Whoah! Okay, after about a year, chapter 3 is finally up!!! *sweatdrop!!!*
Sorry people. I just lost interest in this fic and plus I've been uber-busy
with school. exams are coming up and everything... so crappers. _# Bleh.
Well I was looking through the files on my comp one day and here was this
fic, lying in a cobwebby corner, lonely and forgotten! Awww poor ficcy ;_;
Heh heh. Oh crap, I'm rambling again. Sorry! ^o^ So, just sit back, relax,
and enjoy the story. And give me a review when you're finished. Pweeeease!
Oh, and I don't own Mondo or Rockna.
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Monday after school, Rockna came over to my house. She'd brought her whole CD collection with her so we could choose a song for our routine. She owned 3 CD cases, each full to the brim with her many CDs.
"So," she declared as we sat on the couch in the living room, "get out your CDs, too."
I blushed, grinning sheepishly. "Um...I don't really have any CDs, actually," I admitted. I expected Rockna to laugh at me, but she didn't, for which I was relieved. "My parents have some, but they're all things like 'Greatest Hits from the 60's' and stuff."
Rockna did laugh this time, but it was good-naturedly. "Alright, it doesn't matter. I think we've got enough CDs to work with here already." As she spoke, she flipped through one of her CD cases, looking for potential songs. "Should we have a slow song, or fast?" she asked me.
"Hmm. It's up to you. Whatever you're more comfortable skating to." I grabbed one of her CD cases from the table, sunk into and armchair, and also began flipping through.
"I don't care. Let's just wait and see," came Rockna's response.
I suddenly grinned, coming to an interesting CD. "How 'bout this one?" I asked jokingly, standing up and putting the CD into the stereo and pressing play. A few seconds later, "Papi papi, papi chulo" came through the speakers. (A/N: I don't know if anyone knows this song [except if you live in Europe, maybe]?? Lol, anyways I luuuv it, annoying as it may be ^_^) Rockna laughed before shaking her head. "I don't think so," she said, still smiling. I chuckled too, happy for making Rockna laugh. We returned to looking through the CDs.
A few seconds later, Rockna inserted a new CD into the stereo. "This one?" she proposed, and the song "Fever" by Kylie Minogue started to play.
I listened and nodded my head slowly. "Yeah, it's okay," I replied. "How long is it, though?"
"3 minutes, 32 seconds. 2 seconds over the 3 ½ minute limit."
"Maybe they won't mind? They said they didn't get as many applicants as usual this year."
"Yeah that's true, but you never know. It'll be better just not to take any chances." Rockna took the CD out of the stereo and we continued our search.
We kept proposing songs but there was never one that we agreed on. It was either too long, too short, too fast, too slow, too boring, too hard to skate to. After one hour of searching, we'd gone through all 3 of Rockna's CD cases. And unfortunately, we STILL didn't have a song.
Rockna sighed, frustrated. "I can't believe it!" she cried, "Out of all these songs! There's not even one that we could skate to!" She frowned. "Why is there this stupid time limit anyways? 3 ½ minutes? What's the point? Ugh!" she flopped down on the couch and closed her eyes, pushing some of her emerald hair away from her eyes.
I watched her silently, upset because she was upset. "I'm sorry, Rockna," I said quietly.
She opened her eyes and smiled weakly. "Cheer up! It's not your fault. Hey... hey!" She sat up straight suddenly, her eyes shining. "Put in your parent's 60's CD! Who knows! It's worth a try!"
I nodded and inserted the CD. I handed Rockna the CD case, with the songs listed on the back of it, so she could choose a song. "Number 6," she said decidedly after examining the list. I obeyed and pressed play.
"...and then I saw her face...now I'm a believer..." The old song 'I'm a believer' by the Monkees started to play. Rockna jumped up from the couch. "What do you think?" she asked excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.
"It's...perfect!" I cried, grinning also. Rockna gave a little shout of joy and began dancing around the room. I watched her, laughing, and then she took my hands in her's and spun in circles. (A/N: Um... actually I have no idea how long this song is, so please just read this with an open mind and pretend that it's less than 3 ½ minutes! Thanks a million. -_-;;;;)
"I guess my parent's music taste isn't completely worthless," I said after the song had ended and we were just sitting on the couch, talking about the skating contest. Rockna giggled happily, but became serious when she thought of something: "What about costumes? I don't think it said we had to have costumes, but maybe the judges would give us a better score?"
I nodded. "Yeah, we should definitely have costumes. But don't worry, my grandma is a pro at sewing. She could make us some real quick. What I'm more worried about is inventing our routine. We only have less than a week and we can't exactly go to the skating rink every day. For one thing, we have tons of homework this week."
Rockna nodded solemnly. "Yeah." She sighed, tired. "But we'll think of something, Mondo."
'I hope,' I couldn't help thinking to myself.
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Well, there you have it! Chapitre numéro trois! I hope it was worth the wait =D The story should start being a little less boring from now one, hopefully. But don't forget to come back and read the fourth chapter when it comes! I won't abandon this fic again, promise!
WILL MONDO AND ROCKNA WIN THE CONTEST? WILL MONDO TELL ROCKNA HIS FEELINGS?
STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT! ;D
Oh, and I don't own Mondo or Rockna.
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Monday after school, Rockna came over to my house. She'd brought her whole CD collection with her so we could choose a song for our routine. She owned 3 CD cases, each full to the brim with her many CDs.
"So," she declared as we sat on the couch in the living room, "get out your CDs, too."
I blushed, grinning sheepishly. "Um...I don't really have any CDs, actually," I admitted. I expected Rockna to laugh at me, but she didn't, for which I was relieved. "My parents have some, but they're all things like 'Greatest Hits from the 60's' and stuff."
Rockna did laugh this time, but it was good-naturedly. "Alright, it doesn't matter. I think we've got enough CDs to work with here already." As she spoke, she flipped through one of her CD cases, looking for potential songs. "Should we have a slow song, or fast?" she asked me.
"Hmm. It's up to you. Whatever you're more comfortable skating to." I grabbed one of her CD cases from the table, sunk into and armchair, and also began flipping through.
"I don't care. Let's just wait and see," came Rockna's response.
I suddenly grinned, coming to an interesting CD. "How 'bout this one?" I asked jokingly, standing up and putting the CD into the stereo and pressing play. A few seconds later, "Papi papi, papi chulo" came through the speakers. (A/N: I don't know if anyone knows this song [except if you live in Europe, maybe]?? Lol, anyways I luuuv it, annoying as it may be ^_^) Rockna laughed before shaking her head. "I don't think so," she said, still smiling. I chuckled too, happy for making Rockna laugh. We returned to looking through the CDs.
A few seconds later, Rockna inserted a new CD into the stereo. "This one?" she proposed, and the song "Fever" by Kylie Minogue started to play.
I listened and nodded my head slowly. "Yeah, it's okay," I replied. "How long is it, though?"
"3 minutes, 32 seconds. 2 seconds over the 3 ½ minute limit."
"Maybe they won't mind? They said they didn't get as many applicants as usual this year."
"Yeah that's true, but you never know. It'll be better just not to take any chances." Rockna took the CD out of the stereo and we continued our search.
We kept proposing songs but there was never one that we agreed on. It was either too long, too short, too fast, too slow, too boring, too hard to skate to. After one hour of searching, we'd gone through all 3 of Rockna's CD cases. And unfortunately, we STILL didn't have a song.
Rockna sighed, frustrated. "I can't believe it!" she cried, "Out of all these songs! There's not even one that we could skate to!" She frowned. "Why is there this stupid time limit anyways? 3 ½ minutes? What's the point? Ugh!" she flopped down on the couch and closed her eyes, pushing some of her emerald hair away from her eyes.
I watched her silently, upset because she was upset. "I'm sorry, Rockna," I said quietly.
She opened her eyes and smiled weakly. "Cheer up! It's not your fault. Hey... hey!" She sat up straight suddenly, her eyes shining. "Put in your parent's 60's CD! Who knows! It's worth a try!"
I nodded and inserted the CD. I handed Rockna the CD case, with the songs listed on the back of it, so she could choose a song. "Number 6," she said decidedly after examining the list. I obeyed and pressed play.
"...and then I saw her face...now I'm a believer..." The old song 'I'm a believer' by the Monkees started to play. Rockna jumped up from the couch. "What do you think?" she asked excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.
"It's...perfect!" I cried, grinning also. Rockna gave a little shout of joy and began dancing around the room. I watched her, laughing, and then she took my hands in her's and spun in circles. (A/N: Um... actually I have no idea how long this song is, so please just read this with an open mind and pretend that it's less than 3 ½ minutes! Thanks a million. -_-;;;;)
"I guess my parent's music taste isn't completely worthless," I said after the song had ended and we were just sitting on the couch, talking about the skating contest. Rockna giggled happily, but became serious when she thought of something: "What about costumes? I don't think it said we had to have costumes, but maybe the judges would give us a better score?"
I nodded. "Yeah, we should definitely have costumes. But don't worry, my grandma is a pro at sewing. She could make us some real quick. What I'm more worried about is inventing our routine. We only have less than a week and we can't exactly go to the skating rink every day. For one thing, we have tons of homework this week."
Rockna nodded solemnly. "Yeah." She sighed, tired. "But we'll think of something, Mondo."
'I hope,' I couldn't help thinking to myself.
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Well, there you have it! Chapitre numéro trois! I hope it was worth the wait =D The story should start being a little less boring from now one, hopefully. But don't forget to come back and read the fourth chapter when it comes! I won't abandon this fic again, promise!
WILL MONDO AND ROCKNA WIN THE CONTEST? WILL MONDO TELL ROCKNA HIS FEELINGS?
STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT! ;D