Yin-yang 2
Hey there. Man, karate class is kicking my ass. Well, it's worth it. I mean, what other
exercise lets you beat people up to get better and more fit? And at the same time, your learning how
to properly defend yourself from most attacks, so I'm glad I'm learning it. I highly suggest people
take up karate. It's fun and helpful. Well, enough of my plugging karate.
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Eric drove in the rain getting to his house. He pondered wether it was going to stop raining
or if it was just going to flood the world like Noah. He hoped for the former as he still had to
propose to Lizzie. He had decided to ask the question 3 months ago. That was when he and the rest
of the D.O.S.M. had to tackle the hostage situation. Eric had been shot, and the place was wired with
a bomb. But everyone made it out alive and Eric healed in two weeks. But it was what Lizzie had
said to him when he saw her again.
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"I don't want to lose you."
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It was then that he realized he didn't want to lose her either. He always wanted to be with
her. So he bought the ring and practiced what he was going to say tomorrow night. He was nervous
now. He imagined how nervous he would be tomorrow night.
He pulled into his driveway and got out. He walked up to the front door and had his key out
and right in front of the lock when the door opened of it's own accord. He was slightly confused
when he realized the obvious solution.
"Lizzie."
"Eric, your okay."
"But, of course. I'm Eric. I'm the best."
He looked at her. She hadn't changed much in the last 5 years since they first met. In fact,
the only thing that had changed was her hair and height. She was, in his view, a goddess.
'What was that Wayne's World thing? Oh yeah. WE'RE NOT WORTHY!'
He went inside and took of his uniform, glad to be out of it. As much as he liked being in this
job, the uniform was a complete pain in the ass! In fact, he much preferred the field armor he wore
on tough missions, like a bank robbery or a hostage situation. It fit nicely, looked cool, and provided
him with protection from even a point blank shot from a magnum. He would know, as it actually
happened to him. He remembered it clearly...
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Flashback
"Eric!"
Eric picked up the receiver in his truck. "What?"
"We have a parol violator on the run. He is heading south on foot near the bus station. He
is armed and should be approached with caution. And try to bring him in alive, will ya?"
"But then that's no fun!"
"I don't care, it's my ass that gets fried when you decide to do it your way."
"Your no fun, Randall."
"Boo-freakity-hoo. Now get your ass out there, and take him out."
"On it."
He peeled out of the parking lot where he was sitting and headed to the bus station. This was
going to be easy...
Five minutes later, Eric was walking in the station, looking for the perp, his hand on his .50.
He scanned the area. He knew who he was looking for. He was a repeat offender and had been
caught by Eric on three different occasions. Easy prey...
He saw him!
"Freeze! HPD!"
The perp ran.
"Shit! Alright, you wanna die tired? I can arrange that."
He ran after him. The perp seemed to know what he was doing. Eric was having some
trouble getting him. Then, by stroke of luck, the idiot tripped, leaving Eric ample time to get him. As
he approached, he saw the man pull out a Magnum from his coat. Eric watched in horror as the
criminal pulled the nearest person, a 14 year old girl, into his arms and point the gun at her head.
"ONE STEP AND SHE GET'S IT!!"
"Whoa. Calm down. She doesn't need this, so why don't you just let her go and we can
talk."
"TALK NOTHING! I SWEAR, SHE'LL GET IT IF YOU COME CLOSER!"
Eric kept trying to persuade the man to calm down and let the girl go. At the same time, he
was angling his gun at the guys head, just incase he did something desperate.
"You don't want to kill anyone."
"Actually..." He leveled the gun at Eric. "I do."
Eric fired his gun just as the perp did. The bullet slammed into Eric's chest hard. But he
thankfully had enough sense to put on his field armor under his uniform, so the bullet stopped mere
inches from his flesh. The perp however... well, he didn't fare too well. But at least he didn't have to
worry about headaches anymore.
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Eric was thankful for that suit. And he still is. He looked at his girlfriend. He realized, for the
one hundredth, thousandth time that day, that he really wanted to be with her forever.
"Liz, do you remember what tomorrow is?"
"Yeah, it's the day we met at the digital bean, and your house."
"Right. And to celebrate that, I'm taking you out to a fabulous dinner. But not before you go
to a spa with Miranda, Matt, and Me in L.A. Then I"m taking you to do whatever you want, on me.
Just the two of us. For almost the whole day. You'll then get something special at dinner. What do
you think?" he kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned it deep.
"I love it. Like I love you."
"Great. So I want you to have a wonderful night's sleep tonight. You'll be very pooped by
the end of the day."
She started laughing right in front of him. He stared at her with a puzzled look on his face,
while she tried, miserably, to hide her amusement.
"What?!"
"Did... you just... say... pooped?"
"Okay, worn out. Tired. Pooped. Crashed, whatever. The point is you'll be very sleepy by
midnight, tomorrow."
"Oh, but I want to be very tired now." Eric picked up the oh-so obvious flirt.
"God, I hate when you put ideas in my head."
"Yeah, right. You love it when I do that."
"If I remember right, you were the one who said to wait till we're married. In fact, I
distinctly remember being the horny one of this couple."
"Hmm." Lizzie pretended to be deep in thought. "Okay. You talked me into it. I'll wait."
Eric couldn't believe it. He had just been duped. "Damn, I hate reverse psychology."
"I know. But it works charms."
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The next morning, Eric received a very different wake-up call than what he was used to.
"Eric, wake up." Lizzie kissed him on the lips to get his attention. Sadly, as the years went
by, she soon discovered that Eric was like her. Not a morning person. So she did the next best thing.
She hit on the head with a pillow. That got him. He snapped up into a sitting position, and faster
than you can say "What?" he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her down on the bed
with him.
"Why do you insist on giving me bodily harm.?"
"You weren't waking up. And today's our day."
"Did you think I forgot?"
"I was beginning to think so."
"Never."
"Yeah, right, you liar."
"Moi?"
"Mm-hm."
"Your callous words wound me."
"Not as much as my fists."
"Just because you're a black belt, does not mean you can outdo me. Remember, I've been
training since I was 5. You started when you met me at sixteen."
"But I can still hurt you."
"Bull."
She punched him as hard as she could in the ribs. He didn't even flinch.
"Lizzie, that was pathetic."
"Conceited."
"Thank you. As much as I would like to continue this duel of words, let's get ready. Matt
and Miranda will be here..." he looked at the clock. 7:50. "... in 10 minutes."
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"Why did we have to get up so early?" asked Miranda Isabella Sanchez-McGuire. She
normally didn't wake up until 7:30. But seeing as her and Matt were visiting Lizzie and Eric, Matt
wanted to get up at some ungodly hour, in this case, 5:00 a.m., and drive at speeds best reserved for
a drag race. In rush hour. Of course, she was tired partly because of the late night her and Matt had
last night. Of course, when someone loved someone else as much as they loved each other, there was
bound to be some... sessions. But she was still amazed at how Matt could go to bed so late and wake
up so early like he was wired.
"Because I hate being late for something. Especially for this. My sister finally getting
married." Him and Miranda knew about the whole thing, and were all for the idea. But, because of
their hectic schedules, they would only be able to go to the spa with them, and wouldn't see the
proposal. Didn't matter really. They found out about Eric asking the question from Matt's mom, Jo.
They had been at the house a month ago, just spending quality time, when she told them that Eric
had asked Sam's permission for Lizzie. They were ecstatic. They knew that they were perfect for
each other. They mirrored each other almost perfectly. So when Eric called them to ask them to
come today, they took the offer pretty damn quick. But being in a rock band that has gone platinum
has some problems. Mainly, getting time to private things. And if you managed that, you had to deal
with the paparazzi. It wasn't easy, but it was better than being stuck in a dead end job flipping
burgers. So something like this was greatly appreciated.
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The time at the spa was very relaxing. While Matt and Eric swam in the pool, soaked in the
hotbox, and relaxed in the Jacuzzi, Miranda and Lizzie got massages, mud baths, (Gross) and had
general make overs. You know, girly stuff.
"Miranda, do you think that Eric might propose to me?"
Miranda got very stiff at this. Did she know? She hoped not.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because, well, we've been together for 5 years since we were 16. We have stuck through
some bad stuff, and yet we always stay together. When we get into a fight he's always the first to
apologize and we always stay together. Plus, he's been having a rash of niceness."
"A rash?"
"Yeah. He normally doesn't get this nice. I mean, he's always nice, but not this much."
"Lizzie, he has been doing things that could have ended his life and taken him from you. He
realizes this and wants to show you that he loves you no matter what. He's been spending time with
you because he want's you to feel love. And besides, if he was going to propose, he would have told
Matt, who would have told me, and I would end up telling you."
"Your right, Miranda. But I wish he would."
"Don't worry. He will. Sooner or later."
Lizzie smiled and closed her eyes, images of her in a gown and Eric in a tux, with wedding
bands on their fingers, engraved in her eyes...
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I'm sorry for dropping here, but I want to get this up, and I'm getting tired on working on
the same chapter this long, so I broke it into two different chapters. Hope you enjoy it, and I
apologize for taking so long, but I put another story up for my lack of punctuality. Well, later...
kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Hey there. Man, karate class is kicking my ass. Well, it's worth it. I mean, what other
exercise lets you beat people up to get better and more fit? And at the same time, your learning how
to properly defend yourself from most attacks, so I'm glad I'm learning it. I highly suggest people
take up karate. It's fun and helpful. Well, enough of my plugging karate.
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Eric drove in the rain getting to his house. He pondered wether it was going to stop raining
or if it was just going to flood the world like Noah. He hoped for the former as he still had to
propose to Lizzie. He had decided to ask the question 3 months ago. That was when he and the rest
of the D.O.S.M. had to tackle the hostage situation. Eric had been shot, and the place was wired with
a bomb. But everyone made it out alive and Eric healed in two weeks. But it was what Lizzie had
said to him when he saw her again.
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"I don't want to lose you."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was then that he realized he didn't want to lose her either. He always wanted to be with
her. So he bought the ring and practiced what he was going to say tomorrow night. He was nervous
now. He imagined how nervous he would be tomorrow night.
He pulled into his driveway and got out. He walked up to the front door and had his key out
and right in front of the lock when the door opened of it's own accord. He was slightly confused
when he realized the obvious solution.
"Lizzie."
"Eric, your okay."
"But, of course. I'm Eric. I'm the best."
He looked at her. She hadn't changed much in the last 5 years since they first met. In fact,
the only thing that had changed was her hair and height. She was, in his view, a goddess.
'What was that Wayne's World thing? Oh yeah. WE'RE NOT WORTHY!'
He went inside and took of his uniform, glad to be out of it. As much as he liked being in this
job, the uniform was a complete pain in the ass! In fact, he much preferred the field armor he wore
on tough missions, like a bank robbery or a hostage situation. It fit nicely, looked cool, and provided
him with protection from even a point blank shot from a magnum. He would know, as it actually
happened to him. He remembered it clearly...
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Flashback
"Eric!"
Eric picked up the receiver in his truck. "What?"
"We have a parol violator on the run. He is heading south on foot near the bus station. He
is armed and should be approached with caution. And try to bring him in alive, will ya?"
"But then that's no fun!"
"I don't care, it's my ass that gets fried when you decide to do it your way."
"Your no fun, Randall."
"Boo-freakity-hoo. Now get your ass out there, and take him out."
"On it."
He peeled out of the parking lot where he was sitting and headed to the bus station. This was
going to be easy...
Five minutes later, Eric was walking in the station, looking for the perp, his hand on his .50.
He scanned the area. He knew who he was looking for. He was a repeat offender and had been
caught by Eric on three different occasions. Easy prey...
He saw him!
"Freeze! HPD!"
The perp ran.
"Shit! Alright, you wanna die tired? I can arrange that."
He ran after him. The perp seemed to know what he was doing. Eric was having some
trouble getting him. Then, by stroke of luck, the idiot tripped, leaving Eric ample time to get him. As
he approached, he saw the man pull out a Magnum from his coat. Eric watched in horror as the
criminal pulled the nearest person, a 14 year old girl, into his arms and point the gun at her head.
"ONE STEP AND SHE GET'S IT!!"
"Whoa. Calm down. She doesn't need this, so why don't you just let her go and we can
talk."
"TALK NOTHING! I SWEAR, SHE'LL GET IT IF YOU COME CLOSER!"
Eric kept trying to persuade the man to calm down and let the girl go. At the same time, he
was angling his gun at the guys head, just incase he did something desperate.
"You don't want to kill anyone."
"Actually..." He leveled the gun at Eric. "I do."
Eric fired his gun just as the perp did. The bullet slammed into Eric's chest hard. But he
thankfully had enough sense to put on his field armor under his uniform, so the bullet stopped mere
inches from his flesh. The perp however... well, he didn't fare too well. But at least he didn't have to
worry about headaches anymore.
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Eric was thankful for that suit. And he still is. He looked at his girlfriend. He realized, for the
one hundredth, thousandth time that day, that he really wanted to be with her forever.
"Liz, do you remember what tomorrow is?"
"Yeah, it's the day we met at the digital bean, and your house."
"Right. And to celebrate that, I'm taking you out to a fabulous dinner. But not before you go
to a spa with Miranda, Matt, and Me in L.A. Then I"m taking you to do whatever you want, on me.
Just the two of us. For almost the whole day. You'll then get something special at dinner. What do
you think?" he kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned it deep.
"I love it. Like I love you."
"Great. So I want you to have a wonderful night's sleep tonight. You'll be very pooped by
the end of the day."
She started laughing right in front of him. He stared at her with a puzzled look on his face,
while she tried, miserably, to hide her amusement.
"What?!"
"Did... you just... say... pooped?"
"Okay, worn out. Tired. Pooped. Crashed, whatever. The point is you'll be very sleepy by
midnight, tomorrow."
"Oh, but I want to be very tired now." Eric picked up the oh-so obvious flirt.
"God, I hate when you put ideas in my head."
"Yeah, right. You love it when I do that."
"If I remember right, you were the one who said to wait till we're married. In fact, I
distinctly remember being the horny one of this couple."
"Hmm." Lizzie pretended to be deep in thought. "Okay. You talked me into it. I'll wait."
Eric couldn't believe it. He had just been duped. "Damn, I hate reverse psychology."
"I know. But it works charms."
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The next morning, Eric received a very different wake-up call than what he was used to.
"Eric, wake up." Lizzie kissed him on the lips to get his attention. Sadly, as the years went
by, she soon discovered that Eric was like her. Not a morning person. So she did the next best thing.
She hit on the head with a pillow. That got him. He snapped up into a sitting position, and faster
than you can say "What?" he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her down on the bed
with him.
"Why do you insist on giving me bodily harm.?"
"You weren't waking up. And today's our day."
"Did you think I forgot?"
"I was beginning to think so."
"Never."
"Yeah, right, you liar."
"Moi?"
"Mm-hm."
"Your callous words wound me."
"Not as much as my fists."
"Just because you're a black belt, does not mean you can outdo me. Remember, I've been
training since I was 5. You started when you met me at sixteen."
"But I can still hurt you."
"Bull."
She punched him as hard as she could in the ribs. He didn't even flinch.
"Lizzie, that was pathetic."
"Conceited."
"Thank you. As much as I would like to continue this duel of words, let's get ready. Matt
and Miranda will be here..." he looked at the clock. 7:50. "... in 10 minutes."
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"Why did we have to get up so early?" asked Miranda Isabella Sanchez-McGuire. She
normally didn't wake up until 7:30. But seeing as her and Matt were visiting Lizzie and Eric, Matt
wanted to get up at some ungodly hour, in this case, 5:00 a.m., and drive at speeds best reserved for
a drag race. In rush hour. Of course, she was tired partly because of the late night her and Matt had
last night. Of course, when someone loved someone else as much as they loved each other, there was
bound to be some... sessions. But she was still amazed at how Matt could go to bed so late and wake
up so early like he was wired.
"Because I hate being late for something. Especially for this. My sister finally getting
married." Him and Miranda knew about the whole thing, and were all for the idea. But, because of
their hectic schedules, they would only be able to go to the spa with them, and wouldn't see the
proposal. Didn't matter really. They found out about Eric asking the question from Matt's mom, Jo.
They had been at the house a month ago, just spending quality time, when she told them that Eric
had asked Sam's permission for Lizzie. They were ecstatic. They knew that they were perfect for
each other. They mirrored each other almost perfectly. So when Eric called them to ask them to
come today, they took the offer pretty damn quick. But being in a rock band that has gone platinum
has some problems. Mainly, getting time to private things. And if you managed that, you had to deal
with the paparazzi. It wasn't easy, but it was better than being stuck in a dead end job flipping
burgers. So something like this was greatly appreciated.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The time at the spa was very relaxing. While Matt and Eric swam in the pool, soaked in the
hotbox, and relaxed in the Jacuzzi, Miranda and Lizzie got massages, mud baths, (Gross) and had
general make overs. You know, girly stuff.
"Miranda, do you think that Eric might propose to me?"
Miranda got very stiff at this. Did she know? She hoped not.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because, well, we've been together for 5 years since we were 16. We have stuck through
some bad stuff, and yet we always stay together. When we get into a fight he's always the first to
apologize and we always stay together. Plus, he's been having a rash of niceness."
"A rash?"
"Yeah. He normally doesn't get this nice. I mean, he's always nice, but not this much."
"Lizzie, he has been doing things that could have ended his life and taken him from you. He
realizes this and wants to show you that he loves you no matter what. He's been spending time with
you because he want's you to feel love. And besides, if he was going to propose, he would have told
Matt, who would have told me, and I would end up telling you."
"Your right, Miranda. But I wish he would."
"Don't worry. He will. Sooner or later."
Lizzie smiled and closed her eyes, images of her in a gown and Eric in a tux, with wedding
bands on their fingers, engraved in her eyes...
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I'm sorry for dropping here, but I want to get this up, and I'm getting tired on working on
the same chapter this long, so I broke it into two different chapters. Hope you enjoy it, and I
apologize for taking so long, but I put another story up for my lack of punctuality. Well, later...
kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...