"How can I marry a man who spends more time with his work than he does with me?" she shouted as she walked to the other side of the room.
There he stood, Roger Smith, a man who had made something of himself by the time he was twenty, a man who had made hundreds of thousands of dollars and a man who had given her everything she ever wanted. He had never deprived her of anything, yet there she stood being as ungrateful as ever!
Roger could feel a tension headache coming on, and he put his hand to his head.
She gathered as much as she could into a large, black suitcase.
"I'll be back for the rest of my things."
"You mean the things I bought you?"
"They were gifts Roger, you can't keep them!"
Roger sighed.
"Fine, take what you want! I DON'T CARE!"
"FINE THEN!" she shouted.
She gave him one final glance before she slammed the door behind her.
He whispered,
"Lalia..."
Roger was suddenly awakened by the piano playing of R. Dorothy Wayneright.
**UGH**
He burst out of his room in his black robe.
"Dorothy, don't you think you could let me sleep in just once?"
The android girl didn't stop playing, she continued just the same, but turned her head to look at him.
"If I let you sleep in, then I would be braking a very important tradition, Roger."
Roger could have sworn she was grinning, but in a flash her face was back to its normal, blank look. Still half asleep, Roger walked back into his room, showered, and got dressed.
When he came out, a piping hot breakfast was awaiting him.
'So I guess this day isn't as horrible as I thought!' Roger thought as he took a bite of his scrambled eggs.
Norman came up the stairs and said with a deep frown,
"Master Roger, you have a young lady downstairs who is demanding to see you."
Roger smirked. Dorothy sat at the other end of the long table.
"See Dorothy? The women can't resist me."
"You're a louse, Roger Smith."
Roger smiled. A louse? Yup! And he was proud of it!
Echoing through the halls came an irritated voice.
"Norman," the voice spoke. "I refuse to wait for Roger Smith! We have some unfinished business!"
Roger nearly choked on his breakfast.
"LALIA?!?!?"
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HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE....so what do you think? I'm looking forward to writing this, I have some good ideas of where this can go. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and gimme lots of reviews to let me know what you think. Thanks!
~*Tori*~
There he stood, Roger Smith, a man who had made something of himself by the time he was twenty, a man who had made hundreds of thousands of dollars and a man who had given her everything she ever wanted. He had never deprived her of anything, yet there she stood being as ungrateful as ever!
Roger could feel a tension headache coming on, and he put his hand to his head.
She gathered as much as she could into a large, black suitcase.
"I'll be back for the rest of my things."
"You mean the things I bought you?"
"They were gifts Roger, you can't keep them!"
Roger sighed.
"Fine, take what you want! I DON'T CARE!"
"FINE THEN!" she shouted.
She gave him one final glance before she slammed the door behind her.
He whispered,
"Lalia..."
Roger was suddenly awakened by the piano playing of R. Dorothy Wayneright.
**UGH**
He burst out of his room in his black robe.
"Dorothy, don't you think you could let me sleep in just once?"
The android girl didn't stop playing, she continued just the same, but turned her head to look at him.
"If I let you sleep in, then I would be braking a very important tradition, Roger."
Roger could have sworn she was grinning, but in a flash her face was back to its normal, blank look. Still half asleep, Roger walked back into his room, showered, and got dressed.
When he came out, a piping hot breakfast was awaiting him.
'So I guess this day isn't as horrible as I thought!' Roger thought as he took a bite of his scrambled eggs.
Norman came up the stairs and said with a deep frown,
"Master Roger, you have a young lady downstairs who is demanding to see you."
Roger smirked. Dorothy sat at the other end of the long table.
"See Dorothy? The women can't resist me."
"You're a louse, Roger Smith."
Roger smiled. A louse? Yup! And he was proud of it!
Echoing through the halls came an irritated voice.
"Norman," the voice spoke. "I refuse to wait for Roger Smith! We have some unfinished business!"
Roger nearly choked on his breakfast.
"LALIA?!?!?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE....so what do you think? I'm looking forward to writing this, I have some good ideas of where this can go. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and gimme lots of reviews to let me know what you think. Thanks!
~*Tori*~