Hey guys!
I'm so sorry it took me this long to update, but you see, I'm a really big loser and I'm in AV club and I'm the only bloody girl to boot! But I digress, we have a video for the school due on the last day, so I've been spending mad amounts of hours trying to bend imovie3 to my will, (not an easy task) any-who, so I've been preoccupied, but here's the next installment, I hope you enjoy!
**if you have any input, or ideas that you think might be cool, pass them along, cause you never know, you might just see them in the next chapter!**
This chapter is dedicated to Maat: Happy Belated B-Day my dear! Enjoy the car!
Ingrid's nervous system was at full throttle, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, snapping her head back to look straight ahead at the alter, her vision swam, white fluffy blotches danced in front of her.
He had turned to look at her, clearly surprised by her presence, seeing as he had jumped a bit startled in the pew.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him resume his kneeled position; once again his forehead resting on his hands, leaning on the back of the pew in front of him. He was mumbling something very softly, obviously paying no heed to her at the moment.
Initially, Ingrid saw this as her opportunity to make a mad dash for the door, her muscles clenched preparing to run, however, her curiosity, yet again compelled her to stay rooted in her seat.
Straining to hear what he was saying, she craned her neck in his general direction. Recognizing the rhythm of the prayer she realized it was the Apostle's Creed. In her tizzyed state, her mind latched on to the familiar rhythm, and she began to mentally recite the prayer, almost in a daze she prayed:
.I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit
and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius
Pilate, was crucified, died and was bur-
Ingrid's meandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he sat up, straitening, no longer on his knees and sitting in the bench. She felt herself being drawn to look at him. Soon a pair of simple, brown eyes met the blank and un-blinking gaze of a pair of garish yellow orbs.
Her mouth ran dry, her hands twitched in the in the irritating stillness of the parish. She looked at him closer, and for the first time noticed that he was hairy, really hairy, actually more like furry. Again her frazzled mind wandered,
It's like Alan's dog, Kegs. She mused.
Her mind raced on; thinking about how dirty Kegs would get in the summer and how he was such a pain to wash, washing brought her to the topic of soap., shampoo..., family value sized bottles of Pert Plus, all these peculiarly connected thoughts raced in her mind.
"Wow you must use a lot of shampoo. -----" The comment lead to an odd silence that lasted until Ingrid's brain caught up with her mouth, finally realizing what she said, her hands, flew to her mouth deftly stifling her from letting another word slip.
He tilted his head to the right, as if too need to reflect on what she said, braking their staring contest, he glanced down at his hands and arms, then bring up his hand he touched his fuzzy cheek, letting his gaze drift back to the girl sitting in front of him, Kurt's face broke into a feral grin.
The girl's eyes grew wide as saucers, her hands still clamped over her mouth, he noted, the tips of her fingers were turning white.
He couldn't hold it back any more, he broke out in howling laughter. Losing all self-control he spazismed in the pew, grabbing his sides, as he continued to hoot. He pointed a thick blue tinged finger at her, and attempted to speak but his words were overcome by more giggles.
Ingrid had let her hands fall from her mouth as it now had dropped and flapped against the floor as she stared gaping at the, the, .. person before her, laughing at her none the less!
Geez it's not that funny, she thought, now slightly more irritated than scared.
As the moments passed; the laughter subsided into snickers, and then to a sporadic snorts. He once again drew silent, his eyes bore deep into her, he took at deep ragged breath, the aftereffect of his "fit." He seemed to be deciding on whether or not to say something.
After another hesitant pause, he spoke.
"Guten morgan frauline, it is so lovely to finally see you in something other than your running costume." With that he leaned back in the pew, acting causally, as if he had just commented on the weather.
It was then, for the first time in her short life, Ingrid E. Amerst, who was notorious for classic "one-liners" was speechless.
Minutes passed, the parish erupted into deafening silence. Ingrid stayed bolt right in her seat, gaping at the young man before her.. ..He knew about me?...
**Okay, yes I'm horrible and I know that that's the crappiest place to end a chapter but, that's all the time I have right now to write. Exams start Monday so, a new chapter won't be up until later next week, unless my ADD kicks in and I try to avoid studying by writing. I just want to let every one know that I truly appreciate all the wonderful reviews I have received, it's all such wonderful encouragement!**
You know what to do now, loyal readers! Yes that's right review! Yippe!
I'm so sorry it took me this long to update, but you see, I'm a really big loser and I'm in AV club and I'm the only bloody girl to boot! But I digress, we have a video for the school due on the last day, so I've been spending mad amounts of hours trying to bend imovie3 to my will, (not an easy task) any-who, so I've been preoccupied, but here's the next installment, I hope you enjoy!
**if you have any input, or ideas that you think might be cool, pass them along, cause you never know, you might just see them in the next chapter!**
This chapter is dedicated to Maat: Happy Belated B-Day my dear! Enjoy the car!
Ingrid's nervous system was at full throttle, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, snapping her head back to look straight ahead at the alter, her vision swam, white fluffy blotches danced in front of her.
He had turned to look at her, clearly surprised by her presence, seeing as he had jumped a bit startled in the pew.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him resume his kneeled position; once again his forehead resting on his hands, leaning on the back of the pew in front of him. He was mumbling something very softly, obviously paying no heed to her at the moment.
Initially, Ingrid saw this as her opportunity to make a mad dash for the door, her muscles clenched preparing to run, however, her curiosity, yet again compelled her to stay rooted in her seat.
Straining to hear what he was saying, she craned her neck in his general direction. Recognizing the rhythm of the prayer she realized it was the Apostle's Creed. In her tizzyed state, her mind latched on to the familiar rhythm, and she began to mentally recite the prayer, almost in a daze she prayed:
.I believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit
and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius
Pilate, was crucified, died and was bur-
Ingrid's meandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he sat up, straitening, no longer on his knees and sitting in the bench. She felt herself being drawn to look at him. Soon a pair of simple, brown eyes met the blank and un-blinking gaze of a pair of garish yellow orbs.
Her mouth ran dry, her hands twitched in the in the irritating stillness of the parish. She looked at him closer, and for the first time noticed that he was hairy, really hairy, actually more like furry. Again her frazzled mind wandered,
It's like Alan's dog, Kegs. She mused.
Her mind raced on; thinking about how dirty Kegs would get in the summer and how he was such a pain to wash, washing brought her to the topic of soap., shampoo..., family value sized bottles of Pert Plus, all these peculiarly connected thoughts raced in her mind.
"Wow you must use a lot of shampoo. -----" The comment lead to an odd silence that lasted until Ingrid's brain caught up with her mouth, finally realizing what she said, her hands, flew to her mouth deftly stifling her from letting another word slip.
He tilted his head to the right, as if too need to reflect on what she said, braking their staring contest, he glanced down at his hands and arms, then bring up his hand he touched his fuzzy cheek, letting his gaze drift back to the girl sitting in front of him, Kurt's face broke into a feral grin.
The girl's eyes grew wide as saucers, her hands still clamped over her mouth, he noted, the tips of her fingers were turning white.
He couldn't hold it back any more, he broke out in howling laughter. Losing all self-control he spazismed in the pew, grabbing his sides, as he continued to hoot. He pointed a thick blue tinged finger at her, and attempted to speak but his words were overcome by more giggles.
Ingrid had let her hands fall from her mouth as it now had dropped and flapped against the floor as she stared gaping at the, the, .. person before her, laughing at her none the less!
Geez it's not that funny, she thought, now slightly more irritated than scared.
As the moments passed; the laughter subsided into snickers, and then to a sporadic snorts. He once again drew silent, his eyes bore deep into her, he took at deep ragged breath, the aftereffect of his "fit." He seemed to be deciding on whether or not to say something.
After another hesitant pause, he spoke.
"Guten morgan frauline, it is so lovely to finally see you in something other than your running costume." With that he leaned back in the pew, acting causally, as if he had just commented on the weather.
It was then, for the first time in her short life, Ingrid E. Amerst, who was notorious for classic "one-liners" was speechless.
Minutes passed, the parish erupted into deafening silence. Ingrid stayed bolt right in her seat, gaping at the young man before her.. ..He knew about me?...
**Okay, yes I'm horrible and I know that that's the crappiest place to end a chapter but, that's all the time I have right now to write. Exams start Monday so, a new chapter won't be up until later next week, unless my ADD kicks in and I try to avoid studying by writing. I just want to let every one know that I truly appreciate all the wonderful reviews I have received, it's all such wonderful encouragement!**
You know what to do now, loyal readers! Yes that's right review! Yippe!