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a song by Simple Plan.
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Ch5
Nancy sat on her hotel bed sipping her 22nd coffee of the night at 5:30 the morning after she talked with Joe.
An electronic version of "God Must Hate Me" sounded and Nancy mechanically reached for her blue cell-phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Nancy," a male voice on the other end answered.
"Ned," Nancy stated coldly. "Do you know what time it is?"
Ned ignored her question. "Nancy I want to make things right,"
"We can't settle this so far apart, Ned," Nancy sighed.
"We can if we meet tonight. Meet me on the beach five miles north of your hotel at 7:37 tonight,"
*What is it about Ned that always draws me back?* Nancy asked herself. "I'll be there," she hung up. "You're looking for trouble, Drew" she muttered.
*flashback*
"I don't want you going to Miami by yourself!" Ned raised his voice.
"You can't tell me what I can and can't do Ned!" Nancy yelled.
"I'm worried that you'll get attacked or hurt!"
"I'm a big girl!" Nancy shot back. "I can take care of myself!"
"I just want you to go with someone!"
"Give me one good reason," Nancy crossed her arms over her chest.
"Because I want you to marry me!"
"You did not just propose to me in the middle of our fight,"
"Yes I did," Ned said.
"I can't believe you," Nancy sounded exasperated. "Proposals are supposed to be magical and beautiful, not some quick unthought thing to end an argument!"
"It's not just to end the fight," Ned argued. "I really want you to marry me,"
"Then ask me properly," Nancy said. "A proposal is supposed to be on a beach, with light waves crashing on the shore, and a sunset glowing in the sky. It's supposed to have a picnic with one cream colored candle in between us. There's supposed to be a thousand red rose pedals on the ground around us, and you need to be down on one knee with a ring in hand. You're supposed to sound romantic and perfect and this just isn't it!"
*end flashback*
"God I'm demanding," Nancy muttered.
* * *
"So that's who Viper is?" Joe asked, the next afternoon, pretending he hadn't heard the entire story already. Nancy nodded. "And you're sure you haven't left anything out?" He had noticed Nancy was careful to leave the rapes.
"I'm positive Joe," Nancy said, sneaking him a warning look.
"Viper's name sure suits her well," Frank said. "Never heard of anyone more like a snake,"
Nancy gave a weak smile.
"I have to get to work," Joe said. "Woolwich decided I would make a good cabana boy today,"
"I should probably get to work too. I get to be a bartender," Frank remarked.
"Woolwich does know you're only 18 right?" Nancy asked. Frank nodded. "Just thought I'd confirm that,"
"What are you planning on doing tonight?" Frank asked Nancy.
"I'm going to try and get some form of vacation in," Nancy half-lied. After all, it wasn't related to the case, but it wasn't likely to be relaxing.
"If anything happens--" Joe began
"I've memorized both your cell-phone numbers," Nancy finished. "I've got it all under control.
The boys said good-bye and left the room.
Nancy glanced at her watch and decided she better head out to the beach.
* * *
Nancy stepped onto the sand on the empty beach. She scanned it for any sign of Ned, and saw him about half a mile away.
He stood barefoot on a red blanket.
As she got closer, Nancy realized that the blanket wasn't red but crème. It was covered in.
"A thousand red rose petals," Nancy whispered.
In the center of the blanket was a single crème candle. Off to the side was a picnic basket.
She looked at the ocean and saw light waves breaking on the shore. On the sky was the perfect sunset. Her watch read exactly 7:37.
"Do you like it?" Ned asked as she reached the blanket.
"Are you kidding?" Nancy responded. "I love it!" she threw her arms around him. "This is amazing. You found the day where the time of the sunset matched corresponded with low-tide, and you got a thousand red rose petals, and. you did everything I asked for,"
"So then I guess there's only one thing left," Ned said.
He pulled out a crème colored velvet box and got down on one knee. "Nancy Lalika Drew, will you marry me?"
Nancy paused. "Ned you know I can't. I'm only 18,"
"So? My parents were only sixteen when they got married," Ned pointed out.
"But that was a different time," Nancy told him. "If it weren't such a huge age difference, it might be different, but my dad will never go for this. You're parents won't. You know they don't approve of you dating me,"
(Author's Note: just pretend that's true.)
"This has never been a problem for you before Nancy," Ned began. "Why is it now?"
"Ned this is a serious thing now. It's making me think more,"
"Are you saying that what we have isn't serious?" Ned questioned beginning to get angry.
"Ned you know that's not what I'm saying," Nancy ran a hand through her hair. She looked at Ned. "Maybe it's best if we both calm down and talked about this when I get home. You have to get back to your finals anyways,"
"Finals ended early," Ned replied. "But you're probably right.
"So I'll see you then?"
Ned nodded.
Nancy gave a sad smile, turned and walked away.
* * *
Nancy wrapped her arms tighter around herself as the night grew darker. She had been wandering around Miami for an hour and was now walking through a cemetery.
"He knew what I'd say," Nancy muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Why would he do that?"
Footsteps resounded behind her but she barely noticed.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," said a voice.
Nancy whirled around and felt something hard slam into her forehead.
She felt a sharp pain in her arm as she fell to the ground and blacked out.
That's all. Again thank you all for the reviews. I'll try to post the next chapter soon.
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews!
Ch5
Nancy sat on her hotel bed sipping her 22nd coffee of the night at 5:30 the morning after she talked with Joe.
An electronic version of "God Must Hate Me" sounded and Nancy mechanically reached for her blue cell-phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Nancy," a male voice on the other end answered.
"Ned," Nancy stated coldly. "Do you know what time it is?"
Ned ignored her question. "Nancy I want to make things right,"
"We can't settle this so far apart, Ned," Nancy sighed.
"We can if we meet tonight. Meet me on the beach five miles north of your hotel at 7:37 tonight,"
*What is it about Ned that always draws me back?* Nancy asked herself. "I'll be there," she hung up. "You're looking for trouble, Drew" she muttered.
*flashback*
"I don't want you going to Miami by yourself!" Ned raised his voice.
"You can't tell me what I can and can't do Ned!" Nancy yelled.
"I'm worried that you'll get attacked or hurt!"
"I'm a big girl!" Nancy shot back. "I can take care of myself!"
"I just want you to go with someone!"
"Give me one good reason," Nancy crossed her arms over her chest.
"Because I want you to marry me!"
"You did not just propose to me in the middle of our fight,"
"Yes I did," Ned said.
"I can't believe you," Nancy sounded exasperated. "Proposals are supposed to be magical and beautiful, not some quick unthought thing to end an argument!"
"It's not just to end the fight," Ned argued. "I really want you to marry me,"
"Then ask me properly," Nancy said. "A proposal is supposed to be on a beach, with light waves crashing on the shore, and a sunset glowing in the sky. It's supposed to have a picnic with one cream colored candle in between us. There's supposed to be a thousand red rose pedals on the ground around us, and you need to be down on one knee with a ring in hand. You're supposed to sound romantic and perfect and this just isn't it!"
*end flashback*
"God I'm demanding," Nancy muttered.
* * *
"So that's who Viper is?" Joe asked, the next afternoon, pretending he hadn't heard the entire story already. Nancy nodded. "And you're sure you haven't left anything out?" He had noticed Nancy was careful to leave the rapes.
"I'm positive Joe," Nancy said, sneaking him a warning look.
"Viper's name sure suits her well," Frank said. "Never heard of anyone more like a snake,"
Nancy gave a weak smile.
"I have to get to work," Joe said. "Woolwich decided I would make a good cabana boy today,"
"I should probably get to work too. I get to be a bartender," Frank remarked.
"Woolwich does know you're only 18 right?" Nancy asked. Frank nodded. "Just thought I'd confirm that,"
"What are you planning on doing tonight?" Frank asked Nancy.
"I'm going to try and get some form of vacation in," Nancy half-lied. After all, it wasn't related to the case, but it wasn't likely to be relaxing.
"If anything happens--" Joe began
"I've memorized both your cell-phone numbers," Nancy finished. "I've got it all under control.
The boys said good-bye and left the room.
Nancy glanced at her watch and decided she better head out to the beach.
* * *
Nancy stepped onto the sand on the empty beach. She scanned it for any sign of Ned, and saw him about half a mile away.
He stood barefoot on a red blanket.
As she got closer, Nancy realized that the blanket wasn't red but crème. It was covered in.
"A thousand red rose petals," Nancy whispered.
In the center of the blanket was a single crème candle. Off to the side was a picnic basket.
She looked at the ocean and saw light waves breaking on the shore. On the sky was the perfect sunset. Her watch read exactly 7:37.
"Do you like it?" Ned asked as she reached the blanket.
"Are you kidding?" Nancy responded. "I love it!" she threw her arms around him. "This is amazing. You found the day where the time of the sunset matched corresponded with low-tide, and you got a thousand red rose petals, and. you did everything I asked for,"
"So then I guess there's only one thing left," Ned said.
He pulled out a crème colored velvet box and got down on one knee. "Nancy Lalika Drew, will you marry me?"
Nancy paused. "Ned you know I can't. I'm only 18,"
"So? My parents were only sixteen when they got married," Ned pointed out.
"But that was a different time," Nancy told him. "If it weren't such a huge age difference, it might be different, but my dad will never go for this. You're parents won't. You know they don't approve of you dating me,"
(Author's Note: just pretend that's true.)
"This has never been a problem for you before Nancy," Ned began. "Why is it now?"
"Ned this is a serious thing now. It's making me think more,"
"Are you saying that what we have isn't serious?" Ned questioned beginning to get angry.
"Ned you know that's not what I'm saying," Nancy ran a hand through her hair. She looked at Ned. "Maybe it's best if we both calm down and talked about this when I get home. You have to get back to your finals anyways,"
"Finals ended early," Ned replied. "But you're probably right.
"So I'll see you then?"
Ned nodded.
Nancy gave a sad smile, turned and walked away.
* * *
Nancy wrapped her arms tighter around herself as the night grew darker. She had been wandering around Miami for an hour and was now walking through a cemetery.
"He knew what I'd say," Nancy muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Why would he do that?"
Footsteps resounded behind her but she barely noticed.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," said a voice.
Nancy whirled around and felt something hard slam into her forehead.
She felt a sharp pain in her arm as she fell to the ground and blacked out.
That's all. Again thank you all for the reviews. I'll try to post the next chapter soon.