A/N Chester POV! All I have to say is...NO LEMON!
Cosmo: Mariklover12 does not own me or Timmy or the TACOS! Or my cheese pudding!
Chapter eight: deepening the relationship
I walked into Celeste's room out of sheer boredom. She stood staring at herself in the mirror, her kimono like bathrobe slightly off her shoulders as she glared bitterly at the bikini lines. She didn't seem to notice me, and neither did Wandisimo, who after a few moments poofed away while muttering under his breath about Fiery.
Celeste turned and walked to the bathroom. Soon after I heard the water began to run and her clicking glasses of bubble bath and bath salts together. I sighed and sat down on her bed, then switched on the TV. She was going to take a bath, so it would be a long wait.
The TV was playing a cartoon in Japanese. It had no English subtitles and eventually my head began to hurt, but I recognized the characters Celeste was constantly drawing them, and the guy in the red kimono...he was wearing a neck lace like mine. Rosaries.
I changed the channel and became absorbed in a mindless sitcom. I fidgeted with the rosaries, they burnt my fingers but I didn't remove my hand. My mind was blank and I wasn't feeling anything, physically or emotionally.
My father always regarded Celeste strangely. As if he too had known her long before she came over and told him she would give him a makeover. I knew that was impossible...but why did both my father and I always feel so...so connected to the young mage?
Could it be a spell she placed over us? Or was it just because of how sweet she was, unless of course she was provoked. When I found out why, I would wish I never knew the strange confusing soap opera like truth.
I shook my head ad changed the subject of the confusion I had been feeling for months and thought of what it was like back home. Tootie was constantly hanging off of s, but not one of us could stand her.
The ugly girls obsession with my best friend had come back full force, and I usually ended up hiding him from her. I couldn't believe I had thought Celeste would want to be friends with her.
"Chester?" Celeste asked, I looked up and seen in standing before me, a complete look of shook on her face, and nothing on her body. "What are you doing here?" She didn't move to try and get clothing to cover herself from my eyes, which had grown wide. She was even more beautiful this way. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
I moved into a meditation position but didn't say a single word. Slowly Celeste walked towards me the sat on the bed, beside me, her lime green eyes full of some emotion I couldn't pin point. Was that...did she want...me?
"Celeste. I...I love you, and we've been going out for so long. Most people do the things after only dating for half the time we have." She seemed slightly taken aback by my words, then she smiled seductively and began to play with the zipper of my jeans.
Later I fell into a blissful sleep with her in my arms. She stayed awake longer then I had, I am sure of that. I awoke hours later and stared down at the thin girl in my arms. A soft smile was on her face and her breathing was soft and slow. She was still asleep.
I turned towards the window; the first bit of sunrise had begun. " Beautiful isn't it?" Celeste asked, she had awoken shortly after me and was watching the morning light with me. "Let's get dressed and watch the sunrise on the morning that marks a big step in our relationship.
I nodded and we did as she had suggested. Everything was beautiful, the sun was slowly rising above the water, giving it a beautiful red gold color, and the sky above us was still royal purple.
I held Celeste to me and smiled, she was right this was a big step of our lives. And yet...yet I felt basically the same, the only difference in me seemed to be my feelings towards Celeste. They seemed to have deepened; they seemed to have as much force as a thousand tornados.
She didn't appear any different either. Except her eyes; they seemed so optimistic now. She seemed to be more animated and happier. Last night if she had felt any pain, she didn't show it.
A Jamaican couple just a few years older then us stood a few feet away. On their fingers were wedding bands and didn't even seem to notice the two of us. Soon later the sun had risen and we retuned to our hotel room.
Wandisimo floated angrily in the air, his arms crossed and the red haired Asian fairy Fiery floated beside him, looking confused. Her eyes blinked rapidly as Wandisimo opened his mouth and his eyes narrowed, his featured contorted and twisted becoming ugly. "Celeste Stroumboulopoulos what did you do with Chester last night?"
She made an odd choking noise and her features turned angry. But her eyes, her eyes that were windows into her soul, became sad, scared, and misty. Was she scared of what he would do to her? Or was she scared that her would hate her and think she had acted promiscuous? "W-we...we...we." She stammered. I understood she wouldn't be able to tell him, at least not now.
Her fairy Godfather crossed his arms and glared, the image of a suburban home father. He glared at her as she stammered, trying to get her words out. Finally she got the words out. He stared from her to me, then back to her.
"You little nymphomaniac!" he hissed, his purple eyes grew narrower and Fiery gabbed hold of one of his arms, muttering something into his ear I couldn't hear. "I don't care if Nymphomania isn't a real mental disability! It means the same as slut, skank or ho, but I am not about to call her that."
The female fairy glared and then poofed away. Smooth move captain America, I thought, and I nearly said it too, until I remembered how angry he was. "You...you... I can't believe it Celeste! You want to be a singer, if you get pregnant all that's gone!" He shrieked angrily. Slowly she nodded and Wandisimo turned to me, then he too poofed away.
Nymphomania, I remembered they spoke of it in Sex Ed once. I think they started it in the medieval times; it was when a woman was obsessed with sex. If they decided that she was a nymphomaniac they would cut off a certain part of her. Even if she seemed to enjoy sex they cold say she was a nymphomaniac. It was just removed from psychological texts in the '80s.
Celeste turned to me. Her face held the same expression I had seen on her dog Tequila, confusion, with her head leant to the side. The tears began to fall from her eyes and I moved quickly to her, and held her to me, muttering over and over that it would be all right. The truth I, on an earth that should be called hell, it will never be all right.
"Don't you cry too Chester." She whispered smiling up at me. "I'm weak, and if you're weak too then both of us...we'll both fall apart...and we'll be nothing." She sniffed attempting to smile, but her face fell.
"I'm not crying." I retorted, but even I heard my voice crack. I felt the tears falling down my cheeks, and I seen them splash onto the floor. I didn't care; I whipped my hand across my face, and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Come on, let us go downstairs and swim." She nodded slowly and changed into her skimping pink and orange bikini.
Our summer vacation passed, and after a while Wandisimo calmed down. Celeste and I 'expressed our love in the most romantic way possible' but the summer ended, and we sat together in our homeroom class, at the beginning of our final year of school
Celeste flopped into her seat and stared blankly ahead. ' God, I wish Melody was here." She muttered. I rolled my eyes; my girlfriend constantly did this not even remembering her fairy Godfather.
The dark haired girl walked into the room and smiled. Many boys turned her way, but Timmy seemed fascinated with her. He looked at her the way he looked at Trixie. A look tat hadn't changed for the past seven years.
"Mel!" Celeste cried jumping up and hugging her friend. She then dragged melody to the seat to her let, ad nearly forced her into it. "Oh my god! I'm so excited! My bestest friend ever is back!"
Melody smiled, humoring the brain dead blond. From behind Celeste I waved dramatically, and smiled stupidly. "HI MELODY!" I cried, and jumped up and ran to her, hugging her tightly then standing back to smile. "Don't you just feel so loved?"
The dark haired girl rolled her eyes but didn't respond. Her ad Celeste began to talk at an insanely scary pace. I sat back down in my seat and allowed myself to go blank. Strangely, as always, whenever I attempt to go blank idiotic thoughts floated into my mind.
I never really did understand...why we couldn't sit on the floor in class. Or why Canadians say eh, or why there's only one person alive who can lick her elbow, Daisha Williams, Queer shits going on.
I mean I am wearing a necklace that makes me fall o my face every time a certain mage says trailer trash. Weird...Oh well she's a mage, but that doesn't explain the necklaces effects on her. Melody handed Celeste a book entitled 'Magecraft' and mumbled something about it being the best magic book available.
I sighed and sunk lower in my chair. She's a mage, any kid she has will be a mage, so, who knows what shit could happen if I got her pregnant. That was a scary thought. What would I do then? I shook my head to clear it, and then rose as the bell for first class went. This year Celeste and I only had lunch together.
God I am so brain dead. I thought as I walked past locker after locker, heading towards math class.
I heard the loud and familiar music to 'the real slim shady' playing, and I sighed loudly. He's baaaack, I thought pushing through the crowd that surrounded the door and staring in at the man who had scared the shit out of me since I began my school years.
"Y'all act like you've never seen a madman before, like FAIRY GODPARENTS just burst through the door, granting their godchildren wishes, the first through the door is making magic spells.
"It's coming, it's coming, oh wait no wait, he didn't just, turn me into a turtle did he? And Jorgen Von strange said...nothing you idiots! Jorgen's in the fetal position locked in my basement!
"Insane mental institution women love Denzel Crocker, tke tke tke Denzel Crocker, I'm sick of him, walking around waving that toy wand, and using that fairy finder. Yeah, he sure is insane though.
"Yeah, I have a million screws up in my head lose, but no worse then the wishes the fairies have granted! Sometimes I just want to upload a video audio proof on my Kazaa, but I can't cause Metallica made Kazaa Illegal in the USA!
"My fairy finder's in your face, my fairy finder's in your face, and if I'm lucky, you just might be a fairy..." he finally noticed us and I had a déjà vu kind of feeling. I shuddered then walked to the very back taking a seat next to Timmy.
A.J never had any class with us except English, since the ninth grade, he all ready took collage mathematics, and other collage classes that were to complicated for me to write, think or pronounce.
I groaned as the class began to progress. Last year I had barely scrapped by in math, all the rest of my clique had gotten some of the best marks in the school.
TBC...
A/N (sighs loudly) yes, I know only four pages, but I hit a bad case of writers block and couldn't get much more creative then this, don't worry, I will be typing up chapter nine as soon as I post this, which means I won't be working in class and risking a detention for you people! So because of my...sacrifice...you should review! He's a parody of when Wandisimo turned Cosmo into a turtle in fairy fairy quite contrary. Cosmo: Review...Review....
Cosmo: Mariklover12 does not own me or Timmy or the TACOS! Or my cheese pudding!
Chapter eight: deepening the relationship
I walked into Celeste's room out of sheer boredom. She stood staring at herself in the mirror, her kimono like bathrobe slightly off her shoulders as she glared bitterly at the bikini lines. She didn't seem to notice me, and neither did Wandisimo, who after a few moments poofed away while muttering under his breath about Fiery.
Celeste turned and walked to the bathroom. Soon after I heard the water began to run and her clicking glasses of bubble bath and bath salts together. I sighed and sat down on her bed, then switched on the TV. She was going to take a bath, so it would be a long wait.
The TV was playing a cartoon in Japanese. It had no English subtitles and eventually my head began to hurt, but I recognized the characters Celeste was constantly drawing them, and the guy in the red kimono...he was wearing a neck lace like mine. Rosaries.
I changed the channel and became absorbed in a mindless sitcom. I fidgeted with the rosaries, they burnt my fingers but I didn't remove my hand. My mind was blank and I wasn't feeling anything, physically or emotionally.
My father always regarded Celeste strangely. As if he too had known her long before she came over and told him she would give him a makeover. I knew that was impossible...but why did both my father and I always feel so...so connected to the young mage?
Could it be a spell she placed over us? Or was it just because of how sweet she was, unless of course she was provoked. When I found out why, I would wish I never knew the strange confusing soap opera like truth.
I shook my head ad changed the subject of the confusion I had been feeling for months and thought of what it was like back home. Tootie was constantly hanging off of s, but not one of us could stand her.
The ugly girls obsession with my best friend had come back full force, and I usually ended up hiding him from her. I couldn't believe I had thought Celeste would want to be friends with her.
"Chester?" Celeste asked, I looked up and seen in standing before me, a complete look of shook on her face, and nothing on her body. "What are you doing here?" She didn't move to try and get clothing to cover herself from my eyes, which had grown wide. She was even more beautiful this way. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
I moved into a meditation position but didn't say a single word. Slowly Celeste walked towards me the sat on the bed, beside me, her lime green eyes full of some emotion I couldn't pin point. Was that...did she want...me?
"Celeste. I...I love you, and we've been going out for so long. Most people do the things after only dating for half the time we have." She seemed slightly taken aback by my words, then she smiled seductively and began to play with the zipper of my jeans.
Later I fell into a blissful sleep with her in my arms. She stayed awake longer then I had, I am sure of that. I awoke hours later and stared down at the thin girl in my arms. A soft smile was on her face and her breathing was soft and slow. She was still asleep.
I turned towards the window; the first bit of sunrise had begun. " Beautiful isn't it?" Celeste asked, she had awoken shortly after me and was watching the morning light with me. "Let's get dressed and watch the sunrise on the morning that marks a big step in our relationship.
I nodded and we did as she had suggested. Everything was beautiful, the sun was slowly rising above the water, giving it a beautiful red gold color, and the sky above us was still royal purple.
I held Celeste to me and smiled, she was right this was a big step of our lives. And yet...yet I felt basically the same, the only difference in me seemed to be my feelings towards Celeste. They seemed to have deepened; they seemed to have as much force as a thousand tornados.
She didn't appear any different either. Except her eyes; they seemed so optimistic now. She seemed to be more animated and happier. Last night if she had felt any pain, she didn't show it.
A Jamaican couple just a few years older then us stood a few feet away. On their fingers were wedding bands and didn't even seem to notice the two of us. Soon later the sun had risen and we retuned to our hotel room.
Wandisimo floated angrily in the air, his arms crossed and the red haired Asian fairy Fiery floated beside him, looking confused. Her eyes blinked rapidly as Wandisimo opened his mouth and his eyes narrowed, his featured contorted and twisted becoming ugly. "Celeste Stroumboulopoulos what did you do with Chester last night?"
She made an odd choking noise and her features turned angry. But her eyes, her eyes that were windows into her soul, became sad, scared, and misty. Was she scared of what he would do to her? Or was she scared that her would hate her and think she had acted promiscuous? "W-we...we...we." She stammered. I understood she wouldn't be able to tell him, at least not now.
Her fairy Godfather crossed his arms and glared, the image of a suburban home father. He glared at her as she stammered, trying to get her words out. Finally she got the words out. He stared from her to me, then back to her.
"You little nymphomaniac!" he hissed, his purple eyes grew narrower and Fiery gabbed hold of one of his arms, muttering something into his ear I couldn't hear. "I don't care if Nymphomania isn't a real mental disability! It means the same as slut, skank or ho, but I am not about to call her that."
The female fairy glared and then poofed away. Smooth move captain America, I thought, and I nearly said it too, until I remembered how angry he was. "You...you... I can't believe it Celeste! You want to be a singer, if you get pregnant all that's gone!" He shrieked angrily. Slowly she nodded and Wandisimo turned to me, then he too poofed away.
Nymphomania, I remembered they spoke of it in Sex Ed once. I think they started it in the medieval times; it was when a woman was obsessed with sex. If they decided that she was a nymphomaniac they would cut off a certain part of her. Even if she seemed to enjoy sex they cold say she was a nymphomaniac. It was just removed from psychological texts in the '80s.
Celeste turned to me. Her face held the same expression I had seen on her dog Tequila, confusion, with her head leant to the side. The tears began to fall from her eyes and I moved quickly to her, and held her to me, muttering over and over that it would be all right. The truth I, on an earth that should be called hell, it will never be all right.
"Don't you cry too Chester." She whispered smiling up at me. "I'm weak, and if you're weak too then both of us...we'll both fall apart...and we'll be nothing." She sniffed attempting to smile, but her face fell.
"I'm not crying." I retorted, but even I heard my voice crack. I felt the tears falling down my cheeks, and I seen them splash onto the floor. I didn't care; I whipped my hand across my face, and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Come on, let us go downstairs and swim." She nodded slowly and changed into her skimping pink and orange bikini.
Our summer vacation passed, and after a while Wandisimo calmed down. Celeste and I 'expressed our love in the most romantic way possible' but the summer ended, and we sat together in our homeroom class, at the beginning of our final year of school
Celeste flopped into her seat and stared blankly ahead. ' God, I wish Melody was here." She muttered. I rolled my eyes; my girlfriend constantly did this not even remembering her fairy Godfather.
The dark haired girl walked into the room and smiled. Many boys turned her way, but Timmy seemed fascinated with her. He looked at her the way he looked at Trixie. A look tat hadn't changed for the past seven years.
"Mel!" Celeste cried jumping up and hugging her friend. She then dragged melody to the seat to her let, ad nearly forced her into it. "Oh my god! I'm so excited! My bestest friend ever is back!"
Melody smiled, humoring the brain dead blond. From behind Celeste I waved dramatically, and smiled stupidly. "HI MELODY!" I cried, and jumped up and ran to her, hugging her tightly then standing back to smile. "Don't you just feel so loved?"
The dark haired girl rolled her eyes but didn't respond. Her ad Celeste began to talk at an insanely scary pace. I sat back down in my seat and allowed myself to go blank. Strangely, as always, whenever I attempt to go blank idiotic thoughts floated into my mind.
I never really did understand...why we couldn't sit on the floor in class. Or why Canadians say eh, or why there's only one person alive who can lick her elbow, Daisha Williams, Queer shits going on.
I mean I am wearing a necklace that makes me fall o my face every time a certain mage says trailer trash. Weird...Oh well she's a mage, but that doesn't explain the necklaces effects on her. Melody handed Celeste a book entitled 'Magecraft' and mumbled something about it being the best magic book available.
I sighed and sunk lower in my chair. She's a mage, any kid she has will be a mage, so, who knows what shit could happen if I got her pregnant. That was a scary thought. What would I do then? I shook my head to clear it, and then rose as the bell for first class went. This year Celeste and I only had lunch together.
God I am so brain dead. I thought as I walked past locker after locker, heading towards math class.
I heard the loud and familiar music to 'the real slim shady' playing, and I sighed loudly. He's baaaack, I thought pushing through the crowd that surrounded the door and staring in at the man who had scared the shit out of me since I began my school years.
"Y'all act like you've never seen a madman before, like FAIRY GODPARENTS just burst through the door, granting their godchildren wishes, the first through the door is making magic spells.
"It's coming, it's coming, oh wait no wait, he didn't just, turn me into a turtle did he? And Jorgen Von strange said...nothing you idiots! Jorgen's in the fetal position locked in my basement!
"Insane mental institution women love Denzel Crocker, tke tke tke Denzel Crocker, I'm sick of him, walking around waving that toy wand, and using that fairy finder. Yeah, he sure is insane though.
"Yeah, I have a million screws up in my head lose, but no worse then the wishes the fairies have granted! Sometimes I just want to upload a video audio proof on my Kazaa, but I can't cause Metallica made Kazaa Illegal in the USA!
"My fairy finder's in your face, my fairy finder's in your face, and if I'm lucky, you just might be a fairy..." he finally noticed us and I had a déjà vu kind of feeling. I shuddered then walked to the very back taking a seat next to Timmy.
A.J never had any class with us except English, since the ninth grade, he all ready took collage mathematics, and other collage classes that were to complicated for me to write, think or pronounce.
I groaned as the class began to progress. Last year I had barely scrapped by in math, all the rest of my clique had gotten some of the best marks in the school.
TBC...
A/N (sighs loudly) yes, I know only four pages, but I hit a bad case of writers block and couldn't get much more creative then this, don't worry, I will be typing up chapter nine as soon as I post this, which means I won't be working in class and risking a detention for you people! So because of my...sacrifice...you should review! He's a parody of when Wandisimo turned Cosmo into a turtle in fairy fairy quite contrary. Cosmo: Review...Review....