Hey everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated or reviewed anything in so long,
first my computer had a virus, then I wanted to rewrite the last couple of
chapters. You see, I had this all previously set up, as to where it was
finished, and was preparing for a sequel, but I didn't like it, so here's
what I think is a much better continuation of Cold For September. Thanks
for reading and all your reviews!
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Dedication:: All the Ziggy Girl's out there, there are so many of you, so this is for all of you! Mwah!
Disclaimer:: I don't own holes. Never have never will. But this is my story, and Carrie belongs to me. Maybe you can find her on the corner one night though, trust me, she's pretty cheap!
Contact:: You know the drill...
Date Typed:: March 23
Rating:: This one isn't too bad, so I'd say PG-13, but there's a few bits that should be R.
Authors Notes:: Sorry again I haven't updated in forever! I hoped to add couple chapters to ALL my stories today! I'm using a new separator cuz the old one got boring... anything else...? Not that I can think of. Ah Well, review!
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Okay, I admit it. That was weak. And childish. I did once in third grade to a girl name Claire, but that's a different story. What bothers me the most was that he said something, but I was such a puss, I don't hang around to listen.
Not that it would've been I Love you too, it was probably "YOU FAG" or something along the lines of that.
"Ricky! Carrie is here!"
Oh no. Not again.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly jumped up, throwing on a clean shirt. Thinking fast I sniffed the air, thank god it didn't smell like armpit or anything. She stepped in, no, stepped is the wrong word.
She made a grand entrance, smiling and shaking her head in that way that girls think guys think is sexy. Did that make any sense? Oh well, but the shake thing looks like a dog just got wet and is shaking dry. Yuck. Even if I like girls now that wouldn't be attractive.
"Hi Ricky." She cooed, setting on the bed next to me. "Or shall I follow fish boy's advice and call you Zig Zag?"
"Whatever you wanna call me is cool, I guess..."
"Can I call you mine?"
"Huh?"
She giggled and scooted closer, leaning down as if to show off her cleveage, which she had none to show in the first place.
"Look Zig Zag, "she said, standing up and slinking over seductively, "I want you. I want you. Not anybody else. Y. O.U"
Congratulations Miss America! You is spelled Y-O-U! You win!
Her spelling reminded me a little of Zero, but I couldn't laugh or she would think I was making fun of her. Not that I wasn't, but even a couple years at Camp Green Lake doesn't make you THAT mean.
She stepped closer and ran her fingers through my belt loops. If this puffy, horny, thing was gonna try and take my pants off I was gonna hafta hit her. She pulled her body closer against mine and I caught a big whiff of fruity perfume.
I coughed in her face.
She drew back, giving a expression of pure horror.
"Are you TRYING to turn me off?"
'YES,' I wanted to say so bad.
I shook my head no, but held her at arms length, before thinking otherwise and stepped back, into a pile of dirty clothes.
"What's matter? Don't you want me?"
'NO!' I still felt like yelling, but instead was silent.
"DON'T YOU WANT ME!?"
I couldn't think of anything to say to her.
"AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!? DON'T YOU WANT ME RICKY!?"
She was going hysterical now, crying and screaming. I couldn't leave her like that. I waked up and pressed my lips against hers.
I've sold my soul to the devil now.
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Now, I know you're thinking, 'IM GOING TO KILL HIM FOR KISSING CARRIE!' but relax ladies, it was out of pure feeling-bad-for-ness. I'm still available!
Well, unless Squid has something to say about that, but he still doesn't know I'm madly in love with him. I need to tell him so bad. This little voice inside my head keeps telling me to do it, but every time I dial his number and get ready to say something the little voice gets scared.
Damn little voice.
Maybe tonight's the night... If that Carrie chick don't come over. I think she's ready to bang but I really don't want to...
"RICKY! TELEPHONE!"
I reached out to grab the phone and my heart skipped quite a few beats when I realized who it was. My breath caught in my throat.
Squid.
"Squid," I say, gathering all my confidence, "I have something I really need to tell you."
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So, what did you think? I like it better than the one I had all typed up so I'm gong to assume you liked it... Ah well... be sure to review, thanks a great lot for reading, I hope that I can review all of yours soon too!
~*~
Dedication:: All the Ziggy Girl's out there, there are so many of you, so this is for all of you! Mwah!
Disclaimer:: I don't own holes. Never have never will. But this is my story, and Carrie belongs to me. Maybe you can find her on the corner one night though, trust me, she's pretty cheap!
Contact:: You know the drill...
Date Typed:: March 23
Rating:: This one isn't too bad, so I'd say PG-13, but there's a few bits that should be R.
Authors Notes:: Sorry again I haven't updated in forever! I hoped to add couple chapters to ALL my stories today! I'm using a new separator cuz the old one got boring... anything else...? Not that I can think of. Ah Well, review!
~*~
Okay, I admit it. That was weak. And childish. I did once in third grade to a girl name Claire, but that's a different story. What bothers me the most was that he said something, but I was such a puss, I don't hang around to listen.
Not that it would've been I Love you too, it was probably "YOU FAG" or something along the lines of that.
"Ricky! Carrie is here!"
Oh no. Not again.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly jumped up, throwing on a clean shirt. Thinking fast I sniffed the air, thank god it didn't smell like armpit or anything. She stepped in, no, stepped is the wrong word.
She made a grand entrance, smiling and shaking her head in that way that girls think guys think is sexy. Did that make any sense? Oh well, but the shake thing looks like a dog just got wet and is shaking dry. Yuck. Even if I like girls now that wouldn't be attractive.
"Hi Ricky." She cooed, setting on the bed next to me. "Or shall I follow fish boy's advice and call you Zig Zag?"
"Whatever you wanna call me is cool, I guess..."
"Can I call you mine?"
"Huh?"
She giggled and scooted closer, leaning down as if to show off her cleveage, which she had none to show in the first place.
"Look Zig Zag, "she said, standing up and slinking over seductively, "I want you. I want you. Not anybody else. Y. O.U"
Congratulations Miss America! You is spelled Y-O-U! You win!
Her spelling reminded me a little of Zero, but I couldn't laugh or she would think I was making fun of her. Not that I wasn't, but even a couple years at Camp Green Lake doesn't make you THAT mean.
She stepped closer and ran her fingers through my belt loops. If this puffy, horny, thing was gonna try and take my pants off I was gonna hafta hit her. She pulled her body closer against mine and I caught a big whiff of fruity perfume.
I coughed in her face.
She drew back, giving a expression of pure horror.
"Are you TRYING to turn me off?"
'YES,' I wanted to say so bad.
I shook my head no, but held her at arms length, before thinking otherwise and stepped back, into a pile of dirty clothes.
"What's matter? Don't you want me?"
'NO!' I still felt like yelling, but instead was silent.
"DON'T YOU WANT ME!?"
I couldn't think of anything to say to her.
"AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!? DON'T YOU WANT ME RICKY!?"
She was going hysterical now, crying and screaming. I couldn't leave her like that. I waked up and pressed my lips against hers.
I've sold my soul to the devil now.
~*~
Now, I know you're thinking, 'IM GOING TO KILL HIM FOR KISSING CARRIE!' but relax ladies, it was out of pure feeling-bad-for-ness. I'm still available!
Well, unless Squid has something to say about that, but he still doesn't know I'm madly in love with him. I need to tell him so bad. This little voice inside my head keeps telling me to do it, but every time I dial his number and get ready to say something the little voice gets scared.
Damn little voice.
Maybe tonight's the night... If that Carrie chick don't come over. I think she's ready to bang but I really don't want to...
"RICKY! TELEPHONE!"
I reached out to grab the phone and my heart skipped quite a few beats when I realized who it was. My breath caught in my throat.
Squid.
"Squid," I say, gathering all my confidence, "I have something I really need to tell you."
~*~
So, what did you think? I like it better than the one I had all typed up so I'm gong to assume you liked it... Ah well... be sure to review, thanks a great lot for reading, I hope that I can review all of yours soon too!