Just Don't Deceive Me
Oohwhatnow Rated PG-13
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are owned by Disney, but
the plot and the people not from the movie belong to me!
"I'm telling ya! It ain't mine!"
"No? Then who the hell's the father huh? Tell me that Paul!"
The boy took a deep breath and ran his hand through his sandy brown hair before replacing his hat on his head. He took a quick look into the bright green eyes before him, filled with fury, yet still sparkling like emeralds in the setting sun. He could tell she wasn't going to back down. That's what had attracted him to her in the first place; her inability to remain silent.
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She was an average girl. Average in height, average in weight, not the most gorgeous girl, but certainly not ugly. Average everywhere, except for her eyes. Even in the middle of that freezing winter when she was found her eyes told everything in their glory. When she smiled, they laughed mockingly, when she was sad, her eyes held disappointment. But when she was proving you wrong, they danced. This is what he knew about her. This is what everyone knew about her.
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It was the coldest winter any of the boys could remember. They slept in full winter clothing, the younger ones sometimes crawling in bed together for body heat. The floor was ice cold to the touch and, seeing as they had no more extra clothing, it took an effort to get them out of bed. The water for bathing was, if possible, worse than the wind-chill.
During the days, they were expected to sell, but no one wanted to stop to buy a paper, no matter how pitiful looking the boys were. At least one boy got frost-bitten a day, but they had to continue selling. It was their life.
When it snowed, it was beautiful for awhile, until it piled up so high they couldn't turn anywhere without walking through a snow bank. The carriages of the rich would drive by, washing them in the slush gathered on the road. The faces of the children inside the carriages were pressed against the windows, their cheeks glowing, eyes carefully following the huddled forms of the boys standing outside, finding various ways to keep warm.
But no matter how harsh it seemed, Central Park was always beautiful. The older boys would often meet and sell there, taking advantage of the happy families ice-skating, or the couples going through a stroll through the icy wonder that was the park. The people there were always willing to buy from the boys, but the atmosphere for the boys was, if possible, even worse. Not only were they cold and frostbitten, now they had to pine over the loss of their own families. That's when one boy found her.
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REVIEW PLEASE!!!! I'll love you forever! This is my favorite story I've got up so far, so it'd be great to know your reactions as well! I don't care even if it's just "Good" It's a review!!!
"I'm telling ya! It ain't mine!"
"No? Then who the hell's the father huh? Tell me that Paul!"
The boy took a deep breath and ran his hand through his sandy brown hair before replacing his hat on his head. He took a quick look into the bright green eyes before him, filled with fury, yet still sparkling like emeralds in the setting sun. He could tell she wasn't going to back down. That's what had attracted him to her in the first place; her inability to remain silent.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She was an average girl. Average in height, average in weight, not the most gorgeous girl, but certainly not ugly. Average everywhere, except for her eyes. Even in the middle of that freezing winter when she was found her eyes told everything in their glory. When she smiled, they laughed mockingly, when she was sad, her eyes held disappointment. But when she was proving you wrong, they danced. This is what he knew about her. This is what everyone knew about her.
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It was the coldest winter any of the boys could remember. They slept in full winter clothing, the younger ones sometimes crawling in bed together for body heat. The floor was ice cold to the touch and, seeing as they had no more extra clothing, it took an effort to get them out of bed. The water for bathing was, if possible, worse than the wind-chill.
During the days, they were expected to sell, but no one wanted to stop to buy a paper, no matter how pitiful looking the boys were. At least one boy got frost-bitten a day, but they had to continue selling. It was their life.
When it snowed, it was beautiful for awhile, until it piled up so high they couldn't turn anywhere without walking through a snow bank. The carriages of the rich would drive by, washing them in the slush gathered on the road. The faces of the children inside the carriages were pressed against the windows, their cheeks glowing, eyes carefully following the huddled forms of the boys standing outside, finding various ways to keep warm.
But no matter how harsh it seemed, Central Park was always beautiful. The older boys would often meet and sell there, taking advantage of the happy families ice-skating, or the couples going through a stroll through the icy wonder that was the park. The people there were always willing to buy from the boys, but the atmosphere for the boys was, if possible, even worse. Not only were they cold and frostbitten, now they had to pine over the loss of their own families. That's when one boy found her.
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REVIEW PLEASE!!!! I'll love you forever! This is my favorite story I've got up so far, so it'd be great to know your reactions as well! I don't care even if it's just "Good" It's a review!!!
