real Super Bowl anymore, so, PLEASE don't get mad at us for the description of the game. Thank you for your time, and for caring about this at all.
Kida: Lets just get back to the fic. O.K.
Chapter 2: Trowa's in trouble or Get ready for the Super Bowl part 2
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Trowa: walks off .......stops suddenly O.O AWW SHIT!!!!! grabs telephone dials Karmen's number
Karmen: hello?
Trowa: I'M SORRY!!! .
Karmen: OW!! ears!!! ,.,
Trowa: oh.. sorry..
Karmen: sorry for what?
Trowa: uh.. which one?
Karmen: ..... what did you do? ¬¬
Trowa: um.. I yelled in your ears, and i accidentally hung up on you. .
Karmen: eye twitches you did.. what?
Trowa: I said I was sorry pout
Karmen: Hey, the super bowl is on in a half hour! wanna come over and watch it with me?
Trowa: blushes um.. i'd love to, but i'm watching it over at Duo's place...
Karmen: um...... why?
Trowa: well, because he asked me first!
Karmen: well I'm sure he won't mind if I come along, will he?
Trowa: uh... I wouldn't know.. you'd hafta ask him.. if it were up to me, I wouldn't really care much.
Karmen: so what team are you rooting for anyway?
Trowa: RAIDERS!! YEA!!!
Karmen: oh God... .
Trowa: what?!!! Silver and black are a man's true colors!
Karmen: you've been talking to Duo again
Trowa: well duh.. I just got off the phone with him. ¬¬
Karmen: . I can't believe you like the Raiders!
Trowa: uh.. do I need to explain why Raiders rock again?
Karmen: well, do I have to explain why the Buccaneers are better than the Raiders? AGAIN?
Trowa: uh.. yes.
Karmen: ... they just are.. red and black are better colors than silver and black.. just plain and simple.. plus Gruden is cool
Trowa: hmph... cooler than me?
Karmen: well... maybe
Trowa: ¬¬.......................
Karmen: depends on how you act...
Trowa: .O uh.. what?
Karmen: sometimes you can act cool, but other times you just act like a child.
Trowa: when I act cool, am I cooler than Gurden?
Karmen: ....... no..
Trowa: oh poo.. pouty look well, I gotta go now... I'm heading over to Duo's... Bye!
Karmen: Don't you dare hang up on m-
click
Karmen: O.O grrrr... JERK!!!!
Trowa: walks past an unconcious Kida
Kida: @_______@ ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Trowa: Goin' over to Duo's
Kida: suddenly springs to life REALLY?!!! CAN I COME?!!!!
Trowa: uh... you'll have to ask Duo.
Kida: thinks hmmm... well, that's a no brainer.. hold on while I get my stuff..
Trowa: stops suddenly you what?
Kida: I gotta get the stuff for the game.. goes in bedroom
Trowa: . ugh......
Kida: comes back out ready!
Trowa: already?!!
Kida: Ha!! I've been planning for this super bowl for like, EVER!!
Trowa: uh... what IS all of that stuff?!!
Kida: Nachos, beer-
Trowa: beer?
Kida: duh.. what are you, stupid?
Trowa: ¬¬
Kida: anyway... nachos, beer, Buccaneers flags, caps and jerseys, um... and for you two losers, Raiders flags, caps and jerseys-
Trowa: Enough said, let's go!!! grabs my hand and dashes out the door
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Notes:
Karmen: So, that was the second chapter. How could Trowa hang up on me? Twice!?! It reminds me of this song, where the husband calls and is about to-
Kida: KARMEN!! That's enough I'm sure these nice people have more inportant things to do then listen to you ramble! Well, I hope you enjoyed our fic, G'Bye
Karmen: Yup, See Ya!!:)
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Karmen: I would like to place a note in here before this chapter starts to mention that this story was written the friday and saturday before the Super Bowl and we wanted to make it dramatic, so we didn't change it, plus we're too lazy to do it and I don't even remember what all happend on the real Super Bowl anymore, so, PLEASE don't get mad at us for the description of the game. Thank you for your time, and for caring about this at all.
Kida: Lets just get back to the fic. O.K.