~A/N~ Why hello there! I don't know what to say...don't forget to read the note at the bottom, k? ;-)
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CHAPTER TWELVE: I'll Be Back
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Ding dong
Spinner ignored the doorbell as he sat on the couch, watching t.v. and popping cheese curls in his mouth. He flipped through the channels until he gave up and left it on the news station.
Ding dong!
"Damn it." Spinner got up and answered the door. It was Paige.
"Hey baby!" She said, walking in and shoving him against the wall.
"I've been waiting for you."
"What?" Spinner looked at her in amazement. "What is wrong with you?"
"Shh..." Paige said. She put her hands on his chest and leaned towards him.
"Get off." Spinner said, pushing her away.
"Oh will you get over her?" Paige said, inpatiently. "She's completely gone."
"Not completely." Spinner argued.
"Haven't you seen the news?" Paige asked. "Hun, look."
Paige pointed at the television. There was a lady talking but Spinner couldnt hear her. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
"...and nobody knows exactly what went wrong. All we know is that something did go wrong and Flight 108, that took off around this time yesterday, brutally crashed into a forresty area. Sources say that there were no survivors. Eric, please take it away."
"Thank you Susan. That is a very sad thing and all of our sympathy goes out to the families and friends of the victims of Flight 108."
"No!" Spinner screamed.
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Spinner opened his eyes. He sat up in his bed and wiped the sweat from his forhead. He had had a nightmare. And thank god.
Spinner laid back and closed his eyes. Sure, Amber was gone. But things would eventually get better. Maybe she would come back someday. Maybe not. All Spinner knew was that right now he loved her. And until that changed, all he could do was hope for the best.
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THE END?
You decide...options are always open here! wooo
Vote: (you don't have to be 18 in this case)
1) Write a sequal, I can't get enough of Amber!
2) Go on to a new story, your a good author.
3) What is wrong with you? Never write another story again that was so lame! You suck!
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CHAPTER TWELVE: I'll Be Back
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Ding dong
Spinner ignored the doorbell as he sat on the couch, watching t.v. and popping cheese curls in his mouth. He flipped through the channels until he gave up and left it on the news station.
Ding dong!
"Damn it." Spinner got up and answered the door. It was Paige.
"Hey baby!" She said, walking in and shoving him against the wall.
"I've been waiting for you."
"What?" Spinner looked at her in amazement. "What is wrong with you?"
"Shh..." Paige said. She put her hands on his chest and leaned towards him.
"Get off." Spinner said, pushing her away.
"Oh will you get over her?" Paige said, inpatiently. "She's completely gone."
"Not completely." Spinner argued.
"Haven't you seen the news?" Paige asked. "Hun, look."
Paige pointed at the television. There was a lady talking but Spinner couldnt hear her. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
"...and nobody knows exactly what went wrong. All we know is that something did go wrong and Flight 108, that took off around this time yesterday, brutally crashed into a forresty area. Sources say that there were no survivors. Eric, please take it away."
"Thank you Susan. That is a very sad thing and all of our sympathy goes out to the families and friends of the victims of Flight 108."
"No!" Spinner screamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Spinner opened his eyes. He sat up in his bed and wiped the sweat from his forhead. He had had a nightmare. And thank god.
Spinner laid back and closed his eyes. Sure, Amber was gone. But things would eventually get better. Maybe she would come back someday. Maybe not. All Spinner knew was that right now he loved her. And until that changed, all he could do was hope for the best.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE END?
You decide...options are always open here! wooo
Vote: (you don't have to be 18 in this case)
1) Write a sequal, I can't get enough of Amber!
2) Go on to a new story, your a good author.
3) What is wrong with you? Never write another story again that was so lame! You suck!