Chapter 8: Ricky Martin Leather Pants
A/N~ OMG! I think I just peed my pants from laughing so hard! "Because we love you!" Ha! Eat that, Breegirls! Well, they still win.
A/N2~ That's gross if you peed your pants, Vanessa. I thought it was pretty funny myself. Yes, the Breegirls ALWAYS win.
Disclaimer:
Aragorn: They own nothing! Do you not get that?!
Boromir: I guess they don't if we have to repeat this.
Me: We definitely do not own Ricky Martin or leather pants, therefore we own only what we've told you previously.
"Where did my hunny-bunny go?!" John whined. "I know a store that had the cutest top. It would've looked so good on him."
"I don't think Gandalf needed any new tops today, John," I said. "He's had a busy day."
"Oh, well. Come, Maha, it might look cute on you. Bye girls! Oh, and you too, Gimli."
The dwarf blushed slightly. "No!" Christy cried. "He can't be gay too!" (A/N2~ she did this after I told her not to do that to Gimli! The butt- munch!)
"Come on, Christy," I said, dragging her away from the store. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I'm gonna get me some food."
Kitty's ears perked up a little at this. "Did you say food? Let's go!" She grabbed Legolas's hand and ran towards the food court.
"Did you know that Maha and John were together?" I asked Christy as I sat down to eat my cheeseburger. (Mmm...food...Why the heck am I writing about food? Because it's lunchtime, I guess. Stupid yearbook. It always takes up my time. FYI: I have to miss ½ my lunch for pictures. ^_^ (That's not supposed to be happy, but it kinda looks it to me.) Grr...)
"Yes. Didn't you? That's why John always came over to sit with us in the mornings; he wanted to see Maha."
"Oh. Well, now everything fits into place. Gross! So that explains why he always played with Maha's hair."
"Can you guys drop the subject?" Gimli asked from the next table. (A/N2~ Why would we talk about this when we're about to eat, anyway?)
"Fine," I retorted and began eating my burger again.
Just then, John and Maha walked in...holding hands. I squeaked and hid under the table.
"Darling, I swear, the black pants looked better than the red," I heard Maha say.
"Ya think? Maybe I'll go back and get them." John must have caught sight of us because they walked over to our tables. "Hi! Where's Vanessa?"
"I'm under here," I said, knowing they would find me, sooner or later.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Ummm...looking for my earring," I lied.
"But...it's in your ear."
"See! I found it." He (I'm guessing John; she didn't say when she wrote this.) looked at me strangely. "So what were you talking about with Maha?"
"Leather pants." I gasped. "We found some that made us look like Ricky Martin! Isn't that fab?"
"Ummm...sure. I have to go see Christy (A/N2~ See, there she goes with the looking at me again! Alex was right! ^.^ J/J!) for a moment. I'll see ya later." I ran off to go find my friend who was back in line with the hobbits. "Christy!!!!" I screamed. "They want to buy Ricky Martin tight leather pants!"
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!"
"What are 'Ricky Martin tight leather pants'?" Pippin asked.
"Pants that show off everything, if you catch my drift," I answered.
He looked confused. Then, it hit him. "OH!"
"Yeah, that's what we thought."
A/N~ Sorry that was such a boring chapter. But Christy threatened to take away my solo fics if I didn't write. Cool! My song came on. ROTC people are weird. BTW, I'm in the gym with the photogs taking clubs and classes pictures. Hehe. Funny!
A/N2~ Suuuuure! Blame it all on me, why don't you? You're the one that was taking forever! So it's your fault! Ha! She wrote because she knew that I really would take away her fics! I'm that evil! ^.^ Also, sorry if any of you are ROTC people, or know any that you like, about her comment in her author's note about you being weird, unless of course you are. ^.^
You know what I'm going to say, "Review!", but I'm going to say it anyway! Please Review! It feels AWESOME!! when we open our email and see we have reviews! Luv ya all! Cya later!
A/N~ OMG! I think I just peed my pants from laughing so hard! "Because we love you!" Ha! Eat that, Breegirls! Well, they still win.
A/N2~ That's gross if you peed your pants, Vanessa. I thought it was pretty funny myself. Yes, the Breegirls ALWAYS win.
Disclaimer:
Aragorn: They own nothing! Do you not get that?!
Boromir: I guess they don't if we have to repeat this.
Me: We definitely do not own Ricky Martin or leather pants, therefore we own only what we've told you previously.
"Where did my hunny-bunny go?!" John whined. "I know a store that had the cutest top. It would've looked so good on him."
"I don't think Gandalf needed any new tops today, John," I said. "He's had a busy day."
"Oh, well. Come, Maha, it might look cute on you. Bye girls! Oh, and you too, Gimli."
The dwarf blushed slightly. "No!" Christy cried. "He can't be gay too!" (A/N2~ she did this after I told her not to do that to Gimli! The butt- munch!)
"Come on, Christy," I said, dragging her away from the store. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, I'm gonna get me some food."
Kitty's ears perked up a little at this. "Did you say food? Let's go!" She grabbed Legolas's hand and ran towards the food court.
"Did you know that Maha and John were together?" I asked Christy as I sat down to eat my cheeseburger. (Mmm...food...Why the heck am I writing about food? Because it's lunchtime, I guess. Stupid yearbook. It always takes up my time. FYI: I have to miss ½ my lunch for pictures. ^_^ (That's not supposed to be happy, but it kinda looks it to me.) Grr...)
"Yes. Didn't you? That's why John always came over to sit with us in the mornings; he wanted to see Maha."
"Oh. Well, now everything fits into place. Gross! So that explains why he always played with Maha's hair."
"Can you guys drop the subject?" Gimli asked from the next table. (A/N2~ Why would we talk about this when we're about to eat, anyway?)
"Fine," I retorted and began eating my burger again.
Just then, John and Maha walked in...holding hands. I squeaked and hid under the table.
"Darling, I swear, the black pants looked better than the red," I heard Maha say.
"Ya think? Maybe I'll go back and get them." John must have caught sight of us because they walked over to our tables. "Hi! Where's Vanessa?"
"I'm under here," I said, knowing they would find me, sooner or later.
"What are you doing down there?"
"Ummm...looking for my earring," I lied.
"But...it's in your ear."
"See! I found it." He (I'm guessing John; she didn't say when she wrote this.) looked at me strangely. "So what were you talking about with Maha?"
"Leather pants." I gasped. "We found some that made us look like Ricky Martin! Isn't that fab?"
"Ummm...sure. I have to go see Christy (A/N2~ See, there she goes with the looking at me again! Alex was right! ^.^ J/J!) for a moment. I'll see ya later." I ran off to go find my friend who was back in line with the hobbits. "Christy!!!!" I screamed. "They want to buy Ricky Martin tight leather pants!"
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!"
"What are 'Ricky Martin tight leather pants'?" Pippin asked.
"Pants that show off everything, if you catch my drift," I answered.
He looked confused. Then, it hit him. "OH!"
"Yeah, that's what we thought."
A/N~ Sorry that was such a boring chapter. But Christy threatened to take away my solo fics if I didn't write. Cool! My song came on. ROTC people are weird. BTW, I'm in the gym with the photogs taking clubs and classes pictures. Hehe. Funny!
A/N2~ Suuuuure! Blame it all on me, why don't you? You're the one that was taking forever! So it's your fault! Ha! She wrote because she knew that I really would take away her fics! I'm that evil! ^.^ Also, sorry if any of you are ROTC people, or know any that you like, about her comment in her author's note about you being weird, unless of course you are. ^.^
You know what I'm going to say, "Review!", but I'm going to say it anyway! Please Review! It feels AWESOME!! when we open our email and see we have reviews! Luv ya all! Cya later!
