Here comes yet another chapter in my short stories series. I know I have
been a crummy update-ist, but then, so are a lot of people. I will try my
best to update more often, and if I don't I will give all my anime/manga,
sketchbooks, and ordinary books, so as to motivate me, to my dear friend
heather (who will no doubt enjoy that which I cant have.T.T), so that I can
then write down what I plan to on regular paper.maybe I should also give
her my computer so that I cant go and read other fanfics.
The story that is being updated today is Home Alone In A Pig's Style.my sister, star pinky, is basically forcing me to update more often. However, we had to plan out what would happen in every story.so far, we have completed our thoughts on 3 stories, so those will be updated first so that I can finish them off. Oh yah.there will be sequels to The Ice Cream Scooper, so look out for them.
Home Alone In A Pig's Style 2
- -Recap- -
When she got back she grabbed her forgotten bag (of tricks?)and said, "C'mon Darien! We still have lots of traps to set!" and so in saying this she grabbed his hand once again and started dragging him off to her house.
- - - -
~Darien's P.O.V.~
My brain was still trying to catch up with me when I finally realized that I was being dragged by the beautiful meatball head. I had given up denying my feelings long ago, so I was fairly accustomed to my heart beating at twice its natural pace. I keep trying to remember how I got into this situation in the first place, and finally it comes to me.
*Flashback*
I was sitting on my regular stool, drinking my regular coffee, and talking to Andrew when she came bursting in, her eyes full of tears and a duffel bag in her hand. I repressed the urge to get up and comfort her, knowing that she would end up coming here to spill her story to Andrew in a matter of seconds. She came and sat next to me, dropping the duffel bag to the floor, not saying a word until Andrew came within seconds of her arrival to try and find out what happened.
Andrew then went on to pat her back and whisper consolations in her ear until her tears slowed, then stopped. Andrew then asked her if she was ready to tell us what happened.
She reluctantly pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it without looking to Andrew. I saw Andrew read it and attempted to see what was on the paper. When Andrew finished, he handed it silently to me. I skimmed through it first, and then, with my shock rapidly building, I re- read it carefully. The message on the paper was written with newspaper clipped letters and it had no signature, it ended only with the word cisibeos. Its contents said this:
'If you're looking for your parents and brother, you won't find them. We have taken them so that we can obtain your cooperation. Since they would tell us nothing about its location, we need you. If you tell us where it is, we shall set your parents free. Of course, if you don't, we will come after you, and you won't like what we do.
cisibeos'
I turned it over expecting to see something telling me about what 'it' was, but I only saw one thing. A phone number. I guess that this would be the means of communication. I slowly slid the piece of paper across the counter to Serena.
I could still see a few tears streaming down her face, so I just stayed silent. I was surprised when she and not Andrew broke the silence between by saying that she wasn't sure what she should do. Andrew then asked what 'it' was, and why 'it' was so important.
Serena started to say that she didn't know what they meant, but then a look of wonderment was cast upon her face half way through her denial. She then got the biggest grin on her face and then went on to say that she knew exactly what to do.
She then paused with a thoughtful look and added that she would need a volunteer. Andrew took this opportunity to say that he had to look after the arcade till 9, but that I had no plans and would be glad to help.
At that point in time, I found it very easy to choke on the coffee I had been drinking at the time.
* End of Flashback*
So, that was how I ended up being dragged to Serena's house on a Saturday afternoon.
When we finally stopped in front of a nice two story house, we were both breathing hard and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Serena looked at that moment. I was finally broken out of my reverie when Serena asked me if I was doing alright.
I replied that yes I was fine and who was cisibeos and what did they want. Serena got a troubled look and said that she didn't know who cisibeos was, but she knew what they wanted and would fight with everything she could before she would let them pry it from her.
I asked her then the question which I don't think I wanted an answer to later on, but at that moment, I was deadly curious about how we were going to protect whatever 'it' was. I asked her, how we were going to do that.
The reply was interesting for she said that she didn't know and that they might deploy their defenciary tactics. Getting a bit confused by the big words that Serena normally never used, I asked what she meant.
She then got the slyest grin I have ever seen while replying with a country accent, why Darien m'dear, we're gonna rig m'house with traps that come from m'families personal laboratory.
I then got a feeling of dread and asked if I was supposed to be excited.
Heh heh.umm well, it is kinda short, but it's starting the base for a really good story. I promise that there will be three nice and long chapters coming for this story with lots humorous commentary.but I think I will update Snowballs Come Raining/Falling/Flying (I never did find out which one was correct.) next.remember, review review review, it helps with motivation.
The story that is being updated today is Home Alone In A Pig's Style.my sister, star pinky, is basically forcing me to update more often. However, we had to plan out what would happen in every story.so far, we have completed our thoughts on 3 stories, so those will be updated first so that I can finish them off. Oh yah.there will be sequels to The Ice Cream Scooper, so look out for them.
Home Alone In A Pig's Style 2
- -Recap- -
When she got back she grabbed her forgotten bag (of tricks?)and said, "C'mon Darien! We still have lots of traps to set!" and so in saying this she grabbed his hand once again and started dragging him off to her house.
- - - -
~Darien's P.O.V.~
My brain was still trying to catch up with me when I finally realized that I was being dragged by the beautiful meatball head. I had given up denying my feelings long ago, so I was fairly accustomed to my heart beating at twice its natural pace. I keep trying to remember how I got into this situation in the first place, and finally it comes to me.
*Flashback*
I was sitting on my regular stool, drinking my regular coffee, and talking to Andrew when she came bursting in, her eyes full of tears and a duffel bag in her hand. I repressed the urge to get up and comfort her, knowing that she would end up coming here to spill her story to Andrew in a matter of seconds. She came and sat next to me, dropping the duffel bag to the floor, not saying a word until Andrew came within seconds of her arrival to try and find out what happened.
Andrew then went on to pat her back and whisper consolations in her ear until her tears slowed, then stopped. Andrew then asked her if she was ready to tell us what happened.
She reluctantly pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it without looking to Andrew. I saw Andrew read it and attempted to see what was on the paper. When Andrew finished, he handed it silently to me. I skimmed through it first, and then, with my shock rapidly building, I re- read it carefully. The message on the paper was written with newspaper clipped letters and it had no signature, it ended only with the word cisibeos. Its contents said this:
'If you're looking for your parents and brother, you won't find them. We have taken them so that we can obtain your cooperation. Since they would tell us nothing about its location, we need you. If you tell us where it is, we shall set your parents free. Of course, if you don't, we will come after you, and you won't like what we do.
cisibeos'
I turned it over expecting to see something telling me about what 'it' was, but I only saw one thing. A phone number. I guess that this would be the means of communication. I slowly slid the piece of paper across the counter to Serena.
I could still see a few tears streaming down her face, so I just stayed silent. I was surprised when she and not Andrew broke the silence between by saying that she wasn't sure what she should do. Andrew then asked what 'it' was, and why 'it' was so important.
Serena started to say that she didn't know what they meant, but then a look of wonderment was cast upon her face half way through her denial. She then got the biggest grin on her face and then went on to say that she knew exactly what to do.
She then paused with a thoughtful look and added that she would need a volunteer. Andrew took this opportunity to say that he had to look after the arcade till 9, but that I had no plans and would be glad to help.
At that point in time, I found it very easy to choke on the coffee I had been drinking at the time.
* End of Flashback*
So, that was how I ended up being dragged to Serena's house on a Saturday afternoon.
When we finally stopped in front of a nice two story house, we were both breathing hard and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Serena looked at that moment. I was finally broken out of my reverie when Serena asked me if I was doing alright.
I replied that yes I was fine and who was cisibeos and what did they want. Serena got a troubled look and said that she didn't know who cisibeos was, but she knew what they wanted and would fight with everything she could before she would let them pry it from her.
I asked her then the question which I don't think I wanted an answer to later on, but at that moment, I was deadly curious about how we were going to protect whatever 'it' was. I asked her, how we were going to do that.
The reply was interesting for she said that she didn't know and that they might deploy their defenciary tactics. Getting a bit confused by the big words that Serena normally never used, I asked what she meant.
She then got the slyest grin I have ever seen while replying with a country accent, why Darien m'dear, we're gonna rig m'house with traps that come from m'families personal laboratory.
I then got a feeling of dread and asked if I was supposed to be excited.
Heh heh.umm well, it is kinda short, but it's starting the base for a really good story. I promise that there will be three nice and long chapters coming for this story with lots humorous commentary.but I think I will update Snowballs Come Raining/Falling/Flying (I never did find out which one was correct.) next.remember, review review review, it helps with motivation.
