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Christine sat herself down in a bench and buried her face in her hands to cry.
"Christine?" Lance ventured, looking for her. "Christine.."
Christine dried her tears, looked up, and sat there expectantly.
"Uh-oh..." Lance panicked. "I can't think of what to say!!" He thought hard. "The moon's beautiful?" he asked timidly, pointing to it.
"Yes, it is," Christine agreed.
"Look, Christine, I'm sorry about the bar incident," Lance said, taking a seat on the bench next to her.
"That's okay...I'm sorry yelled," she answered, turning towards him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, there was silence. Lance took Christine's hand and asked, "Christine...could you...I mean...can we....could.." Lance shuddered nervously. "Shhh.." she whispered. They moved closer and closer to each other, and then, for good measure, a bit closer still. Two pairs of semi-glazed eyes closed. They were just a breath away from their first kiss, until..
"Hey! What are you two doing?!" Drake shouted.
"Ah!" they yelled in unison. Lance lost his balance and toppled off the bench, and Christine, quite unintentionally, fell over onto him.
Drake stood there grinning stupidly. "Am I missing something?" Lance and Christine looked warily at each other. Drake grinned even wider and folded his arms, Joey-like, from Friends, and nodded.
"Oooh..!"
"Shut up, Drake," Christine said, helping up Lance.
"Look, if you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was--*SMACK*"
"I'm in the bar," Christine said as she walked inside.
"Christine..." Lance turned to Drake. "You idiot!" *BFF* (See AN1 regarding this sound effect) Lance socked Drake in the stomach.
"Ooff..." Drake collapsed into a pretty purple pile on the ground.
"Come on, ya cross dressing freak." Lance grabbed Drake's hat and dragged him back to the bar.
"Wow..." Lance thought. "Christine has feelings for me..and after all these years too."
~~2 hours and about 38 gallons of local booze later...~~
"You, you think you're better than me?!?!" Lance yelled in a drunken rage. His argument with the wall had been going on for the better part of half and hour, and it seemed that the wall was winning. "Oh yeah, well, you're....shut up!!" Lance took a swing at the wall and *CRACK* "Owwie owwie owwie!!" Cradling what may have been a broken fist, Lance stumbled from the bar into the stables.
"Hey look, that horsie's purple!" Lance saddled the stallion and rode out. "Do you know a guy named Drake? He's pretty purple too...Nah nah nah nah nah Here he comes here comes...uh...that guy that drives in t.v." Lance sang as he trotted down the road.
~~Next morning...~~
Lance opened his eyes to find Drake and Christine looking down at him.
"Are you okay?" Christine asked in concern. "Did you think, for some reason, that it would be a good idea to try to ride Gaia's horse?"
"Well-" Lance started.
"You poor thing! You must have been scared." Christine hugged Lance.
"Normally I'd say something," Lance thought, "But given my current position, I'm not complaining."
"Well, I'm not scared of anything," Drake declared with the utmost confidence.
Lance stood up, wobbling a tiny bit. "Oh yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Exodia!!" Lance shouted.
"Pu-lease," Drake replied.
"Not scared of anything, huh?" Christine smirked.
"Not a thing."
"Sock puppets!!"
"Eeek! Where?!? AAAHHHHHH!!!!"
The Dark Magician fled in terror.
~~Later, after pulling Drake out of a tree and feeding him animal tranquilizers, things continued~~
They finally reached the outskirts of the kingdom, and the dark mist gradually came into view. "That must be the mist," Lance thought blatantly. "Let's go!"
Okay, sorry it's short, I'm being chased off the computer by rabid mongooses. What is mongoose plural? Is it mongeese, or mongi? Eh. Pester Neo about it.
Christine sat herself down in a bench and buried her face in her hands to cry.
"Christine?" Lance ventured, looking for her. "Christine.."
Christine dried her tears, looked up, and sat there expectantly.
"Uh-oh..." Lance panicked. "I can't think of what to say!!" He thought hard. "The moon's beautiful?" he asked timidly, pointing to it.
"Yes, it is," Christine agreed.
"Look, Christine, I'm sorry about the bar incident," Lance said, taking a seat on the bench next to her.
"That's okay...I'm sorry yelled," she answered, turning towards him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, there was silence. Lance took Christine's hand and asked, "Christine...could you...I mean...can we....could.." Lance shuddered nervously. "Shhh.." she whispered. They moved closer and closer to each other, and then, for good measure, a bit closer still. Two pairs of semi-glazed eyes closed. They were just a breath away from their first kiss, until..
"Hey! What are you two doing?!" Drake shouted.
"Ah!" they yelled in unison. Lance lost his balance and toppled off the bench, and Christine, quite unintentionally, fell over onto him.
Drake stood there grinning stupidly. "Am I missing something?" Lance and Christine looked warily at each other. Drake grinned even wider and folded his arms, Joey-like, from Friends, and nodded.
"Oooh..!"
"Shut up, Drake," Christine said, helping up Lance.
"Look, if you two wanted to be alone, all you had to do was--*SMACK*"
"I'm in the bar," Christine said as she walked inside.
"Christine..." Lance turned to Drake. "You idiot!" *BFF* (See AN1 regarding this sound effect) Lance socked Drake in the stomach.
"Ooff..." Drake collapsed into a pretty purple pile on the ground.
"Come on, ya cross dressing freak." Lance grabbed Drake's hat and dragged him back to the bar.
"Wow..." Lance thought. "Christine has feelings for me..and after all these years too."
~~2 hours and about 38 gallons of local booze later...~~
"You, you think you're better than me?!?!" Lance yelled in a drunken rage. His argument with the wall had been going on for the better part of half and hour, and it seemed that the wall was winning. "Oh yeah, well, you're....shut up!!" Lance took a swing at the wall and *CRACK* "Owwie owwie owwie!!" Cradling what may have been a broken fist, Lance stumbled from the bar into the stables.
"Hey look, that horsie's purple!" Lance saddled the stallion and rode out. "Do you know a guy named Drake? He's pretty purple too...Nah nah nah nah nah Here he comes here comes...uh...that guy that drives in t.v." Lance sang as he trotted down the road.
~~Next morning...~~
Lance opened his eyes to find Drake and Christine looking down at him.
"Are you okay?" Christine asked in concern. "Did you think, for some reason, that it would be a good idea to try to ride Gaia's horse?"
"Well-" Lance started.
"You poor thing! You must have been scared." Christine hugged Lance.
"Normally I'd say something," Lance thought, "But given my current position, I'm not complaining."
"Well, I'm not scared of anything," Drake declared with the utmost confidence.
Lance stood up, wobbling a tiny bit. "Oh yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Exodia!!" Lance shouted.
"Pu-lease," Drake replied.
"Not scared of anything, huh?" Christine smirked.
"Not a thing."
"Sock puppets!!"
"Eeek! Where?!? AAAHHHHHH!!!!"
The Dark Magician fled in terror.
~~Later, after pulling Drake out of a tree and feeding him animal tranquilizers, things continued~~
They finally reached the outskirts of the kingdom, and the dark mist gradually came into view. "That must be the mist," Lance thought blatantly. "Let's go!"
Okay, sorry it's short, I'm being chased off the computer by rabid mongooses. What is mongoose plural? Is it mongeese, or mongi? Eh. Pester Neo about it.