Author's Note: PG-13 (because of bad words). I kept (basicly) the same
plot, same people, and some famous lines but other than that I added my own
twists and other little things. :-) Oh yes, and review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Yeah, that sucks.
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So Much Fun
Chapter 1: And So Our Story Begins...
It was July 9th and Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl had just come out in theaters. And, of course, Danielle and Samantha saw it. Or, should I say, Danielle forced Samantha to see it with her.
Danielle and Samantha were best friends (and roommates), like sisters, so naturally, Danielle demanded that Samantha go with her even though she didn't seem very fond of the whole pirate thing. Especially since they were both now in their 20's.
But that's how Danielle had been lately. She had developed a strange, shall we say, "liking" for Orlando Bloom. Ever since he was in Lord of the Rings she began drooling over pictures, posters, and T-shirts of him. Samantha liked to refer to it as an "obsession" which, if you knew her like Samantha knew her, you'd agree. And since Danielle had this "obsession" with Orlando, she dragged Samantha to every Orlando related movie she could pay for.
But Samantha was a different story. She didn't have an obsession for Orlando Bloom like Danielle had. Actually, she didn't have an obsesion for any actor. Danielle was hyper, goofy, obsessive (Orlando, remember?), very smart when she wanted to be, and just the type of person who does/says the strangest things at the strangest times whereas Samantha was generally mellow but, at times, had a bad temper, but she was just as goofy as Danielle when she put her mind to it. But they not only acted different, they looked very different too.
Danielle had short, choppy (and messy), bright orange-red hair that was, of course, not natural in color. She also had bright green eyes that seriously contrasted her slightly outrageous hair. And she had light, almost pale, skin. Samantha on the other hand had very straight (natural) brown hair that went about an inch or so below her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes and a light tan that seemed to stay with her all year around.
But let's continue with our story, shall we?
Danielle considered July 9th practically a holiday. But Samantha, of course, felt differently so she began to bicker wth Danielle as they went into the theater to find their seats. "Do I have to see this movie? Can't I go to one of the stores nearby or something?" Danielle didn't seem to be paying attention though. She was to busy looking for good seats. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and shoved Samantha into one of the rows very close to the screen. As they sat down, Danielle turned to Samantha, "Yes, and no." She smiled as Samantha rolled her eyes and shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
And so the movie began. Danielle stared in rapt fascination as her future husband-to-be pranced across the screen with his nicely slicked back hair and pretty little sword. But Samantha on the other hand couldn't care less beacause she fell asleep on several occasions but she kept getting elbowed in the side by Danielle to many times to get what was considered a decent nap.
When the movie ended, Danielle practicaly danced out of the theater, her goofy, lopsided smile almost oozing "I love Orlando Bloom!"
"So," beagn Danielle as they got into Samantha's small red car, "did you like the movie?" Samantha pulled out of the parking lot before replying. "Um, no." "Were you even paying attention?!" Danielle cried out. She looked almost hurt. "Um, no." "Ya know, you're gonna regret it." Danielle sat there defiantly, arms crossed, looking out the car door window. "Oh really? And how is that?" Samantha said with curiousity and even a pang of guilt. Danielle suddenly turned to her and stared at her strangely for a moment before saying, "I dunno. I just have that feeling." Samantha glanced at Danielle, who was now staring out the window again. She knew full well that Danielle's "feelings" almost always turned out to be correct. But Samantha decided not to follow the topic any further because they were now pulling into a long driveway that led to a small parking lot and an apartment complex.
"Home sweet home." Samantha sighed as she got out of the car and followed Danielle up a flight of stairs and to their apartment.
Their apartment wasn't small, but it wasn't a luxurious palace either. Both girls were waitresses so it was what they could afford. But it was a palace to them so when they got home they just plopped themselves down anywhere and did anything.
It was about 7:30 and for the rest of the night the girls just did random things which basicly were playing rummy, pigging out on snacks, and watching T.V. And that's exactly how they fell asleep: while watching T.V.
Both girls sat their on the couch, in their seperate corners, of course. Samantha got the right corner and Danielle got the left corner. It was just a well known fact with them. And in the middle sat all their snacks. It was one of their quirky habits.
But after a while they got bored. "There's nothin' on T.V., Sammi. I'm goin' to bed now." Danielle said as she turned off the T.V. "Sammi? Sammi!" Danielle looked beside her and noticed that Samantha was lightly snoring. She grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch and whacked Samantha in the head. Samantha gave a few grunts before she actually woke up. "Ahhh... hey, watch it." "I'm goin' to bed now. I can't sleep on the couch anyways, remember?" Last time, I fell off and ended up with a bruise on my forehead." Samantha smirked and let out a little chuckle and said, "Ah, the good ol' days."
Danielle got halfway down the hallway before Samantha called out to her. "Hey, while you're down there, could you open up my bedroom windows? Don't want it to hot in there." "Fine, fine, fine." Danielle mumbled as she went into Samantha's room to open the windows and then into her own room.
It was almost midnight and Danielle was in her own bed and Samantha was still on the couch. And soon both girls were fast asleep. But perhaps they wouldn't have been so eager to close their eyes if they would have known what they'd be waking up to...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Yeah, that sucks.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So Much Fun
Chapter 1: And So Our Story Begins...
It was July 9th and Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl had just come out in theaters. And, of course, Danielle and Samantha saw it. Or, should I say, Danielle forced Samantha to see it with her.
Danielle and Samantha were best friends (and roommates), like sisters, so naturally, Danielle demanded that Samantha go with her even though she didn't seem very fond of the whole pirate thing. Especially since they were both now in their 20's.
But that's how Danielle had been lately. She had developed a strange, shall we say, "liking" for Orlando Bloom. Ever since he was in Lord of the Rings she began drooling over pictures, posters, and T-shirts of him. Samantha liked to refer to it as an "obsession" which, if you knew her like Samantha knew her, you'd agree. And since Danielle had this "obsession" with Orlando, she dragged Samantha to every Orlando related movie she could pay for.
But Samantha was a different story. She didn't have an obsession for Orlando Bloom like Danielle had. Actually, she didn't have an obsesion for any actor. Danielle was hyper, goofy, obsessive (Orlando, remember?), very smart when she wanted to be, and just the type of person who does/says the strangest things at the strangest times whereas Samantha was generally mellow but, at times, had a bad temper, but she was just as goofy as Danielle when she put her mind to it. But they not only acted different, they looked very different too.
Danielle had short, choppy (and messy), bright orange-red hair that was, of course, not natural in color. She also had bright green eyes that seriously contrasted her slightly outrageous hair. And she had light, almost pale, skin. Samantha on the other hand had very straight (natural) brown hair that went about an inch or so below her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes and a light tan that seemed to stay with her all year around.
But let's continue with our story, shall we?
Danielle considered July 9th practically a holiday. But Samantha, of course, felt differently so she began to bicker wth Danielle as they went into the theater to find their seats. "Do I have to see this movie? Can't I go to one of the stores nearby or something?" Danielle didn't seem to be paying attention though. She was to busy looking for good seats. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and shoved Samantha into one of the rows very close to the screen. As they sat down, Danielle turned to Samantha, "Yes, and no." She smiled as Samantha rolled her eyes and shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
And so the movie began. Danielle stared in rapt fascination as her future husband-to-be pranced across the screen with his nicely slicked back hair and pretty little sword. But Samantha on the other hand couldn't care less beacause she fell asleep on several occasions but she kept getting elbowed in the side by Danielle to many times to get what was considered a decent nap.
When the movie ended, Danielle practicaly danced out of the theater, her goofy, lopsided smile almost oozing "I love Orlando Bloom!"
"So," beagn Danielle as they got into Samantha's small red car, "did you like the movie?" Samantha pulled out of the parking lot before replying. "Um, no." "Were you even paying attention?!" Danielle cried out. She looked almost hurt. "Um, no." "Ya know, you're gonna regret it." Danielle sat there defiantly, arms crossed, looking out the car door window. "Oh really? And how is that?" Samantha said with curiousity and even a pang of guilt. Danielle suddenly turned to her and stared at her strangely for a moment before saying, "I dunno. I just have that feeling." Samantha glanced at Danielle, who was now staring out the window again. She knew full well that Danielle's "feelings" almost always turned out to be correct. But Samantha decided not to follow the topic any further because they were now pulling into a long driveway that led to a small parking lot and an apartment complex.
"Home sweet home." Samantha sighed as she got out of the car and followed Danielle up a flight of stairs and to their apartment.
Their apartment wasn't small, but it wasn't a luxurious palace either. Both girls were waitresses so it was what they could afford. But it was a palace to them so when they got home they just plopped themselves down anywhere and did anything.
It was about 7:30 and for the rest of the night the girls just did random things which basicly were playing rummy, pigging out on snacks, and watching T.V. And that's exactly how they fell asleep: while watching T.V.
Both girls sat their on the couch, in their seperate corners, of course. Samantha got the right corner and Danielle got the left corner. It was just a well known fact with them. And in the middle sat all their snacks. It was one of their quirky habits.
But after a while they got bored. "There's nothin' on T.V., Sammi. I'm goin' to bed now." Danielle said as she turned off the T.V. "Sammi? Sammi!" Danielle looked beside her and noticed that Samantha was lightly snoring. She grabbed one of the throw pillows on the couch and whacked Samantha in the head. Samantha gave a few grunts before she actually woke up. "Ahhh... hey, watch it." "I'm goin' to bed now. I can't sleep on the couch anyways, remember?" Last time, I fell off and ended up with a bruise on my forehead." Samantha smirked and let out a little chuckle and said, "Ah, the good ol' days."
Danielle got halfway down the hallway before Samantha called out to her. "Hey, while you're down there, could you open up my bedroom windows? Don't want it to hot in there." "Fine, fine, fine." Danielle mumbled as she went into Samantha's room to open the windows and then into her own room.
It was almost midnight and Danielle was in her own bed and Samantha was still on the couch. And soon both girls were fast asleep. But perhaps they wouldn't have been so eager to close their eyes if they would have known what they'd be waking up to...
