just to clarify
LM/MM/MT/etc. means their talking 2 way mostly,
" blah" regular talk
~blah blah~ thoughts
(blah blah blah) me, just trying to ruin to whole story for you
-blah- like the () things but for Mia.
Someone's alarm woke us all up. Media said it was probably like 3 doors away, but everything echoes in this castle. THen she got up and got dressed in some running clothes, a pair of navy pants and a tank top, and a jacket. She pulled on her gloves and put up her hair and left...
I wonder where she went.....
anyway Lilly and I had a wacked conversation:
LM: so, do you think you'll use it?
MT: use what?
LM: that drug that Media was talking about for your hair.
MT: I don't know, do you think it will work?
LM: the way Media explained it, it should. Of course it could be equivocation( yes that is an acutal word, I don't know if I used it correctly though) on the part of the maker.
Mt: um, huh?
LM: It means they were lying, trying to get you to buy their product.
MT: but Media made it!
LM: Of course if you marketed it right, it would be most prolific
MT: Lilly, that is really annoying
LM: What?
MT: 'it would be most prolific' who uses that word?
LM: just because my vocabulary is capasious, and yours is not. is no reason to get snippy.
MT: what ever.
and that's were it ended. I think I should use that drug, I'm sick of being the girl who never gets in trouble. I'll ask Media where I can get it.... but first i had to find her. So I got up and grabbed my jeans and a shirt with the word "flirt" written in fancy script and my combat boots. Then I proceded about the castle -hah, take that lilly-
I heard some yelling sounds from a room,s o I opened the door a peak.
Media had some, what looked like her regular gloves, only with some padding on, and was punching a mat in a guys hands. Michal's hands. she stopped and caught her breath, but befor she could start pounding on my boyfriend again I opened the door. She turned to me and smiled
"hey Mi.." I punched her in the face, she turned back to me with a shocked expression on her face.
"what the hell was that for??" she asked me, and instead of yelling at me, she was really quiet, almost a wisper.
"THAT, was for hitting on my boyfriend, in both the literal and the figurtive sense."
"what are talking about?"
"you were hitting him." I yelled at her. she was making me mad, I could feel my face getting hot. Michal had pulled off the pads on his hands and was moving towards me. I turned to him and inspected his hands. They looked fine.
"we were sparring, I can never get a good person around here, and Michal knows how, so.."
"I asked her last night, when you were getting ready. I had seen her gloves, they were messed up sparring gloves and I asked her about them, it's okay Mia. She wouldn't hurt me." Michal hugged me, trying to calm me down. Iburied my face into his chest and felt bad that I had hit my sister. I turned to her, she was gently touching her face, seeing if it was totally bruised.
"you got some rage girl" she said, gently touching the soft tissue around her eye. "looks like I'm going to have a black eye. fun'"
"omg, I'm so sorry Media. I over reacted" she smiled
"it's okay, you were just protecting what you loved. I can see that, it's an animal instict,we all have it. Comes out in the worst of times. it's fine. you saw somthing that you loved being hurt, so you retailieated." She pulled off her gloves and hung them on a hook on the wall.
"what is this place?" I asked finally getting a good look around. I was about the size of two bedrooms, and was filled with mats and punching bags. in another area,was a tread mill and some stair steppers.
"This, is what my allowance goes into. It's a training room I had built for me, well, actually I basically built it. I had some other guys do the wiring and stuff. Grandmere doesn't even know about it. I don't think anyone does. I'd like to keep it that way. The door is speical.
It locks from the inside and the outside, so no one can get in when I'm not using it. I tell them it's just an old room, the funiture is all moth eaten, useless." I looked at the mats, and the dummys hanging from the ceiling "I'm sure going to miss this place when I leave" michal turned to her
"huh?" he asked,
"I'm going back with you guys to New York. Grandmere thought it best, that way she can keep an eye on me." she smirked "yeah, like she ever could."
"what grade you going into?" Michal asked.
"first year college. I'm going to Columbia, pyscology (shrink, I don't know how to spell it) major, drama minor."
"pretty tough classes."
"I can handle it."
"dorms" I asked
"too late, non left. besides, your parents said I could stay in your place." Media told me
"we only have 2 bed rooms!!"
"don't worry about it. i think that your mom said you were going to knock out a wall or somting?"
"oh yeah, there's that storage place that came with the loft, that's perfect!"
"so that's where that door leads too" Michal said, speaking of a door that was in the left corner of my living room. there was a major storage area in it. perfect for an extra room.
"okay cool" Media smiled at me then looked at the clock over my head "whoa, we'd better get downstairs before grandmere kills us." so we walked out of the room and media locked it. THis was going to be awsome!!!!!
aw, my only happy-go-lucky-fic.
LM/MM/MT/etc. means their talking 2 way mostly,
" blah" regular talk
~blah blah~ thoughts
(blah blah blah) me, just trying to ruin to whole story for you
-blah- like the () things but for Mia.
Someone's alarm woke us all up. Media said it was probably like 3 doors away, but everything echoes in this castle. THen she got up and got dressed in some running clothes, a pair of navy pants and a tank top, and a jacket. She pulled on her gloves and put up her hair and left...
I wonder where she went.....
anyway Lilly and I had a wacked conversation:
LM: so, do you think you'll use it?
MT: use what?
LM: that drug that Media was talking about for your hair.
MT: I don't know, do you think it will work?
LM: the way Media explained it, it should. Of course it could be equivocation( yes that is an acutal word, I don't know if I used it correctly though) on the part of the maker.
Mt: um, huh?
LM: It means they were lying, trying to get you to buy their product.
MT: but Media made it!
LM: Of course if you marketed it right, it would be most prolific
MT: Lilly, that is really annoying
LM: What?
MT: 'it would be most prolific' who uses that word?
LM: just because my vocabulary is capasious, and yours is not. is no reason to get snippy.
MT: what ever.
and that's were it ended. I think I should use that drug, I'm sick of being the girl who never gets in trouble. I'll ask Media where I can get it.... but first i had to find her. So I got up and grabbed my jeans and a shirt with the word "flirt" written in fancy script and my combat boots. Then I proceded about the castle -hah, take that lilly-
I heard some yelling sounds from a room,s o I opened the door a peak.
Media had some, what looked like her regular gloves, only with some padding on, and was punching a mat in a guys hands. Michal's hands. she stopped and caught her breath, but befor she could start pounding on my boyfriend again I opened the door. She turned to me and smiled
"hey Mi.." I punched her in the face, she turned back to me with a shocked expression on her face.
"what the hell was that for??" she asked me, and instead of yelling at me, she was really quiet, almost a wisper.
"THAT, was for hitting on my boyfriend, in both the literal and the figurtive sense."
"what are talking about?"
"you were hitting him." I yelled at her. she was making me mad, I could feel my face getting hot. Michal had pulled off the pads on his hands and was moving towards me. I turned to him and inspected his hands. They looked fine.
"we were sparring, I can never get a good person around here, and Michal knows how, so.."
"I asked her last night, when you were getting ready. I had seen her gloves, they were messed up sparring gloves and I asked her about them, it's okay Mia. She wouldn't hurt me." Michal hugged me, trying to calm me down. Iburied my face into his chest and felt bad that I had hit my sister. I turned to her, she was gently touching her face, seeing if it was totally bruised.
"you got some rage girl" she said, gently touching the soft tissue around her eye. "looks like I'm going to have a black eye. fun'"
"omg, I'm so sorry Media. I over reacted" she smiled
"it's okay, you were just protecting what you loved. I can see that, it's an animal instict,we all have it. Comes out in the worst of times. it's fine. you saw somthing that you loved being hurt, so you retailieated." She pulled off her gloves and hung them on a hook on the wall.
"what is this place?" I asked finally getting a good look around. I was about the size of two bedrooms, and was filled with mats and punching bags. in another area,was a tread mill and some stair steppers.
"This, is what my allowance goes into. It's a training room I had built for me, well, actually I basically built it. I had some other guys do the wiring and stuff. Grandmere doesn't even know about it. I don't think anyone does. I'd like to keep it that way. The door is speical.
It locks from the inside and the outside, so no one can get in when I'm not using it. I tell them it's just an old room, the funiture is all moth eaten, useless." I looked at the mats, and the dummys hanging from the ceiling "I'm sure going to miss this place when I leave" michal turned to her
"huh?" he asked,
"I'm going back with you guys to New York. Grandmere thought it best, that way she can keep an eye on me." she smirked "yeah, like she ever could."
"what grade you going into?" Michal asked.
"first year college. I'm going to Columbia, pyscology (shrink, I don't know how to spell it) major, drama minor."
"pretty tough classes."
"I can handle it."
"dorms" I asked
"too late, non left. besides, your parents said I could stay in your place." Media told me
"we only have 2 bed rooms!!"
"don't worry about it. i think that your mom said you were going to knock out a wall or somting?"
"oh yeah, there's that storage place that came with the loft, that's perfect!"
"so that's where that door leads too" Michal said, speaking of a door that was in the left corner of my living room. there was a major storage area in it. perfect for an extra room.
"okay cool" Media smiled at me then looked at the clock over my head "whoa, we'd better get downstairs before grandmere kills us." so we walked out of the room and media locked it. THis was going to be awsome!!!!!
aw, my only happy-go-lucky-fic.