C2A4: warning for some: there is a long conversation about boxers towards
the end. Beware
002: MARINERS SUCK!
C2A4: MARINER CAN KICK THE YANKEES ASSES!
Leah: ignore them, please read and review!
~*~*~*~*~*
"Live with me," I said as Emily and I were walking through the woods that night.
"What?" she asked while looking at me.
"Well, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' a house. And I was wondering if you wanted to live with me," I explained. "I don't want ya walking 'round the streets anymore."
"Since when have you been this caring?" she laughed.
"Em, ya know I don't want ya to get hurt!"
"I've already died, what else can happen to me?"
"Emily, we may be cyborgs.and half canine in your case, but we can still get killed."
"I know, I know, but I can fight better now! I have a gun and teeth!" she said.
"That's not really fighting. Fighting is punching and kicking and dodging."
"I know."
"So, will ya live with me?"
"I have no choice."
"Good!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Leah, you in here?" I called while knocking on 0019 and 0020's room.
"Yeah, hold on!" Leah called. I heard a thud before the door swung open. "Hi! What do you want?"
"Doc Gilmore told me to tell you that you're going to Africa with me for awhile, okay?"
"Fine with me!" she said happily. "I've always wanted to see your homeland! I mean, Japan has gotten so boring and America sounds dangerous with Em getting killed and all."
"You've been to Japan?"
"I used to live there with Joe. We're both orphans and framed for murder. We didn't kill anyone, though," Leah said when she saw my shocked face.
"Okay, good. I don't a murderer living with me!" I said in a relieved voice.
"I'll be living with you?"
"Yeah. You don't want to be living on your own, do you? You don't know anything about Africa!"
"True. See ya later!"
~*~*~*~A few months down the road.
"You call this a small TV, Jet?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I stared at the large screen TV.
"It was the smallest they had!" he said innocently.
"Jet.the screen is as large as a movie screen!"
"I know! Isn't it cool? This way, watching the Mariners get their butts kicked by the Yankees is more fun!"
"The Mariners can kick the Yankees asses." This is what happens when a person from New York talks baseball with a person from Aberdeen, Washington.
"Mariners suck!"
"Yankees suck!"
"Mariners!"
"Yankees!"
"MARINERS!"
"YANKEES!"
"M-A-R-I-N-E-R-S!"
"Y-A-N-K-E-E-S!
"YANKEES SUCK BECAUSE THEY LOOSE WAY MORE THAN THE MARINERS!" I shouted.
"MARINERS SUCK BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BUNCH OF OLD GEEZERS!" Jet shouted.
"EDGAR MARTINEZ AND JAMIE MOYER ROCK!"
"NO THEY DO NOT!"
"YES THEY DO!"
"NO THEY DON'T!"
"At least the Mariners don't ask for millions of dollars to play. Only a few million does them good," I said stubbornly before going back outside to get more boxes.
I liked the house Jet had bought. It was in the middle of a forest in Grays Harbor. It wasn't s big as a mansion, but it was pretty close. It had about fifteen bedrooms, fifteen and a-half baths, a huge kitchen, a game room, a guest house, a huge a living room, all of the bedrooms were huge.everything was huge!
"You need help?" Jet asked while stacking five boxes and carrying them.
"No," I said while grabbing my last two boxes.
"Okay."
That night, we had cereal for dinner.
"So, you gunna get a job?" Jet asked.
"Yeah. There's an opening for a tattoo artist downtown. I think I'll try for either that or a go to college and get a degree in being a nurse."
Jet smirked as he took a bite of his cereal.
"What're you smirking at?" I asked.
"You in a nurses outfit: tight skirt, tight shirt, garters, high heels, and that little nurse's hat,' he said.
"I am definitely taking the tattoo artist job."
"I never said you would look hot." Jet said innocently.
"Yeah, but I know what you were thinking."
"Oh? What was I thinking?"
"You were thinkin' that a lot of guy would be hitting on me."
"True. I cannot allow that."
"Why?"
"I don't want no guys staring at your butt!"
"004 was a few weeks ago."
"I'LL KILL HIM!"
"Over protective best friend," I sighed.
~*~*~*~*On the Dolphin, in Africa
"Hey, 004, it looks like 002 left something!" I said.
"What is it, Leah?" 004 asked.
"A picture of him and Em. Apparently it's Christmas and there's mist- " I broke off and he grabbed the picture.
"AH! JET KISSED MY GIRL!" 004 shouted.
"Over protective wannabe boyfriend," I sighed as I grabbed a book and began reading.
~*~*~*~*back at Jet and Emily's
"He seriously was staring at you butt?" I asked.
"Yeah.don' know why, though.I was wearing my wolf pants. I highly doubt anyone can get a good look at my butt while I'm wearing those," Emily said while setting her bowl in the sink.
"Your boxers were showing that day."
"Oh, so he wanted to look at the eagle on my arse?"
"I guess-hey! THOSE ARE MY BOXERS!"
"Oh, your right.I knew I got the wrong pile of clothes that week!" she said with a smile. Then she headed for the stairs. "Oh, by the way, I'm gunna keep those boxers, 'cause they are silky and I don't own any silky boxers!"
"Not fair! I get a pair of your boxers then!" I called while putting my bowl in the sink. 'How did the conversation turn to boxers?' I thought.
~*~*~*~*~*
C2A4: I told ya'll there'll be a boxer conversation!
002: I want my boxers back
C2A4: you ain't getin' 'em!
C2A4&002 go on about boxers for three weeks...
004: Hi! Sundaes to all that review!
002: MARINERS SUCK!
C2A4: MARINER CAN KICK THE YANKEES ASSES!
Leah: ignore them, please read and review!
~*~*~*~*~*
"Live with me," I said as Emily and I were walking through the woods that night.
"What?" she asked while looking at me.
"Well, I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' a house. And I was wondering if you wanted to live with me," I explained. "I don't want ya walking 'round the streets anymore."
"Since when have you been this caring?" she laughed.
"Em, ya know I don't want ya to get hurt!"
"I've already died, what else can happen to me?"
"Emily, we may be cyborgs.and half canine in your case, but we can still get killed."
"I know, I know, but I can fight better now! I have a gun and teeth!" she said.
"That's not really fighting. Fighting is punching and kicking and dodging."
"I know."
"So, will ya live with me?"
"I have no choice."
"Good!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Leah, you in here?" I called while knocking on 0019 and 0020's room.
"Yeah, hold on!" Leah called. I heard a thud before the door swung open. "Hi! What do you want?"
"Doc Gilmore told me to tell you that you're going to Africa with me for awhile, okay?"
"Fine with me!" she said happily. "I've always wanted to see your homeland! I mean, Japan has gotten so boring and America sounds dangerous with Em getting killed and all."
"You've been to Japan?"
"I used to live there with Joe. We're both orphans and framed for murder. We didn't kill anyone, though," Leah said when she saw my shocked face.
"Okay, good. I don't a murderer living with me!" I said in a relieved voice.
"I'll be living with you?"
"Yeah. You don't want to be living on your own, do you? You don't know anything about Africa!"
"True. See ya later!"
~*~*~*~A few months down the road.
"You call this a small TV, Jet?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I stared at the large screen TV.
"It was the smallest they had!" he said innocently.
"Jet.the screen is as large as a movie screen!"
"I know! Isn't it cool? This way, watching the Mariners get their butts kicked by the Yankees is more fun!"
"The Mariners can kick the Yankees asses." This is what happens when a person from New York talks baseball with a person from Aberdeen, Washington.
"Mariners suck!"
"Yankees suck!"
"Mariners!"
"Yankees!"
"MARINERS!"
"YANKEES!"
"M-A-R-I-N-E-R-S!"
"Y-A-N-K-E-E-S!
"YANKEES SUCK BECAUSE THEY LOOSE WAY MORE THAN THE MARINERS!" I shouted.
"MARINERS SUCK BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BUNCH OF OLD GEEZERS!" Jet shouted.
"EDGAR MARTINEZ AND JAMIE MOYER ROCK!"
"NO THEY DO NOT!"
"YES THEY DO!"
"NO THEY DON'T!"
"At least the Mariners don't ask for millions of dollars to play. Only a few million does them good," I said stubbornly before going back outside to get more boxes.
I liked the house Jet had bought. It was in the middle of a forest in Grays Harbor. It wasn't s big as a mansion, but it was pretty close. It had about fifteen bedrooms, fifteen and a-half baths, a huge kitchen, a game room, a guest house, a huge a living room, all of the bedrooms were huge.everything was huge!
"You need help?" Jet asked while stacking five boxes and carrying them.
"No," I said while grabbing my last two boxes.
"Okay."
That night, we had cereal for dinner.
"So, you gunna get a job?" Jet asked.
"Yeah. There's an opening for a tattoo artist downtown. I think I'll try for either that or a go to college and get a degree in being a nurse."
Jet smirked as he took a bite of his cereal.
"What're you smirking at?" I asked.
"You in a nurses outfit: tight skirt, tight shirt, garters, high heels, and that little nurse's hat,' he said.
"I am definitely taking the tattoo artist job."
"I never said you would look hot." Jet said innocently.
"Yeah, but I know what you were thinking."
"Oh? What was I thinking?"
"You were thinkin' that a lot of guy would be hitting on me."
"True. I cannot allow that."
"Why?"
"I don't want no guys staring at your butt!"
"004 was a few weeks ago."
"I'LL KILL HIM!"
"Over protective best friend," I sighed.
~*~*~*~*On the Dolphin, in Africa
"Hey, 004, it looks like 002 left something!" I said.
"What is it, Leah?" 004 asked.
"A picture of him and Em. Apparently it's Christmas and there's mist- " I broke off and he grabbed the picture.
"AH! JET KISSED MY GIRL!" 004 shouted.
"Over protective wannabe boyfriend," I sighed as I grabbed a book and began reading.
~*~*~*~*back at Jet and Emily's
"He seriously was staring at you butt?" I asked.
"Yeah.don' know why, though.I was wearing my wolf pants. I highly doubt anyone can get a good look at my butt while I'm wearing those," Emily said while setting her bowl in the sink.
"Your boxers were showing that day."
"Oh, so he wanted to look at the eagle on my arse?"
"I guess-hey! THOSE ARE MY BOXERS!"
"Oh, your right.I knew I got the wrong pile of clothes that week!" she said with a smile. Then she headed for the stairs. "Oh, by the way, I'm gunna keep those boxers, 'cause they are silky and I don't own any silky boxers!"
"Not fair! I get a pair of your boxers then!" I called while putting my bowl in the sink. 'How did the conversation turn to boxers?' I thought.
~*~*~*~*~*
C2A4: I told ya'll there'll be a boxer conversation!
002: I want my boxers back
C2A4: you ain't getin' 'em!
C2A4&002 go on about boxers for three weeks...
004: Hi! Sundaes to all that review!