For Like every woman, she gets her own way

By: mirandaotto

And so the story begins. I will now apologize for it, because it will make you shake your head and slap your forehead. Gill, which is based of off myself, is not going to fall in love with anyone. Nej, which is based of off my friend would like to say…nothing because she's not paying attention to me.

Aaaannnndddd BEGIN!

PROLOG

"Hold me…" Gill whispered, tears coming to her piercing gray eyes. Her dainty fingers, shaking underneath her jet-black gloves, reached out into the darkness before her. A howling numbingly cold gust of wind passes through the vicinity and into Gill's not blonde hair, or brown really, but a cross between the two. Brown with Blonde highlights is good, I suppose. So, a howling numbingly cold gust of wind passed through the vicinity and into Gill's brown with blonde highlights hair.

Where was Gill…? Oh yes, reaching. Her hand reached out for her love, her one love, her truest, darkest, my honest love, Love, "Love?" She called, " Boy whose name is actually Love…are you there?"

She heard no response. Her soft angelic voice echoed twice, thrice, four times. Tears of not joy, because she was actually quite sad, but rather tears of sorrow streamed down her rose colored cheeks, "Hold me, Love." She spoke in such a cliché way and moved in such a cliché way and was described in such a cliché way that the both the author and reader alike almost puked.

And yet her last call that had been swallowed by sentences of nothing but adjectives went unnoticed, " Angst!" she cried, "I will now angst!" She covered her face with her hands, sobbing hysterically, "Love! The must you not answer me?"

And because of the Author, a total of 4 paragraphs were skipped. That is because the Author is lazy and doesn't love you. But it wasn't too tragic. The four paragraphs consisted of nothing but Gill's tears. How fast they fell, whether they looked like diamonds or crystals, how cold they were, and other useless stuff like that. At the fifth paragraph, in which the Author began writing again, the following events happened. Though, it ends at the end of the paragraph, because the paragraph after that is the sixth paragraph.

"Love" Gill exclaimed, "You're alive!"

Loves smiled weakly at Gill, exhausted from his pointless battle that happened off screen and will never be explained. Blood dripped down his arms and stained his in other words perfectly white tunic. He stumbled forward and into Gill's arms. He appeared deeply wounded.

"Love…you appear deeply wounded." Gill stated quietly. She leaned forward and kissed Love's forehead.

Love stared up at Gill, "Gill, I love you."

"Oh I love you too, Love!" She fell forward, colliding with Love's lips. And thus the two met and leaped into an overly passionate and overly described love scene that lasted no more and no less then this paragraph. It was at that moment that Gill awoke from her nightmare.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

She then awoke, as previously stated, with sweat pouring down her face. She, by instinct, jumped to her feet and rushed out of her makeshift tent. Her feet rapidly carried her to the lake where she jumped into the frigid water. Why her instinct was to jump into freezing cold water, the world will never know.

"Gill, keep it down, It's not even noon yet." Nej, Gill's traveling companion complained. She stuck her head out of her tent, which was also makeshift, "I don't want you serenading me while you take a bath."

Gill's head popped out of the water where she had magically heard what Nej had said, "It's called screaming, Nej, and I'm not bathing. I'm shocking myself out of the mind state-"

" Yea, yea," Nej interrupted, " Tell it to your rubber ducky. Me, on the other hand, I'm sleeping."

"But it was a nightmare!" Gill swam back to the shore, " I was one of them!"

"Them?" Nej repeated.

"Them"

"Oh, your obsession." She gave up on sleeping and exited her tent.

"They're not my obsession! They're my missions." Gill sat her overly large ass that would not fit through most doorways on one of the stumps that surrounded the remains of last night's fire. The Author changed her mind. Seeing as not too many people have a butt so large that it cannot fit through most doorways, and the reader would not understand the humor in that, she changed Gill's butt size to that of a normal butt size.

"Sure, and Aang's not the Avatar." Nej joined her companion at the fire. She would be fat, but when the Author was drawing Nej, she realized that she could not draw fat people, so now Nej is skinny.

"Look, I was one of them! And I was in love with this guy named Love." Gill started.

"A guy named Love?" She snorted, "Wow, isn't that original?"

"-And I was sickingly beautiful!" Gill continued.

Nej laughed, " Hah! That's funny! Only in a dream, I guess." Nej continued laughing until she noticed that Gill was staring at her.

"Anyways, I was in one of those situations where nothing made sense and I didn't know where I was but I know it was dark. And for some reason, Love was all bloody-"

"ZUKO!"

Nej groaned, familiar with what would happen next. No matter what Gill was doing, she would grab her spear and rush off in the direction of where the squeal had come from. Gill could be naked for all that the Author cared for, cheeks flapping and everything.

"Fangirls…" Gill whispered, "Fangirls…"

" I only heard one!" Nej commented as Gill jumped to her feet and sprinted to her tent. Seconds later, she came back out, still in her soaking wet tunic, spear at hand.

"Ugh…at least put some clothes on." Nej said, " The Fangirls won't get away. Zuko always runs in a circle."

Gill pondered for a moment, "And so will the Fangirls…All right."

No more then ten minutes later, Nej and Gill were fully clothed and ready to hunt. Or at least, Gill was. Together, they were the dynamic duo; Gill, the Fangirl hunter and Nej, The Fangirls hunter's reluctant assistant.

End prolog

Chapter one coming SOON!