A/N Celeste POV!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not Own Fairly Odd parents, or do I? Mu HA HA HA HA!!! Gets evil stares from the evil lawyers EPP! I do not own Fairly Odd Parents!!!
Chapter Four: Fairies!!!
My nostrils filled with the scent of Sandalwood and pine as I lit a green candle and Incense. I sighed setting the green candle down beside the threshold. The heavy scents began to make me drowsy but I ignored the urge to sleep. I had something to do.
I was setting up a spell of protection, protection from my father, the tyrant that haunted my nightmares. It would be my first spell since I moved to the USA; back in England I used my magic a lot. But back in England I had friends with powers as well.
Very few people have powers. I have only met four others not including my family. Melody her sister Charlene and her brothers Matt and Elbert and of course their mother. It felt great not to have to keep any secrets but now...now I have to hide what I am.
I sighed then began to chant the spell. "Guard this threshold guard this door so Andrew Chandler Stroumboulopoulos can cross no more." I fell to my knees and stared at the candle for a minute as it flickered, then went out. "So mote it be."
"You really think that your puny magic could protect you from me?!? You ugly little slut" The harsh voice of my father grumbled.
I gasped and jumped up, turning to face him; obviously he had teleported in here, why didn't I remember that? I knew of spells that could do that. But noooo I'm blond so I have to be stupid and guard the door!
My little Chihuahua Tequila yipped nervously and my white kitten, Yuki, backed up into a corner, terrified. They had endured their own share of his wrath never physically, at least not yet.
I shuddered as I stared at the willow whip in his right hand. The scars on my back had fully healed now and were no more then white lines, like the ones on my wrist. But now there would be new cuts, which meant I wouldn't be able to wear a bra or a tight fitting top for weeks.
"Get out of that street walker uniform, whore." The same routine as always, I twitched slightly as I let my top and skirt fall to the ground, ignoring the tears that threatened to fall and let him know just how terrified I was.
I turned to the wall and unbuttoned my strapless bra, it fell to the floor and I felt as if it were smiling up at me. I shook my head and stared down at the material again, the face was gone.
The whip lashed across my back and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. It hurt, oh god it hurt but I'd be damned if I made a noise. I sent my mind somewhere else as it contacted with my back over and over again.
I remembered a poem I had altered slightly when I was younger, it had originally been called Sarah, but I changed the name to Celeste. The original put chills into my soul but when ever I read over my version in made me cry for hours.
All I can remember is the line my mom is dead, so there's no one left, to tuck me into bed. Not really all that sad, but it scared the crap out of me when I read over my work.
I cleared my mind and Chester's face swam in front of me. We had sat in that box for hours before we realized boxes are made of cardboard. But we're blond so we don't have to explain what made us so stupid.
I had told him to leave, if he hadn't of he would have been whipped too, I didn't want that to happen to him. I didn't wish for my worst enemy to be treated like this.
I gasped any cried out as the whips tip struck the small of my back. As a reflex I fell forward gasping and crying. The pain I had managed to ignore came back full force, in less then a minute. I shuddered and listened carefully, my father opened the door broke my force field and left me groaning and gasping for breath.
"You deserve this you little slut." Sarah's voice grumbled from the hall." You're a slut just like your mother, she's my mother too but I hate to think I have that blood in my body." I sat up and stared at the religious fanatic 25 year old. She's nine years old then me and she's done less with guys then I have.
Not that I have done all that much. By bible standards I am not totally pure, but I am a virgin, I can still wear white.
"It's a good thing you have none of fathers blood, or you would be such a disgrace to the Stroumboulopoulos name. You much rather disserve your real fathers name. Not that I'll tell you it why would I give you the satisfaction of knowing that? I hope you end up sleeping with another bastard child our whore of a mother had with one of her boy toys." My eyes had became wide and wider as I listened to her.
Not a Stroumboulopoulos? How could that be? I had seen my birth certificate clearly in bold letters at the top it said Born to Celeste Audrina Stroumboulopoulos and Andrew Chandler Stroumboulopoulos and those things don't lie. But it could be a fake. And my name...it clearly said Celeste Alexandra Stroumboulopoulos, Stroumboulopoulos! Not some playboys' last name! The last name of a family that was traced back to powerful historical figures!
Chester could be my brother. I thought laughing bitterly, I shook my head and stood slowly. I could feel the blood dribbling slowly down my back and eventually to my legs then floor.
"You mightn't be a Stroumboulopoulos either Sarah. After all if Momma was a slut then that means you could have been born out of wedlock as well." I smirked widely. "Maybe that's why you're a 25 year old virgin who's as flat as an ironing board, yet as fat as a blue whale?"
She slammed my door and I heard her stalk off. I groaned loudly ad walked into my bathroom. I began to fill the three and a half foot deep tub that was set into the floor. From my cupboard I removed a soap made from herbs with magical properties then sat crossed legged watching the tub fill.
When it was full I removed my blood soaked panties and slipped into the warm water. I poured in some relaxing herbal bubble bath then sunk beneath the surface for a few moments. When I came back through the foamy surface and sat on the soft slant so the water was up to my belly button lighting crackled and a tall man in camouflage with a giant wand appeared.
I screamed and sunk neck deep in the water and stared up at him. He began to talk in a Russian accent as he kept his eyes on me. "Shut up puny earth girl!" He yelled. I bit my lip and stared at him. The bubble bath I had thought relaxing suddenly became almost unbearable.
"I Jorgen Von Strangle am here to inform you, puny earth girl, that you will be receiving a Fairy Godfather."
My eyes widened and I asked my self what I had been smoking. I slowly began to fidget with the jelly bracelets on my left arm. The bracelets I never removed. My waterproof watch glinted brightly in the light and I sighed softly.
"Puny Earth Girl! Your fairy's name is Wandisimo; he's a Spanish fairy! Have fun!" I blinked as he disappeared the same way he came.
A freakishly buff fairy with black hair tan skin and purple eyes appeared. He was about the size of a ten year old with wings a wand and a little golden crown. I had the strangest urge to jump out of the water and poke his face saying ' heh! Your eyes are the coolest color ever!' but I didn't; I controlled myself and stared bleakly at him.
"Um...hi" I said in a small voice.
"I Wandisimo," He began flexing his muscles and ripping his shirt in a cheesy way, another appeared in its place."Shall be your fairy until you reach the age of 18. Then your memory will be erased. OR until you make some big mistake, or I make some big mistake and reveal my magic to humans."
I sighed, and began to fidget even more. "Uh...But I'm a witch...or a mage...or whatever! What do I need a creature with powers for? I'm good at magic by now, I can to decent spells..."
"Yes Celeste." He started and I could sense a lecture coming. I groaned softly and used a soft washcloth soaked in the herbal soap to clean my cuts. I hated being so flexible. Back in England guys always made perverted comments about it. "But I, the terribly sexy Wandisimo, will be there for you when your sister ad father are being harsh, when you get dumped, and your friends are being bitches. Sexy me will also grant you wishes!"
"You grant wishes, eh? Well Ok. I wish that these whip marks would be healed over into scabs." With a wave of his wand the blood stopped flowing from my wounds. I smiled and stood, then realizing what I had just done fell back down into the water blushing heavily. "Uh...Wandisimo...I'm not exactly comfortable with a guy I barely know in my bathroom while I'm in the tub..."
"What? You're saying you don't want sexy me around you? Ok Okay! Just so you know, I'll turn into a purple ferret in a magical cage on your dresser, ok?"
I nodded then after he left in a cloud that said 'poof' I quickly finished up with my bath, dressed in a purple and black silk negligee & thong I exited and slipped into my bed. Would have watched TV, had I been able to lie on my back.
"Night Tequila, night Yuki. Night Wandisimo, I'm sure once we get better aquatinted we'll be great friends! Come to school with me tomorrow, as a jelly-bracelet! That'll be so cool man!"
"Night Celeste." The ferret replied grinning widely. I closed my eyes and instantly gave into the fatigue I did not even notice I had been suffering from. After all it had been a long day, a very long day.
The next morning I was hanging around in homeroom with Chester, Timmy and A.J. The two boys had come from their own homerooms so we could hang around together. The face on Timmy notebook seemed to be staring strangely at the bracelet Wandisimo had transformed into that morning.
I shoved my left arm into the pocket of my hot pink sweater with Elmo as the logo. It had signatures of my friends back in England all over it and was known as the name shirt. I always wore it over tight black jeans.
Timmy seemed to notice the strange look on his notebook too. "Er...Celeste..." he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to an empty corridor. Behind him appeared two fairies. A green one who looked very, and I mean very, retarded. The second was a pink fairy in a yellow shirt and black pants.
Wandisimo snapped out of his bracelet form d stared at the two. "Wanda! My one true love! "He exclaimed grabbing the pink fairies hand and kissing it. I stared blankly then became very confused.
"Lips off my wife!" The green fairy exclaimed! "I have almost learned to turn my hand into a fist! Without magic." My blank stare became blanker as her struggled to make a fist.
"You have a fairy godparents?" Timmy asked ignoring the three.
"Since yesterday, yeah." I told the buck-toothed boy. The fairies continued on arguing while Timmy and I ignored them the only thing I caught was Wandisimo saying 'amor vincit omnia' Latin for love conquers all. Or Spanish, or whatever the language is, I really don't know.
I had already begun to like Wandisimo. He was really funny and decent once you got past the shallow bits of him. I had awoken early and discussed a lot of stuff with him this morning.
Now though he seemed so pathetic. He called Wanda his 'amor' or his lover, which is very stupid. According to her she had been married to the green haired and eyed fairy for the past 10,000 years.
10,000 years is a long time to sulk over someone who dumped you for a complete idiot. It's more then obvious that she dumped him considering how the buff fairy was acting.
I sighed as they continued arguing. "I WISH YOU WOULD STOP AGRUING!" Timmy and I yelled in unison. All three waved their wands and a cloud appeared for a split second reading 'happy' then disappeared.
"Did you really have to wave you wand for that?" I asked Wandisimo. He rolled his eyes and then mumbled no. I began to fidget with my bracelets as we walked back to class.
I was slowly walking towards the math classroom with Chester. We had a substitute because Crocker was now in a mental hospital recovering from his break down thingy yesterday.
The substitute was a brown haired woman called Mrs. Moody. She appeared nice but I knew not all teachers were really all that nice when they appeared to be. I collapsed in the same seat as yesterday with Chester on my right.
Everyone was yelling back and forth as we waited for her to arrive. Most were talking about the new teacher or Crockers admittance to the funny farm. Both Chester and I remained quiet staring blankly ahead.
Wandisimo had transformed himself into a binder and was muttering under his breath about how pathetic the green fairy, Cosmo, was.
Five minutes late the teacher walked in, and I sunk low in my seat. Back home any teachers that were the least it like her always targeted me for their questions. They knew a blond would never get one right; even through I am a good student most of the time.
"HI!" She called smiling; I sunk even lower as she scanned the classroom. "Sorry I was late, I had a doctors appointment! Turns out I am pregnant! I am so happy! My husband and I thought we would never have a child!" I relaxed slightly as I realized just how Chipper the teacher was. She acted blond, so I guessed her hair was dyed brown. "So, let's start off today with a pop quiz."
Everyone groaned loudly and I tensed again. I knew my suspicions had been right, EVIL! Pure evil. I heard a few of my fellow classmates mutter how she was just like Crocker and Chester glanced at me, a depressed expression on his face.
"So, what's your pop's name?" She asked smiling softly. Ok, so it was a joke. A very sucky joke but at least I wouldn't have to think.
I sat up straighter and decided to see if she really was decent. I had seen this on a TV show before hopefully it would work. "I bet I know where you got your wallet." I bet, it was truly a retarded joke, but it was one of the few I could say without being sent to the principals' office.
"Ok then." She replied.
"You got in on your ass." She stared at me blankly for a few moments then laughed. The rest of the class followed. Ok I like this teacher, I decided sitting up straighter in my seat.
The day passed by slowly until finally it was the end of the day. I was just out side the door of Chester's home.
"C'mon!" He cried grabbing my arm and dragging me inside. I had to say, it was a decent looking Mo Ho, which surprised me. Most of the Mo Hos I had seen in England were falling apart, and huge pieces of shit.
"Hi." A mans voice said. I turned and stared at a man in a plaid shirt, and jeans who had a brown paper bag over his head. I knew why he wore that bag but I definitely didn't see the need for him to wear it over his head indoors...if he had a make over he wouldn't need it at all.
"Tomorrow, I'm coming over here Mr. Mcbadbat and I'm going to give you a..." I paused to make everything dramatic, and I thanked god I hadn't dressed sluttly that day. "A MAKE-OVER!"
Both Mcbadbats stared blankly at me then Chester slowly began to show me around the Mo Ho. Soon after we were laughing and hyper all over again.
TBC
A/N POLL! Same as the last chapter.
Here this is my special poll!
How far do you want me to let Chester and Celeste go in this story? (The plot I have in my mind will stay the same no matter what I'll just put I the scenes or w/e.)
A) The hugging and kissing is enough
b) SECOND! Lol just let Chester touch Celeste's Boobies! Boobidy boob boob boob! c) Oral. Heh... I said oral.
d) All the way, no lemon, just make it obvious what happened.
e) All the way, with lemon!
Put the answer you choose in your review, just put the letter of the answer! I love you reviewers! Your what gave me the courage and energy to continue this ficcie!
Just click a simple button C'mon... I won't update if you don't click... just five seconds of typing for a whole new chapter! C'mon I know you want to...
Disclaimer: I do not Own Fairly Odd parents, or do I? Mu HA HA HA HA!!! Gets evil stares from the evil lawyers EPP! I do not own Fairly Odd Parents!!!
Chapter Four: Fairies!!!
My nostrils filled with the scent of Sandalwood and pine as I lit a green candle and Incense. I sighed setting the green candle down beside the threshold. The heavy scents began to make me drowsy but I ignored the urge to sleep. I had something to do.
I was setting up a spell of protection, protection from my father, the tyrant that haunted my nightmares. It would be my first spell since I moved to the USA; back in England I used my magic a lot. But back in England I had friends with powers as well.
Very few people have powers. I have only met four others not including my family. Melody her sister Charlene and her brothers Matt and Elbert and of course their mother. It felt great not to have to keep any secrets but now...now I have to hide what I am.
I sighed then began to chant the spell. "Guard this threshold guard this door so Andrew Chandler Stroumboulopoulos can cross no more." I fell to my knees and stared at the candle for a minute as it flickered, then went out. "So mote it be."
"You really think that your puny magic could protect you from me?!? You ugly little slut" The harsh voice of my father grumbled.
I gasped and jumped up, turning to face him; obviously he had teleported in here, why didn't I remember that? I knew of spells that could do that. But noooo I'm blond so I have to be stupid and guard the door!
My little Chihuahua Tequila yipped nervously and my white kitten, Yuki, backed up into a corner, terrified. They had endured their own share of his wrath never physically, at least not yet.
I shuddered as I stared at the willow whip in his right hand. The scars on my back had fully healed now and were no more then white lines, like the ones on my wrist. But now there would be new cuts, which meant I wouldn't be able to wear a bra or a tight fitting top for weeks.
"Get out of that street walker uniform, whore." The same routine as always, I twitched slightly as I let my top and skirt fall to the ground, ignoring the tears that threatened to fall and let him know just how terrified I was.
I turned to the wall and unbuttoned my strapless bra, it fell to the floor and I felt as if it were smiling up at me. I shook my head and stared down at the material again, the face was gone.
The whip lashed across my back and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. It hurt, oh god it hurt but I'd be damned if I made a noise. I sent my mind somewhere else as it contacted with my back over and over again.
I remembered a poem I had altered slightly when I was younger, it had originally been called Sarah, but I changed the name to Celeste. The original put chills into my soul but when ever I read over my version in made me cry for hours.
All I can remember is the line my mom is dead, so there's no one left, to tuck me into bed. Not really all that sad, but it scared the crap out of me when I read over my work.
I cleared my mind and Chester's face swam in front of me. We had sat in that box for hours before we realized boxes are made of cardboard. But we're blond so we don't have to explain what made us so stupid.
I had told him to leave, if he hadn't of he would have been whipped too, I didn't want that to happen to him. I didn't wish for my worst enemy to be treated like this.
I gasped any cried out as the whips tip struck the small of my back. As a reflex I fell forward gasping and crying. The pain I had managed to ignore came back full force, in less then a minute. I shuddered and listened carefully, my father opened the door broke my force field and left me groaning and gasping for breath.
"You deserve this you little slut." Sarah's voice grumbled from the hall." You're a slut just like your mother, she's my mother too but I hate to think I have that blood in my body." I sat up and stared at the religious fanatic 25 year old. She's nine years old then me and she's done less with guys then I have.
Not that I have done all that much. By bible standards I am not totally pure, but I am a virgin, I can still wear white.
"It's a good thing you have none of fathers blood, or you would be such a disgrace to the Stroumboulopoulos name. You much rather disserve your real fathers name. Not that I'll tell you it why would I give you the satisfaction of knowing that? I hope you end up sleeping with another bastard child our whore of a mother had with one of her boy toys." My eyes had became wide and wider as I listened to her.
Not a Stroumboulopoulos? How could that be? I had seen my birth certificate clearly in bold letters at the top it said Born to Celeste Audrina Stroumboulopoulos and Andrew Chandler Stroumboulopoulos and those things don't lie. But it could be a fake. And my name...it clearly said Celeste Alexandra Stroumboulopoulos, Stroumboulopoulos! Not some playboys' last name! The last name of a family that was traced back to powerful historical figures!
Chester could be my brother. I thought laughing bitterly, I shook my head and stood slowly. I could feel the blood dribbling slowly down my back and eventually to my legs then floor.
"You mightn't be a Stroumboulopoulos either Sarah. After all if Momma was a slut then that means you could have been born out of wedlock as well." I smirked widely. "Maybe that's why you're a 25 year old virgin who's as flat as an ironing board, yet as fat as a blue whale?"
She slammed my door and I heard her stalk off. I groaned loudly ad walked into my bathroom. I began to fill the three and a half foot deep tub that was set into the floor. From my cupboard I removed a soap made from herbs with magical properties then sat crossed legged watching the tub fill.
When it was full I removed my blood soaked panties and slipped into the warm water. I poured in some relaxing herbal bubble bath then sunk beneath the surface for a few moments. When I came back through the foamy surface and sat on the soft slant so the water was up to my belly button lighting crackled and a tall man in camouflage with a giant wand appeared.
I screamed and sunk neck deep in the water and stared up at him. He began to talk in a Russian accent as he kept his eyes on me. "Shut up puny earth girl!" He yelled. I bit my lip and stared at him. The bubble bath I had thought relaxing suddenly became almost unbearable.
"I Jorgen Von Strangle am here to inform you, puny earth girl, that you will be receiving a Fairy Godfather."
My eyes widened and I asked my self what I had been smoking. I slowly began to fidget with the jelly bracelets on my left arm. The bracelets I never removed. My waterproof watch glinted brightly in the light and I sighed softly.
"Puny Earth Girl! Your fairy's name is Wandisimo; he's a Spanish fairy! Have fun!" I blinked as he disappeared the same way he came.
A freakishly buff fairy with black hair tan skin and purple eyes appeared. He was about the size of a ten year old with wings a wand and a little golden crown. I had the strangest urge to jump out of the water and poke his face saying ' heh! Your eyes are the coolest color ever!' but I didn't; I controlled myself and stared bleakly at him.
"Um...hi" I said in a small voice.
"I Wandisimo," He began flexing his muscles and ripping his shirt in a cheesy way, another appeared in its place."Shall be your fairy until you reach the age of 18. Then your memory will be erased. OR until you make some big mistake, or I make some big mistake and reveal my magic to humans."
I sighed, and began to fidget even more. "Uh...But I'm a witch...or a mage...or whatever! What do I need a creature with powers for? I'm good at magic by now, I can to decent spells..."
"Yes Celeste." He started and I could sense a lecture coming. I groaned softly and used a soft washcloth soaked in the herbal soap to clean my cuts. I hated being so flexible. Back in England guys always made perverted comments about it. "But I, the terribly sexy Wandisimo, will be there for you when your sister ad father are being harsh, when you get dumped, and your friends are being bitches. Sexy me will also grant you wishes!"
"You grant wishes, eh? Well Ok. I wish that these whip marks would be healed over into scabs." With a wave of his wand the blood stopped flowing from my wounds. I smiled and stood, then realizing what I had just done fell back down into the water blushing heavily. "Uh...Wandisimo...I'm not exactly comfortable with a guy I barely know in my bathroom while I'm in the tub..."
"What? You're saying you don't want sexy me around you? Ok Okay! Just so you know, I'll turn into a purple ferret in a magical cage on your dresser, ok?"
I nodded then after he left in a cloud that said 'poof' I quickly finished up with my bath, dressed in a purple and black silk negligee & thong I exited and slipped into my bed. Would have watched TV, had I been able to lie on my back.
"Night Tequila, night Yuki. Night Wandisimo, I'm sure once we get better aquatinted we'll be great friends! Come to school with me tomorrow, as a jelly-bracelet! That'll be so cool man!"
"Night Celeste." The ferret replied grinning widely. I closed my eyes and instantly gave into the fatigue I did not even notice I had been suffering from. After all it had been a long day, a very long day.
The next morning I was hanging around in homeroom with Chester, Timmy and A.J. The two boys had come from their own homerooms so we could hang around together. The face on Timmy notebook seemed to be staring strangely at the bracelet Wandisimo had transformed into that morning.
I shoved my left arm into the pocket of my hot pink sweater with Elmo as the logo. It had signatures of my friends back in England all over it and was known as the name shirt. I always wore it over tight black jeans.
Timmy seemed to notice the strange look on his notebook too. "Er...Celeste..." he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to an empty corridor. Behind him appeared two fairies. A green one who looked very, and I mean very, retarded. The second was a pink fairy in a yellow shirt and black pants.
Wandisimo snapped out of his bracelet form d stared at the two. "Wanda! My one true love! "He exclaimed grabbing the pink fairies hand and kissing it. I stared blankly then became very confused.
"Lips off my wife!" The green fairy exclaimed! "I have almost learned to turn my hand into a fist! Without magic." My blank stare became blanker as her struggled to make a fist.
"You have a fairy godparents?" Timmy asked ignoring the three.
"Since yesterday, yeah." I told the buck-toothed boy. The fairies continued on arguing while Timmy and I ignored them the only thing I caught was Wandisimo saying 'amor vincit omnia' Latin for love conquers all. Or Spanish, or whatever the language is, I really don't know.
I had already begun to like Wandisimo. He was really funny and decent once you got past the shallow bits of him. I had awoken early and discussed a lot of stuff with him this morning.
Now though he seemed so pathetic. He called Wanda his 'amor' or his lover, which is very stupid. According to her she had been married to the green haired and eyed fairy for the past 10,000 years.
10,000 years is a long time to sulk over someone who dumped you for a complete idiot. It's more then obvious that she dumped him considering how the buff fairy was acting.
I sighed as they continued arguing. "I WISH YOU WOULD STOP AGRUING!" Timmy and I yelled in unison. All three waved their wands and a cloud appeared for a split second reading 'happy' then disappeared.
"Did you really have to wave you wand for that?" I asked Wandisimo. He rolled his eyes and then mumbled no. I began to fidget with my bracelets as we walked back to class.
I was slowly walking towards the math classroom with Chester. We had a substitute because Crocker was now in a mental hospital recovering from his break down thingy yesterday.
The substitute was a brown haired woman called Mrs. Moody. She appeared nice but I knew not all teachers were really all that nice when they appeared to be. I collapsed in the same seat as yesterday with Chester on my right.
Everyone was yelling back and forth as we waited for her to arrive. Most were talking about the new teacher or Crockers admittance to the funny farm. Both Chester and I remained quiet staring blankly ahead.
Wandisimo had transformed himself into a binder and was muttering under his breath about how pathetic the green fairy, Cosmo, was.
Five minutes late the teacher walked in, and I sunk low in my seat. Back home any teachers that were the least it like her always targeted me for their questions. They knew a blond would never get one right; even through I am a good student most of the time.
"HI!" She called smiling; I sunk even lower as she scanned the classroom. "Sorry I was late, I had a doctors appointment! Turns out I am pregnant! I am so happy! My husband and I thought we would never have a child!" I relaxed slightly as I realized just how Chipper the teacher was. She acted blond, so I guessed her hair was dyed brown. "So, let's start off today with a pop quiz."
Everyone groaned loudly and I tensed again. I knew my suspicions had been right, EVIL! Pure evil. I heard a few of my fellow classmates mutter how she was just like Crocker and Chester glanced at me, a depressed expression on his face.
"So, what's your pop's name?" She asked smiling softly. Ok, so it was a joke. A very sucky joke but at least I wouldn't have to think.
I sat up straighter and decided to see if she really was decent. I had seen this on a TV show before hopefully it would work. "I bet I know where you got your wallet." I bet, it was truly a retarded joke, but it was one of the few I could say without being sent to the principals' office.
"Ok then." She replied.
"You got in on your ass." She stared at me blankly for a few moments then laughed. The rest of the class followed. Ok I like this teacher, I decided sitting up straighter in my seat.
The day passed by slowly until finally it was the end of the day. I was just out side the door of Chester's home.
"C'mon!" He cried grabbing my arm and dragging me inside. I had to say, it was a decent looking Mo Ho, which surprised me. Most of the Mo Hos I had seen in England were falling apart, and huge pieces of shit.
"Hi." A mans voice said. I turned and stared at a man in a plaid shirt, and jeans who had a brown paper bag over his head. I knew why he wore that bag but I definitely didn't see the need for him to wear it over his head indoors...if he had a make over he wouldn't need it at all.
"Tomorrow, I'm coming over here Mr. Mcbadbat and I'm going to give you a..." I paused to make everything dramatic, and I thanked god I hadn't dressed sluttly that day. "A MAKE-OVER!"
Both Mcbadbats stared blankly at me then Chester slowly began to show me around the Mo Ho. Soon after we were laughing and hyper all over again.
TBC
A/N POLL! Same as the last chapter.
Here this is my special poll!
How far do you want me to let Chester and Celeste go in this story? (The plot I have in my mind will stay the same no matter what I'll just put I the scenes or w/e.)
A) The hugging and kissing is enough
b) SECOND! Lol just let Chester touch Celeste's Boobies! Boobidy boob boob boob! c) Oral. Heh... I said oral.
d) All the way, no lemon, just make it obvious what happened.
e) All the way, with lemon!
Put the answer you choose in your review, just put the letter of the answer! I love you reviewers! Your what gave me the courage and energy to continue this ficcie!
Just click a simple button C'mon... I won't update if you don't click... just five seconds of typing for a whole new chapter! C'mon I know you want to...