Here is the next chapter, enjoy =)
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Lance: *writing on a piece of paper like in journal form* To any of you readers out there, please help me. I have eaten nothing but sweets like candy and chips…and through I don't really mind eating nothing but junk food and sitting around all day doing nothing but watching TV, I miss my old life, where I got to live in a house full of nuts.
Me: Oh Lance? Lance dear? Where are you? We have another chapter for this story to write, like…NOW!
Lance: *checking the lock on the door, seeing it is good, goes back to writing* I miss my life where I had barely nothing to eat, and had to put up with insane people like Pietro or Todd. But all of them put together are not half as bad as living with this person.
Me: *yelling* LANCE ALVERS! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!
Lance: *writing faster* I have been kidnapped and held without my willing by this insane crazy writer that is calling herself an author and goes by the name sir-black. She is insane and sick minded I tell you all this. She is putting me in this story where I have to baby-sit all the X-Men brats! And if someone would help me to escape her, I wouldn't mind watching them. SHE INSANE! MORE THEN TABBY! If she is not sleeping, or not tutoring me with writing this story, she is talking about this guy she likes at school, which I don't cry for. My point is that I miss my old life and that if there is someone out there, please, I beg you on my knees, PLEASE HELP ME!
Me: *shock* LANCE! I'm hurt! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I AM INSANE AND SICK MINDED? JUST BECAUSE I LIKE BLOOD AND SEEING PEOPLE IN PAIN DOESN'T MAKE ME SICK! And I AM an author…a very poor one, but still! I can't believe you would write something like that!
Lance: *shock and writing* you can see what I am writing?
Me: DUH! This is MY house is it not? Of course I have my little hidden devices all within it cracks, so I can spy on you at all times *evil smirk* BESIDES! Don't I treat you well? I feed you my GOOD junk food, let you watch sports on my TV, porn when I am not around, and I give you a warm comfy bed to sleep in. All you have to do is listen to my talk about that one guy I like at school, but not all the time.
Lance: *writing* hmm…
Me: AND YOU CALL ME INSANE! *Looks at watch* GREAT! Now we are 2 minutes behind schedule! Come out of that door before I go in there.
Lance: *writes* But it is lock
Me: You think so huh?
Lance: *writes* yes…
Me: Your dumb Lance.
Lance: *writes* someone please help me-
Me: HEY! STOP THAT! WE ARE BEHIND WRITING MY STORY SO COME OUT NOW! Plus Lance, even if you get that letter in the mail, no one would help you, because they wouldn't know where the place was. *Smirks* that is why I live in the middle of the woods.
Lance: *writes* Oh so that is why you want to kidnap that boy. So no one will find him and you can have him all to yourself and scare the poor kid too I bet.
Me: Lance…your just dumb.
Lance's Brain: I agree to that.
Lance's Ears: Ahem to that brother.
Me: Now on with my story! (A/n: I will admit…that was a pitifully intro to this, but oh well.)
STORY STORY
The scene is where Lance is baby-sitting the new people's son in town. He is a little doubtfully seeing how no one stays there for more then 2 days, but seeing in the newspaper that the job paid $20 dollars an hour, he took it. He knocks on the front door.
Lance: Is this the place that needs a baby-sitting and will pay $20 an hour?
Dark figure for behind the barely crack door: YES! OH YES! *rushes Lance inside* I am so glad you are here, now I will be back in about 6 hours. He is in the basement playing so don't bother him. The kitchen is to your right, help yourself but don't eat too much, and don't eat the meat. The living room is to your left and try to keep the sound down, he hates loud noises. The bathroom is down the hall the 2nd door to your right. Now don't go down stair at all, even if you hear any sounds, or the bedrooms. *Grabs a purse, along with a coat and leaves out the door*
Lance: *dumb-founded* Ok?
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(Lance: Ok wait!
Me: What now?
Lance: Don't you think I wouldn't be there if I couldn't go down to the basement and that I couldn't see the "figure's face." Don't you think I would be getting out of there fast?
Lance's Brain: WOW! I think that Lance is getting some sense in that head of his.
Lance's Ear: REALLY?!
Lance: SHUT UP!
ME: Ok…..seeing how I would just "love" to go on with this topic that has arisen, but we can't. We are already behind schedule no thanks to Lance's letter before the story, and well now….Back to my story!
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Lance's brain: Dumb-founded! HA!
Me: HEY! That is NOT your line!
Lance's brain: I know but Lance is dumb already and he can't find dumb.
Me: Well….yeah….hmmm…*starches head*
Lance's brain: So I think we should-
Me: HEY I'M THE AUTHOR HERE!
Lance's brain: Yes I know but-
ME: SO SHUT UP! I GAVE YOU LIFE AND I CAN TAKE IT AWAY IF I WANT TO! I WILL PUT YOU BACK INTO THAT SMALL HEAD OF LANCE FOREVER SO BE QUIET AND LET ME FINSHED MY STORY!
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Lance: Wow. This is a pretty bid house, and it is pretty roomy.
Lance's brain: Duh!
Lance: I wonder where the kid could be now.
Lance's brain: In the basement you dumbass! Why else would that person be like "don't go in the basement."
Lance: Oh well, at least I will be getting paid good money. Better money then most jobs for once.
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(A/N from the brain: Why do I have such dumb lines in this story and why does it seem that I am the only smart one here?)
Me: WOW! WHAT!? Was that an A/N not from me and saying that the brain here is the ONLY smart one?
Lance's ear: Yes it was!
Lance's brain: YOU TRATIOR YOU!
Me: That it! *grabs Lance's brain and stuffs him in Lance's head again*
Brian: NO MERCY OH GREAT ONE PLEASE!
Me: HEY! Lance can insult me all he wants, but when you say there the ONLY smart one here, haha….you're going back in the head.
Brain: NO! IT'S DARK IN HERE! And smelly.
Ear: Hehehe! *thinks* My plan to win that girl's heart is almost done! Now all I have to do it get rid of that boy she is obsessed with at school.
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Lance: *hears a sound* I wonder what that is.
Me: Damn! If I didn't kill his brain I could have him say stupid like "Lance you're the dumbest person alive. I course you wonder what that sound was because you don't know what it is, or something like that. But I killed it, oh well.
Lance's ear: I want to know what it is.
Lance: *goes towards the sounds* I don' t think that can be the kid now. *hears a howl* No it can't be.
Lance's ear: Come on! Let's go see what it is!
Lance's eyes: NO! It probably something that I don't what to see!
Lance's ear: You two are such scary cats. *hears a door creak slowly open* Let's go
Lance's eyes: NO! Feet stay!
Lance's Feet: Screw you eyes! *Lance goes to the door*
Lance: Hello anyone there?
???: grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Lance: Hello?
???: Where in MY House.
Lance: I'm the baby-sitting. Who are you?
???: My name is Logan, now leave. You are NOT welcome here. (A/N from Lance: Wow….sounds like the author herself and not Logan)
Lance: I can't leave, I have to watch you, that is my job.
Logan: Leave….NOW
Lance: I can't now. What me to read you a story instead?
Me: Man….I need a brain, for all the witty comments. Like this one "Well of course Lance, he wants you to read a story. That is why he said leave…NOW! Why do I have to be in this body of this stupid person?"
Logan: grr…..Leave.
Lance: I can't I told you.
Lance's eyes: RUN! JUST RUN! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE ULGY THING THERE! Heck! He doesn't want us here, so lets leave.
Lance's feet: Hmm…I'm frozen.
Lance's eyes: ….you would be now.
Logan: *howls* Leave or die.
Lance: hmm….
Me: Ok enough…I am bored with writing now so cut. I need to find a new brain.
The scene ends with Logan jumping out of the basement's door and Lance barley missing his crawls. Lance runs like a chicken with his head cut off (Runs like he always does really) out the door and into his house where he locks the door and hides under the covers of his bed for the rest of the day.
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A/N: Ok I know that didn't follow my rule for the story, but it was funny….yes? Now I need a brain for Lance's brain that was RUDE to me in this story. Maybe I should put an ad out, oh well. Next chapter will be hmm….Gambit or Rouge…maybe. I don't know yet. Just read and review please and thanks=)
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Lance: *writing on a piece of paper like in journal form* To any of you readers out there, please help me. I have eaten nothing but sweets like candy and chips…and through I don't really mind eating nothing but junk food and sitting around all day doing nothing but watching TV, I miss my old life, where I got to live in a house full of nuts.
Me: Oh Lance? Lance dear? Where are you? We have another chapter for this story to write, like…NOW!
Lance: *checking the lock on the door, seeing it is good, goes back to writing* I miss my life where I had barely nothing to eat, and had to put up with insane people like Pietro or Todd. But all of them put together are not half as bad as living with this person.
Me: *yelling* LANCE ALVERS! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!
Lance: *writing faster* I have been kidnapped and held without my willing by this insane crazy writer that is calling herself an author and goes by the name sir-black. She is insane and sick minded I tell you all this. She is putting me in this story where I have to baby-sit all the X-Men brats! And if someone would help me to escape her, I wouldn't mind watching them. SHE INSANE! MORE THEN TABBY! If she is not sleeping, or not tutoring me with writing this story, she is talking about this guy she likes at school, which I don't cry for. My point is that I miss my old life and that if there is someone out there, please, I beg you on my knees, PLEASE HELP ME!
Me: *shock* LANCE! I'm hurt! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I AM INSANE AND SICK MINDED? JUST BECAUSE I LIKE BLOOD AND SEEING PEOPLE IN PAIN DOESN'T MAKE ME SICK! And I AM an author…a very poor one, but still! I can't believe you would write something like that!
Lance: *shock and writing* you can see what I am writing?
Me: DUH! This is MY house is it not? Of course I have my little hidden devices all within it cracks, so I can spy on you at all times *evil smirk* BESIDES! Don't I treat you well? I feed you my GOOD junk food, let you watch sports on my TV, porn when I am not around, and I give you a warm comfy bed to sleep in. All you have to do is listen to my talk about that one guy I like at school, but not all the time.
Lance: *writing* hmm…
Me: AND YOU CALL ME INSANE! *Looks at watch* GREAT! Now we are 2 minutes behind schedule! Come out of that door before I go in there.
Lance: *writes* But it is lock
Me: You think so huh?
Lance: *writes* yes…
Me: Your dumb Lance.
Lance: *writes* someone please help me-
Me: HEY! STOP THAT! WE ARE BEHIND WRITING MY STORY SO COME OUT NOW! Plus Lance, even if you get that letter in the mail, no one would help you, because they wouldn't know where the place was. *Smirks* that is why I live in the middle of the woods.
Lance: *writes* Oh so that is why you want to kidnap that boy. So no one will find him and you can have him all to yourself and scare the poor kid too I bet.
Me: Lance…your just dumb.
Lance's Brain: I agree to that.
Lance's Ears: Ahem to that brother.
Me: Now on with my story! (A/n: I will admit…that was a pitifully intro to this, but oh well.)
STORY STORY
The scene is where Lance is baby-sitting the new people's son in town. He is a little doubtfully seeing how no one stays there for more then 2 days, but seeing in the newspaper that the job paid $20 dollars an hour, he took it. He knocks on the front door.
Lance: Is this the place that needs a baby-sitting and will pay $20 an hour?
Dark figure for behind the barely crack door: YES! OH YES! *rushes Lance inside* I am so glad you are here, now I will be back in about 6 hours. He is in the basement playing so don't bother him. The kitchen is to your right, help yourself but don't eat too much, and don't eat the meat. The living room is to your left and try to keep the sound down, he hates loud noises. The bathroom is down the hall the 2nd door to your right. Now don't go down stair at all, even if you hear any sounds, or the bedrooms. *Grabs a purse, along with a coat and leaves out the door*
Lance: *dumb-founded* Ok?
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(Lance: Ok wait!
Me: What now?
Lance: Don't you think I wouldn't be there if I couldn't go down to the basement and that I couldn't see the "figure's face." Don't you think I would be getting out of there fast?
Lance's Brain: WOW! I think that Lance is getting some sense in that head of his.
Lance's Ear: REALLY?!
Lance: SHUT UP!
ME: Ok…..seeing how I would just "love" to go on with this topic that has arisen, but we can't. We are already behind schedule no thanks to Lance's letter before the story, and well now….Back to my story!
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Lance's brain: Dumb-founded! HA!
Me: HEY! That is NOT your line!
Lance's brain: I know but Lance is dumb already and he can't find dumb.
Me: Well….yeah….hmmm…*starches head*
Lance's brain: So I think we should-
Me: HEY I'M THE AUTHOR HERE!
Lance's brain: Yes I know but-
ME: SO SHUT UP! I GAVE YOU LIFE AND I CAN TAKE IT AWAY IF I WANT TO! I WILL PUT YOU BACK INTO THAT SMALL HEAD OF LANCE FOREVER SO BE QUIET AND LET ME FINSHED MY STORY!
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Lance: Wow. This is a pretty bid house, and it is pretty roomy.
Lance's brain: Duh!
Lance: I wonder where the kid could be now.
Lance's brain: In the basement you dumbass! Why else would that person be like "don't go in the basement."
Lance: Oh well, at least I will be getting paid good money. Better money then most jobs for once.
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(A/N from the brain: Why do I have such dumb lines in this story and why does it seem that I am the only smart one here?)
Me: WOW! WHAT!? Was that an A/N not from me and saying that the brain here is the ONLY smart one?
Lance's ear: Yes it was!
Lance's brain: YOU TRATIOR YOU!
Me: That it! *grabs Lance's brain and stuffs him in Lance's head again*
Brian: NO MERCY OH GREAT ONE PLEASE!
Me: HEY! Lance can insult me all he wants, but when you say there the ONLY smart one here, haha….you're going back in the head.
Brain: NO! IT'S DARK IN HERE! And smelly.
Ear: Hehehe! *thinks* My plan to win that girl's heart is almost done! Now all I have to do it get rid of that boy she is obsessed with at school.
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Lance: *hears a sound* I wonder what that is.
Me: Damn! If I didn't kill his brain I could have him say stupid like "Lance you're the dumbest person alive. I course you wonder what that sound was because you don't know what it is, or something like that. But I killed it, oh well.
Lance's ear: I want to know what it is.
Lance: *goes towards the sounds* I don' t think that can be the kid now. *hears a howl* No it can't be.
Lance's ear: Come on! Let's go see what it is!
Lance's eyes: NO! It probably something that I don't what to see!
Lance's ear: You two are such scary cats. *hears a door creak slowly open* Let's go
Lance's eyes: NO! Feet stay!
Lance's Feet: Screw you eyes! *Lance goes to the door*
Lance: Hello anyone there?
???: grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Lance: Hello?
???: Where in MY House.
Lance: I'm the baby-sitting. Who are you?
???: My name is Logan, now leave. You are NOT welcome here. (A/N from Lance: Wow….sounds like the author herself and not Logan)
Lance: I can't leave, I have to watch you, that is my job.
Logan: Leave….NOW
Lance: I can't now. What me to read you a story instead?
Me: Man….I need a brain, for all the witty comments. Like this one "Well of course Lance, he wants you to read a story. That is why he said leave…NOW! Why do I have to be in this body of this stupid person?"
Logan: grr…..Leave.
Lance: I can't I told you.
Lance's eyes: RUN! JUST RUN! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE ULGY THING THERE! Heck! He doesn't want us here, so lets leave.
Lance's feet: Hmm…I'm frozen.
Lance's eyes: ….you would be now.
Logan: *howls* Leave or die.
Lance: hmm….
Me: Ok enough…I am bored with writing now so cut. I need to find a new brain.
The scene ends with Logan jumping out of the basement's door and Lance barley missing his crawls. Lance runs like a chicken with his head cut off (Runs like he always does really) out the door and into his house where he locks the door and hides under the covers of his bed for the rest of the day.
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A/N: Ok I know that didn't follow my rule for the story, but it was funny….yes? Now I need a brain for Lance's brain that was RUDE to me in this story. Maybe I should put an ad out, oh well. Next chapter will be hmm….Gambit or Rouge…maybe. I don't know yet. Just read and review please and thanks=)