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Chapter Three
Ali panted up the steps to Elena's front door and stood panting at the front door before ringing the doorbell. Elena's mom came to the front door.
"Why, Ali, what's wrong?" Elena's mom asked.
"Nothing. I just rushed over here to tell Elena something," Ali stated.
"Well, that's just fine with me," Elena's mom said, smiling down at Ali. "And I bet your mom said if you wanted to stay overnight, you could."
"Yes, she did, actually. Thank you," Ali stated.
Elena's mom shook her head. "It's no problem, Ali, really."
Ali nodded her thanks as she was let into the house and she rushed up to Elena's bedroom. Elena looked up in surprise as Ali burst into the room.
"What's the matter?" Elena asked.
"I've got something to show you that will prove Pippin DID exist and your mom said I could spend the night if I wanted to," Ali answered, panting slightly.
Elena sat up on her bed and folded her arms. "And exactly HOW can you prove that Pippin does exist?"
Ali crossed the room and handed Elena the piece of parchment. Elena read it and reread it again, not saying a word. Ali looked at Elena with a triumphant smile on her face, knowing Elena couldn't deny that piece of evidence.
"Well, you just proved that you're mad," Elena said, handing back the note and falling back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm not mad! This is strong evidence that Pippin exists and that he somehow managed to get around here where I am!" Ali protested.
"You could've had somebody write for you to make me believe that Pippin wrote it," Elena stated.
"Oh, yeah, that's very likely that I had someone write that for me," Ali said sarcastically.
Elena shrugged. "You never know."
"Elena, why are you acting like this?" Ali asked. "I thought we believed each other about things."
"I don't want to comment anymore on the subject," Elena said. "Anyways, let's go down to Millie's. I'm sure she'll let us rustle up something' for free from her like she usually does for us."
Ali sighed. "Alright, then."
Millie was the woman downtown who owned a restaurant and was always giving the kids and teenagers something free to eat, usually ice cream or any of the desserts that she made. Everybody in town loved her food.
Soon Ali and Elena were headed downtown on their bikes. Ali's mouth watered at the thought of Millie's homemade pies. She always loved them and hoped there was something there to her liking. She peddled on after Elena.
Pippin sat at the local restaurant silently drinking his coffee. He didn't fancy coffee, but it was the only thing that seemed familiar to him in this strange world that Ali lived in. There was also an empty plate in front of him; the woman who owned the place insisted on giving him the coffee and apple pie for free. Pippin didn't know why, but he didn't resist, she was so insistent. But he didn't care at the moment; Pippin had to figure out how to get to get a hold of Ali.
He had been walking down the street when he saw a boy and a girl in front of him the other day. They were talking about bringing a friend to do something or other over the weekend. Pippin had decided to ask them who their friend was. They said her name was Ali.
"Is this Ali's last name Wimund?" Pippin asked.
"Yes, it is," the boy said suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I know her, too. She's my girlfriend. My name's Pippin Took," Pippin said.
The two of them stared at Pippin with wide eyes. They were obviously in shock about something and Pippin shifted his feet nervously.
"So Ali HAS been telling truth about you," the girl said.
"Yeah, why wouldn't she?" Pippin asked wonderingly.
The girl shook her head. "Never mind, it's nothing important. But if you want to slip her a note, I'll go and give it to her for you. I know where she lives."
"If that's not a problem, miss," Pippin said.
"It's not," the girl assured him.
Pippin nodded, and soon he was writing a short note to Ali. When he gave it to the girl, she smiled and put it in her pocket.
"Don't worry, Pippin, she'll get it," she assured him.
"We'll make sure of it," the boy said.
"Thank you, you too, you've been a live-saver," Pippin said.
"It's not problem," the two said at the same time and soon they left.
The door of the restaurant opened and closed with a bang and Pippin was snapped out of his reverie. Pippin glanced over at who came in and stared at who came in the door in shock. It was that one girl and Ali.
A/n: Here's chapter three. I'm so sorry for not writing this faster and getting the chapters up sooner than I'm going, but I've been so busy and I've been having writer's block with this story, so please bear with me. I'll try and get this story going faster, but I'm pulling stuff outta my butt for this story. But anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this short, but sweet chapter that I've managed to conjure up and I'll try my hardest to get chapter four up as soon as possible.
Yahoo-chocolate-bars- Thanks! Glad you liked the first story! Hope you continue to enjoy this one. I can't remember if I replied to you in the last chapter, but I replied to you here if I haven't!
Lady Laran- Thanks! I love the guy, too, and that's one reason why I didn't a Pippin story! Hope you continue to read this story.
Kage Miko- Thanks! *Jokingly* Glad I'm keeping you on the edge of your seat! I'm sorry that you are/were sick. Hope you're better now.
Lady Gwien- Thanks much! Glad you like the story and hope you keep on reading it. And I'm glad you love my stories I try to get them to where people like them; but that doesn't always happen. Hope you continue reading.
Chapter Three
Ali panted up the steps to Elena's front door and stood panting at the front door before ringing the doorbell. Elena's mom came to the front door.
"Why, Ali, what's wrong?" Elena's mom asked.
"Nothing. I just rushed over here to tell Elena something," Ali stated.
"Well, that's just fine with me," Elena's mom said, smiling down at Ali. "And I bet your mom said if you wanted to stay overnight, you could."
"Yes, she did, actually. Thank you," Ali stated.
Elena's mom shook her head. "It's no problem, Ali, really."
Ali nodded her thanks as she was let into the house and she rushed up to Elena's bedroom. Elena looked up in surprise as Ali burst into the room.
"What's the matter?" Elena asked.
"I've got something to show you that will prove Pippin DID exist and your mom said I could spend the night if I wanted to," Ali answered, panting slightly.
Elena sat up on her bed and folded her arms. "And exactly HOW can you prove that Pippin does exist?"
Ali crossed the room and handed Elena the piece of parchment. Elena read it and reread it again, not saying a word. Ali looked at Elena with a triumphant smile on her face, knowing Elena couldn't deny that piece of evidence.
"Well, you just proved that you're mad," Elena said, handing back the note and falling back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm not mad! This is strong evidence that Pippin exists and that he somehow managed to get around here where I am!" Ali protested.
"You could've had somebody write for you to make me believe that Pippin wrote it," Elena stated.
"Oh, yeah, that's very likely that I had someone write that for me," Ali said sarcastically.
Elena shrugged. "You never know."
"Elena, why are you acting like this?" Ali asked. "I thought we believed each other about things."
"I don't want to comment anymore on the subject," Elena said. "Anyways, let's go down to Millie's. I'm sure she'll let us rustle up something' for free from her like she usually does for us."
Ali sighed. "Alright, then."
Millie was the woman downtown who owned a restaurant and was always giving the kids and teenagers something free to eat, usually ice cream or any of the desserts that she made. Everybody in town loved her food.
Soon Ali and Elena were headed downtown on their bikes. Ali's mouth watered at the thought of Millie's homemade pies. She always loved them and hoped there was something there to her liking. She peddled on after Elena.
Pippin sat at the local restaurant silently drinking his coffee. He didn't fancy coffee, but it was the only thing that seemed familiar to him in this strange world that Ali lived in. There was also an empty plate in front of him; the woman who owned the place insisted on giving him the coffee and apple pie for free. Pippin didn't know why, but he didn't resist, she was so insistent. But he didn't care at the moment; Pippin had to figure out how to get to get a hold of Ali.
He had been walking down the street when he saw a boy and a girl in front of him the other day. They were talking about bringing a friend to do something or other over the weekend. Pippin had decided to ask them who their friend was. They said her name was Ali.
"Is this Ali's last name Wimund?" Pippin asked.
"Yes, it is," the boy said suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I know her, too. She's my girlfriend. My name's Pippin Took," Pippin said.
The two of them stared at Pippin with wide eyes. They were obviously in shock about something and Pippin shifted his feet nervously.
"So Ali HAS been telling truth about you," the girl said.
"Yeah, why wouldn't she?" Pippin asked wonderingly.
The girl shook her head. "Never mind, it's nothing important. But if you want to slip her a note, I'll go and give it to her for you. I know where she lives."
"If that's not a problem, miss," Pippin said.
"It's not," the girl assured him.
Pippin nodded, and soon he was writing a short note to Ali. When he gave it to the girl, she smiled and put it in her pocket.
"Don't worry, Pippin, she'll get it," she assured him.
"We'll make sure of it," the boy said.
"Thank you, you too, you've been a live-saver," Pippin said.
"It's not problem," the two said at the same time and soon they left.
The door of the restaurant opened and closed with a bang and Pippin was snapped out of his reverie. Pippin glanced over at who came in and stared at who came in the door in shock. It was that one girl and Ali.
A/n: Here's chapter three. I'm so sorry for not writing this faster and getting the chapters up sooner than I'm going, but I've been so busy and I've been having writer's block with this story, so please bear with me. I'll try and get this story going faster, but I'm pulling stuff outta my butt for this story. But anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this short, but sweet chapter that I've managed to conjure up and I'll try my hardest to get chapter four up as soon as possible.
Yahoo-chocolate-bars- Thanks! Glad you liked the first story! Hope you continue to enjoy this one. I can't remember if I replied to you in the last chapter, but I replied to you here if I haven't!
Lady Laran- Thanks! I love the guy, too, and that's one reason why I didn't a Pippin story! Hope you continue to read this story.
Kage Miko- Thanks! *Jokingly* Glad I'm keeping you on the edge of your seat! I'm sorry that you are/were sick. Hope you're better now.
Lady Gwien- Thanks much! Glad you like the story and hope you keep on reading it. And I'm glad you love my stories I try to get them to where people like them; but that doesn't always happen. Hope you continue reading.